Can I Request How Megs Would Feel If He Fought His Beloved, Reader Needs To Beat Some Sense To Him And

Can I request how Megs would feel if he fought his beloved, reader needs to beat some sense to him and help him from being blinded with hatred. (Tf one plz) Also I want a good ending cuz I'm still sad about the movie. And if it isn't obvious cybertronian reader.

MEGATRON X READER

Obviously Tf One spoilers! God this was so fun to write, I just hope I got their personalities right. I haven't written anything this long in a while !! Also I never knew I'd be so much of a Megatron enjoyer until this movie...yeah, it took me this long.

[ cybertronian! reader Angst and eventually fluff, could be pretty rushed tbh but I just want him to healll. Very NOT canon to the movie

You knew it wasn’t your D-16 the moment his optics changed. Or maybe it was the way he distanced himself from you and your friends in a matter of hours--maybe minutes. It was a subconscious, subtle shift, but one you wished you could have talked him out of.

You suppose you saw the changed D-16 once you made it to the hideout of the High Guard fliers. Your once-kind, responsible lover was gripping Starscream by the neck, his hold tightening with every word from the flier beneath him.

You glanced at Orion, Elita, and Bee, all frozen in horror. You panicked and you stepped forward, placing your servo on his shoulder. Before you could continue, he whirled around, optics burning with a cold, harsh light—practically glaring at you.

“Y/N…“

“D, what the hell are you doing?!” You demanded, your voice steady despite his glare. “This isn’t like you, this isn’t the way, come on.”

He didn’t respond. Instead, his optics locked onto Starscream again. He was seething, the flier grinning through the pain wasn't helping your case either.

“Come on, do it! Do it, don’t be a c-coward!” Starscream sputtered through glitching vocal processors, even as D-16’s servo squeezed harder, threatening to crush the life from him.

D-16 narrowed his optics, “I’m not a coward!” He roared as Starscream’s cackling turned into garbled screeches

You attempted to push him away, roughly shoving him by the shoulder. “D, stop it!” He shoved you back. The sudden force sent you stumbling, and when you steadied yourself, you found yourself staring down the barrel of his arm cannon. His orange optics were locked on you, but for a fleeting moment, they softened. It was like he didn't recognize you, but then he hesitated.

“Stay out of my way, from now on.” He said lowly, as if his words pained him. “Please.”

His hesitation vanished as the cannon swung back toward Starscream. You stood there, stunned, until Orion and Elita rushed over to pull you up. Then you just stood and did nothing.

You watched in horror as D-16 continued to declare himself as someone they should follow to victory. Oh, you knew how much he wanted Sentinel dead now. Hell, you did too. But you weren’t sure if this was the right way. You weren’t a bad bot. Neither was D-16, he never was. You had to do something...before things got bad.

You recalled the moment just before he…snapped.

___

“Y/N, don’t you see? He’s been lying this whole time.” “Yes, D. I see, I know. But—“ “I want him dead. I just-I need..I need to see him suffer. Look what he did. To you. To me. To us. We could have been..so much more.” He placed his servo over your spark, right above where your transformation cog was. He used to dream of you two racing together, having fun. Hell, flying even. Back then he didn’t know what he would transform into. “We can still be more, D. We have a bigger purpose now, we were given the ability to transform by a prime himself. We just need to..show everyone the truth. And we will. Then we can—“ “It’s not enough.” He blurted out, pulling you closer as if it was the last time he’d hold you. “You deserve so much better. I promise you, Y/N. I promise you he will pay.”

___

Things only got worse from there. You reached your breaking point when you saw D-16—no, Megatron—vanish Orion himself. You couldn’t believe it. They were like brothers. And now, your beloved had become something else entirely. And yet, you still felt helpless.

You rushed over, avoiding and pushing the other bots as you made your way to where D-16 stood. They all cheered him on as he was trying to lift Sentinel into the air. He was going to kill him. He really was.

“D, stop it! Look what you’ve done!” You shouted, stomping your way forward, frustration boiling inside. You slammed your shaking fist into his shoulder. Primus, you were pissed at him right now.

“Please, please! Tell me what the hell you’re doing. This wasn’t a part of the plan.” You pleaded with him, hoping you’d somehow get him to react. Instead, he inched closer, the same stance you’d expect of someone challenging you. “No, you’re wrong. This was the plan. It was what had to be done. How can I get you to see that.” He visibly calmed for a moment, reaching out a servo to brush against the side of your faceplate. Despite everything, it’s still him. And he loved you.

You hesitated, then stepped back. Oh, how it pained you. “I’m sorry. I don’t understand your goal.” You said, barely above a whisper. Time seemed to freeze, and he slowly lowered his arm. In an instant, you watched his gaze darken.

“Then you’re just in my way.”

__

Your hopes were revived as Orion, now as Optimus Prime, came back, the matrix of leadership implanted into his chest. Optimus had saved the life of Sentinel (perhaps a little undeserved), knowing there was another way to deal with this. But now he has to save..practically all of Iacon. Maybe just maybe, between the two of you, you can stop Megatron.

The fight between the two friends wasn’t solving anything, you only feared they’d end up killing each other. You got rid of your fear, inserting yourself in the fight just as they managed to gain some distance from eachother. He grunted as you shoved him harder this time, his footing a bit unsteady from his existing injuries.

“What are yo—“

“I told you, stop. This,” you punctuated every word with a shove. “Is. Madness!” You panted, glaring up at your lover. “Come back to me, D. This isn’t the real you. I know it isn’t.” You pleaded, he responded with an irritated grunt.

“I, am Megatron. Not D-16, I am not that bot anymore. Y/N, stand down-“

“No! You stand down! You’re acting foolishly right now! I won't just stand here and watch you destroy yourself and--” You yelled, going straight for him to push him again, but he stopped you with a raise of his cannon. You froze in your tracks.

"Back down, Y/N." He said with a growl. You narrowed your optics, leaning your frame right up against the barrel, hearing a light clink.. The glow illuminated your armor. For a second, you saw his optics widen. He paused, licking his teeth. "I don't want to fight you. But I-"

"But you will if you have to, right? That's what you were going to say? Do it then," Your voice cracked, "I have nothing left to lose."

He huffed, so be it. He lunged towards you, and you raised your arms, blocking the strike. You opened up to move his blaster out of the way, leaving your side open to his incoming fist. It collided with your side, sparks flying from the contact. You grunted, stumbling back. When he came at you again, you caught his arm, pulling him close until you were face to face.

"We're both being foolish right now, are you happy yet? You panted, he grits his teeth.

"Quit saying that!" He growled, shoving you away. He shot his cannon, the blast flying past your side. You slid to avoid it, earning another blast from him. He fired his cannon, but the shot missed. He was aiming wide on purpose. You blinked, you knew his aim wasn't that bad...primus, he really was missing on purpose. If you weren't fighting right now, you'd swoon.

"Are you missing on purpose?" You asked incredulously.

"No! I.. yes..no! Listen to me, Y/N. We can end this now, if you let me do this one thing."

"You've already done enough. D..."

"Don't call me that."

He lunged again, but this time, you sidestepped, charging into him and sending him crashing to the ground, the side of his face hit the ground. You managed to pin him momentarily, struggling to keep him from standing.

"This isn't what you want. Trust me.." You paused. "Megs. Please."

He tensed beneath you, then slightly loosened as you called him 'Megs.'

"This is revenge, it won't help you feel any better. Not long-term. You'll only continue hating and hating, I can't bear to lose you like this. It's...it's tearing us apart." You shuddered, loosening your grip.

Eventually, you felt his breathing slow to a decent pace, slowly, you climbed off him, kneeling beside him. He sighed. "I..I don't know how to stop." He quietly said. You leaned forward, placing a servo against his jaw. "I can help you. I will help you. Megs, you have me with you. You have..Optimus with you. We're all with you."

You both knelt silently for a moment, gathering each other's thoughts. Finally, he had the courage to look up at you. You might never see those big yellow optics of his again, but at least now they weren't so cold. They held some type of sincerity. "I'm..so sorry." He breathed out.

You almost sighed in relief. "You're still angry, and that's okay, alright? Now it's my turn to promise you, we'll deal with this differently. It won't feel fair at first, but it's the right thing to do. Stand up." You gently said, extending your servo out to him. He slowly took your servo, his grip as gentle, almost afraid of breaking you. Primus, how he regrets hurting you. You can see it written all over his face. He was blinded by rage, he was indeed acting foolish. His optics briefly flicked to Sentinel, still on the ground and honestly, grateful to still be in one single piece. He turned away before the anger could return.

"I didn't want to hurt you," He whispered.

You softly scoffed, gently nudging him. This time, without any defensive intent. "You controlled yourself better than I did. I wanted to beat your aft, D-- Megs." You joked, earning a small, bittersweet smile.

You took your servos in his, softly smiling at him. You turned to Optimus, who was just as relieved as you were. "Optimus, do you think Megs and I can help rebuild Iacon? The way it's supposed to be?"

Optimus smiled gently, looking proud. "Of course you can. We all can." He looked at Megatron, his gaze firm but kind. "I am glad to have you back, friend."

Megatron nodded, still tense but..accepting. One day, they'll be as brothers again. You just know it. "As am I." He said, turning to you. His gaze softened. "Y/N...I love you."

"I love you as well, Megs."

high enough

five - speed drive

can we even call this an x assistant!reader at this point?

based on speed drive by charli xcx

You hadn't even been talking to Alex a total of five minutes when you feel someone tug your elbow.

"You have to go," Brit shouts. "What, why?" you and Alex look at her confused. "Ethan is here! You have to go before either of you see the other- out the back, Annie is talking to an employee right now."

"What? My Ethan? But we just got here like an ho-" you say.. "You have a minute max," Brit gestures with her hand for you to get going.

"Why does everyone keep giving me a time limit?? And y'all expect me to leave the club by myself?" you exclaim. Alex shakes his head. "No, I'll come with you, let's go. I can't hear your lovely voice over this damn music anyways," he chuckles.

Brit nods quickly, and with that, Alex grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd, and you try to do your best to keep up with his fast pace, his long legs blurring.

You see Annie holding the bar door open, and Alex pulls you through the back exit, the two of you running down the alley. You laugh from the exhilaration, and the two of you dart and weave through the Los Angeles streets.

Alex finally stops in front of a diner, panting. He crouches down, trying to catch his breath. You do the same, taking in deep breaths. "We should go in before someone sees us," you pant. Alex nods, fully standing back up. The two of you enter the diner, taking a seat at one of the back booths.

The two of you sit there a moment quietly observing each other. Alex finally grins at you, and you grin back. However the moment is cut short by your phone buzzing.

Incoming call: Rini 🌻

That then gets interrupted by another incoming call.

Incoming call: Ethan Nestor

You decline both calls, before peering out the window. "I'll call her back, Brit and Annie will just tell her we left, I'll meet them at home later," you turn back to Alex.

"Who's your Ethan?" he asks. He doesn't seem to be angry or annoyed, just curious.

"Pardon?"

"At the club," he lifts a leg up onto his seat, hugging his knee to his chest before continuing, "Brittney said Ethan was here, and you asked her if was your Ethan. Who's your Ethan?"

You look at him for a minute, but Alex's curious expression never falters. You look back out the window for a moment and sharply inhale. "He's my old boss, a professional boxer. I quit working for him two weeks ago. He's apparently not taking it very well."

Alex's phone begins to buzz. He looks at it, holds a finger up, and answers it. "Yeah Rini. Yeah, she's with me, we left twenty minutes ago. Okay. Okay, yeah no problem. Bye." He hangs up, readjusting his focus back onto you.

He leans back in the booth, thinking for a moment. "Is that why you didn't want to see him? Are you scared of him?"

You laugh dryly. "I'm scared of confrontation, I kind of lied to him and then bailed before the biggest moment of his career so I could advance mine. But scared of Ethan?" You turn back to look at Alex. "I could never be scared of him, he would never hurt me. Physically, at least."

Alex keeps looking at you, his eyes never wandering elsewhere. The silence felt deafening, so you opt to speak again.

"You don't think that makes me a terrible person, does it?"

"Rini said you were a glorified water girl. And that he never gave you a raise in four years."

You nod, fidgeting with your hands, looking down at the table. "I'd say more than a water girl, I did other things. But the raise thing, that's accurate."

Alex nods, then speaks. "Then I think there's nothing wrong with you, which is what I was worried about."

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?" you ask him, looking back up. He smiles at you, chuckling softly. "I mean, if I got to have a girl like you around, I'd be throwing everything I had at you. I can't blame you for wanting better."

There's another moment of eye contact, before you break the silence again. "Well let's hope I have it." His gentle smile breaks into a full grin. "I hope you have."

Your phone buzzes once more, but you shut it off without even a glance. But that's when you register the flash of light outside the restaurant.

"Shit," Alex mutters. "Paps."

You lift your hand to cover your face, but it's fruitless, there's several of them taking photos of the two of you through the window.

Alex looks over at them, then at you, who's turned your face away.

"Can I take you home?" he asks. "What?" Your eyes turn as big as saucers at the question. He laughs, then wildly shakes his head. "Let me rephrase, can I give you a ride home?"

"Sounds good to me."

The two of you exit the restaurant, the cameras following. But Alex just stops, pulling his wallet out. "Can you guys, really, please just go?" He starts passing out bills to the photographers. "You're making my friend uncomfortable," he murmurs.

They back off, and you and Alex walk back to his car. "Rini says you're going to join us on tour, you're helping her write songs."

You nod, putting your hands in your jean pockets. "Yeah, my best friend Annie and I, we used to perform as a folk duo during university. We didn't do it very often, but those are some of my best memories. When Rini offered for me to write and sing with her, I had to take up that opportunity, it would be nuts not to."

"I bet it's going to be one hell of an album, beyond a shadow of a doubt."

"I'm grateful she's giving me any opportunities. It's exciting to see life beyond a bench next to a boxing ring."

As you approach his car, he opens the door for you, gesturing for you to get in. As you slide into the seat, Alex smiles at you. "I'm glad you chose life past a boxing ring," he murmurs. He shuts the door and gets in on the other side.

The drive home is mostly silent, with Alex quietly humming to himself, thrumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

As he pulls up to the house, he shuts the car off and turn to you. "I had a fun time running away from your old boss with you," he jokes.

"I had fun too," you smile at him. Alex leans in and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm looking forward to seeing you again," he whispers.

"I'm looking forward to it too."

And with that, you exit the car, turning to give him a wave. He waits for you to get the front door, and then turns his car on and drives off.

The moment you open the door, you can hear all the chattering cease instantly. All of the girls are sitting in the living room in their pj's, sitting on the floor.

"There you are! We were wondering when he would return you to us," Brit smirked. "How was it?" Harini raises her eyebrows, patting a space next to her. You plop yourself down next to her.

"Holy shit, Harini, that is one dreamy man," you exhale. She grins and squeals, giving you a hug. "Well, the rumor mill is already buzzing. People saw Ethan run out of the club, looking around frantically before taking his girlfriend home, and not forty minutes later, you're photographed with Ireland's most eligible musician," Kiera teases.

"What? The photos are out already?"

All the girls nod, their eyes wide. Morgan pulls out her phone and pulls up the article.

Breaking; Alex Jamie Wilson caught with former boxer's assistant.

You groan. "Great, this is going to just fuel the fires."

"Good. Maybe this will finally get him to back off," Terra grumbles, tapping away on her phone.

Ethan stares down at his phone, sitting on his sofa, staring at those exact photos. Who the fuck was this guy? He swiped through them, scanning your face for any noticeable emotions. Nothing. Ethan felt like you were drifting further and further away from him, and from the you he got to know for four years.

Lizzy sits next to him, scrolling away on her phone, while Jerry sits across from the two of them, just watching the disaster that was this stunt relationship. Jerry clears his throat, but neither Ethan or Lizzy look up, with Ethan too captivated by the photos to even notice Jerry.

Why were you holding this guy's hand? Who was this guy? Did you leave the club with him? Did you go home with him?

Jerry tries to get his attention, but it's no use. He finally just lets out a loud "Ethan!"

Ethan manages to break his eyes away from his phone, looking at an exasperated Jerry. "Now do you see my point? These feelings of yours are unrequited. She's not interested in you, buddy. Let it go before it drags you and your entire career down with it. You are about to reach the biggest moment in your career. Table this for later if you have to. You need to focus on fighting. You got into the championship but you still have to do more matches for the qualifying rankings and set ups, so you need to have your eye on the ball, and stop staring at the damn phone."

Ethan refuses to believe Jerry, but he puts away his phone regardless. He worked too hard to give up now.

"Okay. Let's do it."

You hardly ever got a phone call from Ethan in the weeks afterwards. Life went on, and you couldn't lie, you had hardly noticed. You never picked up anyways.

In between song writing, dance rehearsal, and constant outfit fittings, your life became a mountain of to-do lists like you had never felt before. Harini wanted all of you on stage dancing for the upbeat songs, and man, it was work. Vocal training for back up singing was work. Most nights, you were exhausted. Even if you weren't too tired, you didn't want to speak to Ethan anyways.

But you were never too tired for Alex. You two hadn't progressed very far past a simple flirting stage so far, but you were the first person he would flit to when entering the studio. He was electric.

You were finally building your own life, and not one spent following Ethan, and you were having a blast doing it.

It was unfortunate that your old world and current had to collide tonight.

Damon had insisted that you all come to his match tonight. The only problem was it was the one of the rank qualifiers for both championships to determine who would fight who. Meaning that not only was Damon fighting tonight, but a certain former boss would be fighting. Just not each other, luckily, because they were separate championships.

You wanted to skip out, but then Harini joined in. "Please? We are just about to release an album we made jointly, we need the publicity. Plus they aren't even going to fight at the same time, so we won't even have to interact with him."

You had taken a long pause, thinking. "We can bring Alex," she told you in a sing song tone. "Fine."

The group steps out of the limo, the paparazzi following. You hear calls for you. "Are you here for Ethan? Are you going to cheer Ethan on?"

You see Alex look out of the corner of his eye at you. Great, why did you ever agree to this?

As you filtered through the crowd to get scanned in, you see Ethan doing his weigh ins. He turns to see your group, and the cameras and reporters go nuts.

"Harini, do you have anything you want to say to Ethan?"

Harini turns on her heels to look at Ethan. "Yeah, actually. Finder's keepers, loser's weepers, you dick," she shouts, leaning over the railing. There's gasps and murmurs and cheers. Ethan flashes a fake smile. "It's called being a fucking thief, actually," he shouts back. Harini rolls her eyes. "Well, she's releasing an album with me. What did you ever do for her?" He freezes, and with that, Harini turns on her heel and continues to the VIP booth. The girls and Alex follow, but you keep standing there.

Ethan sees this, and grins a wolfish grin. Maybe it wasn't entirely hopeless for him after all, if you were willing to stay a moment, even if you brought that fucking Irish guy from the photos.

The cameras keep flashing, people murmuring at the sight.

"Hey, trouble. Miss me?" he calls out. You don't respond, standing there. You feel an arm go around you. Alex, who pulls you away. "Come on angel," he murmurs. With that, you follow the girls to the VIP booth. You don't look back at Ethan.

Ethan, however, watches you until you enter the booth, jaw clenched.

You were hoping the VIP booth would give you enough of a breather until you could leave, but as if the night could get worse somehow, you see an all too familiar head of blonde hair.

She turns from her seat. "Hi guys," she sneers. "Lizzy," Harini acknowledges her, but chooses to sit on the other side of the booth.

As your group sits down, you see Lizzy eyeing Morgan. "Hi," she tells Morgan. Morgan gives a small polite smile and wave, but Britt nudges her.

"You froze when you saw him," Alex murmurs. "Yeah, he has that effect on people," you mutter back. "Not people," Alex shakes his head. "You."

You shake your head. "I like you, Alex, I just...I hadn't seen him since I quit, and it was weird because I didn't know how he would react."

Alex raises an eyebrow, and smiles for the first time all night. "Oh, you like me?" he asks amused. You smirk and roll your eyes. "We spend literally every day together, I see you even when I'm too tired to do anything," you laugh. He nods quietly, winking.

You see someone come in, whispering to Harini. At the same time, people approach Ethan and his opponent, along with the trainers and organizers.

The person goes to Lizzy and whispers, then leaves as quickly as they come. Harini turns to the group. "Damon's opponent threw up. They need to make sure he's good to fight, so Ethan and Dimitri are going first."

Great, now you were stuck here for something you hadn't wanted to see. Alex wraps an arm around you, seeing your displeased expression. "Hey, chin up angel, it won't be any time at all, and then we can go get a bite to eat or something." You nod at his words.

It doesn't take them very long to adjust, and within minutes, Ethan and Dimitri were in the ring. He looks up at the VIP booth, and you think he's going to look at Lizzy, but he looks straight on at you. Ethan raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk appearing on his face.

You don't notice Alex's arm tightening around you.

What you do notice is the smirk leaving Ethan's face, as he turns to face his opponent.

The match starts. Most of the girls are on their phones, Lizzy included, but your eyes remained on Ethan, who seemed to be going harder than he ever had. Every muscle in his body was tensed as he went after Dimitri with an intensity you had never seen from Ethan.

Alex looks over at you.

"You alright?"

"Something's wrong with him," you whisper.

"How? He's winning."

And he does, rapidly. Dimitri stood no chance next to a new, angry Ethan.

As everyone is cheering, Ethan wipes himself off with a rag. Terra scoffs at the whole thing. "I wish Dimitri kicked his ass."

The announcer approaches the way you've seen it play out a million times. Ethan, however, pivots your expectations once again.

You expected the usual once again, the thanking of Luis, of Jerry, hell maybe even a flirty quip to Lizzy. There was no way to guess what would come out of his mouth this time around.

Ethan sets the rag down, and turns to face the VIP booth. "That one was for you, baby," he points up at you, staring you down, smirking with a wink.

You don't even get a chance to react or process, because you feel a hand grab your face. Alex looks at you. "I like you too. And I think this guy's an ass."

And with that, Alex leans in and kisses you.

Silver Aid the sparkling (long version)

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Slight Famialal, Cybertronian (techno organic) reader

TFA

“WHERE IS SHE!?”

“I THOUGHT SHE WAS IN THE ROOM!”

“SHE’S JUST A SPARKLING, SHE COULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN TOO FAR!”

“HOW DID SHE EVEN GET OUT OF THERE!?”

A few hours before the incident…

“Megatron are you sure this is… wise? We don’t know its full extent; it could be dangerous.”

“That’s why we are testing it.”

“I know the reason Megatron…”

Megatron looked over at Silver Aid.

She had made her way to his side with one servo clutching her med kit. Her optics scrunched a bit in concern and curiosity. Probably wondering who she was going to fix up once this ‘experiment’ was done.

The Decepticons had recently uncovered a ‘relic’ of sorts. It emitted a high energy level, possibly enough to power the spacebridge for longer periods of time. If this worked, more supplies and troops could be sent through the bridge.

“Everything will be fine.”

“You don’t know that Megatron, its dangerous to gamble with relics.”

“It’s a gamble we must take.”

Silver just sighs and closes her optics.

Megatron let a small smile on his face and gently pulled her to his side. He smiled more seeing her fight a growing smile on her face.

“You’ll see my dear. Everything will turn out right.”

Silver Aid huffed a bit giving him that small smile.

“LORD MEGATRON!”

Megatron and Silver Aid jumped apart at the sound of Lugnut’s voice.

Megatron sighed, while Silver Aid giggled a bit at his dismay.

Lugnut walked in front of the pair and bowed a bit to Megatron.

“Lord Megatron! The device is ready for testing!”

Megatron nods.

The three walked behind the safety tape. Megatron moved slightly in front of Silver Aid, who swatted his servos in response.

“Its fine Megatron, or are you going to admit I was right about this being slightly dangerous?”

Oh, Primus she was smirking at him!

Taunting him!

He was not going to lose this round.

The warlord turned to Starscream and Blitzwing who were at the side of the device.

“Proceed with the activation.”

Starscream grumbled under his breath before starting up the machine. He and Blitzwing soon flew to the group on the safe side of the safety tape. The team waited in anticipation for the device to start working.

The device started glowing and whirling with life. Bits of sparks flew, but otherwise remained steady. According to the levels in data pad, the energy it was putting out was increasing rapidly. Soon enough the levels were starting to go above the estimated levels.

Silver Aid tugged at Starscream’s servo and pointed at the increasing levels with a worried look. If anyone here was going to agree with the danger of the surge in power levels, it was going to be Starscream.

Starscream’s optics widen and went to tell Megatron.

BOOM!

The entire group was thrown back from the explosion.

Megatron and Starscream were thrown on their backs; Blitzwing landed on his chassis with Lugnut landing on his wings; Silver Aid had been thrown on her side a few feet farther than the rest.

Silver Aid rubbed the side of her helm groaning.

“Sound off, anyone offline?”

Muffled yelling was heard from underneath Lugnut causing Starscream to wince a bit.

“I think Blitzwing will if Lugnut doesn’t get off of him.”

Lugnut quickly rolled off the Triple changer, his cursing much more audible now.

Megatron slowly sat up popping one of his back struts turning to her.

“Are you alright?”

Silver gave him a smile before it was replaced by a frightened one.

No one had noticed the stray energy beam that had been produced from the explosion. Neither did they realize the beam heading straight towards Silver Aid before it was too late.

Megatron got up and reached out to her.

“SILVER!”

“MEGA--!”

BOOM!

The Decepticons were once again thrown back from the smaller explosion. Once the ringing stopped in his audials, Megatron stood up looking back where Silver Aid had once been. In her place was a bunch of rubble and some pieces of equipment.

“Silver Aid!”

Megatron sprinted to the rubble and immediately started digging through.

Blitzwing, Lugnut and Starscream soon came to his side and started digging.

Starscream muttered under his breath as he continued to dig.

“I swear if you offline and leave me here with them…”

He swore in his mind he was going to personally offline her if she was terminated by a measly blast! The Second in Command’s servos started to shake the more time passed and not a single sign of life was found.

Blitzwing, for once, had settled on one face to concentrate on the digging.

Hot Head was screaming and wanted to blast the rocks so he could find her. An idea that Icy heavily argued against doing.

Random was strangely quiet.

Icy was the most composed and just kept on digging.

Lugnut was getting even more anxious the time went on. He knew as well as the others that Silver Aid was not as durable as they were, curse her softer organic side! He should have done something! Strika would have!

Megatron looked emotionless as he dug.

Inside, however, kept on playing the fearful look on her face before the blast hit her chassis.

Why did these things happen to her!?

What else did the universe want to punish her for?

What did she ever do to offend it!?

He needed to get her out as quickly as he could… she didn’t like cramped spaces.

His digits brushed something warm, the warlord didn’t hesitate to pull it upward.

Megatron was not expecting to be holding… a sparkling?

The sparkling with a familiar color scheme…

The other Decepticons had the same dumbfounded look on their faces.

“What… the… f—”

THWACK!

“Hey!”

“You never swear in front of a sparkling! That’s a new low even for you Starscream.”

Starscream rubbed his helm glaring at Blitzwing.

“Just you wait until I—”

“Enough.”

Megatron stood up with the sparkling in his servo. The little one just blinked while looking around curiously.

“We need to figure out how… this happened. And as soon as possible.”

Lugnut steps up and gently pokes the sparkling on her tummy, a little giggle escaped from her.

“And who should be in charge of watching her?”

Megatron paused thinking about Lugut’s question before he looked down again at the sparkling.

She blinked again.

“Eeta?”

No one knew what that was. Must have been sparkling gibberish.

“Nel?”

Yes, just sparkling gibberish. Megatron shook his helm.

“Everyone will take turns in watching her. In the meantime,”

Megatron walked over to his habsuite and emerged with a crib.

All the Decepticons gave him mixed looks.

“Is that—”

Megatron cut off Blitzwing.

“Silver Aid wanted to try building contraptions out of the left-over scrap that wasn’t safe to have in the base.”

“Sure…”

Megatron carefully puts her down.

She whined a bit before finding a coloring data pad in the crib.

“Decepticons, move out and find that cure!”

Blitzwing and Lugnut waved a bit at the sparkling before leaving.

Starscream shrugged but did eventually leave with a little smile on his face.

Now it was just Megatron and Silver Aid.

“Oppy?”

Megatron looked down at her.

“What?”

“Oppy?”

“I don’t understand…”

The sparkling made an annoyed sound and sat down with her coloring data pad.

Megatron sighed and sat down.

This was going to be a long day…

It had been a couple hours and the babysitting system the cons had was going exceptionally well… until they completely forgot to tell the other it was their turn to watch Silver Aid.

Silver Aid just looked around bored.

The nice bots that were around earlier were nowhere to be found, o one wanted to play and still no sign of Oppy!

…Maybe Oppy, Nel, and Eeta were in trouble!

They were always in trouble when she wasn’t with them. That was the only explanation to why they weren’t with her!

She had to find them!

Good for her, Silver had quickly learned this new webbing thingy was stretchy and strong, maybe if she hit it o those rocks over there…

With one go, the little sparkling was flying across the room and landed a bit roughly on the damp floor.

Wobbly, she stood up and began to walk around until she found an exit.

At the opening, Silver Aid saw a bunch of lights in the sky

Colors red and blue.

Just like Oppy’s colors!

That’s where Oppy must be!

Carefully Silver Aid started making her way down the entrance and followed the pretty colors in the sky.

It was a couple minutes later before all four mech suddenly appeared in the same room.

“Lord Megatron? I thought you were watching Silver Aid?”

“No, was it not your turn Lugnut?”

“No, I thought it was Blitzwing.”

“No, it was Starscreams turn.”

“No, it was Megatron’s turn.”

There was a silence before they all ran to the crib to find it empty.

 “WHERE IS SHE!?”

“I THOUGHT SHE WAS IN THE ROOM!”

“SHE’S JUST A SPARKLING, SHE COULDN’T HAVE GOTTEN TOO FAR!”

“HOW DID SHE EVEN GET OUT OF THERE!?”

Me thinking I look nice and approachable when I’m outside.

How i actually look

Watercolor Cillian Study

Watercolor, leading pencil, colored pencils, markers, surreal feeling that I got this right