Chapter 22: Return of The Lord in Shein's optics

:) Four over seven. *pants* I have nothing to do when I am out of my hospital guardian's eyes so yeah. I had snuck out and uploaded this. *grins*

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The metal door had hissed open making Shein snap out of whatever she was processing. Her eyes lit up as she saw the figure perched on top of the elevated ground with a throne at the back. Barricade strode near the all mighty lord and bowed in silent respect while Shein had just waved a hand at him.

"It is nice to see you again, Lord!" She showed him her best smile that welcomes every mech that would come back to her home… But just then, her eyes glinted in contrast.

"Is Gould dead already? Is that why you are here?" Her voice showed her smugness and delight of thinking of those without remorse but even though it was like that, there was this chilling feeling that they were getting from the edge of her tone.

The lord was the first one to recompose himself and retorted though, "No, you little slagging femme…" Megatron had long gone since he called her an insect. He had given her his acknowledgement that she was unlike the other insects on the mud ball after a certain amusing event that had proved of her superiority over others, even among his mechs.

"…And you are to shut your organic mouth when I am not talking to you." There was no room for arguments when he had said that. It was with a growl and a mix of high authority and what-not but that didn't faze her… Although, there was the voice again, telling her of someone named sir OP. Now… who was that? That was a new one… How many names do you think she has in her brain that she could not identify currently? She ignored it again, in favor of her giving her Lord all her undivided attention.

"Well, you ARE talking to me right now, my lord…" She pointed at him as a matter of fact with a smug look on her face. Megatron slowly grinned as he shook his head with silent mirth.

"You are too cocky for your own good, Oans. You'll have to learn how to shut that hole of yours or I'll do have to blast it for you?" The big mech had his arm formed into a cannon as the voice in her head perked up in recognition again. She decided to ignore it again since it won't do her any good to be distracted in the front of the other.

"Ohhh… I won't do that if I were you, my Lord…" She smiled in amusement. Here they go again…

"You wouldn't want to have a broken squishy on the base… and besides, it is not proper for a leader to let his actions guide his processor… what are you, an animal?" She retorted with a snort. She got a mental image of him being a dog.

"Are you thou not a rational being with a logic and sound processor?" She then added formally as she stood tall in Barricade's servo.

Megatron could only grin wider at that. He didn't go rouge on her, unlike with the others who would never do the same. It was amusing for him to have a inferior specie to ground him and make him rethink of things, excluded to that were Soundwave and Shockwave.

This type of conversation with her was somewhat an ordinary routine for them. Every time this happens, it was always her life on stake… And with all of those chances where she could be off-lined, it never came; every argument they had, the femme would manage to make her stand against him with a sound reason.

Acknowledgement of what she does over him was something he wouldn't admit to others or even to the femme… That was a great privilege for her but it won't be necessary for him to voice it out.

"I see that your smart mouth is still intact as always, Oans. Good to know that the nuisance is still alive and is fit enough to challenge another mech with her ever so glitched processor." Megatron took a step forward and poked the femme with his pointy digit. That had earned him a scowl as she pushed his digit away. She was not that strong but he could identify the change in strength she has when she had managed to shove it aside without his knowledge of deterring his strength. She then leaned on it at the side with a grin.

"Better to annoy you with, my lord…" She said.

"And admit it! You're going to miss me when you don't hear from me again… ALSO! I was thinking about using your language, but I still can't form the correct sound, Lord… As far as I can tell, I had mastered the art of cursing now… It was one of the things that I had been getting better at." It was then when she had unknowingly had hit the nail on the head with her middle statement, that made both Megatron and Barricade stood still for that klik, trying to hide their amusement.

"Yes, yes… let me hear how our medic curses every single Con on the base like I haven't had my fair share of it…" The giant mech scowled but there was still that mirth left in his optics. Even though he was leader of the Decepticons, he was not that safe when it comes to check ups. He would also be given the same treatment even if he had a choice to just offline that mech or to lose a great CMO.

He prefers to keep it in the middle where things are in order for them.

"Barricade, report…" He cut off the femme from saying another thing that could start another round of misled talking. He was satisfied when she had slumped down on her guardian's servo with a pout. She had a clear visual and realization that the lord would be ignoring her for now.

Barricade on the other hand, obeyed and gave a summary of what had happened to the mission in a cryptic way that his Lord would be able to understand without alerting the femme of anything suspicious.

"The Autodolts had been unsuccessful in retrieving the precious cargo after the first raid. Buzzsaw had rendered the initial guards, the medic and the spy, unable to enter further more battles. Frenzy had retrieved the cargo 3.45 kliks before the backup came for us but the team was already in transit. Constructicons had been of great help in defending the cargo from damage as plan B was initiated. Damage acquired within the retrieval team, minimum, with the other faction sedated and unable to move or follow. Mission, successful… End of report." He finished with a straight face as Shein looked up at him and her lord with confusion and shock.

"When had you left for a mission, 'Cade? …and with younglings?" Her voice became accusing. "Why hadn't I heard of a big scale mission like this?" She angrily said with her eyebrows furrowed.

No one of the two answered but Barricade recognized the ping he was receiving.

::Barricade, explain.:: He heard his lord said with a growl. Megatron wouldn't want dilly-dallying so he had been straight forward.

The police Con sighed mentally and data bursted all of the events to his superior along with the reports and discussions he had with Hook about the state of the femme.

Megatron reviewed it swiftly as he squint his optics at the femme. She just crossed her arms in a huff of disappointment that the two were not letting her in the conversation but she understands that it was not her to poke her nose in when none of them had been hurt.

::Do not make it known to her of her current state. This is good that she has no way of recognizing them. Spread my orders to the others to not trigger the memories. If Hook said that with recognition, it could jog her memory, then we will prevent it as long as possible. The lesser she knows the better as always.:: Megatron sighed with unrecognized relief as he switched to his real vocalizers to acknowledge the femme that had been patiently waiting for them.

"Don't you have somewhere, other than here, to go to? The medic might need your brain for now…" He reverted back to his over lord character as he shooed her making the femme huff in irritation. After waiting for them, they would just throw me away? That is not the deal, dude. She glowered then.

"I was strictly ordered to not even work, my Lord… but I am offering you my service in giving you a well ordered wax…" She sighed in resignation and hoped that she wouldn't be thrown just immediately.

"As my deepest apologies for not greeting the Lord on his arrival as I am supposed to, will you let me, my Lord?" The words dripped from her mouth with the most formal wording she could muster while she bowed a little. She then, tilted her head upward to meet his optics with her own hopeful ones.

It made Megatron twitch as he restrained his self from immediately accepting the offer. How long has it been since the last time the youngling had went over his frame to give him her special treatment? It had been far too long for his taste as he longed for it ever since their plan started. He had been subjected to so many stress factors after that and right now, he needed a good distressor.

He waited a klik as he raised an optic ridge at her. The air was filling with tension as time ticked.

But as her head drop, he gave his grunt of reply.

"Fine, Oans…" He held out his servo for her to climb in to. With no hesitation, she immediately jumped over, not minding the sharp digits. She had been subjected to these for far too long for her to get killed by it. She now holds the knowledge of how to deal with them for all she cares and she knows them too well to even have fear.

"Do your next mission for now, Barricade." Megatron said as he and the other mech went separate ways; him going to his quarters with the femme while the other was unknown.

When they had reached his quarters, he hadn't expected it to be like this though. How hadn't he notice the mess that he had accumulated since her disappearance? He looked down at the femme who looked like she was bored.

But then, she turned to him with that scrutinizing attention.

"How long do I have to tell you to clean after yourself, huh my Lord?" She raised her intimidating eyebrow as he rolled his eyes at her.

"Get to work! Then… and just then… will I give you that wax…" She put her hands on her hips like one of those human femme creators.

But he wanted that wax now… Slag it…

"SIRE! GET YOUR AFT IN THERE AND CLEAN YOUR MESS UP!" She shouted. One of things he couldn't escape was the medical checkups from Hook… and this was the other, her scrutinizing creator persona that treats him like a sparkling.

He glowered but decided to do whatever so he could get that wax than complain and make everything harder. She jumped off of his servo as she stood there supervising him…

If the others had went in that time, they would be amused at the sight of their Lord picking up data pads and arranging them while Shein pointed at other things that he would do next. It was a sight to be remembered, a reversal role from protector and sparkling to mother and child.

To answer my readers' concerns. :) I still can move so please don't worry about me.

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