TF: Promise

[wildernesstales]

Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairing: Megatron/Ratchet
Summary: At the end of a battle, Megatron singles out a mech he finds intriguing.
Warnings: Decepticon violence
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For thetf_speedwriting Wednesday, 14th July prompt 2 – Orgasmatron by Motorhead
Feedback makes friends.  Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.  
Prompt: 2
Time: 30 minutes
 

Megatron surveyed the landscape beneath him; buildings broken and burning, mechs littering the streets.
“Enough.  Decepticons, regroup.” They’d razed the town to the ground, captured those inhabitants that were useful to the Decepticon cause and killed the rest.  He ran his optics along the line of prisoners, lingering on an all white frame with red accents.

“Who are you?” He demanded, flying down and landed next to the mech, a medic he determined, by the crosses on his shoulders.
“What’s it to you?” The mech snapped, turning his attention to the mech next to him, checking his injuries.  Megatron seethed.  No mech ignored him.  Grabbing the mech by the arm, he forced him to face him.
“Your name.” He growled.
“Ratchet.” The medic didn’t seem cowed by Megatron, something the self-proclaimed warlord found intriguing.
“You will come with me.”
“Frag that.” Ratchet tried to pull his arm away, but Megatron’s grip was too strong.
“Come with me and I will let you help them.”
“You promise?” The medic sounded hopeful, looking up at Megatron.
“I do.” Megatron nodded, crimson optics flashing as the medic nodded, stepping out of the line and standing next to Megatron.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“You promised me!” Came the howl.
“And you believed me.” Megatron sneered, back-handing Ratchet round the face.  The medic stumbled backwards, catching himself on the berth.
“I told you that you would help them, and you are.”
“Helping them?  All I’m doing is fixing them so you can send them out to fight your battles for you!” This wasn’t the first time they’d had this particular argument.  And Megatron doubted it would be the last; his medic was rather headstrong and argumentative, despite the various punishments he had been subjected to.
“So you are helping them.” Megatron reiterated.  Ratchet slumped against the berth.
“You lied to me.” He muttered.
“I didn’t lie.”
“You promised me.” His argument was getting weaker.  Megatron hadn’t actually promised anything, merely led Ratchet into believing he’d made a promise.
“I never promised anything Ratchet.” He stepped closer, smoothing over the mark he’d made on the medic’s cheek.  Despite himself, Ratchet leant into the more gentle touch.
“Be brave my medic, we will win this war.” He promised, leaning in to kiss Ratchet.
 

Comments

[ultharkitty.livejournal.com]

I really like the way you hint at a far larger story with this. :D