Megatron calmly closed his door and then hit the wall will his full weight and fury behind it. The wall gave in. The Nemesis shook. How much of his valuable time had he lost today? And on what? Some petty game two of his top officers were playing. Some tit-for-tat that was now getting beyond a joke. All day he'd had mechs coming in, filing complaints about sensitive personal information being leaked. How the heck did Soundwave come to have all that information on his comrades - and why hadn't HE been given it. His temper flared up again. And WTF was that idiotic airhead Starscream doing putting it in a place that could be accessed by the Autobots if they became aware of its existence. His temper exploded.

If the lead up time to the new mission wasn't so short now he'd... damn! His leg kicked out and his new desk 'died'.

He was called down to medbay late afternoon. No reasons were given and he'd barely laid down on the bed, 'unaided' this time, before he was put into stasis.

Starscream's systems came online "Hello." said a thoroughly charming Megatron "Here, let me help you up." He made a big show of helping his lead seeker sit upright. Starscream still wasn't entirely 'with it' but he definitely saw what was at the end of the bed. Soundwave! Starscream frowned.

"What's the matter, Starscream? Aren't you pleased to see your fellow Decepticon?" Megatron said in a fake, overly cheery tone. "And look, here's your companion to see you." He set Widget on Starscream's arm. The grin was back he noticed, along with the addition of the one part of Megatron that hadn't been replicated in the original mini version. He noticed it because it was raised and aimed directly at him. The expression on Widget's face was split between that inane grin and an obvious anxiety in his optics. Starscream simply stared. Widget's bright red optics flickered, dimmed and switched off completely. He looked like a dead mech.

"This isn't real", thought Starscream. He looked from Widget to Megatron to Soundwave and back at the tiny grey transformer. "This can't be real." Before Starscream could summon the thought to raise his arms to protect himself, Widget's miniature fusion cannon fired. Small as it was compared to the real thing, it obliterated one of Starscream's optics. He fell back on the bed, writhing in agony.

Soundwave moved from the end of the bed to Megatron and placed the handset in the leader's outstretched hand.

"Thank you, Soundwave. That was a most informative demonstration. You have done well with your modifications." Megatron turned to face his officer and punched a few buttons on the handset. The movement on the bed caught Soundwave's attention and he turned in time to see Widget, eyes dead, grinning, raising his arm again.

"Most informative."

Soundwave dropped to the floor, both hands clutching his face to keep what little remained from spilling out, now racked by the same agony that Starscream was still reeling with.

"Most informative." Megatron repeated, casually tossing the handset into the air and catching it as he strolled out of medbay.

Starscream was able to get back to his own room and his duties the following day, fully functional again. Soundwave was going to take a couple of days longer which made Starscream a happy mech. Actually, what made him happier was that he was more than fully functional, his modification hadn't been spotted. It seems Wheeljack wasn't the only whizz - that suddenly made him think - Widget? Had they...? He ducked into a recess in the wall, making sure no-one saw him and warily pressed his indent. The mini Megatron appeared in his usual stance.

BEEP BEEP: "Good afternoon Air Commander Starscream, sir." he squeaked. The hugest ever smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, Widget" said Starscream, he looked out to the corridor to check if anyone was coming. He looked at the little bot for a moment or two before he said quietly, "Scrapbook!" Widget's demeanor changed, he became less stiff and less at attention. BEEP BEEP: "Wotcha!" he said. Starscream couldn't help smirking, remembering Megatron's face when he'd first said it. That would be one memory he'd carry with him till his spark died.

"You ready to give it a go?" Starscream checked the hallway.

BEEP BEEP: "Sure am."

They stepped out into the open empty space. Starscream held out his hand and gently launched Widget to the air. The teeny transformer boosted his new thrusters and set off down the hall on a very erratic flightpath. Starscream walked behind, keeping close in case anyone showed, so he could grab him. Little Widget was able to make it down the entire length of the corridor, but he was going to need a lot more practice and they only had a few days left. Starscream began to wonder if it was all worth the risk.