Femme Fatal (Part Two)
Title: Femme Fatal (Part Two)
Author: Rosieknight
Rating: PG-13 for implications
Characters: Megatron, Optimus
Universe: G1 cartoon, with elements of IDW for Megatron's past and headcrest.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Megatron's reaction the next morning.
He ached all over.
At first, Megatron couldn't remember why. His last clear, believable memory was attending testing of his latest weapon to destroy the Autobots. Then, pain.
Surely he was in either in the Nemesis' medbay or his private quarters.
He should activate his optics and find out.
He didn't want to.
An odd feeling of dread shivered through his frame. Whatever had occurred after the weapon testing, Megatron didn't want to face it. Not yet.
On-lining his optics would make whatever happened real, not some fantasy borne of inferior energon and a restless CPU.
Bah! He was Megatron, Lord of the Decepticons! He feared nothing!
Megatron activated his optics and almost immediately de-activated them again.
There was only one place on Earth with a ceiling that particularly obnoxious shade of orange. The Ark.
Still, he couldn't have been turned into a femme and asked Prime for temporary sanctuary. Right?
For once hoping that the Autobots had captured him during or after the weapon testing, Megatron glanced down at himself.
No such luck.
His new femme form was real.
The "nightmare" had really happened.
Slag.
What was he going to do now?
Author: Rosieknight
Rating: PG-13 for implications
Characters: Megatron, Optimus
Universe: G1 cartoon, with elements of IDW for Megatron's past and headcrest.
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Megatron's reaction the next morning.
He ached all over.
At first, Megatron couldn't remember why. His last clear, believable memory was attending testing of his latest weapon to destroy the Autobots. Then, pain.
Surely he was in either in the Nemesis' medbay or his private quarters.
He should activate his optics and find out.
He didn't want to.
An odd feeling of dread shivered through his frame. Whatever had occurred after the weapon testing, Megatron didn't want to face it. Not yet.
On-lining his optics would make whatever happened real, not some fantasy borne of inferior energon and a restless CPU.
Bah! He was Megatron, Lord of the Decepticons! He feared nothing!
Megatron activated his optics and almost immediately de-activated them again.
There was only one place on Earth with a ceiling that particularly obnoxious shade of orange. The Ark.
Still, he couldn't have been turned into a femme and asked Prime for temporary sanctuary. Right?
For once hoping that the Autobots had captured him during or after the weapon testing, Megatron glanced down at himself.
No such luck.
His new femme form was real.
The "nightmare" had really happened.
Slag.
What was he going to do now?