A/N: Sorry if this squicks anyone; but it's the only thing that works when Megatron has one of his "Little Moments." (Trust me on this.) There's still no hanky-panky.

Caught 2.0

Personal Diary: 211-0005-Pax Cybertronia

-RainbowSparkle-

I rushed into Megatron's quarters, grateful for the pass-code I had recently been given. "What is it?" I asked, frightened. "The alarms went off!"

"Get Prime," was all he said. I could barely hear the words.

"But- What's happening?" I almost shrieked.

He leveled that big black fusion cannon of his straight at my chest, and I huddled into a corner.

"Get. Prime," he snarled, "Before I kill you."

I should have run. To this day, I don't know why I didn't. For that matter, I don't know where I got the courage to send an unsolicited comm to one of the Commanders. Usually, I have to spend a few moments psyching myself up before I can do that. But from my little corner, I spoke into my comm-link. "Optimus Prime?" My clipped voice sounded strange in my audials. "This is 'Spark. There's an emergency in Megatron's quarters. We need you now."

To his credit, he appeared less than a klik later. Lucky for me, I guess, he was in the same building. He skidded through the door, and looked straight at Megatron. I didn't think he knew I was still there.

"Is it-?" he asked shortly.

"Yes." Megatron's voice sounded pinched, pained. Then he launched into a stream of profanity that would have bleached the nodes of my audials, if such a thing were possible. I certainly got an education that night. I didn't know most of those things were even possible. I think that Megatron had forgotten about me, because he's usually more careful of his language when I'm there. But thinking back on it, I'm fairly sure that he no longer knew that I existed.

Prime listened, letting the words roll off of him like oil. I could only see his back, but I imagined he had that compassionate look on his face. He's a good listener, when he has the time.

"Finished?" he asked, when the tirade slowed to a panting silence.

Megatron's vocoder clicked. I think he'd shorted it somehow. (With those fiery words, I'm not surprised.)

"All right then," Optimus Prime said. "May I sit down?"

Megatron gestured to the open space of bunk beside him.

Prime sat. "Thank you, Brother," he said quietly.

And then he reached out and wrapped Megatron in his arms. I heard his low voice rise and fall in tuneless humming – a song I did not know. I felt awkward. Surely, such intimacy was not meant to be seen by foreign optics. I glanced at the door. But to reach it, I would have had to cross both mechs' eyelines, and that would have been infinitely worse than remaining in hiding. So I hid in my dark corner, trying not to make a sound.

Optimus Prime was muttering now, half-muffled, personal endearments that I would have died rather than find out I had spoken them in front of a stranger. I wished that I was anywhere but here. I wished that I was brave enough to flee. But the sounds caught at my spark, and I stayed. They were so achingly honest.

I looked away when Prime laid Megatron back on the berth. I didn't want to see, to know. But my traitorous optics kept sneaking back. I saw how Optimus Prime spread himself over the Decepticon Commander, locking his feet in beside Megatron's, stretching out his arms over his bond-brother's, and lacing their fingers together. With his head tucked in next to the gray mech's silent one, he still whispered over and over the same loving encouragements he'd been repeating for the last several breems. "You're not alone," he kept saying. "I'm here with you, my Brother."

I wished I was dead.

I'd just made up my mind that I would try to make it out the door – I was even sidling along the wall toward it, when a voice in my private comm stopped me cold.

When he trusts you enough, came the steady voice of Optimus Prime, This is what you'll need to do for him.

I didn't mean to spy! I blurted silently over the comm. I couldn't get away!

But you'd have left long ago, if you didn't care for him, the voice went on, unflinching.

I scrambled for a mote of reason. But he hates to be touched! I squeaked.

Only because he craves it, replied the Prime.

I floundered. But I'm not- We're not- There's no-! I gave up. This was more than I knew how to deal with.

I know, little one. Prime's voice was as calm as the sky. You see nothing yet. But there are many things you do not see. And... I actually saw his frame go limp. I must see to it that he has someone to turn to, if I do not last the time.

What do you mean by that? In my discomfort, I almost spoke aloud.

Nothing, 'Spark, he said. He turned away, back to his bond-brother. You may go now, if you wish. He sounded sad. He doesn't know that you've been here.

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