Rare Pairing's challenge
Pairing Wanted: Optimus Prime/Megatron
Rating Wanted: Any
What scene do you want to see? 2007 movie-verse, Megatron and Optimus Prime in the days of peace on Cybertron, both as young mechs exploring the haunted armoury/library/you choose. As long as it's got some local story about how haunted it is and they're in it exploring and possibly exploring each other, it's good.
Three things you want in your story: Creepy things, Optimus and Megatron not being enemies yet, the young Megatron not being quite as sure of himself as he'd like to think he is.
Three things you do NOT want in your story: BDSM, sticky.
Title: A Haunted Story
Pairing: young Megagron/Optimus
Rating: PG
Author Note: I hope this is ok, it's un beta'd due to my lack of Net access at home. For that I'm sorry. Please excuse the lack of pre Movieverse settings, did my best. I based the ghost story on one I remember reading in jr high and it stuck with me.
It should have been longer but life got in my way, gave it my best and I enjoyed the pairing.
The library on Cybertron wasn’t what one would expect, it was a mix of electronic books and data files. Room after vast room of collected histories and rare treasures. It was open to any and all seeking knowledge and on one particular night to two young mech’s. Optimus and Megatron, before they became the respective leaders of their factions, on this night they we’re simply two younglings studying their lessons. Under the watchfull eye of Jetfire, who despite his cranky apperance had a soft CPU. Night was falling, as lights winked on over the stacks and tables, Jetfire went in search of his two charges. Mumbling and shuffling among the rows, he found the two seated among a pile of cushions. A huge,old dusty tome between them. “Look what we found!” Exclaimed Optimus, “Yeah it’s a spooky story. Read it to us please.” Said Megatron with a shy glance around, he didn’t want anyone knowing he still feared the darkness. “Alright just one story and than it’s time to leave, I suppose you’ve done enough studying for one day.” Jetfire eased his long, spindly frame between the two and picked up the book.
Opening to the first page he began to read, it was a story about a haunted mech-cat named Ravage who appeared every night to a cursed mech named Shockwave. Who was rumored was a powerfull spell caster. Prevaer of dark energy, the likes of which hadn’t been seen since the days of the Fallen. Thunder rumbled in the distance and Megatron ever so slowly creeped over to sit next to Optimus. Who was so engrossed in the story, he didn’t notice the other’s approach. “Than what happened?” Megatron asked, now seated shoulder to shoulder with Optimus. Jetfire glance down, favoring the two with a twich of his bead. “Well I don’t rightly know” he drawled out, “this next piece may be too scary for your young CPU’s. Perhaps we should skip it.” He said beginging to shut the book.
No no keeping going” both younglings begged, apperances aside they wanted to hear more. “As you wish than” Jetfire said. “So Ravage appeared every night at the window of Shockwave’s house, scratching and clawing the glass. Making large gashes in the panes and knashing his steel teeth. Just before disappearing he would wisper “sopdoll”. Than vanish in a peal of thunder, leaving the spell caster quaking in his struts till dawn.”
An immense clap of thunder rattled the window glass and the room plunged into darkness, the two mech’s jumped into each other’s arms for comfort. Huddling close to Jetfire, waiting for the security lights to come on. “I’ll be right back, you two stay put” Jetfire said as he walked a short distance to the information desk to collect a book light. In his absence, Megatron stole a quick kiss from Optimus. Just one and quick as heat lightneing. There and gone, the two rested their helms together fingers interlaced. “Looks like we’ll be stuck here for a few more hours, till they get the lighting fixed and can let us out. In the mean time how about I finish the story than we all get some recharge time in.” Jetfire settled back down, light resting on a bony black knee cap. In the flickering glow of the bulb he finished the story, mindfull of the way his two charges nested together. Drawing strength from their shared bond and enjoyment of the story he was telling.