Revenge of the Fallen 29
Super short for now. can't be helped. Will fix later. Will add winners later. gone fishing~~~
The Autobot leader awoke slowly on the cold, metallic floor of the Nemesis. He allowed his helm to throb for a moment, and then slowly took in his surroundings. He was in some sort of prison cell… and his troops could be seen in the other cells. Apparently they didn't have enough room because Jolt was with Sideswipe and Bumblebee, Ironhide was with Ratchet, and the girls were in one cell to themselves, and everyone was resting peacefully. He shook his head to clear the stuffy feeling from his processor, and then tried to address his troops, only to find that his vocal components had been switched off temporarily. This wasn't boding well… he was locked in a dark cell, with no vocal components, and no idea where he was.
Well, the last on wasn't hard to figure out. The humans didn't have cells this sized, and he did recall being knocked out at the end of the battle with the fallen… by Megatron. That rotten slagger! He was supposed to be the Lord Proctor of the Cybertronians! Why the slag did he-
The Prime's thoughts were interrupted by a door opening. The tyrant himself walked into the room, amongst the resting Autobots. He turned to the leader and smirked to himself.
"Brother… dear brother… how does it feel?" The silver mech asked, making his brother lurch forward in an attempt to get to the younger mech.
"Oh that's right… your vocal components are offlined… well, then let me tell you a little secret, dear brother." The Decepticon leaned forward and placed his mouth right beside the Prime's audio receptor.
"We are going back to Cybertron… where an old friend is waiting for you… be glad that I allowed him to bid on you, because otherwise, this little incident would have to be resolved with other means. Our dear old pal has been waiting for you since he came to me a long time ago. You and your team are going to be very happy where you end up… already had a bid for the med bot and the weapons specialist. As well as the three femmes… but I think the three younger bots are going to stay with Shockwave for now… he always did have a thing for the younger ones." Megatron pulled away from the Prime as his expression changed from anger to confusion.
"Oh and don't worry, you're not going to have any worrisome duties anymore… I've already seen to it that Cybertron is well taken care of in the Fallen's absence. Besides…" the tyrant smiled to himself, causing the Prime to glare at him.
"I always wanted to be an Uncle(1)…" Prime felt a wave of cold fear wash over him, starting from his peds and moving up to his helm. An Uncle? Why would he, a Prime, have anything to do with sparklings?
(don't worry… I'm not making Megs that evil… yet. Hold out hope!)
Starscream was resting in his berth when Megatron entered the room. The tyrant looked down at his second in command, worried that his spark might have been damaged from the spear. He shifted his weight onto the berth, thankful that no one else was in the room as he took the young seeker's servo in his own and pressed his lip components into the cold metal gently. Hook had reported to him earlier that Starscream was still very weak, and unfortunately had about a 40% chance of terminating before the night cycle was done. This fact alone frightened Megatron… his second in command had stood up to the most feared mech in the universe in an attempt to talk him out of destroying a species of innocent beings. His hope for his second in commands recovery was fading far faster than he imagined.
"Primus… if you can hear me… please… please let Starscream live. He is a good mech… and a great friend… please, don't take this sensible spark away from us." Megatron prayed as he held his seeker's servo to his chest. The only thing he would never want to lose in his entire life was Starscream. He was the voice of reason among the troops, and the only one who wasn't afraid of him when he was angry or upset. Starscream was the only one who could actually talk to the tyrant and evade all of the objects that were randomly thrown around the room. If he died… Megatron would have to look for a replacement and deal with the spark break at the same time.
Megatron rested his body against the berth, then decided it was too uncomfortable and shifted downwards. He allowed his larger body to maneuver next to the resting seeker and place a heavy, recharge weary arm around his shoulders as he gave a long, over exaggerated yawn. Megatron decided that if Starscream pulled through, he'd ask the seeker to bond with him the moment that Hook gave him the clear. Before any other mech could see him, before anyone else could even think about what they would say to the seeker, he'd ask his second in command to become his forever.
Megatron thought he heard ped falls outside the door, and kept his optics opened while he waited to see if anyone was going to come through the door. Thankfully, no one did, because he would have sooner blasted them into oblivion before they saw him and the silver air commander snuggling.
And I have to end there for today. Will fix later and update the documents then, and upload whenever I get to an internet facility. Review please!!!
1 yeah… you get a cookie if you guess who the daddy is going to be. Or the mommy. Here's a hint, it's been a past prime that I randomly revived for this fanfiction (ok… not revived, but he's here and alive at least).
