All I Want - Megatron X Reader

Why'd You Leave Me? ~ 18

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
2ND POV
7-10-18
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   Knockout stared at the results on the monitor, scratching his helm in confusion. His optic ridges were pressed downwards on his optics, his glowing red irises focused on the screen before him as his processor raced for an answer. The way his master had been acting for who cares how long—something had to be the cause of it. Something. But there was nothing out of the ordinary going on with the warlord mentally or physically.

   Megatron was completely, absolutely, fine.

This made no sense whatsoever to any semi-sane Decepticon who'd served under him.

The cherry red medic knew the warmonger as good as Starscream and Dreadwing did, and Megatron never once seemed as merciful as now. Sure, there were still many obvious aspects of his personality still there, but now that the warlord's un-warlord-like behavior had been brought to attention, those aspects didn't seem as real or genuine. It was like the mech was both putting up a facade and showing who he was underneath it subconsciously.

   Knockout was stumped. The doctor decided the best course of action would be to share the information with his superiors and assure them their leader was basically A-okay.

   Maybe he'd even consult Soundwave about his findings . . .

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   "They are becoming suspicious of your activities," Soundwave stated (using multiple voice clips) to the Decepticon leader as they roamed the empty halls.

   "Is that so?" Megatron answered. It didn't didn't sound as much of a question as it did a tiresome statement. The ex-gladiator heaved a sigh.

   "I suggest you lower your amount of visits with her," The masked mech told his old friend. He didn't even need to specify it was you; Megatron got the message and responded immediately.

   "No!" The larger mech growled back. He bared his sharp denta angrily and quickly calmed down from his own outburst. Megatron groaned. The realization had come to him gradually, but it was only now that he was really facing it.

   "You've become attached to the femme Autobot medic." Thank you Soundwave, for stating the obvious. The warmonger dragged a clawed servo down his faceplates and let it fall defeatedly at his side. He didn't deny it was true.  He wasn't even sure if 'attached' was the right word to use.

   What Megatron was worried about was three things:

•How long would it take for his fellow Decepticons/your fellow Autobots to realize what was going on?

   IF SO:

•What would the aftermath be and would it include you getting hurt?

   AND:

•Was he being clingy?

   That last one wasn't as important as the other two, no need to remind him, but your comfort had been crawling up his priorities list. Heck, if he wasn't mistaken, the warlord had deeply fallen . . . fallen . . .

   He let out another sigh. His optics were fixed on his pedes and their heavy steps on the polished floors.

   "Do you have a plan?" The slender TIC inquired as they turned a corner. A few vehicons passed by on their energon break. Megatron's optics skimmed over each of them before moving his gaze elsewhere. They continued to approach the bridge, the warship's control room.