Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

Unexpected Father? Part 2 (Megatron X Human! Reader)

A/N: A PART TWO? HELLL YEAHHHHHH

Spoilers, this chapter contains more Soundwave than Megs XDXD The Cons are as always, chaotic as ever and Soundwave is their last saving grace.

XDXD Enjoy~

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After two years of living with the Cons, your life took a turn for the better. The mentally unstable crew are the joy and entertainment of your life, and you wouldn't trade it for anything as they would do the same for you too.

Perhaps, that bond shall be tested today then.

"ACHOO!" I sneezed loudly, startling my dad out of his reading.

"What was that?" he raised an optic ridge, setting the large datapad down.

"Sire, I think I'm sick..." I mumbled, squinting my eyes as I tried to block out the blinding lights over my head.

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"Are you going to die?"

"I mean, I feel like I'm dying."

"...What am I supposed to do now? I don't do human stuff!" Megatron groaned, face-servoing. "Brat, how in the Pits are you ill?"

Putting a finger on my chin, I tried my best to recall some memories that might have led to my sickness, but it came up empty.

"I don't know, should we ask Knockout instead?" I replied.

"That would be...great." Megatron coughed, picking you up by your scruff as he made a dash to the medical lab.

'Why didn't I think of that?!' Megatron wanted to kick himself for his stupidity.

Slamming open the door with much ferocity, Megatron scanned the room for a certain red sports car, only to find him bickering with Airachnid.

"No, I don't have THAT here!" Knockout sighed in frustration. "This is the fifth time I'm telling you! Why can't you get that through your processors!?"

"How can you NOT have that!? You're a DOCTOR!!"

"I DON'T JUST CARRY A FREEZE-DRIED ORGAN AROUND AIRACHNID!? WHY WOULD YOU NEED AN EXTRA OPTIC ANYWAYS!? YOU'VE GOT TWO WORKING PERFECTLY FINE!!"

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!" Airachnid hissed. "Can't you just- ARGH! FINE, I'll BORROW one from someone else!"

"Goodluck finding a donor!!" Knockout yelled as he watched the angry spider lady trot away before facing his leader. "Ah, my liege! What a surprise!"

"Why did she ask for an optic?" Megatron's optic twitched in disgust.

"Maybe she wants an extra to keep an optic on her six?" I suggested.

"Whatever it is, I am SO NOT doing the surgery for her!" Knockout shivered.

"Riggghttt...here, take care of (Y/N). She's sick." Megatron muttered, dropping you onto Knockout's servos. "Treat her well, or I'll slice your helm off." He finished and left the room.

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"S-SICK!?" Knockout screamed, shaking the base with the sheer volume of his voice. "EW EW EW!!!" He winced, jutting his hands out to keep distance with you.

"Sowwy..." I hiccupped, covering my mouth as I curled up in his palms. "I wasn't planning on getting sick either, you know."

"Don't talk, I don't want my room to be contaminated." Knockout promptly dropped me in a decontaminating container and sprayed disinfectant all over me, making sure I was 100% sanitised before relocating me into another beaker.