Healing Hearts

Chapter 19

"Ratchet, do you read me?" The blue and pink femme impatiently called along her com channel. She was tired, annoyed, and hurt. The slagging government agents wouldn't give her a klik of piece until she had 'properly debriefed'. Now, she just wanted to get to headquarters as fast as possible.
"Yes, Arcee?"
"I'm low on energon and unable to use my left servo. Can you send a bridge to my location please?" Though, Arcee mused, Ratchet had less patience than she did. Any irritation pointed at him would make her medical treatment more irritating in turn.
An amused chuckle traveled down her channel, and Arcee's optics narrowed in confusion. Did the stern and cranky medical officer just laugh?
"I believe that won't be necessary. Your medical treatment should be arriving momentarily."
Arcee's voice box gave off a rattling growl as she glared at the empty space in front of her. What did that mean?
She was about to demand just that when an odd popping noise and a system notification distracted her. Her scanners were detecting a heat source in the empty space before her. With a blink of her optics, Arcee could suddenly see that the space in front of her was no longer empty.
"You must be Arcee," the human male standing in front of her announced happily, as if he was merely meeting someone a friend of his had talked about, instead of mystically appearing before a fourteen-feet-tall alien robot from another planet.
"Ratchet, what the frag is this?"
"A new medical officer of ours." Ratchet replied, disturbingly cheerful. "Let him touch your servo, and you shall see what I mean."

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Megatronus vented heavily as he sat upon his throne. His second-in-command had just left after updating him on the state of their plan to revive The Fallen. It was progressing a lot quicker than he had initially thought it would. Starscream had never been so adept at his position when he was the possessed Megatron. Although it would be a pain to deal with, the ex-gladiator almost preferred having a blubbering seeker than to have to deal with this intelligent monster.
Abruptly, Megatronus' processor alerted him to a small heat signature appearing on his shoulderplate. Quickly covering his shoulderplate with a servo, Megatronus' energon lines raced as he scanned his throne room for any loitering vehicons. His optics and scanners coming up empty, the mech slowly moved his servo away and turned to look at his daring little human.
"Harry, what have I told you about appearing in plain sight without warning?" He admonished.
The wizard in question dropped his invisibility and then his smile as he frowned to himself. "Oh, that's right," he sighed. "I'm sorry, Megatronus. I keep forgetting you're all equipped with thermal imaging systems." Harry scratched his head in irritation before he said, "I still haven't found a way around that."
Megatronus vented as he gently rubbed a digit on top of Harry's helm. The internet had told him it was a common way to give comfort to humans. "It is okay, this time. However, I would feel safer if you teleported back into my spark chamber where the scans cannot penetrate. My soldiers-"
"Yes, I know," Harry sighed, sitting down on the mech's shoulderplate. He didn't really like teleporting into small spaces. He had done it several times before, but there was always the possible danger of not concentrating hard enough and then apparating half-inside a wall. Changing the subject before Megatronus could give him another lecture on safety, the wizard asked, "What's on your mind, Megs?"
The mech's digit stopped its administrations as Megatronus' red optics locked on Harry's green ones. "'Megs'?" The ex-gladiator questioned, confused. It was not a word the internet deemed real in the English language.
"Err, yeah," the wizard scratched his main faceplate with a sheepish smile. "It's a nickname, a shortened version of your designation. I do it with all my friends." Harry, too, froze for a moment before he continued, "...Unless you don't want me to use it?"
Megatronus' mouthplates curved upwards in a rare smile as he thought on his new 'nickname'. Harry thought of him as a... friend. It was definitely a step forwards, Megatronus thought contentedly. His digit returned to its soothing motions before he replied, "It is acceptable."
Harry chuckled as he closed his eyes, deciding to ask his question again later. The silver mech was no longer dwelling on bad thoughts, so some time relaxing would not hurt.
The two males sat there in the throne room in silence for quite some time, just enjoying each other's presence. Harry would occasionally send a few tendrils of healing magic into Megatronus to help him with his energon stores, and the great mech would send out timed scanners to make sure his human remained unseen. They felt no need to fill the air between them with distracting words when their emotions were in sync.