The Authoress

Chapter 23: Cute Dates and Hot Mates

 Chapter 23: Cute Dates and Hot Mates

FLUFF GALORE AND SMUT IN STORE

(AN: ok, its just a head cannon of mine that the whole plot of TFP takes place over quite a few years so you will see massive time jumps once in awhile)

Megatron sat at his desk, shuffling through mounds of paperwork and records that he had taken off Soundwave. His third in command needed a break, he definitely deserved it after thwarting Starscream's traitorous plans time and time again. So Megatron told the mech to take a break, do something he wanted to do, and no Soundwave, wanting to do paperwork didn't count.

Vehicon records, energon report, energon report, ship maintenance report, energon report... femme report?

Megatron looked down at the datapad with no small amount of confusion. Who had given him this? He opened the report, seeing Domi's name at the top sparked Megatron's memory.

Ah, he had asked for a report on the two newest Autobot femmes quite some time ago; however, due to unconventional circumstances, he had been unable to get to it. With a burst of curiosity, Megatron opened up the file named 'Vela' in the datapad. It included a picture at the top of the femme. Large audio's resembling an organic feline's made Megatron grunt. Who in their right state or processor model themselves after such a primitive creature?

Megatron continued to read:

Designation: Vela

Alt-mode: Jaguar 5.0

Age: approximately 3 stellar cycles

Weaponry: Morning star mace, dual blasters

Designation: Corvin

Alt-mode: harrier jet

Age: Approximately 3 stellar cycles

Weaponry: Dual energy whips, dual blasters

This was nothing. Bare basics that the Decepticons could already guess while looking at the femmes in battle. It was not as in-depth as Megatron had ordered.

He'd be having a "chat" with Domi later.

OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO

Corvin sang as she bathed in the wash racks, excited for her date. She was giddy, her body felt light and her helm felt like it was in the clouds.

Corvin could say that it was just the inner fangirl throwing a rave: glowsticks, ecstasy and furry legwarmers, but she could also say that it was just pure happiness.

She genuinely liked Optimus. Like, like liked him, and not because he was her favorite (former) fictional character. No, after being in this dimension for almost three years (her and Optimus had been banging for over a year and a half now. Yeah, it surprised her, too), she genuinely liked him for... him. He was interesting and intelligent, he was so in tuned with things, in ways Corvin was sure most people were not aware of. He could read every emotion in a bot just by looking at them and knew just what to do to help them. He cared so deeply for his team and the kids, he worked so hard for what he believed, with a viggor Corvin knew couldn't be matched by any. Corvin admired that, he stuck to his guns and didn't let up when everything was going to shit.

Corvin hummed, lost in her thoughts. She needed to be careful. She didn't want to get too carried away with whatever... this was.

Corvin know what was going to happen.

A large sigh was let out as she closed her optics, pushing the thought from her mind. She really didn't want to think about Optimus giving his spark up to the Well. Almost every part of her screamed to save him, prevent him from going into the Well at all costs, but the small, logical voice of reason in the front of her mind reigned truth. She couldn't do that. She'd be sacrificing an entire planet and race for selfish reasons. Without the Well operational, the sparks could no longer be one with the Allspark, and they would never be at peace. There were also other side effects that she knew were there, but wasn't quite sure of. Corvin sighed again, sinking into the hot water. She wanted to avoid thinking about it for as long as possible, so that she could enjoy her time whilst she had it.