s4 tfa AU where megatron accidentally reverts optimus into a protoform, and no matter how much of an evil warlord he is he cant bring himself to kill a defenseless sparkling
omg I’m just imagining Optimus being COMPLETELY unconscious of the danger he’s in, not giving one single rat’s ass about it, and being curious and adventurous and so not only does Megatron wind up with a defenseless sparkling he cannot kill, but scooping the sparkling out of all sorts of rediculous danger no one should be capable of getting into OH MY PRIMUS AUTOBOT DO NOT TRY TO CRAWL INTO SOMEONE’S THRUSTER WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT HOW DID YOU SURVIVE TO ADULTHOOD THE FIRST TIME.
“Silence, Blitzwing.” Which of course did nothing, but he did not expect it to in the triplechanger’s current state. The question was, which was more aggravating? The Decepticon babbling nonsense when he was supposed to be at his post… or the round Autobot protoform chirping at him from his cupped hands and doing its best to roll right out of them and onto the hard, unforgiving floor?
Right now they were both distractions Megatron couldn’t afford. His escape from the Stockades had been a near enough thing and his sensors still stung from the impact of the Magnus Hammer. It had only been luck that flung Optimus Prime in its path (well, luck and also Lugnut’s careless enthusiasm) and perhaps something more than luck that the little Prime had been wearing the Allspark Key around one wrist when he brought it up defensively to block the blow –
Well. Luck, or fate, or whatever superstition one wanted to believe in, Optimus Prime had disappeared between the Hammer weilded by his unlucky Autobot compatriot, and the tiny Allspark Key. The only bits of him left had been the axe he weilded, the Key itself – and a round metal sphere that quivered where it lay.
Naturally, Megatron had made a grab for the Key – blasted Autobot interference prevented THAT from coming into his possession – and failing that, the freed Decepticons beat a hasty retreat from Cybertron aboard a stolen ship.
It did not take long to discover the protoform magnetized to his wrist joint after that.
But now what to do with it? Megatron frowned down at the little thing as it rolled in circles in his palms. The identity was obvious from the circumstances, made even more obvious by the twin audial antenna and the bright blue optics that stared up at him.
“As always,” Megatron told it, “you have no instinct for survival, little Autobot.”
It had the audacity to beep cheerfully at him, and Megatron tried not to feel a little endeared toward it for that.
Starscream poked the merrily beeping ball on his palm and it… chuckled? The Seeker lifted a brow. Megatron lifted his cannon. The protoform-ball happily rolled around on the comparatively huge palm, playing hide and seek with a vicious talon that could impale it any time. Starscream was at loss with words, not something he was familiar with. Megatron growled and tried to wrestle down the protective urges he shouldn’t have in the first place. Tearing Starscream to tiny pieces was all well and good but he had the chirping Autobot in his palm!
Starscream shook off the shock and poked the beeping ball again, a little harder this time. The tiny thing bobbed and burbled nonsense, batted at the talon tickling it a bit too hard and…
… the Seeker’s signature screech made the air tremble
and audials to shut down in self defense. Thing happened so fast Megatron later had to rewatch the bridge recordings twice for things
to make sense.
The bitlet bit Starscream’s talon, that was a definite point. Then things got a mite more confusing. Starscream had flung the ball away from him and Megatron carefully didn’t look at any of his command staff when they watched the record of himself desperately lounge after the protoform ball sailing through the air.
He missed it though and Lugnut had reflexively batted away what he perceived as a threat to him. Megatron then rammed into Lugnut while Blitzwing grabbed after the still merrily beeping Autobot in mid-air. He might have succeeded – as a flier himself, he was the best-coordinated in the room – if not for his servo and Megatron’s, then they themselves colliding in the air while the blasted Autobot sailed on, beeping merrily for the grand adventure.
It hit the opposite wall with an ooof that did strange twists to Megatron’s spark, leaving the felled Decepticon command in its wake and slid down on it. Megatron could only watch it from under the dazed Blitzwing as the blasted Autobot rolled around a few times dazed, its blasted chirping barely subdued… and careened out of the door, into the corridor.
Starscream’s screech barely ended when Megatron tumbled out of the door in protective pursuit.
s4 tfa AU where megatron accidentally reverts optimus into a protoform, and no matter how much of an evil warlord he is he cant bring himself to kill a defenseless sparkling
omg I’m just imagining Optimus being COMPLETELY unconscious of the danger he’s in, not giving one single rat’s ass about it, and being curious and adventurous and so not only does Megatron wind up with a defenseless sparkling he cannot kill, but scooping the sparkling out of all sorts of rediculous danger no one should be capable of getting into OH MY PRIMUS AUTOBOT DO NOT TRY TO CRAWL INTO SOMEONE’S THRUSTER WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT HOW DID YOU SURVIVE TO ADULTHOOD THE FIRST TIME.
“Silence, Blitzwing.” Which of course did nothing, but he did not expect it to in the triplechanger’s current state. The question was, which was more aggravating? The Decepticon babbling nonsense when he was supposed to be at his post… or the round Autobot protoform chirping at him from his cupped hands and doing its best to roll right out of them and onto the hard, unforgiving floor?
Right now they were both distractions Megatron couldn’t afford. His escape from the Stockades had been a near enough thing and his sensors still stung from the impact of the Magnus Hammer. It had only been luck that flung Optimus Prime in its path (well, luck and also Lugnut’s careless enthusiasm) and perhaps something more than luck that the little Prime had been wearing the Allspark Key around one wrist when he brought it up defensively to block the blow –
Well. Luck, or fate, or whatever superstition one wanted to believe in, Optimus Prime had disappeared between the Hammer weilded by his unlucky Autobot compatriot, and the tiny Allspark Key. The only bits of him left had been the axe he weilded, the Key itself – and a round metal sphere that quivered where it lay.
Naturally, Megatron had made a grab for the Key – blasted Autobot interference prevented THAT from coming into his possession – and failing that, the freed Decepticons beat a hasty retreat from Cybertron aboard a stolen ship.
It did not take long to discover the protoform magnetized to his wrist joint after that.
But now what to do with it? Megatron frowned down at the little thing as it rolled in circles in his palms. The identity was obvious from the circumstances, made even more obvious by the twin audial antenna and the bright blue optics that stared up at him.
“As always,” Megatron told it, “you have no instinct for survival, little Autobot.”
It had the audacity to beep cheerfully at him, and Megatron tried not to feel a little endeared toward it for that.
“We also found this.” Megatron opened his servos to show Strika the protoform, which immediately tried to roll off his servos. He caught it with the ease of practice. There had been a lot of practice on the trip over. He was mildly surprised the Autobot was still alive.
Strika offered a finger–bigger than the protoform–for it to inspect. “An Autobot protoform,” she said.
“Yes. The very Autobot that defeated me on Earth. There was some sort of interaction with the Allspark.”
“Mmm,” said Strika, as the protoform somehow managed to magnetize itself to her instead of Megatron, and began determinedly inching its way up her arm. Beeping happily the whole time. “And what do you plan to do?”
Megatron sighed. He honestly didn’t have a good plan. Something in him rebelled at the idea of using the little thing as a hostage. Of disposing of it in any way.
Strika was giving him one of her Knowing Looks.
“Raise it, perhaps?” she said, and Megatron, though he wanted to scoff at the absurdity of raising an Autobot, knew that was absolutely what was going to happen.
s4 tfa AU where megatron accidentally reverts optimus into a protoform, and no matter how much of an evil warlord he is he cant bring himself to kill a defenseless sparkling
omg I’m just imagining Optimus being COMPLETELY unconscious of the danger he’s in, not giving one single rat’s ass about it, and being curious and adventurous and so not only does Megatron wind up with a defenseless sparkling he cannot kill, but scooping the sparkling out of all sorts of rediculous danger no one should be capable of getting into OH MY PRIMUS AUTOBOT DO NOT TRY TO CRAWL INTO SOMEONE’S THRUSTER WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT HOW DID YOU SURVIVE TO ADULTHOOD THE FIRST TIME.
“Silence, Blitzwing.” Which of course did nothing, but he did not expect it to in the triplechanger’s current state. The question was, which was more aggravating? The Decepticon babbling nonsense when he was supposed to be at his post… or the round Autobot protoform chirping at him from his cupped hands and doing its best to roll right out of them and onto the hard, unforgiving floor?
Right now they were both distractions Megatron couldn’t afford. His escape from the Stockades had been a near enough thing and his sensors still stung from the impact of the Magnus Hammer. It had only been luck that flung Optimus Prime in its path (well, luck and also Lugnut’s careless enthusiasm) and perhaps something more than luck that the little Prime had been wearing the Allspark Key around one wrist when he brought it up defensively to block the blow –
Well. Luck, or fate, or whatever superstition one wanted to believe in, Optimus Prime had disappeared between the Hammer weilded by his unlucky Autobot compatriot, and the tiny Allspark Key. The only bits of him left had been the axe he weilded, the Key itself – and a round metal sphere that quivered where it lay.
Naturally, Megatron had made a grab for the Key – blasted Autobot interference prevented THAT from coming into his possession – and failing that, the freed Decepticons beat a hasty retreat from Cybertron aboard a stolen ship.
It did not take long to discover the protoform magnetized to his wrist joint after that.
But now what to do with it? Megatron frowned down at the little thing as it rolled in circles in his palms. The identity was obvious from the circumstances, made even more obvious by the twin audial antenna and the bright blue optics that stared up at him.
“As always,” Megatron told it, “you have no instinct for survival, little Autobot.”
It had the audacity to beep cheerfully at him, and Megatron tried not to feel a little endeared toward it for that.
Imagine sparklings having more biolights so that their parents are able to find them in the dark much easier. And then growing out of most of them as they get older.
Imagine sparklings using their biolights to comunicate to others how they feel and what they need.
Imagine their biolights dimming when they recharge.
please accept a blushy tfa Jazz bean in the meantime.
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