Transformers Prime Imagines Book 2

My Worse Enemy Part 3 (Megatron X Femme! Reader X Optimus)

A/N: Play "Daylight" by David Kushner for the feels because you'll need it.

I can feel that Megatron is coming after me, but I don't care. I'm ripping everything and everyone's heart out, and I'll die on this hill before he comes to stop me~

TW: Character severe injuries, angst, dark twisted thoughts. Some mentions of lewd stuff-

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Location: Autobot's base.

BEEP! BEEP!

"Boss, we've got a signal on an Energon field. Wanna bet if it's the Con's lacking moments?" Bulkhead smirked, pointing at the screen.

Optimus peered at the blinking signal before pausing for a moment, weighing the situation.

"Hmm..." He hummed; optics focused on the screen.

Recently, they've been receiving false alarms as the Decepticons set up traps for them.

Specifically, for Optimus.

"It could be a trap." Arcee clicked her glossa. "I've got the wounds from yesterday to prove it."

That got the Prime in a dilemma.

As much as the false alarm would dampen and possible injure them, the A-team could not afford NOT to check, as they are always outnumbered and severely needing Energons.

"Fake or not, we are running low on Energon." Ratchet mumbled; servos gripped into a fist. "Curse the Cons..."

Optimus knew he had to place a bet on this once again, just like the times before.

Scout. Retrieve. Retreat.

"I believe it is wise if we-"

A soft tap made the Prime stopped his speech. He spun around to see a clueless looking femme giving him a blank smile.

"(Y/N)." He nodded. "Is there something you'd like to say?"

You pointed at the screen before giving the mech a firm nod, smiling at him.

'Go.' You mouthed.

The Prime relaxed his shoulders and patted yours softly. "We will...be back soon. Stay here, (N/N)."

With that, the Prime went off with Bulkhead, Bumblebee and Arcee, leaving you with the kids and Ratchet.

All the while, the medic fell silent, flashing you in what seems to be an almost...pity look.

'Optimus, what have you done...' Ratchet's thought echoed as he tried to occupy himself in his station.

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Flashback

When everyone thought you had sadly joined the Allspark, the truth was far from it.

You landed on a pile of sand and soft metals, cushioning the blow just enough to survive, barely.

The newly turned Prime took your mangled figure and retreated to his base while the silent gladiator, Soundwave laid havoc at those provoking him. You were patched up by Ratchet himself, the medic praying to Primus you'd survive the hit.

And you did just so...but even Ratchet could not imagine living in your shoes.

Your state was...horrible.

You lost your ability to produce sound yet alone speak, deeming your situation worse than Bumblebee. You had to be on forced stasis for weeks to recuperate.