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

Scars

         "I think it's a good thing, that we missed the fight."

(Y/D) sat well away from the celebrating group as they looked to the now revived Cybertron.

         "I would have sided with my Sire anyway."

Smokescreen frowned as he sat beside her, not having the slightest clue of how this felt to her. Knowing whose side to cheer on, but being forced not to. 

     Reprogramming her thinking again would be far to dangerous, but the silver femme was pushing against the altered thinking well enough that she wasn't attacking anyone, though she stayed close to Smokescreen.

         "We don't know that," the mech tried to tell her, "besides, I would have redirected you if I needed to."

This resulted in a small smile, though short lived as Wheeljack came over, his cocky smirk causing both to tense. Smokescreen in anticipation, (Y/D) in anger.

         "I mean no harm," he chuckled, holding both servos up, "Just wanted to see how you both were doing."

     (Y/D) remembered him as her enemy, but she also remembered the recent, sweeter memories, and it frustrated her that she couldn't feel that friendly rivalry anymore, just a toxic hate.

         "We're fine," the new flier answered, "Right now's just... not a good time."

The team had been brushed up on (Y/D)'s treatment while imprisoned, down to the details of her symbiotes being taken away from her, which they were returned, their thinking process having been untouched. A fault of Soundwave or another plan of Shockwave? No one knew. These four were part of what kept (Y/D) sane at the moment, but one hadn't detached yet. The eldest, the fourth. This was his first appearance.

     From beneath her armor came bits and pieces, hardly enough to make one symbiote, but each hovered in one place above her lap, and formed a holographic cyber-beast. It's teeth were real, a sharpened edge made to deal damage, optics a pale gold, and claws on each four paw-like appendages just as menacing as its teeth. He resembled a lion, and looked just as fierce, maybe more so, even in his melancholy state, sitting on the lap of his lost and confused master.

         "This is no time to fight," he stated in a smooth and calming voice, like that of Aslan, and it made the Decepticon heir cry as she ran her digits through the digitally made wires that created this symbiote's mane, black and red colors glitching with the movement, "Rest, small one. I will wake you when you're needed..."

Nodding, the femme left, while the other symbiotes stayed behind as they watched their master leave them. They knew whose quarters she would take, and didn't argue with her as she turned towards her Sire's berthroom.

         "It's been a long time," Optimus started, while Smokescreen just stared at the beast before him, who shook his holographic mane before turning to the Prime.

         "Forgive me for my absence," the beast sighed, "My mainframe was badly damaged again. Even now I am not entirely myself."

         "Ever the cautious one," Ultra Magnus stated.

         "Pardon my say so, but you're one to talk," the beast answered back, which made the other three symbiotes snicker.

         "Sometimes you are to much, Excelsior," Mune twittered as she landed on the lion's holographic back.

         "Hey, I thought I had that title?" Ruckus cackled as he landed on Smokescreen's shoulder plate, surprising the bots around him.