#dr sumdac

[startheskelaton]

can we get more of Dr Sumdac being a dad to TFA Sparkplug?

no particular reasons, at all,,

I’ve been holding onto this ask for soooo long

This was inspired by that one Indian mom putting a Sari on the family cat

[mossyscavern]

Amusement or… fondness

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Megatron vents silently as he watched the bot’s on the screen.

Ever since he was found without his body, he has been doing a lot of thinking for a long time before the autobots came online. He reminisced about his life, past and present…

… it honestly felt like time has passed quickly since he landed on earth. He calculated every klik to find out how many cycles it takes to count to a stellar cycle.

‘365 cycles to a stellar cycle on this planet, what a very short life span this species… quite intriguing.’ He thinks, shifting his focus back on the screen that held teletran 1, if he can get his non existent servos on those controls he can-.

“--Bumblebee--!!” A shout of an earth creature’s name dragged him away from his thoughts, his functioning optic shifted to both bot’s fighting over something, whatever it was it’s in the hand of the yellow bumbler.

“--Sorry doc, you’ll have to do better than that to catch me--!” He says, dodging and manoeuvring around the medic.

“--Bumblebee if you don’t give me back my tool kit and get back on the med berth, I’m gonna put you in emergency stassis--!!” He shouts, still trying to grab the minibot, said mini only stuck his glossa out with an immature and cheeky smile.

… it was kind of amusing to watch, knowing the autobots aren’t getting much of their work done because of one hyperactive minibot.

“--Miss me! Miss me! Can’t even catch me-EEE--!” The mini known as bumblebee squeals, flying towards the medic and found himself upside down and attached to the medic’s magnetic weapon.

“--You were saying--?” The medic asks, smirking down at the minibot with an arched optic ridge. ‘Bumblebee’ nervously chuckles, before sighing in defeat and handing the medical tool kit to ratchet.

“--Now, will you let me give you that check up--?” The medic asks, arching his optic ridge at the scout. “--No offence doc… I don’t want to take it--.” Bumblebee admits, nervously looking away.

“--Kid, I need to give you this check up. I need to make sure you’re in working order, then I can let you off--.” Bumblebee turns back to ratchet with confusion, arching his optic ridge. “--… no shots--?” He asks, hesitantly.

“--… is this what was all about? You don’t like shots--?” He asks, concern written on his faceplate. “--No, not really--.”

“--Primus kid… ok, tell you what, for every shot-.”

“--No! I don’t want it--!” Bumblebee interrupts, frame shaking uncontrollably.

“--let me finish. For every shot, every energon draw. I’ll get and give you your favourite energon goodie--.” From the screens, megatron saw how bumblebee’s faceplate lit up a little bit when energon goodies came up.

Funnily enough, it kind of reminds him of a sparkling, very cheeky, enthusiastic and yet very sweet when it came to personal matters, lighting up when treats are involved- wait. Why is he comparing a minibot with a sparkling? They’re entirely different.

“--… sooo, you’ll personally get some strawberry alloy every time I take a needle…--?” Bumblebee asks. “--If it makes you feel better? Certainly --.”

The mini scout threw his arms up in the air and ‘whoops’ excitedly, megatron chuckled at the enthusiasm before realising he did it again. ‘What is wrong with me?!’ He wonders, slightly panicking. He isn’t normally like this, not at all!

He’s a warrior, he’s a dictator, heck! He’ll take protoform eater any day! He isn’t some softsparked, pathetic, parental figure wuss-!

His optic widened, looking through his processor’s memory files and pulled out a very familiar image from his bank memory bank. The time where sumdac was fixing the area on the back of his helm.

With that image in his helm, he commed Dr sumdac and waited for the human to eventually answer… hopefully said human isn’t in an important meeting-.

“—yes? Who is it—?” He hears from the comms. “Dr sumdac, I may have a solution as to… what, you have activated when trying to fix my sight in my optic lenses.” He tells him, hearing a sigh of relief from the other end.

“—That’s fantastic news! Is it important or a struggle for you—?”

“That’s the thing doctor….” Megatron pauses taking a deep vent as he trying to calm himself down.

“What you activated was meant to be dormant in my frame, reactivating it should’ve be near impossible… yet you of all beings achieved it.” He tells the human, trying to keep his tone calm as one can be.

“—that, would be interesting if I knew what I had done, mind telling me what I did—?” Sumdac asks.

“… you reactivated my parental protocol.”

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Ok, this is a sort of different au… but it’s part of the parental franchise.

An au of an au, sort of, it’s from an idea I had in a series that I… kind of forgot and neglected to finish. (Lost and found, part: 1 and part 2 just click on the numbers) [… god I need to finish that fic.] this au of an au is called: kidnap to adopt.

Or the other way around, either way! It’s a series where megatron not only straight up kidnaps bee but is also signing adoption papers too. It’s a working progress but it’s been on my mind for about… a few weeks give or take.

Now then, we got two out of three (… maybe more?) options for the kidnap to adopt au!

G1 megatron: where it’s just the g1 show but he wants to adopt bumblebee as his heir cause he saw potential and maybe a little bit of himself in him.

And recently TFA megatrons: where Dr sumdac accidentally reactivated megatron’s dormant parental protocols and is actively treating bumblebee like a sparkling.

[mossyscavern]

Moon will sing a song about me, I still love you, like the earth.

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“Here he is! Your egg pod.”

Megatron looked over his conjunx’s helm, seeing the egg pod her spark had chosen. “Quite small don’t you think?” He asks her. “I’m sure, it’s what shutter chose.” The nurse bot says, confidently.

“Isn’t it great! Your own sparkling to look after.” She says excitedly, his conjunx hugging the pod close.

“Let’s see your designation little one.” She told it softly, turning it over to find the designation number. “Here it is! B-127, the number of many.” Shutter smiles brightly, servo on top of the pod as it glowed just as bright.

“Do you want to hold him?” Shutter asks, holding out b-127.

“… are you sure I’m to be trusted with this task? My servos are too big to hold something so fragile.” He tells her, looking down his servos before she placed her own servo on his upper restarlueus.

“You’re his sire d-16. And he really wants to meet you. He trusts you.”

With those words and her guiding servos, held out his own servos and held the object in the palm of it watching it glow softly in his own. “… what’d you think?” The nurse femme asks, tilting her helm.

“It’s tiny… I love it.” He says with a goofy smile on his faceplate. Making her snort at the smile. “She knew you’d like him.” The nurse says patting him on his shoulder guard.

“I always will…”

“… I’ve always have.”

Megatron told himself, staring at the monitor as he watched his now grown up baby bee gaming with his human friend.

The warlord wished he can just take bumblebee with him and fly off with the rest of his decepticons, leave the autobots to their misery on this mud ball of a planet… that’s just wishful thinking.

He’s just a head, in an organic’s laboratory stuck in a humiliating charade as an ‘autobot.’ How these creatures managed to survive being lied to is beyond his comprehension.

He guesses he can be persuasive… but this seems way too easy-. “Megatron? Is there a reason you’re spying on my daughter?” Sumdac asks.

“Hm…? I’m not. I’m keeping an optic on my son.” He told the scientist simply. “Oh! You’re a father too?” He asks surprised by this information from megatron. “Indeed. I do have a life outside of… autobot honour.”

Megatron hesitates, he really hates saying that… but if it gets sumdac off his case then so be it. “That’s wonderful how we have that in common! Which one’s yours?” He asks, megatron shifts his optic back to the screen.

Taking note that the others autobots have arrived as well. “… you see the yellow scout there?” Megatron queries, shifting his optic back to sumdac. “Yes, I do. That’s my daughter is friend, he’s yours?”

“If I could I’d nod my helm. But yes indeed. He is my son.” He told sumdac, amused by sumdac’s positive reaction to the information.

“Remarkable! My daughter, your son! Our kids wouldn’t believe it! Both their fathers, just as much of a friendship as our kids! Amazing.”

Megatron said nothing, looks back at the monitor and saw both sumdac’s daughter and his son bumblebee celebrating a type of victory, high fives each other long before doing odd moves to show their victory.

Megatron couldn’t… but he can feel a smile on his non existent face when he saw how happy they are, complete agreement with sumdac’s statement.

“It is… it really is such an amazing thing.”

“Do you have any baby photos?” Sumdac asked, hopeful. “In what kind of world… would I not have any sparkling photos of my own son?”

Megatron smirks to himself, switching the monitor to a picture of when bumblebee was a few vorns old. “So that’s what babies are called in your culture, he’s so cute.” sumdac coo’s smiling at the baby photo.

“He was the most adorable sparkling, he got most of his features from his late carrier’s coding.”

“… what does that mean in your culture?”

“A human equivalent of a parent figure. We don’t have ‘gender norms’ you humans have, these “gender labels” aren’t relevant when it comes to the carrier and sire coding.” He informs Dr. sumdac, who hums in interest.

“That really is fascinating, here’s a picture of sari when she first got sparkplug. She was so happy to receive him, she didn’t care that he’s a robot dog-.”

Sumdac carried on. Megatron may not have his body yet, but he still has his light… though he might not be forgiven for his latest actions he did 50 stellar cycles ago… but at least his son is safe and sound.

His conjunx would’ve really wanted that, he just wishes he can hear his baby bee’s rambling…

… just once more.

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Just more parental megatron hours.

I still don’t really have anything planned… other than a headcanon that sparkling protoforms can sometimes be separate from regular protoforms? Depending if they want a family… that’s something to work on later-.

I don’t know where I picked that headcanon up? But I’m not complaining, as long as the story makes sense I guess. And with some artists and writers having sparkling’s as hatchlings? It’s an egg pod.

The protoform stasis pods are in a shape of an egg to provide more protection for the protoform in my headcanon. That part will probably change…