All I Want - Megatron X Reader

I'm Sure ~ 7

CHAPTER SEVEN
2ND POV
3-31-18
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A/N: Chekov from Star Trek is my new husbando. Sorry this is shorter than usual, and please enjoy!
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   Oh, he fragged up.

   He fragged up big time.

Next time you ran into the warlord, you might not be so tempted as to spare him.

   You seethed with absolute rage and sadness as you stared at your wounded sire. He lay unconscious on the medical table with cuts, and bruises, and gashes littering his body. You managed to patch up anything life threatening. Ratchet was hooked up to life support and you had painkillers and various other medicines on standby for when he onlined.

   "How could I have been such an idiot?" You whispered to yourself. You were absolutely horrified. You lovingly held his silver cheek with your servo. He appeared so peaceful when he wasn't awake. Why-oh-why did you have to notice when he was like this?

You'd never wanted your sire to feel useless. Yet, he had. You failed to notice—which did nothing to help your slowly disappearing self-confidence—and Ratchet never bothered to tell you. Why? You told each other everything! . . . Everything except your run-ins with Megatron. Primus must be punishing you for such acts. Energon tears escaped your optics and were quickly wiped away by your fists. They just kept coming.

   "I'm so, so sorry I couldn't be there for you!" You cried, choking on your sobs. You buried your faceplates in your servos and collapsed into the chair behind you. After a short while of lonely crying, a large digit was placed under your chin, and it lifted your face upwards. You saw Optimus through blurry optics and attempted to pull yourself together, to be strong like him, but you did not succeed.

   "It was not your fault," the Prime told you softly, doing his best to comfort you as he stroked your cheek with his servo, "There was nothing you could have done." He wiped the tears off your features as you gradually stopped crying. You leaned into your old friend, only sniffling and breathing heavily at this point.

   You couldn't help but begin tearing up again as you talked.

"He-I-I could've done something! But-I-he-Megatron-!" You burst between sobs. You wrapped your arms around his midsection and he wrapped his around your shoulders. It pulled him closer to you as the mech began rubbing circles comfortingly on your backstruts.

"He will survive, all because of your expertise, Y/N. I suggest you get some recharge, old friend. It has been a long day for all of us, including your sire, and he, as well as I, want you to be healthy when he wakes," Your leader told you in his deep, (smexy) calming voice. You nodded meekly. Optimus smiled as you lifted your helm from his abdomen and looked into his optics.

You rose to your pedes shakily. Optimus helped you stand. He couldn't help but lower his faceplates and commit an act of affection he learned from humans; The Prime kissed your forehelm, causing your optics to widen and your faceplates to heat up. You sucked in a breath from embarrassment.

"Sweet dreams, Y/N," He said softly.

"G'night!" You blurted with a bashful giggle. You returned his look with a wide grin before rushing off into the hallway.

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Primus.

Primus seemed to have a real funny way of going about his life. Supposedly "natural" disasters plagued the Earth because of Unicron. Now, the godly mech was going to destroy the planet like some stupid prophecy had eluded to.