Note: One day later than I hoped, but that just gives you all more time to think about who the pink and white femme Orion likes is. And the answer to that is... (drumroll please)
Ariel! AKA Elita-1, but she's still Ariel at this point. I'll take both though. This one was pretty obvious.
And the lovely person who said this first was childofgod80809! However, I also got correct answers from 17... yeah, that's the only other one I got. Never fear! It doesn't really matter too much if you participate in the guessing I have sometimes, I just like seeing your reviews. They make me so happy!
Speaking of...:
Moonview: Thank you! I do try to keep it cute, but realistic. Hopefully, I'm not butchering Megatron in my quest for cuteness.
childofgod80809: Well, you're about to get more date night fun. Not too fun though. At least not that kind of fun. Uhhhh...
17: Thanks! About the story, I think that's pretty funny too. Just opens up a chest "Here, have 'em. I got too many." Hee hee!
wolfimus prime: Thanks! Like I said, I do try. Too bad the next chapter should be suspenseful.
Speaking of next chapter, I still have the other guessing game. Tell me which scene in chapter 27 will be the main setting of chapter 29, the next one. Here's a pointless, and rather harsh, clue: next orn's AllSpark Day. How would you kill a sparkling? Just tell me where 29 will take place based off of the scenes in 27 and you're good. Remember, your options include Kaon, the Energon Fountains, and the Hall of Records.
According to my email, I have 16 story favorites, 20 story follows, and 3 people favoriting and following me. SO HAPPY I COULD SING! Ahem...
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*hacks* *coughs* Oof, where was I? Oh yeah! I was going to share a random fact of my own. Scientists found a way to unscramble an egg. No joke! I read about it in a National Geographic 'Weird But True" book. Personally, I don't really like eggs. However, I can make a good-lookin' omelet. It's a little salty, but it looks and tastes great. At least, I think it tastes great. Why can I make good omelets when I don't even like eggs, much less omelets?
I OWN NOTHING! So I'm still dirt broke. No fruit snacks for me. *sadness noises* Well, here's 28. Bon appetit!
Wait, WARNING for the people who don't like intercourse. One semi-okay-maybe-I-kinda-did-describe-it kiss near the end, but they are in public, so it won't last forever. Paragraph or two.
The tip of Bumblebee's glossa stuck out of the corner of his mouth as he considered the puzzle piece in his servo against the incomplete picture in front of him. He had never played with a tangible puzzle before. All the ones he had were digital, downloaded onto his datapad. The fact that Alpha Trion had a puzzle he could actually touch and feel made him so old he was cool!
Alpha Trion turned to the sparkling on the floor and sighed. It had been so long since he had seen a real sparkling. Most Cybertronians these orns didn't want to go through the work it took to have to raise one. They rather choose a Well-born mech or femme. Only Cybertron's older generations knew the benefits.
"Finished!" Bee chirped from his spot on the carpet. He beamed up at the elder, his optics shining with a desire for approval.
Alpha Trion smiled at the sparkling. "Already? That's your third puzzle in five joors."
"Shockwave's been teaching me lots of smart things. I made a light-up sign just a few orns ago."
"Really? You must be very smart for a sparkling," Alpha Trion said. He wasn't kidding either. Back in the orn, most Cybertronian young couldn't figure out how to wire a circuit until they were almost adults.
"I even remember my carrier," Bee said. His doorwings fell as he said this. "But I don't know who my sire is, though. Maybe he left my carrier. Maybe he died. I just don't know." His wings suddenly shot back up again. "You're old and wise. Do you know who my sire was?"
Alpha Trion's optics misted over and his expression grew wistful as he replied, "I once knew him in my youth. He is a bit more... mysterious these orns."
Bumblebee climbed into the elder's lap. "Can you tell me about him?"
"Oh, there's not much to say. He is far, far away from here, yet always close by. He is always willing to help those who help others. He is kind, benevolent, wise, just wonderful in general."
"Ooh! Now I really want to meet him."
"Just look into your spark, child. Listen to it and believe."
'Odd choice of words,' Bee thought, but he did as the nice old mech said. He closed his optics and focused on his spark, the rest of the world seeming to melt away from his sensory network. He let the steady thumping of his spark full his audials and imagined the bright orb of energy in his processor.
And then he believed. He didn't know exactly what to believe in, so he believed in everything. He believed that Meggy and Scythe would bond and be his adopted creators. He believed that the low caste mechs and femmes would finally be free from the tyranny of the High Council one orn. He believed that Meggy and Oreo would spearhead that movement to the end. He believed in Primus, in Unicron, and in the Thirteen Primes triumphing over Unicron. He simply believed in goodness.
That's when it started.
Flashes of light, just tiny snippets of blue and gold, sparked to life in his processor. He could imagine them racing each other around his spark, giggling all the way. He focused on the sparks. One seemed to latch on to him and he saw a memory of -before-.
White light. Warmth. The feeling of a sire's unending love. A calm, deep voice handling his spark with such care.
Then darkness. More warmth. The feeling of a carrier's gentle yet fierce love. A soft, light voice cooing to him through the soft walls of his home next to her spark.
Wait, the first voice was familiar. It was the same one that spoke to him three megacycles ago.
His optics opened and the world came back into to focus, loud and bright. Alpha Trion was cradling him to his chassis and looking at him with concern.
"Are you alright, child? You were asleep for over three joors."
"My sire spoke to me to help me charge the city gun. He's still alive!" Bee exclaimed.
"He is alive in all of us. We just have to believe."
Bumblebee beamed at the elder. "I wonder why I have the other tingly though. The red demon isn't related to me, but I can sorta feel him."
Alpha Trion almost snorted at what Bee referred to Sentinel as. Instead, he carefully reached for a cube of energon "Well, I may not be able to answer that question for you right now, but I do have some tasty fortified low grade you might like."
"Yummy!"
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The couple enjoyed their mid-orn energon together at Maccadam's. A passing comment about Megatron's impotence almost made him choke on his energon as Scythe erupted into laughter with Maccadam.
Later, they went to Lake Oleum to have a little fun in the surf. They ended up having an oil fight halfway through soaking in the cool liquid until they were both dripping all the way down to their protoforms. Afterward, they relaxed on the beach, their vents fully opened to try and dry their protoforms naturally.
Scythe leaned against her courter a little more and whispered, "This orn was the best orn I've ever had."
"Really? How so?" Megatron asked.
"Because I got to spend it with you. Just you."
"I agree, dear. This orn was excellent."
"That has got to be your new top said praise."
"What? Excellent?"
"Yeah. Mine's wonderful."
"That's because you are wonderful," Megatron purred.
Scythe flipped over to lie on him and replied, "And you are excellent. Of course, it'd be nice to have some hard proof."
Megatron had to keep his engine from roaring too loudly as he gently pulled Scythe down for a kiss. He made sure to save this memory in his core for later as it was sure to be the best orn of his life. The vibrant colors of the sunset painted golds and crimsons on Scythe's frame, making her look even more beautiful. She tasted so sweet, almost like energon pops. He could imagine what else she had that would taste sweet.
"Mmm," Scythe moaned, slowly pushing herself up. "Let's go somewhere I little more private, hmm?" Her hips barely swayed as she walked away, but Megatron knew that swing was for him. "I can show you some of the good stuff I learned in the clubs."
Megatron's cooling fans nearly clicked on as he followed the femme-of-his-dreams to a nearby hotel.
Things were about to get hot.
x
Alpha Trion chuckled as he powered off the monitor showing Megatron and Scythe. He turned to the sparkling on the floor. Bumblebee was happily playing pretend with a stuffed toy Alpha Trion received from a youngling when he was still new to the world. Bee hugged the soft plush close to him and yawned, his cerulean optics dimming and his doorwings drooping with a cute flick.
"It seems as if a certain sparkling is ready to recharge," the elder said.
"I'm not tired," Bee yawned again. "I wouldn't mind a short rest though. Maybe close my... optics."
Alpha Trion smiled and picked up the sparkling. He cradled him close to his chest as he entered a string of numbers and letters into a secret panel on the wall. The wall nearly folded itself back to let him into the hidden berthroom adjacent to his office. He never did like leaving the Hall of Records.
He gently settled into his berth with Bumblebee. Bee chittered quietly as he turned to bury his helm in the elder's beard. Alpha Trion chuckled as he drifted off into recharge with the youngling.
While they would be turning in early, the courting couple would be having a very long night.
Note: There's 28 for you. Yeah, I think we can all guess what Megatron and Scythe are about to do. *Wink, wink* Not my deal to write though. If you wanna, PM me a link or copy? You know, for the other half of the population who wants more deets.
Energon pops are obviously ice popsicles for energon.
One last reminder until 29! Which scene will it take place in? Will it be Kaon, the Energon Fountains, or the Hall of Records? WHO IS GOING TO DIE?! Kidding, no one will die (yet) but war is inevitable. I think next chapter might be a pivotal scene for this story as long as I try to- mmph! Sorry, almost spilled the beans! All this rambling about my plans to you gives me plans for what to write. Thank you! Don't ask.
Personal fact about me. I weigh 97 pounds. It's not really bragging to me. I naturally fluctuate near 95, 96 pounds. I don't get what the big deal is. I mean, half the time I can't even check my BMI on the chart because I weigh less than 100 pounds. It's 17.7. Half the time, that's underweight. I feel fine though other than the 6-7 hours of sleep I get each night because I stay up late writing chapters for you peeps. My brain is going to have a meltdown someday.
Okay, enough of my drama. Leave a review and I'll get back to you. 'Till next time!
