Megatron's twin

165: Lovey-dovey

"Ah, I see." Shockwave said.

"What?" I asked again.

"It's when traces of the matrix contaminate a spark in small amounts." Shockwave said.

I blinked.

Shockwave scowled. "When in close contact with Primus' core, it can mistake weak sparks for what is called a 'worthy' spark or a bonded spark (Sparks still one with Primus). Very little information exists on the topic." Shockers explained. "Did you ever travel to-"

"We had a course down there, when I was studying." I shrugged.

"Primus' core would have contained the matrix and might have mistaken your spark for a new one or 'worthy' one, therefore passing some of the matrix's energy signature to you." Shockwave continued. "It would have realized its mistake and cut contact soon after."

"That might be why I fainted." I pointed out.

"Happy little accidents." Trion said.

"So, Primus himself fucked up and now I can make a sword glow." I nodded, "Darn it, thought I was a Prime for a second. Wait a minute- you said I was a worthy spark-"

"No." Shockwave and Alpha Trion said.

"Primus' core contains sparks, when all are contained, all are one. The sparks are one with Primus, therefore the matrix. When sparks leave, the bonds are broken." Shockwave explained.

"I though you weren't into this 'religous nonsense'." Alpha Trion asked.

"It's been backed up by science." He said and handed the sword back.

"I'm nothing special." I whined.

"You are special to me-" Optimus started.

"Special needs more like." Starscream mumbled as he walked past, seeming to have caught a bit of our conversation.

"Hey!" I started but he was already gone. "Aft." I muttered as Optimus put a servo on my back strut.

"Lets just take the sword-" He started.

"Yep." I grumbled and walked off, dragging the sword's edge on the floor. The sound it made hurt my audio receptors. It hurt Oppy's to so he picked it up. "Maybe that's why you like me." I started.

"Pardon?" Optimus asked.

"You know, I got a bit of the Matrix in me, you have a whole chunk of it in you, maybe it's affecting you subconsciously-"

"And why would it like-"

"Oh, you know, Maybe the matrix is subconsciously egotistical, narcissistic, selfish like so many bots on this ship-"

"I don't see how an object of positive morality can be-" Optimus started.

"Then maybe it has a subconscious feeling of self worth, and self love, it wants to be whole." I started, "Be reunited with it's lost part and is manipulating your subconscious." I went on.

"Erm, unlikely?" Optimus suggested, "I could try removing it-"

"Because that went so well last time." I snorted.

"Hm?"

"You were drunk, Meg tried to-"

"Yes. But in that case it was unyielding due to projection of force. Other times when I tried to remove it, it did not yield because my 'job was not finished' as Alpha Trion put it. When I emptied it's contents into Unicron, it was still physically bonded with me but distant in spirit-"

"Okay, okay, I get it. You could remove it now?" I asked.

"Maybe, if it considers my 'job to be done'?" Optimus said as we entered the weapons vault.

"And what is the 'job'?" I asked.

"World peace?" Optimus suggested.

"Big job." I muttered and leaned the sword against a wall.

"It needs to be secured." Optimus started and took the sword.

"So, if you take out the matrix-"

"I will still feel lovey-dovey towards you." Optimus concluded. "I mean, I would still love you-"

"You feel 'lovey-dovey' towards me?" I snickered.

"I- yes." He grumbled. He clearly didn't like being caught using informal language.

"Would you still frag me?" I asked.

"I, right about that-"

He hesitated! I let out a gasp.

"Don't be like that-"

"Don't be like what?" I started.

Optimus grumbled and put down the sword. "I think, um, well I would prefer if we hold off the 'makeing love' bit." Optimus said.

I let out a huge gasp, "Why?"

"I feel like, this-" He point at us, "Is going a bit too quick-"

"It's been torture with how slow 'this' has been going, but okay." I grumbled.

"And I think Soundwave microchipped me with a recording device-" Optimus started.

"And you don't want him hearing the 'EHEHEHGEH' yup?" I asked. He blushed more than I expected physically possible. "Oh, sorry, did I embarrass you?" I teased.

"Stop it." He started as we walked out and almost ran over Smoke and Bee.

"What are you guys doing?" I asked.

"I- ummmm." Smokescreen started and slapped Bumblebee.

"We weren't eavesdropping! That was unintentional." Bee started.

"We just wanted to nick the sword." Smoke started, clearly deciding that eavesdropping would have larger consequences that stealing a sword.

They were wrong and Optimus gave them a lengthy lecture. I don't even know why I decided to stay and listen.

"We just wanted-" Bee started but Optimus cut him off. Argh, Optimus' lectures were so boring, so I headed off.

"Where are you going?" He asked, seeming a little panicky.

"Getting a drink." I said and he followed after me, giving the other two one last warning.

"Regular energon-" He started.

I snorted, "No."

"Perhaps you ought to be sober during Cybertron's rebirth?" Optimus suggested.

"Why?"

"It's a event of great importance and drunkenness would be considered disrespectful-" Optimus started, "And Megatron might not want you too-"

"Fine." I drawled, "But I still need some energon." I grumbled and headed to the mess hall, Dreadwing was there with Wheeljack. Dreadwing seemed purely uncomfortable, like a cyber-bear toy that is forced to comfort a upset sparkling. And Wheeljack? A upset sparkling, clinging to a cyber-bear while ranting about grenades, slightly drunk.

"You good?" I asked.

Wheeljack let out a little sigh and Dreadwing gave me a pleading stare. "You understand? Don't you?" He asked.

Dreadwing nodded, "Yes, bombs are very useful." He said as Optimus and I sat down. "Just not in the medbay-"

"The what?" Optimus started.

"It was a dud, now Ratchet's mad at me- It was a joke! Even the chickens liked it, had a laugh-" Wheeljack started and went to take another sip of high grade.

I snatched it from him and Optimus snatched it from me, before handing it to Dreadwing. Fair, it looked like he needed it.

Dread downed the whole thing before he left.

"Have you talked to Bulkhead?" Optimus asked.

"No, I suppose I'll do that." He said and left.