Whom Primus Sent
A/N: OK. This isn't going to make sense to very many people. But I rediscovered it in my emails tonight, and realized that I REALLY didn't want it to get lost in the aether. So here you go. Basic run-down – I'd been reading (and getting emotionally embroiled in) my good-best-pal's story Trapped, and had just read the chapter we lovingly referred to as "Pwned Into A Tree." And the following happened. I decided to just paste in the whole text, including the intro, outro, and complete disregard for the rules of grammar and punctuation; because it fleshes things out a bit more.
I will defend Fuzzy!Megs with my dying breath. He has it in him, if the right triggers are pushed.
YOU WANNA HEAR SOMETHING COOL?
This is why I LOVE having my Imaginary World.
BEHOLD:
So. Last night. To my total surprise.
I-Prime read the story, and ground my teeth over it. Because the time I went over there and lost my temper, it helped no one; not even me, because I feel really bad about losing it like that. I looked over at Megatron, and he had SeriousFace on, because he'd also read the story. He looked at me, stood... And shimmered over into Your Universe.
I had completely not expected that. But I watched. And I loved him for it!
He walked over to the tree where Frenzy was passed out and alone.
His mouth was a tight line as he looked down at the little crumpled body. He crouched down, and checked the monitors. When he knew that Frenzy would not waken, he lifted him ever-so-gently into his arms, and cradled him to his chest. He loosed a line from his wrist, and sent a tiny stream of his own energon into Frenzy's body; just enough to keep him online. He hoped his energy signature wouldn't be detected by the medics, but hey, if it was, maybe they would explain it according to what they knew of this universe's Megatron. Fragging aft. He turned his face to Frenzy's unhearing audial resting on his shoulder, and whispered to him all the things that that other Megatron never could and never would say.
"I'm proud of you," he said. "Right now, in this moment, I am proud of you. And I'm sure I will be in the future as well. You're going to be all right. You're both going to be all right."
And he claimed the sparkling; not as a possession, but acknowledging it as an extension of his essence. "I'm not going to lie to you and tell you that you're the first mech I would have chosen to carry my sparkling," he said. "But you'll do OK. You're going to be a much better father than you realize. And you're going to have a whole pack of ridiculous, goodhearted mechs tripping over themselves to help you." He hugged him tighter, for just a second, optics darkening at the thought of what almost had been. "Thank you," he said. "Thank you for protecting her through all of this, as well as you were able."
"Oh yes," he whispered, "It's going to be a girl." He hugged Frenzy. "Don't worry about her being a 'sawed-off little shrimp.' She'll have a combination of your charming personality, and my mighty ego." He laughed quietly to himself. "You slaggers aren't going to know what hit you!" Then he smiled, but it was a sad, regretful smile because he wouldn't be in this universe to watch her grow up and play with her and be her dad. ('Cause Megatron yuvs girls.) "Love her for me, too, all right?" he whispered. "Give her the love that I, not that other waste of slag, would have given her. When she conquers the universe, tell her you're proud, and tell her from me, too!"
Megatron waited and watched, and sent all the strength he could into Frenzy, willing him to hold on. He cradled him, and rocked him, and whispered encouragement. He waited for Ironhide. When the old red mech crested a nearby rise, Megatron gently laid Frenzy's body back on the ground, making him as comfortable as he was able. He was fairly sure he was invisible to others on this plane, but he nodded solemnly to the Autobot. "Take care of him, you hear me?" he commanded. Then he shimmered out of that world, back into his own.
And all I-Prime could do was hug and hug and hug him, saying "Thank you!" over and over again. It healed my owie-heart a lot. Go Megs. The spark-bond may have kept him sane, but taking responsibility for Starscream is what taught him how to take care of people. How to be a dad.