Pairing: TFP Megatron/June Darby
Rating: Teen
Details/Themes: Florence Nightingale effect (opposite attraction more so), intentional self-harm, vulnerability kink
Requested by MidDayDreamer
Ratchet had taught her a lot in the field of Cybertronian medical and she learned quickly but there were some problems that came with it, some risks to be more precise.
Autobot patients were one thing but Decepticons were like the patients from Hell. Complaining, impatient, rude, and not very open-minded about a human doctor treating them. She couldn't tell how many times a Decepticon bore fangs and claws at her but she helped them regardless because a good medic helped everyone no matter which faction they lied in.
Then there was a special patient of hers. To be fair out of all the mechs it could have been, it was surprising he even took damage. The mech was supposed to be invincible! Indestructible even...yet here he was before her...again...surprisingly. Megatron the great Gladiator of Kaon was sprawled out on a rock face.
To him, this was a different matter. He liked the motherly human; she was very caring and devoted to her work, more so than a certain medic on his own warship. The first time he ever encountered her besides the brief appearance in the Autobot base was when Optimus actually managed to blast open the side of his abdomen and ruptured a coolant line behind the purple vents. It hurt like the Pits of Kaon but he refused to show it until Optimus became sidetracked trying to retrieve the pod they were both pursuing.
Ratchet and Knockout both helped injured mechs to the side as they both realized how much they were needed off-field than on. However, the Autobot medic had also brought dear June Darby with him and out of all the mechs she could have helped, she aided him.
White-pink irises dilated before fluctuating wide as they locked on to her. She was too close, closer than he would ever allow a fleshbag to go even near his face but she was persistent and she gently placed a hand on his chin and something just snapped. He originally growled at her but then he quieted and allowed her to fix him, watching her intently as her small limbs could gracefully grab where Knockout would have to tear apart to reach.
She repaired him enough to keep him going and since then, something made him hesitate to every think about harming her even the other times she came to his aid. Now here he was, lying front first on an elevated rock with his chin digging into the soil. There was no battle, he had just...fallen onto a jagged piece of metal and it breached the protoform of his lower calf through the armor, severing important wires that were required for it to work. No, that was a lie but she didn't need to know that.
Megatron sniffed the air when she walked up scared to the side of his helm. His frame rattled with brief pain but otherwise calm inhale and exhale. He gave a soft rumble when she ghosted her hand next to his mouth which was positioned in a faux frown. His spine plating rose ever so slightly, not in anger but just acknowledging how close she was getting to his injury.
Did this female not realize she could call Optimus and have him as a prisoner? Or better, have him killed and the war won? Then again the question should have been: why did he leave himself in such a pathetic state to have her help him? The questions nagged at the back of his processor but he addressed none as he felt her hands paw at the damage, his optics fluxing with natural alarm but an odd sense of curiosity. They were wide as they slowly caught sight of her near his shin.
June grabbed the huge splinter that rendered his lower leg barely functioning and slightly turned it, making Megatron clash his teeth but he said nothing. The pain actually didn't faze him now, he just needed to keep her thinking he was susceptible to her whim. Pleasantly, she played along and began assessing the damage, toying with the wires and impaled armor to scout her approach in removing the object.
He faked a wince as she began to carefully twist the metal shard out of his leg. What she probably didn't know was that he was kind of a sucker for brief pain, maybe not extremely intense pain and not long term pain but a good amount would make him purr. He was after all raised to endure it. With a sudden crack, the metal broke loose although ripping a few pieces from his interior. This time, he growled a little. Perhaps he had embedded it a bit too deep and in a bad place to boot. That was somewhat his fault, and he deserved it. But hey, he was partially paralyzed from the knee down now. Great.
June quickly attended to the Energon leaking from the wound and out of discomfort, the warlord rolled his movable leg from side to side on the ground. As she worked hard and fast, he grew flustered as her hands probed his injury. Knockout was never this gentle so it was an unusual feeling but he kind of liked it. He eventually grew comfortable enough to close his optics in peace, allowing her to finish.
When she was done, June hesitantly met his gaze and he was very mellow, content with rare calm eyes. It was scary how peaceful he was, letting an organic touch him. She froze when he gave a subtle animalistic rumble and moved his formerly damaged leg. It was covered by temporary plates that Knockout would no doubt exchange once Megatron returned but it was the best she could do before the Decepticons found their leader and killed her in the process.
Megatron, however, seemed very grateful. She had an unusual talent and he appreciated talent...if met right with proper intelligence and ingenuity. He wasn't crazy; she was cute for a human and much more tolerable. There was a part of him that wanted to keep her as his personal medic.
He frowned when she bowed and began to leave. He wasn't done with her yet. He wanted her to stay. Immediately glancing around, he spotted a granite speared formation and a sly smile grew on his face plates. Limping towards it, he studied it with a huff before peering at his servo and gaining a stupidly grand idea. Breaking off the tip, he placed it on the rock floor and tapped his servo on the ground nearby as if he was mimicking the sound of crawling while he brought it closer to the granite piece.
June didn't look back as she brought out her cellphone to try and contact the Autobots for a ground bridge when all of a sudden, a roar and Cybertronian profanity echoed. She high-tailed it back towards Megatron and halted in shock but also emitted a groan of disapproval. Crossing her arms with a scowl, she stared down a grinning warlord who held up his struck servo that was bleeding excessively to her displeasure. There was a legit hole in the servo now and she doubted she brought enough parts to fix that.
With a heavy sigh, she snapped her fingers to make him lower his hand towards her and grabbed it roughly. She examined it the same as she did with his shin and he just kept smiling innocently. When she had signed up to be Ratchet's assistant, he never added "dealing with brashness of patients" to the job description. Picking out bits of rock, she heard him purr but only shook her head at his supposedly accidental blunder. She was beginning to have second doubts since this wasn't the first time Megatron had injured himself twice in a row...on the same day!
The warmonger knew he was putting a lot at stake for submitting to this human woman but it had its perks. She might have not liked it but he was absolutely obsessed with how she treated him. He wasn't clingy...yet...but he did wish for her to stay a little longer. He enjoyed their harmony.
AN: The Florence Nightingale Effect (for those who are confused) is when a caretaker falls in love with a patient however there is a version of this where the patient becomes intrigued by the caretaker which leads to the caretaker becoming involved with the patient more so which can lead to romance. There is a direct opposite to this effect with the patient in love but not the caretaker but this effect has no actual name or none that I've ever heard of so I still consider it the Florence Nightingale effect despite this.