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Chapter Three: Overworked

Optimus Prime's office was dark. The light orange walls reflected what little light there was. The Autobot insignia was painted in red behind the desk. But in the dark, it looked more like a dark reddish blob. Optimus was oblivious to this fact, however.

The Prime was in recharge.

His helm rested on a dimly glowing datapad. Words scrolled down the screen in rapid procession, as Optimus was pressing the 'scroll down' button with his face. His mouth hung open halfway, optics offline. It looked rather painful, actually. Being hunched over his desk like that.

These observations are lost, however, without someone to see Optimus like this. Where was everyone else, anyway?

Megatron booted up slowly, the room coming into focus even slower. The silver mech gazed around groggily. Dark gray walls with green stripes? Overturned chairs, spilled energon, and the occasional piece of armor plating littered the floor. Where the slagging Pit was he?

As Megatron's processor finally finished booting up, he was hit with recollections of last night. He had had a hard day at work yesterday. Mechs hammering him from all sides to "do this" and "fix that". He was only Lord High Protector, they should have gone to Optimus for that scrap!

Anyway, after a day like that he needed to unwind. So naturally, he went to his favorite club, The Supernova. Hey, it was pure luck that his favorite club wasn't closed.

...Okay, fine. So he might have... tampered with the list a little. It's not like anyone would know!

Anyway, The Supernova was having it's once a year All Out Blow Out. You could drink as much as you wanted for free, and even crash there for the night. You couldn't get a better deal anywhere! Or so the ads proclaimed, anyway.

This entitled Megatron to have a good time. A very good time, if the distorted memories of him singing show tunes drunkenly was anything to go by. Megatron internally cringed with embarrassment; everyone from work had seen that. Hopefully they wouldn't –

Wait. Optimus wasn't at the party. No one missed The Supernova's All Out Blow Out, not even lightweights. So where was the blue and red Prime? Could he still be at work?

Megatron was determined to find out.

"Ow... frag it," Megatron cursed as he stumbled his way through Iacon's government building. Or as those who worked there referred to it, 'The big aft office from the Pit'.

Finally, Megatron reached Optimus' office. Rubbing his aching helm, Megatron opened the door. Light flooded the dark room, revealing the recharging Prime. Megatron sighed, he had known this day was coming. Optimus had worked himself into the ground, so to speak.

Megatron walked over to his superior, shaking Optimus' shoulder. Optimus' optics onlined, glowing a dull blue.

"Megatron?" the Prime spoke groggily. It was obvious that he wasn't actually online and interacting, more like talking in his recharge.

Megatron sighed. "Come on, Optimus. Time to go home."

Optimus' only response was a slow blink.

Megatron sighed again, realizing he was going to have to haul the Prime home. Luckily he still remembered where that was after his drunken adventure.

The silver mech grabbed both of Optimus' arms, tugging the other to his stabilizing servos. Megatron quickly slipped an arm under both of Optimus' to keep the other upright. With a pounding helm and a deadweight, Megatron made his way back through the big aft office from the Pit.

Megatron cursed violently as he dragged Optimus up the stairs. Megatron had positioned it so that he was giving Optimus a piggyback ride. Optimus had his arms wrapped around Megatron's shoulders, and Megatron held said arms for extra support.

"I swear, this is some sort of sick joke. When I get my slagging hands on whoever is playing it, there won't be enough of the fragger left for scrap!"

Megatron grunted in pain as he hit the wall. "Damn it all to the Pits-!"

Megatron stumbled into Optimus' room with a grunt. He never wanted to make that trek again.

Optimus was unceremoniously dropped onto his berth like a piece of scrap metal. Megatron sunk to the floor, looking like he was about to faint. He tilted his head to glare at the unconscious form. There was no real hatred in his glare though, just major annoyance.

"You... are... incredibly heavy!"

Optimus didn't stir. But Megatron could have sworn that there was a small smirk on the Prime's faceplate....

Optimus onlined his optics, looking around. Light blue walls, box full of miscellaneous knickknacks... he wasn't in his office anymore. He was in his room. But... how did he get there? Somnambulation? Or did some 'good Samaritan' carry him home?

That thought unnerved him quite a bit.

Optimus looked up sharply as he heard someone climb the stairs. There was a muffled curse(his door was closed, Optimus noted) before his door opened. Optimus locked gazes with none other then his Lord High Protector.

"Megatron?" Optimus gaped.

Megatron looked at him calmly. "You're awake." It was a statement, not a question.

Optimus nodded anyway. "How did I get here...?" he gestured to his room.

Megatron snorted. "I carried you all the way here from the office. Here," Optimus caught the flying energon cube.

Optimus downed the cube quickly, feeling his tanks fill up. It was then that he realized how hungry he had been; how under energized.

Megatron sat down next to Optimus without invite. Optimus didn't really mind, he had a feeling that Megatron had something to tell him.

"Optimus, you're new at this. It was really only a matter of time before this happened," Megatron finally spoke. His voice was neutral, but not without a hint of concern.

"What happened, exactly?" Optimus asked with embarrassment. It was almost like getting smashed and then waking up with no idea what happened.

Megatron snorted softly. "You worked yourself too hard. I found you in recharge in your office. You were no doubt under energized, as well."

Optimus looked down in shame. He was silent for a while. "I just... want to be a good Prime."

Megatron slung an arm around Optimus in a friendly and comforting gesture. "And you will be. Don't doubt yourself so much. Give it your best – that's all anyone wants."

Optimus stared at the silver mech for a while, stupefied by the deep words. "...Thanks."

"Yeah, yeah. Just don't expect me to every carry you home again." Megatron grinned.

Optimus couldn't help but chuckle and return the grin.

'Karma's a fragger, Megatron...'