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Note : Requested by Darklight8121. This is the last update for the week, I think. I'm heading out soon to work on possibly selling some sheep. Thanks everyone, and I'm glad you like this story. :D
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(Normal POV)
Starscream glowered at the recharging Megatron, only hesitating because the last time he tried anything like this, it took him six earth months to rebuild his aft and wings, and a little longer to get out from under his fearless leader's constant watch. Only just yesterday had he come across the bumbling Autobot engineer and scientist, Wheeljack, whose most recent inventions all seemed to work...but with disastrous side effects.
This time it had been an override chip, that only worked temporarily, and had been used in a few different pranks.
Luckily, with the help of an unsuspecting Barricade, who'd been out looking for a fight and found one in the Auto-scum scientist, Starscream had managed to grab the chip without his knowing. Now... Now for the hard part.
Old fool snores like a human's chainsaw. He winced as he crept forward, watching as Megatron lay motionless in his throne, leaning to one side. His normally bright crimson optics were offline, but it did little to dispel the overwhelming fear his mere presence seemed to possess. Just stay in recharge. Megatron shifted, a loud short sounding, and Starscream froze in mid-step, eyeing both his leader and the nearby door, even as his thrusters tensed, ready to flip on and help him speed out of there in a moment's notice.
When he settled back down, the Decepticon second in command rolled his optics and began creeping forward again. He'd spent the better part of that day reprogramming the chip, and now that it was ready, all he had to do was turn it on, and then make sure he had the trigger song.
Slipping the chip into place, Starscream turned and practically ran on air to get out of that room, before working on the second phase of his plan. He'd managed to hack into some of the Autobots incripted files. Unfortunately, he didn't find anything useful, but he had found Optimus'.....for the lack of a better word, internal 'mail' system. He could send a private message to the Autobot, and he smirked as he left the base.
(Elsewhere)
Optimus was driving down the busy streets of Tranquility, enjoying the peace as he watched a human family cross the street, the elder femme laughing with an elder man, as they led two younglings down the sidewalk on the other side.
He sighed a little, remembering when his own femme creator used to lead him and Megatron around like that, laughing about one inconsequential thing or another. It was times like these he really tried to understand what could have possibly made his brother turn Decepticon. What had infected his CPU and made him decide power was more important than anything?
Mentally shaking his head, he cleared his processors of those thoughts and drove on, pausing at a red light, before making a left hand turn and slowly driving through the school district. He slowed and pulled up on the curb, watching past the fence and large yard to where many highschool students milled around. Sam attended this school only a year ago. And had very nearly failed his final year after missing time because of the war, and then missing more because of needing to heal and needing to deal with Secretary Keller.
He watched as a single, solitary Camaro drove through the lot, and smiled a little, knowing Bumblebee was also remembering the fonder times.
Pulling back into the street, Optimus drove around some more, feeling somewhat bored with the way the Decepticons had been lying low lately. Then, out of nowhere, an internal ping on his communications informed him he had 'mail'. He drove onto a side street, pulling into a dead end alley as he opened the message. Then he very nearly called the Autobots to him when he realized it was from Starscream.
'Hey Autoscum, I thought you might wanna know... Megatron's gonna be at the following location, all alone, at the following time.' A set of coordinates, as well as a time stamp were displayed, and a rather hysterical cackle caught his attention. 'Enjoy the show! Oh, and if you say one word about this being me, I will personally-' Rolling his optics, Optimus deleted the message, before taking into the consideration the coordinates he got.
Alone... Why would Starscream want me to go find Megatron alone? It reeked of a trap, and just to be safe, he forwarded the coordinates and time stamp to a few of his less trigger happy allies, with instructions to meet him there. Then he waited. It would only be a short while from now, and one way or another, he'd be facing against Megatron again.
Maybe... Just maybe he finally wanted to end this.
(Later)
As Optimus entered the building, he frowned thoughtfully. It was a rather large, empty warehouse, that was more than big enough to house even Megatron standing straight. Speaking of which... He saw Megatron leaning against the far wall, his optics offlined, and froze... What's this...? His own optics narrowed as he brought out his sword and crept a step forward. The clicking of something under his foot had him pausing and scanning. Not a mine? He frowned as he stepped back, looking down.
It appeared to be a rather bent looking switch. Alarmed, he called the others towards him, freezing a moment until he heard them entering the building behind him, and then lifting his hand when no one began shooting at them.
And then...the music started.
Startled, Optimus looked up and raised his sword defensively as Megatron's optics snapped on. The Decepticon commander took a single step foward, bringing his hands up to his face as the music continued.
Then, Optimus swore he lost his mind.
Megatron lowered his hands, looked up with a blank stare, opened his mouth, and began to sing.
At first I was afraid,
I was petrified.
A loud thud behind him alerted to Prowl's offlining. Then a second and third joined, and he looked over his shoulder to find Ironhide and Chromia lying prone on the floor. Jazz was snickering away at the feminine voice that issued forth from the otherwise intimidating Decepticon leader, and the other Autobots just looked like they'd died and ...well, didn't know what to make of it...
Thinking I could never live
without you by my side.
But then I spent so many nights
Thinkin' how you did me wrong
Megatron took another step foward, snapping his fingers as he sang and gesturing wildly with his hands.
And I grew strong.
I learned how to get along.
And so you're back!
From outter space!
Megatron began stalking forward, across the massive warehouse as he sang. The sound of muffled laughter gave way to booming roars of hilarity as he paused and stuck a hip out before resuming his walk.
I just walked in to find you here,
With that sad look upon your face, oh.
His hips swung almost scarily with every step, and some of the more serious Autobots tensed as their enemy drew closer. Smelling smoke, Optimus once again looked back, and watched as Ratchet's head steamed very much like Prowl's. And speaking of Prowl, the poor second in command's optics lit up, he saw Megatron, squeaked and glitched again.
Unable to help it, Optimus began laughing with the others. Glancing up briefly, he took in what appeared to be a gigantic metal ball, like a wrecking ball, only much, much bigger.
Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with goodbyes?
You think I'd crumble
You think I'd lay down and die.
Stopping in the center of the room, Megatron tapped his foot as he continued making appropriate gestures with his hands, to go along with the song. By now, most of the Autobot troops were on their afts, doubled over in laughter, or offline from the sheer absurd shock of seeing MEGATRON dancing and singing.
Oh no, not I!
I will survive!
Suddenly, with a loud crash, the ball dropped from above and hit Megatron, knocking him to the ground and pinning him there with it's weight on his back. As he lay there, the music screetched and then stopped.
So did the laughter.
For the longest moment, everyone just stared at the scene before them, before Optimus cycled his vents and put his sword away again. "Survive?" He took in the metallic ball, scanning it and raising an optic ridge at the sheer weight of the thing. Hm, I think not, dear brother.
With a groan, Megatron shook his head. He seemed to come back to himself, and looked up. Seeing that he was surrounded with grinning Autobots, he glared. "What the frag are you smiling at?" He tried to move, only to find himself pinned. "What the...? STARSCREAM!!"
Bumblebee snickered a little, before an instant reply of what just happened formed with the help of his holographic projectors. This sent most of the sobered Autobots back into hysteria, and Megatron was repeatedly banging his head on the ground, growling curses in Cybertronian, before it even was half over.
"You sure Starscream isn't related to the twins?" Jazz murmured quietly to Optimus.
Sharing a disturbed yet amused look with his first lieutenant, Optimus and Jazz both shuddered in horror, before shaking their heads to dispel that train of thought.
Well, at the very least, he did have some rather amusing prank ideas.
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