True Colors

Chapter One

Rodimus and Ultra Magnus were in the main room arguing again. Ultra Magnus wasn't having a good day and Rodimus had to mess it up and start a fight. "IT'S ANNOYING THAT YOU KEEP MESSING UP MY PLANS!!!" Rodimus yelled. Ultra Magnus stood up and Rodimus slouched down, knowing he was gonna get it. "DON'T RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME RODIMUS! IF I DIDN'T STAND AND CORRECT PEOPLE WE'D ALL BE DEAD!!" Rodimus wiped his leaking optics and backed away. "I was just saying you need to let me lead..." Ultra Magnus watched the young mech cry and sighed. He took a knee and set his large servos on Rodimus's shoulders. "Rodimus, I....I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." Rodimus pushed the larger mechs servos off and ran out of the room. Ultra Magnus stood up and sighed knowing someone was gonna come and speak to him later.

Rodimus stopped and tried to catch his breath and cry. 'Why does Magnus have to be so fragging mean!?' There was the sound of a door opening and Rodimus looked up to see Drift and Ratchet. "You look awful." Ratchet said. Drift helped Rodimus inside of their room. Rodimus sat on Drift's berth and cried as the samurai rubbed his back. "What happened?" Rodimus lifted up his helm, tears still flowing. "M-Magnus... got....m-mad at....m-me." Drift looked up at Ratchet who was sitting beside him. The medic sighed and leaned over Drift. "Maybe you should ease up and let Magnus have some control... That might be best."

Drift smacked his sparkmate in the nose and continued to rub Rodimus's back. "Maybe you should just let it go. Don't let Magnus drag you down of anything. I think you're doing a great job at leading. Just because he thinks whatever it is is unsafe doesn't match my point. Forget what Ultra Magnus thinks." Ratchet shook his helm. Rodimus looked up at his friends. "Thx guys. You're a lot of help. Well you are Drift." The samurai smiled and helped Rodimus up. "See you around." He said. Rodimus walks out of the room and headed to his room to get some rest.

Ultra Magnus walked into his messy room and groaned when he flicked on the light. 'Always got something to do...' As the door closed Magnus saw someone in the corner of his optics. There were two red glowing lights coming from the back room. Ultra Magnus flicked on the light and saw Megatron leaning in the doorway. Magnus backed up and as this frightened him. "HOW'D YOU GET IN HERE!!!" He yelled. Megatron sighed and rested his shoulders. Pushing off the wall, he walked up to his large blue friend. "Why are you always so hard on Rodimus. You know he's just trying to be a good leader." Ultra Magnus stayed still and followed the grey mech with his optics. "Rodimus is a fool and will hurt someone one day."

Megatron pinned Magnus to the wall and snarled. "Just let the kid do what he wants. If you want a happy group of friends you need a happy leader." Magnus pushed Megatron off and rolled his shoulder. "And why would I take advice from a Decepticon like you." Megatron grabbed the cup of energon off the desk and took a sip of it. "That's just sad," he said, circling his digit around the rim. Ultra Magnus walked around the grey mech keeping a great distance. "So what..." Megatron glanced over at Magnus. "So go apologize to Rodimus." Ultra Magnus sighed letting his large shoulders down. "Ok. I will just let me get this report done." Megatron smirked and set down the cup, heading to the door. "Good." Without another word said the grey mech closed the door leaving Magnus alone to finish his things and think of what he's done.

Rodimus turned to his side and groaned. He couldn't shut his optics. Every time he did he would hear Magnus and his arguments. The night was cold and Rodimus felt uncomfortable to shut his optics. "That's it." He said, sitting up. He got up out of his berth and walked over to his door. He looked back at his room and sighed. Soon he walked out and stormed down the hall. He walked over to the main door and looked out into the black night. Rodimus held onto the doorway with his servos. As the wind blew he stepped down. 'What are you doing...' He slipped his servo off the doorway and transformed. He drove off leaving no tracks and no note to where he was going.