#dr sumdac

no particular reasons, at all,,

I’ve been holding onto this ask for soooo long

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Megatron vents silently as he watched the bot’s on the screen.

Ever since he was found without his body, he has been doing a lot of thinking for a long time before the autobots came online. He reminisced about his life, past and present…

… it honestly felt like time has passed quickly since he landed on earth. He calculated every klik to find out how many cycles it takes to count to a stellar cycle.

‘365 cycles to a stellar cycle on this planet, what a very short life span this species… quite intriguing.’ He thinks, shifting his focus back on the screen that held teletran 1, if he can get his non existent servos on those controls he can-.

“--Bumblebee--!!” A shout of an earth creature’s name dragged him away from his thoughts, his functioning optic shifted to both bot’s fighting over something, whatever it was it’s in the hand of the yellow bumbler.

“--Sorry doc, you’ll have to do better than that to catch me--!” He says, dodging and manoeuvring around the medic.

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“Here he is! Your egg pod.”

Megatron looked over his conjunx’s helm, seeing the egg pod her spark had chosen. “Quite small don’t you think?” He asks her. “I’m sure, it’s what shutter chose.” The nurse bot says, confidently.

“Isn’t it great! Your own sparkling to look after.” She says excitedly, his conjunx hugging the pod close.

“Let’s see your designation little one.” She told it softly, turning it over to find the designation number. “Here it is! B-127, the number of many.” Shutter smiles brightly, servo on top of the pod as it glowed just as bright.

“Do you want to hold him?” Shutter asks, holding out b-127.

“… are you sure I’m to be trusted with this task? My servos are too big to hold something so fragile.” He tells her, looking down his servos before she placed her own servo on his upper restarlueus.

“You’re his sire d-16. And he really wants to meet you. He trusts you.”

With those words and her guiding servos, held out his own servos and held the object in the palm of it watching it glow softly in his own. “… what’d you think?” The nurse femme asks, tilting her helm.

“It’s tiny… I love it.” He says with a goofy smile on his faceplate. Making her snort at the smile. “She knew you’d like him.” The nurse says patting him on his shoulder guard.

“I always will…”

“… I’ve always have.”

Megatron told himself, staring at the monitor as he watched his now grown up baby bee gaming with his human friend.

The warlord wished he can just take bumblebee with him and fly off with the rest of his decepticons, leave the autobots to their misery on this mud ball of a planet… that’s just wishful thinking.

He’s just a head, in an organic’s laboratory stuck in a humiliating charade as an ‘autobot.’ How these creatures managed to survive being lied to is beyond his comprehension.

He guesses he can be persuasive… but this seems way too easy-. “Megatron? Is there a reason you’re spying on my daughter?” Sumdac asks.

“Hm…? I’m not. I’m keeping an optic on my son.” He told the scientist simply. “Oh! You’re a father too?” He asks surprised by this information from megatron. “Indeed. I do have a life outside of… autobot honour.”

Megatron hesitates, he really hates saying that… but if it gets sumdac off his case then so be it. “That’s wonderful how we have that in common! Which one’s yours?” He asks, megatron shifts his optic back to the screen.

Taking note that the others autobots have arrived as well. “… you see the yellow scout there?” Megatron queries, shifting his optic back to sumdac. “Yes, I do. That’s my daughter is friend, he’s yours?”

“If I could I’d nod my helm. But yes indeed. He is my son.” He told sumdac, amused by sumdac’s positive reaction to the information.

“Remarkable! My daughter, your son! Our kids wouldn’t believe it! Both their fathers, just as much of a friendship as our kids! Amazing.”

Megatron said nothing, looks back at the monitor and saw both sumdac’s daughter and his son bumblebee celebrating a type of victory, high fives each other long before doing odd moves to show their victory.

Megatron couldn’t… but he can feel a smile on his non existent face when he saw how happy they are, complete agreement with sumdac’s statement.

“It is… it really is such an amazing thing.”

“Do you have any baby photos?” Sumdac asked, hopeful. “In what kind of world… would I not have any sparkling photos of my own son?”

Megatron smirks to himself, switching the monitor to a picture of when bumblebee was a few vorns old. “So that’s what babies are called in your culture, he’s so cute.” sumdac coo’s smiling at the baby photo.

“He was the most adorable sparkling, he got most of his features from his late carrier’s coding.”

“… what does that mean in your culture?”

“A human equivalent of a parent figure. We don’t have ‘gender norms’ you humans have, these “gender labels” aren’t relevant when it comes to the carrier and sire coding.” He informs Dr. sumdac, who hums in interest.

“That really is fascinating, here’s a picture of sari when she first got sparkplug. She was so happy to receive him, she didn’t care that he’s a robot dog-.”

Sumdac carried on. Megatron may not have his body yet, but he still has his light… though he might not be forgiven for his latest actions he did 50 stellar cycles ago… but at least his son is safe and sound.

His conjunx would’ve really wanted that, he just wishes he can hear his baby bee’s rambling…

… just once more.

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Just more parental megatron hours.

I still don’t really have anything planned… other than a headcanon that sparkling protoforms can sometimes be separate from regular protoforms? Depending if they want a family… that’s something to work on later-.

I don’t know where I picked that headcanon up? But I’m not complaining, as long as the story makes sense I guess. And with some artists and writers having sparkling’s as hatchlings? It’s an egg pod.