Truths And Lies [Megastar - TFP]

19 ~ ˖⁺‧₊˚ ~ Finally ~ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ~ 19

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It took a week of rest and recovery for Starscream to wake up, Megatron had allowed Knockout, Shockwave, and Soundwave to come in and check on Starscream and his conditions, but he still wasn't ready to come out of his quarters.
When Starscream woke up, he was alone in the room, pieces of memories coming back, and remembering how Eclipse was on the edge of hurting Megatron, and he acted out of pure instinct, defending him.

Was he finally loyal to his master? No, it wasn't that. He felt his spark getting heavier at the thought of being alone, and tried to get up from the large berth, only managing to limp to the personal washrack of those quarters. The door automatically slid open, showing a somewhat emotionless Megatron sitting under the spray of boiling water, looking down at his servos.
That view brought a heavy layer of guilt on Starscream's spark, and without a word he went there, without stopping he sat down between his Lord's stabilizers, looking away from him. With a tone filled of guilt, masked as confidence, the Seeker spoke up.

Starscream: "You owe me a wings massage."

He expected to get many insults in exchange, but a pair of hot boiling servos were placed on his wings, and a whine came from him but didn't sign to stop. Those servos, covered in scars, caressed the smooth metal of those beautiful wings, stopping on little dents and small imperfections.
Whines and little noises came from the Seeker, but Megatron kept moving those somehow expert digits, and he reached the attachment of the wings to Starscream's back plates, and he pressed on the sore cables and joints, gaining small gasps from his second.

Megatron: "...I've come to the decision that, if you don't want to, we can call off the engagement, you don't have to do such things just for me."

Those words took him by surprise, but something blossomed his in spark.

Starscream: "...I wouldn't mind going ahead with our previous plans, and plus, I am doing this partially for me as well."

The Seeker surprisingly smiled, but his Lord decided not to go further, and he just kept massaging those sore wings.

Somewhere else, on the Nemesis, Moon saw a bright pink light turning on, and a small smile came on their dermas.

'Finally' they thought.