A/N: I LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVEE! I AM SO sorry that I haven't posted for almost 2 months. I just couldn't get inspiration for the ending of this Chapter. So, sucky ending is sucky. Uh...this Chapter is like...the day after the last one, so Delta is back with the Decepticons. And now faces his punishment for going behind their backs and then pulling a gun on the Head Honcho himself. So...yeah...enjoy?
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Delta sighs, snuggling into the soft warmth of his blanket. He shifts, the sound of metal scraping together meeting his audios. One winged audio twitches, and his optics slowly open.
They widen.
He sits up in a panic. The Decepticon's Warship. He was back with the Decepticons—h-he couldn't be back with them! Leaping off of his berth, Delta tumbles to the ground, his legs tangled up in his—surprisingly sturdy—blanket. He sits up with a wince, rubbing his helm. His door opens. He looks up, meeting the optics of the last Mech he wanted to see.
"L-Lord Megatron." Delta quickly gets up, kicking his blanket underneath his berth.
Dreadwing appears from behind the larger Mech, the two entering his room. Delta feels his spark stutter, wishing that the floor would open up and swallow him. He didn't want to face the two.
"Delta." Megatron places his servos behind his back. "As I am sure you are once again aware of, there is not much that goes on within this ship without my knowing about it. So, imagine my frustration when I learn that almost nothing has been accomplished in the near week of your absence. Even when you are absent from the ship, you are still affecting my troops."
Delta feels fear boiling underneath his plating. He wanted to run from them, but forces himself to stand still. He says nothing.
"There is also the fact that you not only opened an unauthorized GroundBridge, but you also pointed a weapon at myself and Dreadwing. That sort of threat is normally seen as treason in my ranks, and is not tolerated-"
Delta flinches, looking down.
"However, I am willing to overlook it."
Delta's helm shoots up, his optics wide.
"W-What?"
Megatron straightens.
"Just this once. You have done nothing unacceptable until now. Standing strong in the face of a perceived threat is something I look for in all of my Decepticons. I said that you were welcome on this ship, and I am true to my word. However, you will be in a period of probationary status until I deem it otherwise unnecessary. During that time, you will not be allowed off of this ship, and you will be confined to only specific areas. Understood?"
'He's…grounding me? Seriously?'
"Um…y-yes, Sir. Understood."
With a curt nod, the Decepticon Warlord turns, walking out of the room. Dreadwing turns to follow.
"Dreadwing, I-"
"I know, Delta."
He watches the door slide closed. Dreadwing almost never called him by his actual name. not unless the Mech needed him to be serious about something. It was always that nickname. Hearing his actual name coming from the Seeker, it…it hurt.
Sighing, he sits back down on his berth. Did he make the biggest mistake of his life doing what he did? Dreadwing was so mad at him, it felt like it was. Did he just lose his closest friend?
Delta lays down on the metal berth, pulling his blanket over his shoulders. He curls up, seeking comfort in the fabric. He feels tears sting at his optics as he slips into recharge.
Was…Was he alone again?
