Tell Me What You Want

No.

It can't be.

The gladiator almost dropped his bottle.
After those millennia, Megatron would never fail to recognize that certain pair of sapphires.

But, he? In here?

In this galaxy that's so far away from Cybertron? In a bar messy and chaotic like this?

Megatron really doubted his own judgment.

The blues soon disappeared from all those zealous crowds. As if all he saw was just an illusion. Megatron blankly stared at the dark club, then laughed dryly.

'I must have gone out of my mind from missing him.' He thought.

After he himself declared that Decepticons were no more, Megatron lingered on the planet for a few more cycles. Right before he left, he witnessed that spectacular explosion from the well of all sparks. The ex-warlord stood from afar, silently and sorrowfully.

He knew he lost him.

His nemesis was always this stupidly sacrificing, foolishly selfless, this...loving and caring. Megatron hated it deeply, because that mech never treated himself the same way he did for others.

But that was also why he fell for him in the very first place.

"I am sorry." He whispered to the explosion. He wanted to tell him so so much, and yet that's all he said to nothingness. At least he saw that tint of relief and hope from those sorrow-clouded sapphire before he left. That's good enough for him.

For someone like him.

'All that time wasted on my ruthless pride,' he thought to himself as he dumped down another high grade, 'I deserve to suffer from being left behind.'

But they shone again.

This time, Megatron stood up immediately and stormed down the stairs toward the direction.

It was him. It was definitely him. He knew those blues too well. They were burnt into his spark when they first met.

He stopped just a few steps away, optics fixated on that red and blue figure. Some creatures started to surround the gladiator, trying to get the celebrity's attention, but Megatron couldn't care less.

It was him. It really was him.

Optimus.

Megatron was in shocked confusion.

How is it possible? He witnessed those sparklights, the explosion, the sorrow from the Autobots. And how would he ever leave his people to be here? On this planet million light years away from Cybertron, and in this notorious bar that was literally built on lust and violence?

The ex-warlord felt his head hurt. Maybe he was wasted from all the alcohol he dumped down today, and was in fact dreaming.

If this was indeed a dream, he would sell his soul so that he could never wake up.

His thoughts were interrupted when he saw an unknown creature sneaking up to the smaller mech. Their huge body loomed over him as it started to talk to him. The mech turned slightly and seemingly declined their attention. But that didn't work well as the creature started to get physical.

Before Megatron realized, his steps were already moving toward them, fast. He punched hard on the counter between the mech and the creature. Those crimson glared down at the unknown organism.
"Get lost."

The creature looked up. They were huge, but the warlord was even bulkier. They swore before leaving frustratedly.

"...Megatron?"