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

Warning Signs

     The pair came stumbling back, or at least it looked like it from the other's point of view as they watched Smokescreen push (Y/D), then transform in order to get away as the assumed mad femme (assumed be everyone except the older three) came flying after him.

         "Should we do something?" Bulkhead asked over the silence as everyone watched.

         "Only if (Y/D) gets carried away," Ratchet huffed, noting that Smokescreen was going way over his physical limit, "Or if his engine gives out."

It was another minute and soon Smokescreen's engine could be heard in the distance, the sharp whistling of the B-2 Spirit just behind him, and descending dangerously close to the mech as he tried to go faster without overheating in the bright sun that had peaked out after the electrical storm had finally passed. (Y/D) transformed once she was close enough and pounced on the mech, but he had transformed a second to late, and the two came tumbling in a living metal ball, only to stop just before the metal door, sand flying, both panting, the femme with a victorious smile as she held a blade to the mech's neck cables, sitting atop his chassis.

         "I win." Her single fang glittered, their little spar now over.

     There were several moments of silence as the main three shook their helms, knowing full well what was blooming between the two, though the mech and femme in question where oblivious of this fact. The others, were simply dumbstruck.

         "I thought interfacing was for the berth," Wheeljack strode by casually, brushing his servos of the oil that had stuck from the Jackhammer.

         "WHAT?!" the two shrieked and scrambled away from each other, adjacent to the open doors that allowed everyone to watch the show, the less stoic of the group laughing, snickering, or chuckling. Of course the only one to come out as the 'party pooper', was Ultra Magnus.

         "That kind of talk will not be tolerated!" he scolded the ex-wrecker, who merely shrugged, continuing on his original path for more parts that might help fix his ship. (Y/D) lifted herself up from the ground, grumbling as she dusted herself off, and walked past the mechs and single femme, finding the computers open for use.

         "I wouldn't..." Bulkhead warned, being ignored by the young femme as she began to type.

         "Relax, Smokescreen and I found some valuable information."

Ratchet had noticed (Y/D)'s destination and stood behind her, watching intently as she typed.

         "You saw the Predacon?"

This revelation brought many's interest toward the femme.

         "Yep," she answered with a grin, "I call him Bronze... Hang on, if you knew about him, how come I wasn't told?"

         "We did not think it'd matter," Ratchet shrugged, "Besides you were healing at the time."

Thinking on this for a moment, (Y/D) nodded before continuing with what she and Smokescreen had found during their time hiding from the electrical storm.

         "He's surprisingly gentle when not trying to kill you," Smokescreen chuckled.

         "I don't get it," Arcee spoke up, "That thing was built to hunt Autobots, so how are either of you still standing?"

Feeling a sense of pride at being referred to as an Autobot by the older femme, (Y/D) held back a prideful smile as she explained how the beast was already hesitant to attack her, so she knew that all that needed to be done was convince him that she was in alliance with her sire.

         "And the fact you were with an Autobot didn't raise suspicion?" the two-wheeler asked.

         "Not as far as we could tell." Smokescreen shrugged, "I mean, he's just a predacon."

         "Perhaps, but we don't know much about Bronze's kind," (Y/D) announced, entering the last few lines of text before turning and moving out of the way for Ratchet to inspect her work, "Who knows what he's capable of."

     This taken into consideration, the group dispersed, going to do whatever seemed more important at the time.For Arcee it was training, Bee coming along to spar. Bulkhead went to check on Miko, who was ready to dump a bucket of water over whoever came through the singular door that was Fowler's office. Wheeljack passed by once more, Ultra Magnus about to follow after him, but was stopped by (Y/D), so he nodded and went to watch the current sparring match. Optimus stayed beside Ratchet as they discussed the dilemma of Darkmount once more. So the rookie and the Decepticon princess were left to their own devices once more. It was becoming a common theme.

         "You want to find our oasis?" (Y/D) asked after several moments of bored silence.

         "You really think that's a good idea?" the mech questioned, unsure of what the others may say about it. Then again, it's not like they know.

         "Sure," she shrugged, "I can bridge us there, and if it's taken over I can bridge us out."

         "Isn't that dangerous for you?"

         "My goodness, so many questions," (Y/D) groaned, "Where is all this caution coming from? You're beginning to sound like Uncle Ult."

         "Am not!"

         "Are too!"

         "Am not!"

         "Then prove it," she held out a servo, mischief showing in her bright emerald optics, the sly smirk saying nothing but trouble as her singular fang-like denta was subtly shown off.

With the threat of being like Ultra Magnus over his helm, Smokescreen easily took the bait, and the two soon disappeared into a vortex of swirling blues, purples and silvers, coming out to the familiar peacefulness of their meeting place. The only major difference was the view of Darkmount.

         "Thank Primus it wasn't decimated," (Y/D) sighed as she sat in the sand and grass, pedes barely touching the water.

         "Won't they catch our signals?"

         "Cloaking device," the femme pointed to herself, "Remember?"

         "Oh, right," Smokescreen chuckled and sat beside her, "Kinda sticks out like a sore thumb-digit don't it?" he noted.

         "Yeah," his femme companion sighed, "I'm tempted to see if it's anything like the citadel on Cybertron."

         "How about one adventure at a time?" Smokescreen laughed.

         "Yes sir," (Y/D) saluted playfully earning a hard shove into the warm water of the oasis.