Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons, had just become a grandsire. He was overjoyed with the news and couldn't wait to see his daughter and his new grandson. He walked out of his base with a huge smile on his face. However, his happiness was soon cut short when he heard shouting and yelling.
As he got closer, Megatron saw that it was Ratchet, the Autobot medic, who was shouting. "FOR PRIMUS SAKE PRIME! WHAT IS MEGATRON DOING HERE!" Ratchet yelled in anger.
Megatron growled in response. "CAN'T I JUST SEE MY DAUGHTER, YOU OLD GRUMPY MEDIC!" he yelled back at Ratchet.
Ratchet scoffed at Megatron's response and walked up to him, getting in his face. "WELL, I NEVER!" he shouted.
Prime and Starblaze, who had been nearby, quickly rushed over to see what was going on. They were surprised to see Megatron and Ratchet arguing with each other.
"What's going on here?" Prime asked, looking at Megatron and Ratchet.
Ratchet looked at Prime. "He's going to take his daughter and your sparkmate and your son away from you and you'll probably never get to see them again," he replied.
Starblaze sighs. "Ratchet. My father is here to see his grandson," Starblaze explained.
Ratchet huffed and crossed his arms. "I don't want him anywhere near my Med Bay," he grumbled.
Megatron rolled his eyes. "I have no plans to cause any trouble, Ratchet. I just want to see my grandson," he said, trying to calm down the Autobot medic.
After a few more minutes of arguing, Prime stepped in and put a halt to the argument. "There will be no fighting among us. Megatron, you can see mine and Starblaze's son, MegaPrime, who is your grandson, but please keep the peace," he said firmly.
Megatron nodded, grateful for Prime's intervention. He followed Prime and Starblaze back to their base, ready to finally meet his grandson at last. Despite the rocky start, Megatron was happy to spend time with his family and enjoy the little moments of joy that being a grandparent brings.
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