Megatron's twin

28:Some Stickers

You're in for a treat.

"I'm bored." I whined yet again.

"That's unfortunate." Optimus stated.

"I'm hungry." I added.

"Don't you have energon?"

"Yes, but I don't want it." I said.

"May I have some?" He asked. I opened my chassis and pulled out one of the many cubes I have stashed. I handed it to Optimus and watched him examine it. "This is high grade."

"So?"

Optimus cast me a look as if his statement said enough but drank from the cube non the less. Watching him made me feel more low on fuel and I got out my own cube. And out of nowhere a thought came...

How many can I get him to drink?

I snickered at the thought. "What?"

"Oh nothing."

We continued, I grabbing another while Optimus was still at his first, he was slow. I snuggled into Optimus' side once I had finished, he didn't seem to mind, perhaps pushing it onto the amount I consumed.

Maybe it was, or not, but I didn't mind either way. He was cuddly.

I started tapping a digit against his plating watching him consume the cube with narrowed optics, willing him to go faster. He did so and I drew out another cube swiftly and jammed it in his faceplate, somewhat whacking him.

He looked down at me as he lowered his empty cube, a questioning look in his optics as his optic ridges rised.

I jiggled the cube in his faceplate in a silent elaboration, concentration showing in my faceplate.

Optimus narrowed his optics but took the cube muttering a small 'thank you'.

And number two is going down the hatch.

Once agian I watched him, it seemed to be the only amusing thing here.

Optimus slowly lowered the cube only for me to push it back up to his intake, the faster the better. He complied.

How was he not realizing what I was trying to do? Unless he was already groggy, but that should not be. He's around my size so it sould take more than two.

He drank like a turtle.

He emptied a small amount on the fire, giving it fuel before finishing the cube.

I got out another and slowly lifted it into his view. He looked at it before looking down at my grinning form, snuggled between his chassis and arm.

"No more." He said. He sounded tipsy!

"You need fuel." I squeaked. "After all you have to deal with me." I started waving the energon in circles, "ya' know you want to."

He puffed out his chassis and snatched it up.

I took the time to say hello to Megatron.

Hey! I drawled on.

What? I got a sleepy reply.

Guess what.

What? He sighed.

Guess.

You woke me from my recharge, spit it out. He demanded. Oh, his precious recharge!

I almost got Optimus drunk.

Wait, what? He sounded more awake now.

I had high grade with me.

And Optimus had some?

Yup, and he's only on his third and he's slurring his words! I explained.

You mean, after all this time. I could have just shot some high grade down his intake and he would of been a free target?

Yup.

He seemed to go quiet, disappointed with himself.

Anyway, what are the Autobots up to? I asked.

Soundwave sent Laserbeak, scans show your rather deep, the Autobots are still digging.

Okie.

Are you sure they won't kill you?

Yup.

Then let me recharge. And that was the last I heard of him.

I looked back up at Optimus to see him grinning at seemingly nothing. I poked him to get his attention, nothing. I tried giving him a push, only for him to topple over and fall on his side. I crawled over to get closer.

He mumbled what seemed to be numbers, which left me puzzled... Wait, maybe it's his com number! Just in case I mentally jotted it down.

"You know..." Oh Primus his words were slurred. "I like the ground."

"Oh really?" I was going to have fun, that's for sure

"Yeah." He giggled. Pits no, three cubes was too much! "Without it, we'd be endlessly falling!" He patted the ground as if he was trying to get in a relationship with it.

"Or floating." I suggested.

"Floating?" He gasped.

"Without the earth we'd be in space." I reasoned and tapped his helm.

"Then I don't like the ground."

"What, why." I pretended to be shocked.

"Because, I want to float." He grumbled. Huh, did he forget about his jetpack?

"You do?" He nodded. "Well, I can teach you how." His helm snapped up and he scrambled to sit up, then gazing at me with anticipation.

"You want to know?"

He nodded quickly.

I grinned. "You have to concentrate very hard, you understand?" I prepared him and watched as his faceplates scrunched up as he nodded. He was very expressive.

"Now there's two ways." I begun making up a bunch of bullshit. "Ones harder, the other's easier-"

"Easy one." He demanded. He had clearly forgotten about his jet pack.

"Ok." I began to slightly become aware of what may happen if I did not live up to his expectations. "Spread your arms out," he spread them. "And flap." He did so.

He's gonna hate me when this is over.

I was interrupted when scrap fell nearby and a small figure squeezed its way in.

It was Laserbeak.

"Hi!" Optimus greeted as he continued flapping.

I made my way over to the little bot, it was clear he had started recording. "You keep this between you and Soundwave, got it?"

He let out a little chirp. That's when I spotted a small patch on his wing, multiple actually. I looked closer to find what could only be stickers. How did Soundwave get these? Did he just slap 'em on Laserbeak?

"Am I flying now?" I turned back to Optimus, he sat there while flapping his arms

"No, but Laserbeak can help, he's a expert, aren't you?" I said as I plucked Laserbeak from his place and set him down before Optimus, all while he droned on angrily.

Laserbeak bobbed his wings slowly and Optimus followed.

Laserbeak stopped after three minutes.

Optimus kept us entertained for about two hours. Clearly forgetting that the answer to flight sat on his back.