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Note: This is just a filler chapter for whenever I get the next chapter up, but please read. It will make a lot more sense if you do!
Disclaimer: check the first chapter.
After a few days of being forced to use the communications console without any help other than 'push this', 'push that', Megatron felt he was getting the hang of communicating with other transformers.
To be certain, this call probably wasn't one Soundwave would have ever made. Pit, Megatron wouldn't consider it as anything but a final alternative.
"Megatron, this is a rather big surprise…"
Megatron glared and exhaled the oxygen from his vents.
"Prime, I am really not in the mood for your jokes."
Even with a face mask, the overlord could tell Prime was smirking. Perhaps they had known each other for too long –
The door hissed open, but Megatron could care less who it was.
"Well Prime, I have need of one of your 'scientists'." Megatron hoped Optimus could hear the quotations in that remark. "Soon. It's rather urgent."
A small part of his CPU noted no one had come inside, but Megatron assumed (very wrongly) that Ravage had somehow arrived home early and was waiting to give a report. How he would manage to talk without Soundwave remained to be discovered.
Maybe they could steal a tape deck from Wal-Mart.
"Really?" Optimus chuckled. Megatron bit back a Cybertronian curse.
"Have you been into Blurr's energon?" he asked.
Prime ignored the question, thus proving Megatron's point. "Why do you want Wheeljack?"
Megatron became aware that someone had jumped onto the communications console and made himself perfectly visible to Prime.
As usual, the sparkling didn't bother with formalities.
"Optimus, Megatron really misses those nights you and he used to have when you were supposed to be negotiating treaties…" he trailed off, locking his visor with Megatron's.
Megatron had thought the word.
With one hand, Megatron plucked Soundwave off of the console and dropped him onto the floor. The former communications officer glanced at him for a moment before jumping back on. Optimus watched this whole episode with nothing but pure amusement, not forgetting the unfinished remark, which he recalled fondly.
"But he really has moved on." Megatron allowed himself a growl as he left Soundwave on the console, having decided to ignore the sparkling completely. "To Starscream."
"I see your problem, Megatron." Optimus chuckled again, ignoring the jealousy felt in his spark. "And you want Wheeljack to find a solution?"
Soundwave shook his head. "Megatron wants that glitch-ridden Autobot to get his aft over here and make me big again so I won't tell anyone what he's thinking."
Prime nodded. "I see." He pretended to check over his shoulder. "Well, I don't think you'll be wanting Wheeljack's services for a while."
A boom resounded, followed by an Autobot cursing.
The door hissed open again and Thundercracker walked in, avoiding Soundwave's visor.
He handed Megatron a report and left silently.
Sound wave turned to both Megatron and Prime. He deposited this new information at Prime, seeing he was the one who was halfway interested in what Soundwave had to say.
"He's thinking it's all my fault he can't have a decent conversation with Skywarp anymore, because 'Warp is always commenting about his thoughts."
"Thank you Soundwave." Megatron's voice was entering level three in Anger. He had never been past level four yet.
Optimus, who probably noticed that the conversation was doing him no good, moved to close the window.
"Wait," Megatron said, desperation creeping into his vocaliser. Soundwave turned to stare in apparent curiosity. "Remember all that 'freedom is the right of all sentient beings' garbage you spew out every time we meet?"
Prime huffed. "What of it?"
Megatron caught Soundwave before he could make a run for it. He held the little telepath up to the viewscreen.
"Freedom is our right. Free us from him."
