Title: Rehabilitation

Chapter 2:

It was by the grace of Primus or the curse of Unicron that Megatron didn't have to wait too much longer to escape his 'indentured servitude' to the insane Prime. His opportunity came after nine months in the Prime's "care".

See, Megatron was never one to take things lying down, especially when it came packaged with an imbecile who'd Megatron was sure would like nothing better. He was like a caged turbo-tiger who thirsted for the thrill of the hunt, and, even now, Megatron's arms itched for the tingle of a firing proton cannon. Megatron had somewhat quelled his urges by his rukas, but throwing and smashing furniture got old and boring quickly. So he found other ways to state his urges.

Megatron had found out a way around the pressure sensors on the stasis cuffs. The sensors that kept him from ripping of the fragging maid outfit and undergarments also kept him from smashing or denting through things with his fists. It didn't keep him from throwing things, of course, but when he wanted to punch through a wall, his arm joints would slowly lock up until he was barely tapping it. It was extremely annoying and frustrating.

But, as said before, Megatron had found a way around it and it was stupidly easy once he did.

Using a bit of the physics he had learned from Shockwave's and Starscream's blabbering back in the early days of the Great War, Megatron was able to make a small lever like device that, when he applied all the pressure the cuffs would allow, would push through the first layers of metal in the walls. He tested it on a few areas in the building, spacing them out to look inconspicuous. It worked like a charm, and Megatron was able to get to the wires underneath the metal.

The stars seemed to shine in the Warlord's favor, for not long after, Optimus was called away for the entire solar cycle. Something about 'Prime' and a 'Big chinned glitch' or something. It didn't matter. What mattered was that Megatron had a perfect opportunity to escape.

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Megatron bided his time, acting his normal grumpy self as Optimus prepared for his day in the city. The Prime seemed to be taking his sweet time, reluctance to attend whatever duty he was ordered to do radiated off his frame in waves as he shuffled his peds around the building.

Megatron eyed him out of the side of his optic as he sat on the couch, purposefully nudging a full cube of energon until it dangerously teetered off the side of the table, then knocked it off the side just like an evil turbo-cat would.

Optimus gave him a half sparked glare, not in the mood to deal with two annoyances in one solar cycle. Sentinel would be a handful enough, he didn't want to spare the computing to deal with Megatron's temper tantrums. Almost as if he could hear Optimus' thoughts, Megatron began to sulk, glowering at him from the couch at his lack of reaction.

Optimus grabbed the last bit of data work he needed for his meeting in the city before turning to Megatron.

"Now Megatron," Optimus began, enticing a growl from the named mech. "Behave yourself, and if the building is in good order when i get back, I might be nice enough to remove some of the clothing for a bit." Megatron said nothing, just let out a huff of air and turned to face away from him. Optimus shook his helm, "Just be good." he said before walking out of the building, checking the security system, confident that he could leave Megatron alone for the time it took to get the meeting over and done with.

In the building, Megatron smiled.

Megatron wasted no time, as soon as he heard the fade of the Prime's engine in the distance. He pulled out his device and moved over to the front doors, uncaring of the cameras tracking his every move, they would be deactivated soon. He wedged the end in between two of the panels and pushed on the lever, with just a bit more force that normal, Megatron was able to rip a hole into the metal; however, it was a small hole, barely big enough to get one of his digits in. Megatron worked for some time, wasting precious clicks prying open a hole he could stick his large servo in. Once he was finally able to make the hole, Megatron reached in and fiddled with some wires, attaching red to green and blue to purple in various patterns so he wouldn't trip the alarm once he opened the doors.

Megatron let his chassis swell with pride when the light above the door turned green instead of red. Before pulling the door open, Megatron needed to get the cuffs off. Using the same device, Megatron wedged the end into the locking mechanism and pushed, and (with a surprising about of force needed) the cuffs broke and clunked to the ground. Megatron barked out a laugh of glee as he ripped the cursed maid outfit and undergarments to unrecognizable shreds, allowing himself the pleasure even though it wasted more time.

Megatron took a deep ventilation after he finished his small (barely noticeable) meltdown. A small voice whined in the back of his processor that he could have taken the garments with him. Megatron crushed that voice with the fiery rage and determination of a thousand fiery suns before banishing into the furthest and darkest corner of his processor.

Megatron took off across the landscape, headed in the direction of the prison he knew had some well-fortified space ships.

Oh, and his decepticon underlings.

It took him just under an jour to make it to the jail, and under half of that to break out his Decepticons by starting a massive prison riot to distract the guards. Finding a ship to get them off of Cybertron was the hard part, most Autobot ships were too small and cramped for their larger Decepticon frames to fit. They ended up hijacking a larger Autobot Elite ship.

"Get your afts in gear!" Megatron roared to his underlings as they scrambled to the controls, each more than eager to get off the Autobot infested planet. As Megatron could have guessed, getting off planet was far more difficult than it was breaking them out of jail. Large, sparkling new laser turrets orbited in Cybertron's atmosphere, no doubt commissioned shortly after the Decepticons near invasion of the planet. The lasers shot past them like a rainstorm of colors. A shot grazed the hull and rocked the ship hard enough to knock most of the cons off their feet. Megatron grunted, his hip bashing into the terminal as he was knocked off his feet. He steadied himself, yelling to the other.

"Get up! Get up you fools!" He yelled, his teeth bared in a snarl. The others climbed to their peds in a hurry, punching buttons and pulling levers to assess the damage to the hull and swerve out of the way from incoming shots.

Everything was a flurry of movements and lights as they passed between two large turrets and headed straight towards the space bridge. Blitzwing, in his Icy personality, hacked quickly into the space bridge's system. Unable to set a course to anywhere specific due to time, Blitzwing just opened the bridge to the last location it accessed.

The bridge before them burst to life, the large round sphere of energy crackling dangerously. Megatron roared for the others to up the engines to full throttle and to 'get them the frag out of there', to which the other Decepticons happily complied. Pushing the engine to max without going into hyperdrive, they rocketed towards the space bridge, turrets hot on their afts lighting them up like fireworks. Somewhere, someone, probably Blitzwing, cackled madly as the ship groaned in protest under the heavy fire and strain on the engine.

Megatron was fairly certain that everyone, including himself, were yelling loudly as the ship slowly fell to pieces around them. Blue light filled his optics as they finally collided with the spacebridge.

Pulled apart atomicly, the fragments of their beings bent through space and time as the space bridge pulled them to their unknown destination towards freedom.

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"OF ALL THE PIT-FORSAKEN PLANETS FOR US TO END UP ON WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE THIS ONE!" Megatron screamed in rage, steam curling from his processor (he should get that checked) as he stared at the infuriatingly blue planet that glared at him through the windows. He was more than ready to start bashing some helms, starting with Blitzwing who stared at him with his crazy face present, who was giggling like mad about fishes or something.

Megatron seethed, every part of his frame burning in rage at this unwelcome coincidence. If there was any planet he hated more than this one it'd come as a surprise. Nothing was more of a salt in the wound than seeing the planet that he had been so humiliated upon.

"LUGNUT" Megatron yelled, his faithful servant snapping to attention. "Bring us down to the surface without killing us." he hissed. He was well aware that there was no other option than to land on the Primus-forsaken planet, the ship was damaged too severely.

"Yes my Lord! I will do as you command!" Lugnut proclaimed before turning and, with an unsurprising lack of grace, smashed his fist into the console, breaking it. Lights blared as the ship's AI spoke:

"SYSTEMS CRITICAL: GRAVITY STABILIZERS OFF"

Megatron hadn't even a chance to yell at the fool before he was yanked from his seat as the ship was caught in the planet's gravity and pulled to the surface. For the second time that cycle Megatron found himself clutching the terminal in front of him as the ship rocketed to an unknown destination.

It was much much later when Megatron powered back online. The warlord heaved out a groan as he reached up to cradle his severely aching helm. Opening his optics Megatron could see that he was in the center of a rather large crater. A little ways off in the distance he could see the smoking pieces of the ship he had been in, a very large hole in the top explaining why he was on the outside rather than inside the wreckage.

"Ugh, frag," Megatron grumbled, sitting up. Looking at himself he could tell he was in for one hell of a cycle. His chassis was severely mangled and he could see pieces of circrity poking out from under dented armor. His left leg was twisted at an unnatural angle and he was missing pieces of his armor on both of his legs and arms. Cursing under his breath, Megatron pushed himself to stand, easily ignoring the pain in his left leg as he did. He reached down and grabbed both sides of his broken leg and with a hard snap, he aligned the broken strut into place.

Megatron tested his weight on his broken leg to see if it would hold enough to get him across the landscape to the ship. With a huff of annoyance, he started off. He spent the next half cycle fishing his Decepticons and any salvageable parts from the debris.

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It was months before anything notable happened. The Decepticons remained on Earth to lick their wounds, the physical and egotistical. It the time they had been on Earth, one of the only fortunate things to happen was Lugnut finding them a base. Megatron still clearly remembered when Lugnut had showed him:

"This new base is… usable." Megatron muttered after Lugnut, the oaf, had presented his finding to him like an eager puppy with an overly large, ugly, broken stick. Megatron looked around at the shoddy cave with no small amount of distaste. Bones littered the floor and crunched under Megatron's peds as he walked, small Earth mammals hung from the ceiling and had the most horrid of smells, slime covered the walls and there was a great deal of water and muck on the ground. First thing he'd be doing is making his underlings clean this place out. At Least it was tall enough for him to stand up fully.

It took days to clean, and weeks to air out the scent. Even now Megatron could catch the faint whiff of organic feces in the base, making his face cringe into an unpleasant expression. Not that he wasn't always baring one of those, being trapped on Earth made his smirks (because vicious Warlords did NOT smile) very rare. His Decepticon underlings gave him a wide bubble of space whenever they were in the same room as he was, especially after he wiped the floor with Blitzwing after his Crazy personality pushed one too many buttons.

One good thing that went right was the arrival of several new Decepticons shortly after their arrival (*cough cough*crashlanding*cough cough*) on Earth.

Breakdown, Knockout (thank Primus they finally have a decent medic), and all of Team Chaar which included Strika, Blackout, Cyclonus, Oil Slick, and Spittor. The extra servos around base where much needed in the renovation and cleaning, even if Lugnut had his helm up his aft whenever Strika walked into the room. It was more than obvious who wore the metaphorical pants in the relationship with how she bossed him around and he listened without hesitation. Megatron was forever mentally scared when he walked into the main room of the base and caught the two messily interfacing on the floor in front of his newly constructed throne.

Safe to say, Megatron never sat on his throne after that, the memories would always lurk up of that day and Megatron would have to fight from losing his rations. He now had no doubt in his processor who was "on top," even if the thought made his tanks clench unpleasantly.

Things truly went to slag about 6 months into their stay on Earth, when the Autobots finally caught up to them. The fact that the team sent after them was lead by that tiny, annoying little red and blue Prime was like being doused in acid. The only benefit to the temper tantrum Megatron had after he found out was that they had a new entrance to their base after he threw a large piece of machinery so hard that it broke through the cave wall.

The Prime seemed all too smug the first time he met Megatron in battle. And all too… handzy.

As soon as the Autobots were sited, the Prime came right at him full force. His team of Autobots was larger than before, Megatron couldn't get a good count on them, but it was obvious they were outnumbered. But by the look of how the battle progressed, definitely not outmatched. Prime was a good fighter, Megatron would give him that, he was enough of a hand-to-hand combatant to drive him back away from the main craze of the fight into a more secluded corner of the clearing. It was then that the Prime changed battle tactics, which completely threw Megatron off his games, especially since the Prime's new battle tactic consisted of groping whatever bit of sensitive metal he could get his servos on. To say Megatron was flustered by the end of it would be an understatement.

The first servo that brushed his hip was easily written off as an accident, fighting close quarters, they were bound to touch when moving. Right? The second touch, on his thigh, wasn't as easily ignored, and Megatron gave the Prime a good jab in the shoulder joint for it. The third touch was when Megatron knew it was intentional, no bot's servo slid that way to cup an aft 'accidentally.' Megatron was absolutely furious at the Autobot's audacity, how dare he touch the Leader of the Decepticons as if he was some sort of pleasure mech or sexual partner! How dare he make bedroom optics at him! And rev his engines purposefully loud! How dare he make his internal temperature skyrocket to the point his fans activated!

At this point Megatron wasn't sure if he was speaking about himself or the Prime, and cursed himself for it. He very much wished he could elbow drop the Prime in the jugular, maybe that would stop his infuriating chuckles whenever Megatron's fans kicked up another notch.

Megatron would never admit that he ran from that fight with his tail between his legs, dodging out of the fight like the fire of the Pits was on his aft.

This is what led Megatron to where he was at the current moment, in his chambers, pacing.

Megatron let out a string of curses, his processor reeling over everything that had happened within the last 48 Earth hours. The Prime was crazy, simple enough. Absolutely mad, there was no doubt in Megatron's processor of this. No bot dared to touch him in such a… brash way. Honestly, Megatron didn't know how to conduct himself in this situation. How the frag does a Warlord fight off a brash Prime who didn't know how to keep his greasy paws to himself? Megatron was more than happy to get all his frustration out when beating the crap out of the Autobot pest, but his rage seemed like a never-ending pool of loathing hatred and infuriatingly dirty thoughts.

This was getting to him. Why was he letting this get to him? Maybe it was because he actually like- NOT… did not like it what was happening… not one bit!

Megatron felt like flipping a table, but he was stuck internally screaming into the void. So he continued to pace the room, running a grove into the stone floor where he walked back and forth repeatedly. Megatron fought the urge to bang his helm into the wall repeatedly until the strange, dirty thoughts that lurked at the edges of his processor were permanently wiped from his mind. Those dirty little thoughts that had him wondering what it would be like to reciprocate those touches the Prime gave him, turn the tables on the Autobot and give him a taste of his own medicine!

A small, tiny, itsy bitsy part of Megatron's processor that gleefully leapt at that idea was growing, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not push it back. He began to really think on what would happen if he let himself go and embraced the rising heat in his frame. Touch the Prime in more ways that just beating the ever-living slag out of him. Push him down and see if he could wipe that smirk off his face. Or maybe… just maybe… let the Prime take the lead...

Megatron reeled away from the thought like he was burned.

NO!

NO NO NO NO NO!

Megatron roared and punched the wall with all his force, the whole room shaking with the force of it. He would NEVER interface with an Autobot! Let alone a Prime! The very Prime that hand-delivered him to Cybertron bound in cuffs and gagged. The humiliation he suffered at the servos of that damn Prime would not continue! He'd kill him, oh he WAS going to kill him, and he was going to enjoy it!

Megatron bit out a snarl, his optic flaring as his temper raised, his humiliation fueling his all-consuming rage.

There was a knock on his door.

"WHAT?" Megatron roared, ripping the sliding door open with enough force to snap the metal under his servos. The Decepticon before him, 'Blackout' he thought, coward before him, looking like he severely regretted knocking on his Lord's door.

"My-my Lord! The Autobots, they-they-they…" Blackout stuttered under the intense gaze of the Warlord.

"Spit it out." Megatron hisses, none too happy about being disturbed, even more so since it was Autobot-related.

"TheAutobotsleftsomethingintheclearingandit'sadressedtoyou!" Blackout squeaked out, cowering away from the looming Megatron. Megatron grit his teeth, fighting the urge to bash Blackout's helm into the wall. Instead, he stalked past him, grumbling and raging the whole way there.

Reaching the main room of the base, Megatron spotted all of his Decepticon underlings crowding around a table, whispering amongst themselves. Spotting their approaching leader, all of them snapped to attention.

"My Lord! The Autobot scum left this in the clearing after our battle! It is addressed to you!" Lugnut proclaimed loudly, motioning to the table where a large, unopened package laid.

Oh...Oh no

Oh NO

He recognized that packaging…

"EVERYONE OUT! NOW!" Megatron roared, the anger burning through his frame twisting his voice into something demented. The others didn't need to be told twice, practically running over one another to get out of the room as fast as possible.

Once the room was cleared, Megatron locked all the doors and set the highest security lock possible and turned off all the cameras.

Megatron looked at the package as if it would bite him. The black and white box was wide and long, but shallow, with a tag roped onto the side, his name sprawled elegantly along it in carefully written glyphs. There was no doubt in his processor who had sent this. With cautious, careful digits, Megatron opened the package, only to drop it with a deafening scream of pure rage.

"OPTIMUUUUSSS!"

Megatron bolted out of the room, intent on killing the Prime and everything he held dear.

And there, lying on the floor, remained the contents of the packaging.

A pair of sheer undergarments, and a purple, frilly maid outfit.