Chapter 27! OH YEAH!
Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own transformers prime, it belongs to Hasbro.
Warnings: cuteness!
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Chapter 27
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Maximum was in the rec. room, playing with some toys that Ratchet had made for him to keep him occupied.
Megatron was sitting down with some energon, watching his sparkling playing with the toys. He smirked, when Maximum snuggled against the plush petro-rabbit toy, giggling gently, and holding it up, making it moved around.
Arcee, Bulkhead and even Ratchet, were out on patrol, Bumblebee was with Barricade, going on a joy ride, the human children were at school, while June and Fowler were at work, Knockout and Soundwave had taken the space bridge somewhere private, Breakdown was out in the town, driving, and Starscream was out flying. No communication from the Nemesis, and this left Optimus and Megatron alone in the base.
The silver mech traced a claw like finger over the rim of his cube, before he looked back down at the photo album.
It's been three weeks.
Three weeks since the birth of his son and the insane Christmas party. And not once did he put the album down: he looked at it while feeding and taking care of Maximum, when he was relaxing in the med. bay and before he went to recharge each night.
He liked to look at it, and revisit the sweet memories that went with it.
How the slag had Optimus been able to get this together? Who had he gotten to help him too? He knew Optimus couldn't have done this all by himself, but he thought it was sweet that he had gotten this put together just for him.
Already though, Megatron had started taking pictures of little moments with Maximum, and he'd given some to Soundwave earlier to print out to fit the album.
Maximum made a small babbling noise, before he fell on to his back, hugging the bunny, his little feet kicking the air as he giggled.
Optimus came in at that moment, and blinking at the cute sight, before he smiled warmly.
Not noticing that Megatron was there, watching, the Prime walked over to his son, and knelt down in front of his child.
"Hey, what are you doing there?" he asked.
Maximum laughed, when he saw his father. He squealed when his father's fingers moved to his sides, and tickled him. He cringed and curled around his toy, squealing and giggling, making his father's smiled widen.
Megatron looked up and shuttered his optics, as he watched Optimus, serious, composed Optimus, playing with their sparkling.
"Oh, look at you, look at how adorable you are, who's the most cutest wittle thing on earth, hmm?" Prime leaned over his son, rubbing their face plates together, his son's laughter filling his entire being with joy.
Maximum convulsed with more giggles.
Prime leaned over and pretending to nibble on Maxi's antennae, before pressing his face into his son's belly, pretending to gnaw on it. Then he pulled back, and began making faces at his son. Maximum laughed hard clapping his small servos, as his father pulled those faces.
Megatron snorted, covering his mouth, and shook his helm.
"So cuuuuuute!" Optimus said, before picking up his son, and then lying down on his own back, lifting his son in the air, and then placing his son on his pedes.
Maximum waved his arms around, making soft chirps and chirrups. His father let out a loud, booming laugh.
Then, a shadow loomed over the two. Optimus looked up, and he blushed when he saw Megatron smirking down at him, quirking an optic ridge.
"Hmm….Daddy being silly Maxi?" he said, looking at his sparkling.
Maximum babbled, "Aba!"
Optimus took Maximum off his pedes and sat up, smiling sheepishly, "Ah….hello…."
Megatron smiled, before he moved around, and sat down in front of his son and Prime. He took Maximum's servos, caressing his tiny fingertips gently, before rubbed his forehead against the sparkling's.
"Here, give him to me for a minute," Megatron said gently.
Prime handed their son to the silver mech, and then blinked with Megatron lifted Maximum to his helm.
"Ah no, I'm being attacked by a face hugger! Aaaaaagh!" Megatron said in a fake-scared voice, making his son snicker, playing with his mother's optic-ridges.
Optimus laughed, covering his optics, snorting and snickering at the sight.
Megatron lowered Maximum, placing him in his lap and hugging him close, purring softly. Maximum yawned, and then rubbed his optics.
"Oh my darling…" he whispered, cooing softly.
Optimus bent forwards, kissing Maximum's forehead, "Hmm, someone's sleepy, and needs a bath."
Maximum whined in protest when he heard the word "bath", but didn't have enough energy to protest, as both his parents stood up with him and carried him towards the med. bay.
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Megatron filled a small basing with warm water. Water was harmless to sparkling's proto-form skin, therefore it was not necessary for Megatron to give his son a tongue bath. Optimus held Maximum, caressing their son's helm, as the water filled up.
When it was ready, Optimus lowered the little one into the water, and then went to go get the cleaning supplies, as Megatron dribbled some water over him.
Maximum yawned again, and didn't protest, as he felt a wash cloth rub against his body with sweet smelling cleaning solvent. He mewled, and chirped, as the warm water covered his body, making him feel tired and sleepy.
Optimus rubbed at his son's antennae, and back, gently, but firm enough to get the dirt out. Maxi mewled quietly, then whined softly when his mother took another wash cloth and wiped his face. Megatron cooed to him to calm him, before he took some water, and poured it over his son's face to get the soap off. As soon as they were sure he was clean, Prime picked up their son with a dry towel, and dried the little one gently, cradling him close.
He kissed his son's helm, while Megatron prepared their son's recharge spot on the med berth.
As soon as he was dry, Maximum let out a tired mewl, as he was lied down, and then had a soft blanket tucked around him, and had one of the plush toys he was given placed beside him. Both parents leaned forwards and kissed their son's helm, as he slipped into recharge.
Megatron smiled, as he and Optimus left the med. bay, dimming the light there.
As soon as they were out, the two mechs stood there, unsure of what to do. Megatron twiddled his fingers.
"So…." He started.
"Ah…" Optimus bit his lip.
The two mechs were unsure of what to do, or say to one another.
"So, how are you doing?" Megatron asked.
Optimus cleared his throat and answered, "Good. How are you doing?"
"Good. You?"
"Good."
The two mechs went silent, both blushing in embarrassment at the awkwardness of the situation. Optimus took a step forwards.
"So, uh, a-are you doing anything tonight?" Prime mumbled.
Megatron stared at him, "…pardon?"
"Are you doing anything tonight, this evening?" Optimus asked, a bit more clearly.
"Oh….uh….no actually, I'm not…..why?"
The blush on prime's face, made Megatron stare at him in slight concern, "Uh….Prime?"
"I was wondering if you would like….to come out with me tonight? There's this place….um….I like to go to. It has a lovely view of….the sunset…." Prime rubbed the back of his helm.
"….yes," Megatron answered.
"What?" Optimus looked at him, like he was afraid he had misheard him or something.
"Yes, I would like to go. Is there a problem, with that?" Megatron tilted his helm.
Prime blinked, looking dumbfounded, before shaking his helm, "Ah, no, no there isn't a problem with it! I…that is perfect! So…..four o clock?" he fiddled with his fingers.
"Yes," Megatron smiled, "See you at four o clock."
He walked past Optimus and headed for the energon storage. The moment he was out of sight and earshot, Optimus punched the air silently in victory, whispering, "Yes! I did it!"
And then horror filled his face plates, as he looked at himself, "Oh Primus, I gotta go get clean, then wax and polish, before talking with Ratchet before I take his adopted creation out!" He said this, as he zoomed off towards the wash racks he kept in his quarters.
But, despite his anxiety about tonight, he was filled with joy, as this one thought ran through his processor, I gotta date with Megatron!
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Ratchet entered his med. bay, and he smiled when he saw Maximum asleep on a med. berth, chuckling at the peaceful expression on the young one's face plates.
"Ah Prime, you and Megatron made one slag of a beautiful sparkling," Ratchet sighed.
Maximum chirruped in his slumber.
When Ratchet turned back around however to his computer, he almost jumped out of his armor plating when he was met with the sight of Optimus—a freshly buffered, waxed and polished Optimus—standing in front of him, looking meek.
"Yes Prime?" Ratchet asked.
"Ah….Hello Ratchet, uh….listen, I was wondering about something…" Optimus gulped.
The medic waited, watching Optimus patiently, "Yes?"
"Uh…I am going out tonight…..with…." Prime grumbled, "….Megatron…."
"Oh?" Ratchet hissed, crossing his arms over his chest plating.
"And….well….." Prime heaved a heavy sigh, "I plan….to confess my feelings to him…."
There was a moment of silence. Then, next thing Prime knew, he was smacked upside the helm harshly.
"Ow!" he yelped.
"Well, it's about fragging time!" Ratchet hissed, low enough not to wake up little Maximum.
Prime rubbed his helm, "I didn't realize you were waiting."
"Slaggit Prime, you should've done this sooner, frag!" Ratchet growled.
Optimus blushed, looking away, clearing his throat, "So…you approve?"
"Would I be busting your steel if I didn't?" Ratchet hissed, hitting Optimus in the chest lightly.
The Prime blushed again, blowing air past his lips.
"So, when's the date?" Ratchet asked, changing the subject.
"Tonight at four," Optimus said immediately.
Ratchet nodded, "And what exactly are you two doing?"
"Going to see the sun set at a special spot I go to," Prime said gently. Then he murmured, "Although, I don't think Megatron realizes we're going on a date."
Ratchet huffed, "Good, I don't want my youngling getting the pre-evening jitters. Now, the others and I will watch little Maxi, of course."
Prime blinked at Ratchet in surprise. But before he could say anything else, Ratchet shooed him out of his med. bay.
"It's three thirty, go get yourself ready to escort him!" Ratchet said, pushing Prime out the door.
Optimus blinked, baffled, when he found himself outside. Then he heaved another sigh, rubbing his face. Oh frag, was he nervous.
He then took in deep intakes, to relax himself steadily, as he stood there in the rec. room. After taking the moment to compose himself, he relaxed, checking the time. He had time to prepare himself.
If he was going to tell Megatron how he truly felt about him, he needed to be calm, and clear with him.
This could very well be the only chance that they could truly be alone, without interruptions.
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Megatron entered the rec. room, his nerves buzzing, as he came out with some energon cubes.
"Optimus?" he said, as he came towards the ground bridge.
"Here!"
He looked over and blinked when he saw the Prime standing there, looking shinier than usual. But he returned the mech's smile, warmly, and it became slightly wider when Optimus bowed to him at the waist, like a gentleman.
"Maximum is with Ratchet, and the others, who offered to watch him, while we go out," Prime said gently.
"Hmm, good," the silver mech hummed softly, before he motioned towards the ground bridge, "Shall we Prime?"
Optimus nodded and typed in the coordinates, before opening the ground bridge. He held out his arm, and the silver seeker took it. Megatron walked through with his companion, both disappearing into the swirl of light, and at the end of the tunnel, found themselves in a cool, beautiful forest.
As the tunnel of light closed, Megatron followed Optimus, without a word being said between them.
There was actual trust between them for the first time in centuries.
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