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

Not a Date, but it was Electrifying

         "Is it just me, or does there seem to be a theme when it comes to me doing a perimeter check?" The rookie asked his flying companion as he drove a good ways away from the Autobot base.

         "You mean besides me being in the picture? Naw," the two laughed and (Y/D) landed on a nearby rock formation, transforming as she waited for Smokescreen to catch up. When he did, he too transformed to his bi-pedal mode, looking toward the sinking sun.

         "I don't know how you're able to stick to the ground," the silver and purple femme shook her helm, "It's so much slower."

Smokescreen shrugged, "Easier to hide in plain sight I guess, that and the feeling of dirt and pavement under your wheels," he stomped his pede on the hard rock beneath him, "It's empowering."

(Y/D) hummed.

         "Perhaps, but in the air you're free," looking up, the femme extended a servo up into the air as if she was trying to touch the brightening stars that often came during the night, "There's nothing to hold you back, not even the laws of gravity can bring you down if you knoe how to use it in your favor."

     And there she went, going on and on about the beauties of her world in the sky, as if there was no war, no worry. No relation to the war monger could be seen as she grew excited, explaining the different stars, and where they led to, her green optics bright and youthful, carefree and simply enjoying every moment she could. And through all of this, Smokescreen could only stare.

         "Oh, sorry," (Y/D) giggled, "We should finish the perimeter check."

Shaking his helm from the momentary stupor, Smokescreen agreed, and the two continued on into the quickly growing night, one above, the other below. What followed was a comfortable silence that settled over them, each on the look out and ready for any trouble that may want to rear it's ugly head. Of course, this seemed like it would never happen, until Smokescreen encountered a small dilemma...

         "Uh-oh," Smokescreen slowed, unsure of how to continue.

         "What's wrong?" (Y/D) began to circle him in order to land smoothly.

Smokescreen transformed, a servo to his comm device.

         "I can't get ahold of anyone... and I can't figure out where we are."

Finally landing, Megatron's heir checked her own comm device.

         "(Y/D) to Papa Prime..." No answer, only static, "Duck?" Static, "Uncle Ult?" Still nothing, "You're right... My navigational system is on the fritz as well..." she sighed before sitting down in the cooling sand, closing her optics.

         "What are you doing?" Smokescreen raised a curious optic brow.

         "Checking for Soundwave," she answered curtly.

         "How?" his questioned was answered with a glare at first.

         "We have a natural family bond that's been closed off since I disappeared. I can use that to determine where he is, if he's not here we can be sure our problem is not because of Decepticons."

Taking a deep breath, (Y/D) prepared herself for the wave of emotions she was bound to receive from the other side of the bond. Quickly she opened it, and the flood gates burst open with fear, anger, worry, resentment, and love all at once. She gasped at the cold wave that hit her spark and fell back at the impact. She hoped that she closed the bond fast enough as she felt that she could breathe again, sending one emotion back, and that was love. (Y/D) coughed as her spark slowed down it's rapid thrumming and her frame shook as Smokescreen tried his best to help calm her down.

         "Well, he's not here," the femme said between fits, "So it might be a desert storm."

         "Will Soundwave be able to find us?" the rookie questioned.

         "I think I closed the bond fast enough," she answered, and got back up to her pedes, "We should be fine."

Smokescreen nodded.

         "So... onward?"

         "We can try, or we could head back. If we follow these three stars," she pointed upwards, "We can find our way rather easily."

Nodding, the mech beside her found himself baffled by her, smiling as he too looked up.

     They were maybe, half way back to the Autobot hide out, but neither knew that, since they were stuck on the ground, dodging bolts of pure electricity, though there was no rain to speak of.

         "To the PITS with these fragging electrical storms!" (Y/D) cursed, as if it would better the situation as she ran.

         "Let's not provoke it!" Smokescreen swerved, narrowly missed by another bolt, this one glowing a hot pink.

         "An electrical storm is NOT sentie-" she was interrupted by another burst that fell directly in front of her, making the femme shriek as she fell on her aft, "Don't provoke it, got it!"

Smokescreen would have laughed, but the bright blues, whites, pinks and sometimes greens were becoming more frequent as he drove, (Y/D) just barely being able to catch up behind him.

     Deciding to take a hard right, the rookie hoped his femme companion caught the drift as he aimed for tall cliffs that would provide some cover from the electrical storm. Luckily she did, and soon they both found a wide cave that could possibly protect them.

         "I've been through to many of these to count," (Y/D) sighed, her voice echoing through the cave.

         "And you lived?" Smokescreen was panting as he sat on the dusty floor of the cave, dirt clinging to his frame from the slight amount of static both him and (Y/D) had.

         "I was grounded for awhile, but yeah I survived."

         "New respect for us grounders?" the rookie chuckled.

         "New found hate for it actually," she twittered, and leaned against a nearby rock jutting out of the cave's wall.

Getting up, the young mech decided that now would be a time to ask more questions, and went to stand just beside her, leaning on a rock.

     The sound of a static pop resounded through the cave of electrified metal hitting metal, and Smokescreen's bright blue optics grew in alarm.

         "That, wasn't a rock... was it?"

A low growl came from Smokescreen's arm rest, and a bright yellow, menacing optic peered at him.

         "'Fraid not Smokes..."