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.
Hush, hush.
I got a certain little girl, she's on my mind
No doubt about it, she looks so fine
She's the best girl that I ever had
She's gonna make me feel so bad
(…)
She's got loving like quicksand
Only took one touch of her hand
Blow my mind and I'm in so deep
Can't eat, I can't sleep
Hush, hush, I thought I heard her
Calling my name now
(...) – "Hush" Deep Purple.
"Ooooh! This was just too easy!" Miko almost jumped in her chair.
"Our turn." Raf took her controller and sat in her place she the girl stood up and allowed him to sit before the TV.
Bumblebee grabbed his own controller that Ratchet made for his so he could play video games with the three humans. The game started and two F1 racing cars showed on the screen, one red and one yellow. Bumblebee naturally took the yellow one leaving Raf with the red.
"Oi!" Miko cheered. "I take the winner!"
Bumblebee looked back and laughed in his own way as the girl's phone pinged; she pulled it out and opened to read the text message from him. She still couldn't understand much of his beeping and this was the only way she could understand him fully. It worked for them when they wanted to talk, and Bumblebee found that it made his life easier because he could use it to talk to anyone who had mobile phone with active Bluetooth.
Miko read his message and giggled. "I meant I race the winner, 'Bee." She leaned against the balustrade that secured the catwalk they were on. "But sure 'Bee, I'll go to joyride with you with pleasure, just later, when Raf will be occupied with his computer."
Bumblebee beeped with anticipation and with amazing ease avoided crashing his racing car into a band. Then he clicked few times at Miko. She didn't need any translation to understand that, it could mean only one thing – it was a date.
Bulkhead only peeked from behind a monitor he was watching. He accepted the fact that his Charge was dating Bumblebee, but he still was uneasy about it. He knew that it was irrational, if there was anyone on Team Prime that could date Miko, it was Bumblebee, but his parental side still rebelled against the idea that anyone could date her, not now not ever. The green ex-wrecker sighed a heavy vent and returned to his monitor duty.
Miko watched for a moment as Raf and Bumblebee raced and then she glanced at Jack who stood aside, leaned with his forearms on the balustrade and staring at the crate wall with dull eyes.
"Hey Jack! She nudged him with her elbow.
"Miko!" The young man snapped from wherever his mind was moments before.
"What's bugging you?"
"That." Jack gestured at the crate wall.
"What? Pile of crates?" Miko pulled confused face just for the fun of it, even though she knew what Jack meant.
"Him!" He growled. "He's there!"
"So? It's not like he's here on vacation."
"With my mother." Jack finished his thought. "He's there, alone, with my mother."
"Ohhh." Miko eyes grew large. "You think he'll do her harm? Don't worry, he's not that stupid to hurt her while everybody's here."
"No, he's not. And Optimus said that if he wanted my mum hurt he could hurt her when he captured her. But I just don't like the idea of them sitting in one room all alone."
oOo
Megatron tried to move his arms and to his surprise and relief they moved. He was sour from lack of fluid in his hydraulics but now that fresh liquid flooded his pistons he knew that the relief would soon come. He vented short sigh and tried his legs, they moved too and the sensation was exactly the same as in arms. The Decepticon Overlord clenched his denta, this could hurt, his wields were fresh and his wound barely closed, but he had just enough of idly lying on the medical berth. He lifted himself on his elbows and pulled slightly up into a half sitting position against the wall that the berth's head stood against.
This was much better, he felt his head spinning for a moment, a reminded that he was still weak; and his wields stung from the movement, but he was half sitting now.
Megatron glanced at June who watched him with grim face. He could tell that she didn't approve his action; she was a nurse after all. Maybe she was right, he was now venting heavier than mere moments before but he still was happy with being even partially up. This was a victory against his own weakness and display of his obduracy, his intractability, his worth. And he wanted June to see him just like that – strong and worthy. He wasn't sure how it all came to be and why it happened to him, but at this point it was too late for denial. Long time ago, when he was still young gladiator in the pits of Kaon, he learned to never regret his decisions. In the Arena what was done was done and there was no turning back, his actions, moves, strokes were irrevocable. So he didn't. He just took what fate threw at him. This time it was tiny, organic woman.
Megatron realised that he was staring at June for a long moment. He blinked. Life was just like the Arena – you only got one chance to do something. No place for mistakes.
June watched as Megatron pulled himself up into half sitting position. It took some toll on him, she could clearly see the strain on his scarred face, he was venting deeply for a moment but then his face changed as if this simple movement gave him some satisfaction. June didn't like what he did, he could re-open his wounds or cause himself some other damage, she wasn't sure how it would work for gigantic robot, but she knew that it wasn't that different from a human. But she could also understand him; he was probably sick and tired of lying helplessly like he did ever since he got here. Should he be a human patient she would help him to sit up, but she was too tiny to assist Megatron.
Then the Tyrant looked up at her and pinned her with this stare, proud and challenging, like he was proving something to her. Or perhaps to himself? Then he blinked once and it seemed that he made a decision.
Megatron reached with his arm – a very long arm – to June and opened his palm invitingly.
"Do not fear." He said in reassuring voice that in any other circumstances would be simply faking. "I will not drop you."
June gave him sceptical look. She wasn't sure of that. Perhaps he didn't plan on doing so, but would he manage?
Megatron patiently held his palm for her and stared at her expectantly. She sighed, clearly he would wait like that until she just gave up or his arm would drop to the floor under its own weight. The Nurse took one big step and landed on Megatron's waiting servo, then she sat on his palm as he slowly and steadily moved his arm. She found herself above his chest plates, where he stopped. She took the hint and landed softly on slightly warm metal. She noted that it wasn't just plain metal armour, buffed and polished into shine; it was covered in transparent finish. Megatron despite his raw look took care of himself.
She looked up, despite that he was partially up, his chest was angled, so now it provided her near flat surface. She sat on the edge of his left chest plate, where it ended and his decepticon brand was visible. Megatron was watching her mindfully, as he was feeding his optics with her view or perhaps assessing her.
Megatron watched the organic femme that sat quietly on his chest. She was very delicate; her body was slender just as he remembered. Even sitting flatly on his chest she looked very lady like. He took this opportunity to give her a closer look. She was undeniably a human and so her physiognomy was different than Cybertronian one but at the same time due to human and Cybertronian kinship it was strikingly similar.
Her face was oval with amazing smoothness, her lips were full but they didn't look vulgar, their light tone made them discreetly sensual, erotic even if she'd wanted. Her eyes haunted him in his recharge; they were the last thing he thought when he thought he would die. Then there was the main difference between humans and Cybertronians – organ that human called 'nose'. Some Cybertronians had nasal plating that was part of their helm or face plate, but it was purely cosmetic addition while human 'nose' was an olfactory organ, it also allowed them to breathe. Megatron wasn't prejudiced toward noses as long as they served their purpose and fitted the face. June's nose fitter her perfectly. All this was completed by mass of black hair. Megatron saw many worlds and hair wasn't such a common sight among other races, even organic ones. It was feature of mammals and many other races were reptilian, avian, amphibian even, they had no hair, avian had some feathers but that was it. Humans had hair and June's were long, silky and dark like event horizon of a black hole. The closest that Cybertronians had to hair were some helm protrusions, fins or cranial appendages. Knockout had quite prominent fins, Airachnid (Unicron damn her) had well defined horns, Starscream and Arcee (seriously, they looked like they were related) had their forehead prickles. And he himself had cranial appendages 1] that when unfolded looked partially like a crown and partially like a stylised mane of earthen feline called lion. Of course now that his helm was wielded to his cranium permanently he didn't pay much attention to what was underneath.
In the end Megatron didn't mind that June was an organic anymore. A year before, few months even he would laugh his aft off if someone, anyone would tell him that he will develop feelings toward human woman, then he would simply shoot that individual and be done with it. Now he not only developed feelings, and very positive ones, toward human woman, he didn't mind having them. In fact, he would shoot those who would utter a single word against said woman or his feelings. Megatron couldn't and wouldn't deny it anymore; he couldn't get enough of this small organic femme. He craved her in all possible ways. He cursed Prime for forcing him to admit this, mostly because if he could fool himself he wouldn't half lay here figuring out how to ascertain that June is at least partially interested in him. Or how to start a conversation, because for now he just gawked at her.
June wasn't sure what Megatron wanted from her. For a long moment he did nothing just stared at her like she was large cube of particularly appetizing energon. She was sure that Cybertronians couldn't digest humans or anything organic in nature, and hopefully none wanted to check out for sure by trying. But that didn't explain why Megatron was staring at her like that. It made her feel uneasy. Like an actress with stage fear.
"June." She almost jumped, Megatron's voice was quiet, almost a whisper but to her it was still booming. Especially that his chest vibrated slightly. "Tell me more about how you learned about Autobots?"
"When I was taken by M.E.C.H.?"
"Yes." Megatron's stare intensified. "What exactly happened back then?"
"It was some time after Airachnid arrived, and that incident with Breakdown and M.E.C.H. or so I was told. I was convinced that my son was racing on his bike, a bike that I had no idea where he got from and I didn't entirely believed in his unclear explanations…
oOo
Knockout felt his jaw hung. That was epic. That was sight to behold. That was hilarious! Behind him he felt presence of the Triumvirate as the rest of the Decepticons on Earth called Starscream, Shockwave and Soundwave. He was sure that Starscream's jaw hung just like his. He knew that Shockwave just stared as he wasn't able to do anything else with his single optic, though he was probably analysing the situation and failing to find any logic in present situation. And the doctor was sure that no one could guess what was happening on Soundwave's face plates, though if asked he would guess that there was some sort of a grin as the spy took few pictures.
"Now, I knew there will be retaliation." Knockout turned to three higher officers. "Bombshell wouldn't just leave it be."
"Yes, it was to be expected." Starscream face was sour. "But why didn't he just beat the scrap out of them and be done with? Why this?"
"Logical answer to your question, Starscream, is that he needed an example to be made." Shockwave spoke in his even and emotionless tone. And probably was right. No one in their right mind would try to prank the meanest Insectocon ever again. It was a shame that most of Vehicons weren't in their right minds (at least not the grounders) and most of Insecticons were following them into madness with increasing speed.
Soundwave took another picture, displayed an icon of a photographic camera (and for some odd reason of earthen design) and then an emoticon (another human invention): XD
"Well I am glad that you find this situation humorous, Soundwave." Starscream frown deepened. "But what we're supposed to do with this… mess?"
Soundwave gave said 'mess' a glare, or it looked like it was a glare and then displayed picture of a wielder. The meaning quite clear.
"I guess, we can't do anything more at the moment." Starscream shrugged. He wasn't a happy mech at the moment. He had this sinking feeling that it would all end in a prank war. And that he would be blamed for it.
"I suggest confiscating all wielders." Shockwave moved his stare to Starscream. "This should prevent any more of similar situation, especially that I estimate escalation of this type of 'retaliations'."
"You do realize that we won't be able to collect all wielders? And that someone will try to commandeer those we confiscated or even steel Knockout's equipment?" Starscream eyed the one eyed Decepticon.
"Still the collected amount would be enough. Additionally we could warn the crew that anyone caught with wielder will be severely punished." Shockwave wasn't fazed with Starscream glare. "Knockout can always set guards that will be personally responsible for his equipment's safety."
Soundwave stepped closer and displayed green circle in agreement to Shockwave arguments. Stasrcream only shrugged, it was fine with him. If Shockwave's idea would fail he would at least gained one triumph over the ex-senator. If the idea would work, he would have one problem less to worry about.
"Fine by me." The Air Commander said. "Knockout, you're in charge of solving… this"
The Triumvirate left leaving Knockout with one hilarious 'situation'.
On a medical berth, now levelled flat were two Insecticons. Knockout would ask them about their names later so he would have something to put in the medical report. For now he had to take his wielder and separate them. This would be delicate operation as face plates of one of them were wielded to the aft of the other one. Knockout kept his face plain though all he wanted to just laugh until his tanks hurt. His current Vehicon assistant was in comfortable situation of someone who had no face and could – mentally – grin for the entire time.
One of the Insecticons only growled. That was the one with his face free. The other one, less lucky, tried to wail in the Insecticon way, but the sound was muffled.
Both Knockout's and the Vehicon's shoulders trembled slightly.
"Alright, hold still until I'm done." Knockout ignited the wielder and started to work. He wondered what would be next.
TBC
This is rather boring chapter, but it serves a purpose – some things had to be said and done.
1] see Megatron Origin, vol. 2 page 5.
2] see Beauty of the Beast, chapter 12.
I haven't seen the latest episode yet, and just wanted to say that if they will kill anyone in the last two episodes – I will absolutely refuse to acknowledge it. They already killed Cliffjumper, Makeshift, Skyquake, Breakdown, Hardshell, Dreadwing and countless Vehicons – enough is enough.