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- Treat You Better
The first time he laid optics on the little Prime he was mesmerized. Not only because of the vibrant red and blue colors or the large chassis that came down to a narrow waist. What truly caught his attention was the fierce look of defiance. Unconditional loyalty to the Autobot’s even when he was kicked out of the Elite Guard. Oh that wasn’t the only despicable thing they’ve done to the cunning Prime.
They even degraded him to a lowly maintenance repair bot when he is far more suited to be a leader! But then again the Autobot’s always overlooked true potential. Megatron could practically feel the rage boiling over in himself.
‘Why?! Why would he allow himself to be scorned when he could be so much more?!’ The question ranged within his helm unable to be ignored. He growled out hating how he couldn’t conceive an answer. Megatron never liked being left to brood over questions and still not have answers. That frustration only increased at the gall of Sentinel Prime belittling the red and blue Prime.
~
Optimus groaned softly to himself as he was seated in front of Ratchet and the rest of his team surrounded him. Ratchet had his arms crossed over his chassis.
“So Optimus tell us why do you let that big chin afthole degrade you?” Ratchet asked as he stared intently at Optimus. Optimus lowered his helm as if he was ashamed to even give an answer.
“I deserve it....” Was his answer as he avoided making optic contact with any of his teammates. Ratchet gave a huff of anger while Prowl stayed silent and Bulkhead gaped at his leader. Bumblebee was the only one who wasn’t going to stay quiet. He was going to make sure that Optimus know what he thought about that!
“That’s a whole lot of slag! You should know that Optimus. Sentinel is just being an afthole because he has a fragging stick up his exhaust pipe!” Bumblebee said while scowling at the mere mention of Sentinel Prime. How he became a Prime no one really knows but they can speculate that it might have to do with his sire being upon the council. But that’s just speculation though given the chance both Ratchet and Bumblebee would bet all the credits they had on this theory being true. Optimus lifted his helm to look at the young scout with a small smile.
“Though I wouldn’t word my sentence the same way,” Prowl began gaining everyone’s attention. “I for one believe Bumblebee is correct to say that Sentinel is just being an idiot who can’t handle being outdone.”
There was a hint of a smirk on Prowl’s faceplate making Optimus smile more. Ratchet clasped a servo over Optimus shoulder giving him a grin.
“Youngling whatever is telling you that you deserve that kinda treatment I’d suggest you stop listening to it. The reason why is because you’re an outstanding leader who has fought against the leader of all the Decpticons! If Sentinel can’t see worth in that then he’d be best not to show his stupid faceplate around us.” Optimus stared at Ratchet overwhelmed with the sense that Ratchet was right. That he shouldn’t allow himself to be put down anymore. But there was that tiny voice that kept trying to worm its way into his processor telling him he was a disgrace. That he didn’t deserve any praises but be scorn. After all he was the reason for Elita’s change and for her leaving the Autobot’s to be a Decpticon.
“Ratchet it’s not that simple.” Optimus whispered out while biting his lower derma. Ratchet frowned at him before sighing.
“Optimus you may think it’s not that simple, but it is. All you have to do is see your worth! Don’t let that slag that Sentinel said or anybot for that matter determine your worth!” Optimus glanced at the others as they all gave nods. Letting out a shaky sigh he spoke again.
“I’ll try..” He looked up at Ratchet’s faceplate that was spread into a smile. He shook his helm with a small chuckle.
“Guess that’s all I’m getting out of ya.” Optimus let himself chuckle at that while nodding slightly. Then they heard the voice of their human friend Sari.
“Sooo what I miss?” She asked while looking up at the Cybertronians. Optimus looked at her with a smile.
“Just Boss bot needing a little talk about self worth.” Bumblebee said while grinning down to the human child. Sari glanced at Optimus with worry then walked to his pede placing her tiny servo on it.
“Hey don’t let yourself be put down!” She said cheerfully with a wide smile. Optimus rolled his optics playfully while smiling.
“Yes Yes I know.” He said.
~ later ~
Optimus and his team were going out to retrieve an Allspark fragment. Of course Sentinel was against the idea of and he quotes “A useless mech who makes nothing but mistakes tag along.”
Thought Sentinel regretted saying that after both Bee and Bulkhead charged at him as Prowl crossed his arms. And Ratchet wasn’t making the situation any better by encouraging Bumblebee and Bulkhead to bring Sentinel down. But he was grateful for them standing up for him. Though they might be just a little overprotective of him. Okay a lot overprotective.
Wait why is he thinking about this while fighting Megatron?! Optimus shook his helm as he dodged Megatron’s swords. Grabbing his axe he parted his pedes while gripping the handle of his axe with both servos. His battle mask already up as he scrutinized Megatron’s movements. His guard up he and Megatron circled around not letting the other out of his sight.
Then in a brief moment they stilled, but as quickly as the silence loomed it quickly disappeared as both mechs lunged at each other. Optimus at a disadvantage of both stature and battle experience had to even the ground by utilizing the surrounding area to his best. It was times like these he was grateful for his smaller frame as he could twist and turn easier in the surrounding forest. While Megatron had no other choice but to literally cut down everything in his path. Optimus also knew the area they were in relatively well so that also helped him by a large margin.
He ducked behind a thick tree listening for the sound of jet engines and the sound of heavy pede steps. It took only a moment to hear both those sounds to know Megatron was here. He clenched the handle to his axe tighter as he slowly peered from behind the tree at Megatron’s large frame. He did have to admit with Megatron’s pewter grey and black accent armor he stood out like a sore thumb (as the humans have said). Megatron’s back was faced to him so he could use his grapplers and looped them around his pedes. It seemed worth the shot so he aimed at Megatron’s pedes but stopped as that deep voice spoke.
“Little Prime why don’t you join me?” The question hung in the air. Optimus felt his optics widen slightly as he was both dumbfounded and appalled at the question and what it implied. Megatron didn’t seem deterred at no answer though it was understandable he wasn’t.
“Your wasted on the likes of the Autobots. Not just that but I’ve heard Sentinel Prime has the gall to belittle you when he hasn’t even faced one of us Decpticons.” Megatron’s voice for some odd reason dripped with venom at the designation of Sentinel. Optimus took a gulp as he went back to aiming his grapplers at Megatron’s pedes.
“I’ve also heard of that horrible.....incident.” Megatron purposefully paused before he said the last word. Of course he wouldn’t be letting the little Prime know how he had attained such information.
Optimus froze at the sentence his processor trying to come to a solution on how he knew about Archa Seven. He bit his lower derma.
If he knew that what else could the Warlord know of the Autobots. That wasn’t the only thing the Decpticon leader had to say though apparently.
“Why don’t you come to my side? Me and my Decpticons would treat you with the respect you rightfully deserve.” The way he worded this sentence made it sound he was being sincere but no matter what he said Optimus would never join his cause or his side. No not even if his spark depended on it.