LORD

Megatron grunts in acknowledgement and lets his systems cycle down a little further, now that Starscream’s electromagnetic field is back in range and his plating is pressed against Megatron’s. Starscream feels warmer than usual, and Megatron queues up the comm chain that starts with Soundwave and ends with Ratchet. Just in case.

Starscream pushes up more against Megatrons frame, neck twisted as much as possible as he tries to push his face into the others side.

Megatron sighs and pulls him closer. “If you just refuelled when I—” His processor stalls out. Starscream hasn’t been feeding the hatchlings lately, Megatron has. He’d done it on purpose, to give him a break. That means…

Megatron is the aforementioned unfortunate spark. His mood is sour; he’s been roused far too early, and his sparkmate is ill. The hatchlings wisely crawl under his armour to sleep more or chatter quietly to each other.

It's not until the base starts to slowly wake up, that Starscream pulls away from his perch. As the humans walking across the ground grows in numbers, the place going from quiet to a small buzz that will grow as dawn gives way to day.

Megatron grunts in acknowledgement and lets his systems cycle down a little further, now that Starscream’s electromagnetic field is back in range and his plating is pressed against Megatron’s. Starscream feels warmer than usual, and Megatron queues up the comm chain that starts with Soundwave and ends with Ratchet. Just in case.