Note: I'm back! Sorry I couldn't upload this on Saturday, but I didn't have it completely written yet. But I do now! It's not much, but it exists.

Reference in the first paragraph. B-127, am I right?

Reviews!:

17: I'm doing great now, thanks. It was just a one time thing. About your random fact, I totally agree that fruit snacks are awesome! My parents haven't bought any for us in a while, but I still remember what they taste like, those Walmart smiley faces at the head! Face, head... where do I come up with these? That was unintentional. And tropical flavors are pretty weird. They made Transformers fruit snacks?! *mind explodes*

childofgod80809: Thank you for your thoughts! I always did think Megs and Bee would be cute together. Scary tyrant plus adorable scout/sparkling. So cute!

Well, if you've read the title of this chapter, it says Part 1. That's because this was getting a little long and having a second chapter to follow it up would be nice. Plus, I also reached a natural endpoint.

As always, I OWN NOTHING. That's why I'm too dirt broke to buy fruit snacks myself. Eh. Bon appetit! This chapter, not the fruit snacks. But if you have fruit snacks, be my guest.

Just in case anyone is like that, I did mention one tube of a suspicious substance for suspicious purposes. Said suspicious purposes don't happen at all though. I don't know if I need this warning. Eh.


Three long megacycles had come and gone. Megatron had finally gotten a new alt mode: a B-127 fighter jet. The local seeker gladiators had helped him figure out the ups and downs of his new flight mode. The ups involving too many loop-de-loops. Too many. The downs involving multiple crash landings that almost made the dizzying loop-de-loops fun. Almost. He'd take a broken arm over his churning tanks any orn.

Bumblebee had finally been deemed healthy enough to leave the medbay after he managed to make a light-up "OPEN" sign for Hook with spare parts that could only have come from the room on the other side of the arena complex. They knew no one had been in that particular room for decavorns and had immediately checked Bumblebee over for any mental trauma. Luckily, Bee didn't seem to have noticed anything disturbing in there.

Scythe had left two megacycles earlier. She spent her time telling stories to the little sparkling and gaining her upper frame strength back in the training room. Although the new recruits -- new idiots, to be accurate -- scoffed at the femme for wanting to spar with them, they were all shivering in fear after she chucked two of them at the wall at the same time. The scythes embedded over their throats, just barely touching their neck cables, made the message clear. Four joors later they were all drooling at the sight of Scythe drenched in coolant, rivulets of the liquid flowing down her sleek, curvy frame.

Megatron, upon seeing the femme in this state, pulled her close to him and whispered how beautiful she looked. Scythe giggled a little and said that he could do some more looking if he took her on a date.

So now, Megatron was putting the finishing touches on his armor for his critic to judge. "Well, how do I look?" He spun in a circle to display his freshly waxed and polished armor. The gladiator's paint was now a gleaming silver instead of a scuffed gray. His critic tilted his helm to one side, then the other, and smiled.

"You look like a new mech, Meggy!" Bumblebee exclaimed happily. "Now go get that femme!"

"You mean me?"

They turned to see Scythe standing in the doorway. Megatron swore he felt his core temperature rise a degree or ten at the sight of her. She must have had her paint touched up too. Her blue and tan armor had that new frame look to it. She even smelled beautiful; like copper roses, maybe.

"You look stunning, dear," Megatron said as he stepped up to her.

"Likewise. Now, where are you taking me for our date?" she asked.

"Oh. Ah..."

"Spit it out, Megsy."

"Alpha Trion was eager to meet Bumblebee after Orion told him about him. So, I figured we'd drop off Bumblebee at the Hall of Records, make a wish or two at the Energon Fountains, watch the sunset on the shore of Lake Ole-mm!" Scythe cut him off by tugging him down for a kiss. Bumblebee silently mimed gagging into his servo and wiping his glossa.

"That sounds so romantic. But what happens after night?" She walked her digits up her courter's arm to boop his helm.

"Oh, Alpha Trion won't mind watching Bee for the night. What we do is up to you, my dear."

"I'm your dear now?"

"It's up to you."

"Okay, my dear Megsy. Let's get Bee and hit the road." She turned to the sparkling still sitting on the berth. "You ready sweetie?"

"Can I wash my optics first? You two need to get a room."

"Of cou- Where did you learn that phrase?" Scythe knew that knowing that sentence meant knowing what would happen in said room.

"Dagger is always giggling about it to Soundwave."

"I will strangle that mech," she muttered under her breath. To Bee, she said, "Anyway, let's go, Sweet Bee."

x x x x x

This orn was the first time they saw the Hall of Records. From the outside, the building looked like history itself with its conical design seeming to reach for the stars. Its architecture was clearly from the true Golden Age, a time when Cybertron reached to the stars and planted their seed in the form of multiple colonies including Velocitron, Aquatron, the Hub, and many more. The inside was just as elegant without being gaudy. Gold and silver slowly wrapped around each other in arches and support columns. The metallic white walls were trimmed with blue, a clean and calming color scheme to say the least.

As they walked up to the reception desk, the pink and white femme sitting there looked up from her datapad and smiled. "Alpha Trion has been expecting you. I'll have someone walk you there. Orion!"

The red and blue mech awkwardly shuffled over to them. Something was definitely up. "Yes?"

"Take these three to Alpha Trion please. And maybe when our shifts are over you can take me somewhere?"

"Uh. Um. Uh. Ah. Um. Uhhhhhh."

Scythe leaned over the desk and whispered to her, "Go get that mech, femme friend!"

"I wish he'd come and get me." The pink femme flashed a dazzling smile at Orion. The flustered data clerk blushed madly and nearly shoved Megatron, Scythe, and Bumblebee toward the head archivist's office.

"Just take the elevator to the ninth floor, exit right, first left, second left, fifth door on the right. I must return to my station. I have lots of work to do," Orion told them, periodically looking over his shoulder at the receptionist.

"Your shift ends in six kliks, correct?" Megatron asked.

"It does."

"You like her, don't you?"

"Maybe." The gladiator gave him a knowing look. "Yes."

"Then court her, you fool!" Scythe exclaimed, punching his arm in good spirit.

Orion clutched his arm and said, "But I'm just a data clerk!"

"Last I checked, librarians like you are higher than receptionists. Your caste is no excuse," Megatron said.

"I don't know how!"

"Then read a datapad, librarian! There are plenty here." Megatron gestured to a window showing the massive expanse of datapads lining the walls.

"I... I..." Orion was about to say something when they reached a door decorated with golden renditions of the Thirteen Primes. He lifted Bee into his arms and rambled, "We're here! Well, enjoy your date. Bumblebee will certainly enjoy his visit. He'll be perfectly safe. You can leave him overnight if you get busy. Okay. Bye! Have a good time!" Megatron and Scythe stood, stunned, as the door shut in their faces, Orion and Bee on the other side.

"He'll be alright," Scythe said, placing her servo on his arm.

"I suppose so," Megatron agreed. "Now, start thinking about your wish."

x x x x x

Alpha Trion could hear Orion's spark pounding in its chamber from where he was sitting. He may have been an old mech, but his audio receptors still functioned like new. "Orion, is it about the femme you like?"

"No, sir! I just came to drop off Bumblebee before I went back to work. That's all," the mech fiddled with his digits behind his back.

Alpha Trion tutted and smiled. "Your shifts end in less than a klik."

"I can do a lot in that time."

"Yeah, like run away," Bee piped up from Orion's arms.

The aged mech chuckled and reached for the sparkling. Orion gently handed him to him. Bee snuggled into his beard and purred contentedly. " For Primus' sake, Orion, court the poor femme already. If you're not ready to take her out, at least give her a gift. I'm sure she'd love those homemade crystamallows of yours."

Orion sighed and nodded. "Thank you, sir. I suppose I needed a second opinion."

"I'll give you a third one. She seems nice, so you should go with her," Bee called from the elder's lap.

Orion smiled and left the office. Alpha Trion looked at the sparkling in his lap and said, "Well, how would you like to do a puzzle?" Bee shot up, the elder's beard of wires tangling over his helm. He said one word, and one word only.

"Yes!"

x x x x x

Megatron and Scythe walked servo and servo between the sparkling energon fountains in the plaza. Street vendors selling plushies and flowers dotted the perimeter. Finely detailed metal carvings decorated the fountains that sprayed energon in intricate patterns.

They stopped in front the wishing well in the center. The bucket hanging from the old-fashioned pulley gently swung back and forth from the chain it was attached to. Megatron fished two coins out of his subspace pocket and handed one to Scythe. She took it with a sly smile as she held up a tube of... Oh Primus. How embarrassing.

"Always prepared are we?" Scythe asked.

Megatron gently swiped the tube from her hand, stuffing it back into his subspace hastily. "It takes a responsible mech to be a revolutionary leader."

"As one of the lucky Cybertronians who had to help raise Bumblebee, I know you are very responsible."

"Hmm. I wish we could be his real family though. To let him have someone he could call sire or carrier."

Scythe held up her coin and said, "Well, that's what these are for. Make a wish, Megsy."

Megatron stared at the coin in his servo. He rolled it between the tips of his digits and thought about the one thing he wanted more than anything. Smiling, he kissed the coin and flipped it into the well. 'I wish I could be the mech Bee called Sire.'

Barely a moment after him, Scythe kissed her coin and flipped it into the well. She could barely hear the small splash it made as it hit the pool of energon below. The wish she made filled her spark with hope and longing. 'I wish I could be the femme Bee called Carrier.'

However, they both made a second wish that was almost exactly the same:

'I wish I could be the one he/she called his/her sparkmate.'


Note: Yay! Megs and Scythe are finally going on a date, Bumblebee meets the old yet wise Alpha Trion, and Orion is being shoved into a date. Three cheers to the first person who can tell me who it is. You have until the next chapter comes out. Which probably means Monday, but I still have to write 28, so maybe Tuesday.

Crystamallows are, you guessed it, marshmallows. My own little snack for them to sink their denta into.

Chapter 28 will continue with dating and adorable Bees. Chapter 29, hopefully, will have the scene I've been waiting for. Another shout out whoever can tell me which scene in this chapter it's going to take place. Your options are Kaon, the Hall of Records, and the Energon Fountains. You have until 29 comes out, which might be next week.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. If you did, leave a review and I'll get back to you. 'Till next time!