Megatron's twin

112: Then There Was Another

I woke up, my plating still covered in soot and ash. "That was fun."

You said that yesterday. Egg grumbled.

"We're visiting you know who again today." I started.

You said that yesterday too. Egg grumbled as I opened up her flap and grabbed her, Hey!

"Come on, hurry up." I said impatiently as I shoved a cube up to her beak. The chicks all bounded out. They hastily drank and lined up to climb into my chassis.

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After a quick ground bridge, I was on Earth. Why do they have to hang out in a desert? It's so boring. I strolled around for a bit, had a small photoshoot with a very alarmed human and found the base.

I walked in and spotted most of them, the three with charges were nowhere to be seen. "Hi." I greeted.

"The immigrant has returned." Wheeljack joked as I strolled in and let the chicks out. They bolted over to Alpha Trion and prepared to wake him from his slumber.

"You're still alive?" Ratchet asked, pretending to be glad.

"Clearly." I said, "Where's the other guy?"

"Outside." He said and I backtracked my steps.

"They totally have a thing for each other." I heard Smoke whisper to Wheeljack.

I strolled around and noticed Optimus tinkering on Ultra Magnus' ship, welding some loose plating back onto the ship.

"You're doing it wrong." I nagged as I snuck up behind him.

He jumped, "Excuse me?"

"You need a patch for that." I explained.

"And since when were you a rocket scientist?" He rolled his optics and got back to work.

"I had the education to be one, you're still doing it wrong." I nagged.

"It's working just fine."

"It's just a temporary fix." I argued, suddenly I felt something, "Oh!"

"What?"

"It kicked."

"What kicked?" Optimus asked in confusion.

"The Sparkling, what else dipstick?"

"Sparkling?" Ultra Magnus poked his helm out from the ship, upside down.

"Yea?" I asked, "Where did you come from?"

"Inside the ship." He said as Optimus continued welding, awkwardly, "You're sparked?"

"Yup."

"Argh." He rolled the idea inside his processor like it was dirt.

"Excuse me?" Optimus asked, rather defensively.

"Well, to be sparked, he would of had to frag someone- One moment." He said and tucked back into the ship, "You need a patch." He said and handed Optimus a metal sheet.

He took it gingerly.

"-And that image does not sit well with me." He continued.

"We were drunk." I defended.

"'We?'" He asked.

I pointed to Optimus, who had his mind set on the task, hoping this conversation would subside with ignorance.

Ultra Magnus looked between him and I. "How old is the thing?"

"Almost eight weeks." Optimus mumbled.

"Cool." He said awkwardly and retracted back into the ship. He came back out, "You fragged?"

Optimus tried his best not to slam the blowtorch down onto a crate, "Yes." It sounded like he had to grit his derma not to shout in panic.

"Drunk?"

"Yes."

"Well, I can't imagine you fragging anyone sober." He joked. Well, now I know what we're gonna do in the future.

"You realize he is the brother of Megatron-"

"Yes, I do." Optimus was getting flustered.

"I would have taken you for a serious type of relationship bot-"

"I am."

"So you're courting?" Ultra Magnus was really pushing his buttons, I never really took him for the type of bot to enjoy gossip.

"Why don't you ask him that type of stuff?" Optimus asked and gestured to me.

Magnus blinked, looked at me and opened his intake to speak but turned back to Optimus, "Are you courting-"

"Yes." He groaned.

"So not only did you frag him, but you are also courting him and got him sparked?" He asked.

"Yes!"

"You do realize that this would have a severe moral effect-"

"YES! Which is why you won't be telling the others!" Optimus said, he was really at the end of his nerves.

"Yes sir." He said and ducked back inside the ship, "One more question-" He started as he stuck his helm out.

"No-" Optimus started.

"Not you, him." He nodded at me.

"Yup?"

"How'd you get him drunk?"

"With high grade."

"Yes, but did you force it down his intake?" He began the accusations.

"He had my full consent." Optimus defended.

"To force feed you?" Why did that sound kinky?

"No, I willing took the high grade." He explained.

"But you took advantage of him while he was drunk?" He asked me.

"I was drunk too, so technically, we took advantage of each other." I shrugged.

Magnus looked pissed that he couldn't charge me with sexual assault and tucked back into the ship, cursing.

"So the sparkling kicked?" Optimus asked.

"Yup, feel." I said and guided his servo over my chassis, I swear I heard Magnus gag. The sparkling gave a kick. "Feel that?"

"Yes." He nodded, optics widening, "Does this mean they're alive."

"How does a dead thing kick?" Magnus retorted, "Of course it's alive."

"Will it stay alive?" Optimus rephrased his question.

"To early to say I think, I'm still getting plenty spark-failures." I shrugged.

We feel silent for a bit, "Did Breakdown-"

"Tell Megatron?" I asked, he nodded.

"And they're finishing each other sentences." Magnus muttered to himself in disgust.

"And watching you attempt to flirt with Arcee isn't a cup of tea either." Optimus slapped the hull of the ship.

"I wasn't flirting! I maintain professional relationships." Magnus argued and shut up as he accidently spilled oil onto himself, a strong smell assisting, "I'm going for a drive," he muttered and got down.

Optimus nodded and looked back at me, "Nah don't think he told anyone, but Predaking walked in after, smelt your scent." I said, "Don't think he minded to much." I shrugged before I got a text from Megatron. "Guess what."

"What?"

"Guess."

Optimus thought on it a bit before gritting his derma, "Megatron wants you back."

"Bingo."