When in the Presence of Royalty Smokescreen x Megatron's Daughter Reader

That Sweet Oasis

     Smokescreen drifted around a corner as he found the oasis in the dark of the Nevada night. He screeched to a stop in the sand, transforming, a wide smile on his faceplate as he looked for (Y/D).

         "Hey," he snickered, "Guess what?"

         "Scraplet butt?" (Y/D) giggled as she came through some foliage, obviously had hidden herself in case it wasn't Smokescreen.

         "As terrifying as that is, no," Smokescreen grinned, "We have a way of restoring Cybertron!"

(Y/D) remained silent at this, obviously not quite able to believe him. She questioned exactly 'how' this was possible, and Smokescreen happily explained, talking about the key that had been placed in his chassis, and the other three that would activate the Omega Lock, as well as how all four had been handed over by Dreadwing. Of course, neither knew that he was now offlined.

         "I'm... I'm happy for you," (Y/D) smiled, tapping her pede slightly in the sand, "I really am."

Smokescreen's smile faultered as he noted how much more ecstatic about this he was compared to her.

         "You plan on coming with us right?" he asked.

         "Uh... well..." she spoke, broken sentences stating more than a full poem or monologue.

         "You've been gone longer than any of the others!" he tried to understand, "I thought you'd be the most excited to finally go home..."

(Y/D) fidgited in her spot, struggling with her words as she tried not to burst in the slowly growing frustration that pressed against her spark. She wanted to yell at him, as instinct told her to. This was how she was raised. Yell at the opposition, intimidate them and get the desired reaction of fear, but she was frustrated, and wanted to get her point across that her reasons were private. She looked to the ground as she clenched and unclenched her servos, taking deep breathes as she lowered her levels of frustration, like her carrier taught her.

         "I can't go back when there's nothing to go back to." she finally said, relaxing as her anger at herself dissipated, and frustration at Smokescreen became non-existent, "I left because there was nothing for me there... and even if I went back I would be trialed for my crimes and sentenced to execution."

         "I don't believe that," Smokescreen stated firmly, "Every time you've come up as a topic, Ratchet gets all down as if he regrets something."

         "Probably regretting helping when my Carrier had troubles when it came my time as a newborn." (Y/D) huffed.

So Ratchet did know her well...

         "Optimus explained that you had a chance to change, and that he hoped you took that chance."

         "That chance was exile," Was the next reply, "As you can see, I tried, but Primus is obviously against me since he sent you here."

Smokescreen's expression turned to one slightly hurt. Did she really think that?

         "You think... you think I was able to find you, because Primus wants to punish you?"

The femme looked up from the sand she was staring at, and her optics went wide as she realized what she said.

         "I... I-I..." she stuttered, trying to find the words that would correct her mistake in words, but she knew there was no taking what she said back, "Y-you should go..." she muttered, "Your team will most likely be wondering where you are here soon."

         "No," the mech answered, "They're all in recharge."

         "Then you should go recharge as well," (Y/D) tried not to snap, but it still came out a bit harsher than she intended, "I'll... I'll be going."

     She was about to take off, but was caught by Smokescreen, much like before, but she wasn't tackled down to the ground, it was just a gentle, but firm hold of her servo. She looked to the rookie, slightly scared of what he planned to do. They stared at each other for a moment, maybe two, each trying to figure out what the other's next move would be. Would Smokescreen com the Autobots? Would (Y/D) try and shoot at him then bolt out of sight? Neither knew, and both were trying to figure it out, frozen in their spots as they waited for a sign.

         "Please stay," Smokescreen began, "I'm sorry if I had gone to far..."

A soft smile spread across (Y/D)'s derma, and she relaxed from her defensive demeanor that showed how easily she would have bolted.

         "It's okay... you didn't know. Besides, I shouldn't have said that about you... if I were being truthful I'd say that you were the best thing that's happened to me in quite a long time."

Smokescreen smiled at this, glad to be put in this light and not as some mistaken meeting. He let go of her servo and the two decided that a nice talk would do them good, the excitement of the present events keeping them up through the night, and well into the early morning as the sun began to rise, glinting off of the water of the oasis. (Y/D) sighed as she looked past the scarce trees, and lower foliage, and into the horizon that spelled freedom to her. A wide landscape that was her playground. Free from the stress of the war, from responsibilities, from the pressing of duty and her own heritage as Megatron's daughter. Smokescreen looked to her, a small smile on his faceplate as he thought of the many adventures they had already been through together. They weren't many, but he already felt like it was a lifetime. He's learned so much, but it was how little he learned that also kept him enthralled with the femme that sat beside him, pedes just barely hitting the water, making it ripple.

         "Did you... did..." he fumbled with his words, "What was your life like... before the war?" he hoped she wouldn't withdrawl, or become angry again, and was quite surprised when she made no move except to stare into the water at her rippling reflection once she had transitioned to sitting on her knee plates.

         "It was... as normal as one could get when you're the daughter of a famous gladiator," she chuckled, "My Carrier always had to be on guard, not many liked the idea of a gladiator having offspring, it was a dangerous concept." she made her reflection ripple as she dipped a digit into the clear, crystaline water, "We were taken care of though," she admitted, "We were given a good home, humble but comfortable, Carrier didn't want me to grow as a brat."

Smokescreen chuckled at this. (Y/D) was by no means a 'brat'.

         "We'd often play together, my Carrier, Sire and I, in the small back yard. I always loved to climb on his frame, and carrier would have to pull me off," she snickered, remembering the sad, yet pleasant memory, "It was different than what it is now," she said with a sigh, "I miss the Megatronus of old, the one that would read to me at night..." her expression went from a soft sadness to a hardened wall that refused to show what emotion she allowed Smokescreen to see, "Alas, it is not to be."

         "You sound like Alpha Trion," Smokescreen chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, and was only slightly successful as he earned a small smile.

         "You should probably head back before your team notices that your missing." she stated, getting up from the grassy sand that made the oasis.

The mech looked up, noticing how late it was he stayed, and nodded, quickly getting up as well, only to stumble and almost fall into the water, if it weren't for the quick reflexes of (Y/D). She caught him by his servo, and pulled him back to stand on his two pedes. He nodded his thanks, and took off back to the base, finding that no one was awake yet as he phased through the wall, and back to his berthroom. 

(Slowly, you begin to trust him with the details of your life.)