Title: Leader's Chats
Fandom: Transformers
Pairings/Characters: Optimus, Lennox
Word count: 367
Warnings: talk of war and death
AN: Still posting these, just slowly.
"You know, being a leader can be rewarding but also a complete pain in the ass." Optimus gazed down at the small human that was sitting near his foot, staring at a brown bottle that the mech figured was beer. Lennox usually got into a musing mood after a fight, or after a near fight, against the Decepticons, so it was no surprise to him that he was doing so now.
"How does it suck?" Optimus asked, placing his data pad aside, moving closer to his companion.
"Well, every time you send your men out to attack or fight against an enemy that can squish them like a bug, you wonder just WHY they trust you. When you see those boxes, coffins, you know it was your orders that sent them to their deaths," Lennox said, taking a swig of beer. "Your men trust you to make the right decision about the fight. To know when to go forward or to fall back and retreat. They trust you to know your enemy and to pass that on to them."
"I suppose that's something that every leader, great and small, no matter the species, contemplates," Optimus replied in return, the two falling into a thoughtful silence as they mused over the men and mechs that had fought under them, beside them. Optimus was surprised that Lennox's thoughts mirrored his own in concern of their status as leaders, but not as much as he thought he would be.
Centuries, nearly too many to count, separated the two but they still thought the same.
"So, now that I've sufficiently depressed myself, what's the newest bull shit that comes from our people?" Lennox asked finally, watching Optimus' lips quirk upwards in a smile as blue optics focused on him.
"A new treaty with the Asian countries, once again and no, I don't know why. The old one doesn't die for another four centuries, but they want to study us more then the US has with Megatron when they had him," the large mech hummed, watching Lennox cackle and finish his beer.
"They just don't get that you follow the Prime directive," Lennox drawled, eyes sparkling as Optimus vented a huff out.
"Funny. You must thing you're such a comedian," Optimus groused good naturally. Lennox burst out into even more cackles