Hammerhead.

Warnings: Violence, bad language, gore and possibly some sex.

"Through this doorway what's on the other side, never knowing exactly what I'll find, locked and loaded, voices screaming: let's go, come on do it, here we go!" – Hammerhead, the Offspring.

Timing: Post season 2 finale, set few weeks after Beauty of the Beast in my very own BotB Prime Timeline (due to the fact that season 3 – The Beast Hunters is about to be aired at the end of March).

Rating: M (alternative – if there will be any – or extended chapters will go MA and will be available on my Tumblr account, the address is available on my profile page).

Pairings: Megatron and June, Bumblebee and Miko, maybe some Shockwave and Arcee.

Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.

Summer Dream.

I woke up in an armchair

He had gone I don't know where

Left me there to sit and look at the rain

Don't remember much at all

But his words were echoing

A midnight summer dream and then wake again. – "Midnight Summer Dream" The Stranglers

Megatron woke when he heard loud noises. At first he couldn't tell what it was, but after a moment he identified them as humans. There were three distinct voices talking about one thing or another. Few seconds later Megatron realised that they were talking about him. The conversation was interrupted by another noise. Someone requested Groubdbridge and Optimus asked them to wait. Then Ratchet cursed in Cybertronian, there was loud 'clang' as if someone kicked something heavy and metallic and then loud "Ah-ha!" followed by sound of opening 'bridge. Then there was some engine and transformation noises followed by some loud conversation.

Megatron sighed, now he woke he would have some trouble falling into a recharge again, it meant that he will be seriously bored. For an astrosecond he wondered if he would be given any means to entertain himself, but then he thought that probably not. Autobots didn't care if he bored himself into stasis lock, they agreed to treat his wounds not provide him with amusement. June said that she could come to see him again, but he had to wait for that. He checked his internal chronometer and almost moaned - he only recharged for two local hours.

The Decepticon seriously considered calling for Ratchet when he heard another call for Groundbridge and this time it opened without problems. He heard three engines, two sport cars and one heavier ATV, similar to how Breakdown sounded. Then someone said "That was the last tour" and put something on the ground. More sounds followed.

"Not bad. Now… Bumblebee!" It was clearly Ratchet, a surprised Ratchet, shocked even.

"Whoa!" It was human femme, the one that killed Hardshell.

"What in the name of Solus Prime happened to you?" It was Ratchet again. Megatron regretted that he couldn't see what happened to the triple damned yellow scout.

"It's nothing serious. I just fell of the hill" Beeped Bumblebee.

"You what?" Ratchet almost shrieked.

"More like tumbled down." It was Bulkhead.

"It's just scratched paintjob, he's fine." This time it was Smokescreen, Megatron could easily recognise they youthful voice.

"It's not just scratch, he's stripped clean off!" Ratchet sounded like he was about to glitch.

"Really, I'm fine." Bumblebee's click couldn't be modulated but somehow the scout managed to sound embarrassed.

"Dude! You're nude!" This time it was over enthusiastic voice of the young organic femme. She sounded like she was grinning.

Megatron understood her all too well. He would grin too if he was there. Lack of paintjob wasn't considered 'nudity', he himself didn't use any paint, he only bore transparent finish; but a mech or femme that was accustomed to wear colour it could be embarrassed by sudden show of their bare metal.

"Nah, he's not." Bulkhead seemed relaxed. "It's just paint; he's not lacking any armour."

"He he he, but he's almost nude!" Miko didn't want to give in. "I can see your metal, 'Bee."

Megatron grinned. The yellow menace, well former yellow menace, was most probably boiling in his own private humiliation.

But then something unexpected happened. Bumblebee giggled in his own beeping way. "Well, 'almost' makes a huge difference." And it sounded like the youngest Autobot was flirting with the organic. The volume and vigour of the clicks and blips sounded quite seductive.

"Miko! Bumblebee!" Ratchet sounded positively scandalised. "Can you keep it private?"

Megatron optic brows rose as he heard that. What the Pit was going on in this base?

His musings were interrupted by Optimus who's low and calm voice gently rolled though the hangar. "It would be prudent if you could keep your voices down. Your loud behaviour could wake Megatron."

"Now, don't tell me you care about the old Buckethead" It was Bulkhead with his nickname for Megatron.

"My feelings toward Megatron are irrelevant, but it would be wise to keep certain things private." There was slight pause and then loud vent. "Especially when they're personal."

There were some mumbling noises that sounded like agreement to what the Prime just said. The show ended and Megatron once again faced boredom. There was no chance of escaping into recharge for a while. The fallen Warmonger started to wonder if perhaps some meditation would be good solution to his excess of free time, he did that only once or twice before and found it waste of time but now it sounded like a good idea. He could close his optics and try to listen on everything that was happening around him, relax for once, vent steadily and…

SKREEEEEEETTT WROOOOMMMM… BOOM! EEEIIIIIICK… CRASH! SHHHHHHhhhhh…

Megatron almost jumped, he jerked his limbs and then almost growled when pain struck him in his abdomen. He cursed silently, and tried to vent normally. What in the Pit was that? Were they attacked? By whom? Did Starscream betray him? Again? Or was it M.E.C.H.?

„Awwww man!" It was the human femme named Miko. She sounded disappointed. „You crashed before you even started!"

"You pushed me on the band and I fell off the track!" It was Jack, scandalised.

"I was taking pole position!" Miko stood her ground. "You should slow and let me go."

"It's a race. The idea is to NOT slow down and let other go."

"I won previous game thus I get the pole position."

"Enough." And this was Ratchet, strangely calm. "You're going to wake Megatron."

"But Ratchet, it is only video game." Miko whined.

"It's too loud." The tone of Medic's voice told that it was final. "Do something quieter."

"Come on, Ratchet, who cares if the old oil can will wake." Miko tried her best and Megatron winced, she just called him 'old oil can' – not a pleasant thing to hear.

"I do he's my patient and we have a deal, we're to treat him, not give him neurosis." Megatron was shocked hearing Ratchet this calm.

"Buuut Raaaeeetcheeeeet… Oh, fine!" Miko puffed with irritation. „Come Bulk; let's do some off-roading!"

"Sound good!" Bulkhead boomed with enthusiasm. „I could use some axis stretching!"

"Hey, wait for me!" It was Wheeljack. "Let's have some Wrecker time."

"Wheeljack!" Ratchet's voice held very clear warning.

"No worries, we won't cause any damage. Just some old war stories and stuff like that. Our youngest member needs to know more."

"Wheeljack! Miko's human, she can't be a Wrecker." Ratchet spoke with the voice of someone who spends hours talking to the void.

"That didn't stop her from scrapping an Insecticon. Face it Ratchet, the kid may be a squishy, but she have a heart and stomach of a Wrecker." Wheeljack sounded like he was grinning. "Besides, we won't be doing anything dangerous. Just some off-roading and storytelling."

Then the sound of screaming tires filled the hangar and everything went quiet again. That state didn't last long however and Megatron wondered just how tired and weak he had to be to simply go out in such conditions.

There were steps of another human, it was a male. His steps were hurried and spoke of a heavy man (for a human that is). Megatron could bet that this was Fowler.

"Prime!" Who would've know, he was right, it was Fowler. "Our guys are ready to… What in the name of Lady Liberty's underpants?"

"I do not understand what you are referring to Agent Fowler." Optimus' voice was calm and utterly innocent. And Megatron knew that it was fake, it had to be. No one is THAT innocent.

"Him! What happened to him?"

"Bumblebee had… an accident on a mission." Prime seemed unfazed with his scout's condition.

"His paint is peeled clean!" Yelled Fowler. "Just look at him."

"He just had a looong slide down the hill." Smokescreen cheered from wherever he was. "He'll be fine, no damage done… except for that pain job that is."

There was long, tired sigh. "I'll go back and tell our boys to prepare some yellow and black paint as well."

"If it's not a problem, can it be more black than yellow?" Bumblebee beeped with hope. "I would like to have more warrior-like look."

"Son, I have no idea…"

"Bumblebee asked if they could paint him more black than yellow." Translated Ratchet.

"I'll ask. They should be ready today, so you two will spend the night drying." With that Fowler walked away with his hurried steps.

So, Prime and his Scout would be given paintjobs. Megatron pondered about it for a moment and figured that it was rather natural that Prime would like to have his colours back. The state he was in at the moment was most undignified.

"I will now see how Megatron is doing." Ratchet's voice snapped Megatron from his musing.

"No, old friend, allow me. If he's awake I would like to speak with him for a moment."

"Very well. Just don't tire him too much; I need him in good condition tomorrow if I'm to re-install him this modifier of his. Though I have no idea why if it's so unpleasant in use."

"I'll ask, maybe he'll answer me." There was an almost non-existent tone of amusement in Optimus' voice. The Prime probably heard how Megatron refused answer to Ratchet's inquiry about the modifier.

TBC

And another chapter – yes, Bumblebee will get himself new paintjob (so it would match the one in Beast hunters), a last minute modification to the script for this story, it doesn't change the plot at all (originally Fowler would simply tell Optimus to go and get new paintjob).

I may add Ultra Magnus arrival at the end of the story, but I haven't decided yet. It would be nice ending, but the decision depends on arriving of the new Decepticons in the series. Otherwise the plot stays as it was and no changes to the plot are planned – this story is closed and I only write down what I have already planned.