Hurt/comfort Megarod (past Dratchetrod)
Most nights on the Lost Light were peaceful. The crew busy drinking away at Swerve's or deep in recharge leaving the halls mostly empty. Tonight however, something disturbed that perfectly crafted peace.
Hidden deep away into the ship's core far from view sat the ship's captain. In the red mech's arms was a wiggling shape. High pitched cries escaping their tiny voice box while they kicked out with tiny limbs. Any other day Rodimus would have greeted the birth of a sparkling with joy, instead he grieved.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" Choked sobs bubbled up in Rodimus's intake. Optics tightly shut to the point of hurting as he held the sparkling close. "Please forgive me..."
Why did this have to happen? Was Primus punishing him, like he wasn't already punished enough. Still Rodimus couldn't help but look down at the tiny shape. Blue optics met gold followed by gentle whines. Despite the ache in his spark, Rodimus couldn't help but give a tearful smile.
"Hey you" Carefully adjusting his grip on the sparkling, Rodimus's smile grew as he watched the once scrunched up face soften. "Carrier didn't mean to make you cry. I'm sorry, little spark"
Quiet, confused squeaks escaped the sparkling as they continued to look up at their creator. Tiny servos waving lazily as faint waves of comfort leaked into their field. They weren't sure why their carrier was upset or why his field was heavy with guilt and sorrow. They just wanted love and attention.
Letting out a sigh, Rodimus would pull his sparkling closer before nuzzling his nose on top his bittie's helm. Smile growing on his lips as he heard a faint purr. Primus, it was spark melting.
"Rodimus?" A second voice suddenly caught the captain's attention. Heavy footsteps growing closer with each passing nano-klick.
Protectively Rodimus wrapped his arms tighter around his sparkling, as he shakily got to his pedes. Thighs still stained with energon as he wobblily turned to face the intruder. He knew he looked like a mess but he can worry about appearances once he was sure they were safe.
Turning the corner a huge figure stood out in the dimly light room. Red optics glinting like rubies, simply scanning both carrier and sparkling in an eerie silence. After a few long moment did Megatron finally speak.
"Out of all things I was expecting. A sparkling wasn't one of them" Lowering himself onto one knee Megatron reached out, EM field calm and welcoming.
Swallowing hard Rodimus took a few shaky steps closer. Once close enough he allowed his co-captain to pull him into a hug. Tears quickly came flooding back as a wave emotions washed over his spark all at once.
"I-I didn't mean- I'm so sorry!" Rodimus wheeped. While he sobbed he loosened his grip on his sparkling, being mindful not to crush them between their frames. "Do you hate me...?"
Megatron just softly sighed, large servos carefully tracing soothing pattens on golden spoiler fins. He already knew the truth it was obvious that the sparkling wasn't his. White and red plaiting with a ambulance alt-mode, he knew who was the true sires. Yet there wasn't any hate in his spark.
"Of course not" Megatron pressed a gentle kiss onto Rodimus's helm. "Are you both alright?" His optics then drifted towards the sparkling once more.
Nodding Rodimus would snuggle closer. His once buzzing EM field slowly become gentle waves the longer it mingled with his partner's. He didn't deserve this kind of love. "Mm, a bit sore but we're okay"
Giving a pleased hum the grey mech carefully removed one servo. He pulled out a cleaning rag from his sub-space, optics still focused on the bittie. Megatron couldn't help but smile as two bright golden optics started up at him blankly. He can't remember the last time he saw a new-spark this close, one where creators didn't hazily keep them hidden from him out of fear.
"Use this for your thighs" Megatron softly spoke as he handed over the cleaning rag to Rodimus. He didn't miss how the red mech flinched when their servos brushed together, likely out of worry he would retaliate. He didn't blame Rodimus. "I could hold them while you clean up"
"Okay but only for a little bit" Swallowing his nerves he slowly and gently handed his sparkling to Megatron. Spark bubbling with anxiety as he watched his bittie's face start to scrunch up. He knew it was a normal response to not feeling their creator's field, yet his coding screamed at him to keep his sparkling close. Shaking his helm Rodimus quickly began to use the rag to clean his thighs, the sooner he was clean the sooner they can go to the medibay.
"I know you're not happy, little warrior" Letting a gentle coo, Megatron used a digit to lightly pet the sparkling's helm. His smile growing when tiny whines turned into quiet chirps. "But you need to brave, even when you can't see your carrier"
After a few moments the white and red sparkling gave happy squeaks, their own field lightly buzzing with comfort and joy. For a new spark they were clearly a observant and confident one, they clearly had their carrier's boldness. Megatron just hoped that boldness wouldn't turn into brashness's once they got older. They did come from a family of the most stubborn mechs on this ship.
Turning his gaze back to Rodimus, Megatron gave a chuckle as he carefully handed the sparkling back to their carrier. "I have to ask, my curiosity is too great. What did you name them?"
Looking down at his sparkling Rodimus gave a fond smile. "I was thinking, Mistral" He then used a digit to lightly brush against his bittie's cheek. "Since well, I think it suits her"
"I agree" Despite there still being more to talk about it, Megatron knew now wasn't the time or place. Right now he needed to get both Rodimus and Mistral safe and looked over by a medic. One hopefully not their sire. "Come on, you both must be exhausted"
"Noo, I can still walk" Rodimus grumbled as he was scouped up into the grey mech's arms.
Megatron just smirked as he walked towards the door. Pride filling his spark as the red mech quickly melted in his arms. "Just rest. Both you and Mistral can take a quick nap while I walk us to the medbay. Primus knows you deserve it"
"Okay, but you better promise not drop us" As grumblings slowly turned into yawns, Rodimus carefully made sure to keep Mistral close. His sparkling already beginning to drift off into recharge.