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P, Q, R, Optimus Prime, Megatron, Rodimus. #73. "Am I intimidating?"


Rodimus wasn't quite sure what it was that drew him up here this evening. He had something like a billion and three things he needed to be doing right now. Reports, shift changes, that thing about the cargo shipment to Crystal City, and then everything else.

He thought taking over some of Optimus work load for a decacycle would be hard, but he hadn't thought it would be quite this bad.

Pit.

He so didn't want his brother's job.

With all that he needed to be doing for some reason he found himself up on the roof. Looking out over the shining lights of New Iacon finding his darker older brother standing in the shadows.

To most that would not seem all that odd. He was, after all, Megatron. The name had become more then the mech ever would be. No matter how sad of a statement that was, it was true.

"Don't you have something better to be doing, Roddy?"

The words were harsh but brittle at the same time. Rodimus could hear it far too well. Jaw tightening at the sound the bright mech stepped fully from the the tall glass doors making his way across the roof to sit himself down next to his largest brother.

The massive grey mech was hunched in on himself against the corner of the east side of the observatory deck. Hiding that huge shape of his in a place he should never have been able to fit yet somehow made himself.

Settling himself down into what was left of that space Rodimus kept a slight gap between his brother and himself. Touching Megatron without permission was something he had gained the right too over the vorns. It was not something he abused though.

"Probably, but you look down, mech." Beating around the bush never worked well with his eldest brother. He'd given it up a while ago. Even if it made Magnus cringe.

That got him a snort. "I am tired, Rodimus. I will be fine."

The brighter prince lifted a brow. "Uh huh. Sure. This has nothing to do with who's down stairs, I suppose."

A tense came over him. Energy field sinking down against his plating before Roddy could get a good enough feel of it before he snapped quietly. "Drop it, Roddy."

It in no way needed to be dropped. It needed to be talked about. Problem was this was a mine field and Roddy hadn't a clue how to touch it. None of them really did.

"Okay," He relented after a moment.

It took a klick or two after that but eventually Megatron calmed down a bit. The tense didn't go away, but he let his energy field flickered out a bit. Not enough to mesh with Rodimus' though. He wasn't yet ready for that.

Rodimus didn't know how long they sat there before the doors to the deck opened. The sound making Roddy tilted his helm up. Finding Optimus standing framed in the inside light was no surprise. He was far more in tune with Megatron then Roddy was. Vorns did make a difference.

Megatron sank a little deeper into the shadows while Optimus let the door close behind him coming forward. Walking calmly across the deck, reaching them in just a few strides. He didn't bother to say anything. Instead he simply dropped down next to Roddy. Stretching out his long legs, leaning up against the wall behind him.

Letting his helm thunk back against the rough stone turning his optics up to the stars sparkling above them. From there they were quiet for another long stretch of time.

The three of them simply sitting there staring out at different things until finally Optimus spoke in that deep rolling baritone of his.

"Am I intimidating?"

Roddy felt his faceplate scrunch up. Whole upper frame twisting to stare up at his middle brother with a flabbergasted look on his face. Megatron shifted beside him as well. Those deep red optics shifting to find Optimus as well.

Then, quietly, he muttered. "Yes."

The big blue and red mech flinched ever so slightly. Lowering his optics as he sighed but said nothing else.

Megatron went on. "Why? Reporters run screaming from you again?"

"That was you." Roddy cut in with a smirk.

"They run from him too." Megatron shrugged. "He is the Prime. You're suppose to be intimidating, Optimus."

"They are suppose to respect me. Not fear me."

Megatron huffed. "Our opinions differ there."

"Yeah because mass fear worked well before." Rodimus huffed at him.

A dark smirk crossed Megatron's faceplate, but he said nothing.

"I didn't bring it up for that argument." Optimus relented, with a sigh. Tilting his helm back again to stare at the stares.

"Then why did you bring it up?"

"I do not like it when mechs shake when they talk to me."

The two of them paused, then Megatron shifted in his place leaning to look fully at his brother. "Nook?"

"Yes."

Well.

Damn.


-Jaycee