Femme Fatal (Part Three)
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rosieknightTitle: Femme Fatal (Part 3)
Author: RosieKnight
Rating: PG-13 for implications
Characters: Megatron, Optimus
Universe: G1 cartoon, with elements of IDW for Megatron's past and headcrest.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Author's Note: Special thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stormqueen873 for RPing this out with me.
Summary: Optimus wakes up.
Optimus stumbled from his berth, silently cursing the Matrix of Leadership.
"Yes, I'm the Prime. Yes, I know my duty to help all Cybertronians," he grumbled lowly. "But slag it all! I'm fragging tired! Can't it wait an hour?"
The pounding in his head eased slightly, as if the relic and Primus were considering his words. With a relieved sigh, Optimus spun to retreat to his comfortable berth, murmuring, "Nice of you to agree."
Without warning, the Matrix flared. The constant, nagging awareness of a Cybertronian in need throbbed through his CPU in time with the pulsing of his spark.
Optimus staggered into the main room of his quarters, nearly tripping over something on the floor. He frowned as his optics focused on the object.
It was...
A helmet?
Aching CPU completely forgotten, Prime gently lifted and studied the silver part.
It was indeed a helmet, and a very familiar one at that.
"Megatron?" Optimus called, glancing around the room. "Why is your helmet over here?"
"I threw it over there, like the rest of the worthless parts," came the bitter answer, black fingers tugging ruthlessly on her fusion cannon. "It's not like I'll need it anymore. Not since every mech on the planet is going to want to get me on my back, to borrow the human phrase."
Optics flicking between the cannon and its owner sitting against a wall, Optimus strode towards the Decepticon warlord, voice deep and serious, "Megatron, I don't want want you as nothing more than a berth-warmer. It's an insult both to the femme form you wear and to the person you really are inside." He knelt by the faux femme, examining Megatron's self-inflicted wound. "You're a fighter. So, why are you giving up now?" Prime paused. "Beside, this cannon is your first line of defense against overly amorous mechs. Do you really want to give that up?"
"You're an Autobot, you wouldn't understand!" hissed Megatron through gritted dental plates, crest tight against her head. She snarled, ignoring Optimus' last question, "I keep my position as leader through strength and cunning! Now look at me, Prime! I'm small, delicate, and fraggin' helpless! Every fraggin' one of our soldiers out masses me! Including the minibots!"
Optimus growled, "They won't touch you!" His optics flashed, dark and protective, as he looked up from replacing the cannon mount. "No one will, not without your permission."
"Prime," Megatron laughed humorlessly, "even if your soldiers respect that, mine won't! And they will find out about this..." A shiver rippled through the silver form as the once mech whispered, "About me."
Placing both hands on silver shoulders and trying to ignore how small they are, Prime spoke with quiet honesty, "I'll keep you safe until you get your old form back, Megatron. I swear it."
Megatron sighed tiredly, glancing away. "Whatever." She sighed. "Can I borrow your wash racks, Prime?" Gesturing towards her new form, she added, "I'd like to wash off some of this grime. It's really slagging uncomfortable."
"Once we get you put back together, you may use it as long as you like," nodded Optimus, allowing the change of topic. He paused, then continued quietly, "Megatron... Promise me you won't ever do this again?"
Shuttering his optics against the burning blue gaze, Megatron nodded. "You'd trust my word?" With a derisive snort, he added, "I could just wait until you're not around..."
"I always have trusted your promises," murmured Prime, carefully reconnecting wiring to the cannon. "When I know you're being truthful, that is."
Megatron snorted. In a quiet and tired voice, she commented, "Even I don't know when I'm being truthful... But, if it makes you feel better, I won't do this again."
"Thank you," rumbled Optimus Prime. He flashed the sliver femme a small smile. "You're all fixed. The washrack is through there."
With a grateful nod, Megatron rose and trekked towards the promise of hot water.
Author: RosieKnight
Rating: PG-13 for implications
Characters: Megatron, Optimus
Universe: G1 cartoon, with elements of IDW for Megatron's past and headcrest.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Author's Note: Special thanks to
stormqueen873 for RPing this out with me.Summary: Optimus wakes up.
Optimus stumbled from his berth, silently cursing the Matrix of Leadership.
"Yes, I'm the Prime. Yes, I know my duty to help all Cybertronians," he grumbled lowly. "But slag it all! I'm fragging tired! Can't it wait an hour?"
The pounding in his head eased slightly, as if the relic and Primus were considering his words. With a relieved sigh, Optimus spun to retreat to his comfortable berth, murmuring, "Nice of you to agree."
Without warning, the Matrix flared. The constant, nagging awareness of a Cybertronian in need throbbed through his CPU in time with the pulsing of his spark.
Optimus staggered into the main room of his quarters, nearly tripping over something on the floor. He frowned as his optics focused on the object.
It was...
A helmet?
Aching CPU completely forgotten, Prime gently lifted and studied the silver part.
It was indeed a helmet, and a very familiar one at that.
"Megatron?" Optimus called, glancing around the room. "Why is your helmet over here?"
"I threw it over there, like the rest of the worthless parts," came the bitter answer, black fingers tugging ruthlessly on her fusion cannon. "It's not like I'll need it anymore. Not since every mech on the planet is going to want to get me on my back, to borrow the human phrase."
Optics flicking between the cannon and its owner sitting against a wall, Optimus strode towards the Decepticon warlord, voice deep and serious, "Megatron, I don't want want you as nothing more than a berth-warmer. It's an insult both to the femme form you wear and to the person you really are inside." He knelt by the faux femme, examining Megatron's self-inflicted wound. "You're a fighter. So, why are you giving up now?" Prime paused. "Beside, this cannon is your first line of defense against overly amorous mechs. Do you really want to give that up?"
"You're an Autobot, you wouldn't understand!" hissed Megatron through gritted dental plates, crest tight against her head. She snarled, ignoring Optimus' last question, "I keep my position as leader through strength and cunning! Now look at me, Prime! I'm small, delicate, and fraggin' helpless! Every fraggin' one of our soldiers out masses me! Including the minibots!"
Optimus growled, "They won't touch you!" His optics flashed, dark and protective, as he looked up from replacing the cannon mount. "No one will, not without your permission."
"Prime," Megatron laughed humorlessly, "even if your soldiers respect that, mine won't! And they will find out about this..." A shiver rippled through the silver form as the once mech whispered, "About me."
Placing both hands on silver shoulders and trying to ignore how small they are, Prime spoke with quiet honesty, "I'll keep you safe until you get your old form back, Megatron. I swear it."
Megatron sighed tiredly, glancing away. "Whatever." She sighed. "Can I borrow your wash racks, Prime?" Gesturing towards her new form, she added, "I'd like to wash off some of this grime. It's really slagging uncomfortable."
"Once we get you put back together, you may use it as long as you like," nodded Optimus, allowing the change of topic. He paused, then continued quietly, "Megatron... Promise me you won't ever do this again?"
Shuttering his optics against the burning blue gaze, Megatron nodded. "You'd trust my word?" With a derisive snort, he added, "I could just wait until you're not around..."
"I always have trusted your promises," murmured Prime, carefully reconnecting wiring to the cannon. "When I know you're being truthful, that is."
Megatron snorted. In a quiet and tired voice, she commented, "Even I don't know when I'm being truthful... But, if it makes you feel better, I won't do this again."
"Thank you," rumbled Optimus Prime. He flashed the sliver femme a small smile. "You're all fixed. The washrack is through there."
With a grateful nod, Megatron rose and trekked towards the promise of hot water.
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Date: 2009-07-03 03:37 am (UTC)(Love the bit, can't wait for more, as well you know. :) )
And just 'cuz...
(Megs: ...what, where are my cuddles? *wants OP cuddles, w/ soothing, rumbly OP voice telling "her" it'll be all right - pouts*)
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Date: 2009-07-03 11:13 am (UTC)Yep, get her a hot shower and a good breakfast...then the plunge into the Ark's corridors.
*snicker*
You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. At least, that's what Ratchet says. ;)
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Date: 2009-07-03 11:20 am (UTC)And shouldn't that be a more "wrench-ed hive?" ;)
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Date: 2009-07-03 11:46 am (UTC)Starscream: *scowling* That's because your slagging reputation proceeded you, glitch.
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Date: 2009-07-03 03:21 pm (UTC)Prettypretty.
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Date: 2009-07-03 09:51 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2009-07-04 03:55 pm (UTC)Bluestreak: But you don't have to worry about me being pushy about a date or anything. Actually, you don't have to worry about any Autobot because we don't do things like that, but you really don't have to worry about me because I'd probably get a CPU lock if I even tried to ask so no worries. In fact the only Autobot you can worry about that kind of thing less than me is Bumblebee, but that's probably because he's not interested in femmes OR mechs and seems to be really having fun with Spike and Carly though I'm not sure quite how that works. I think Sideswipe knows something because he keeps giving them this look, you know the "I know something and it's really wild" look, when they're not looking at him but he's not saying anything...
Megatron: *shock as that small fact filters through the barrage of words* You're saying they're WHAT?!