You're Not the Only One: Rp with skullpoison
It was certainly quite the situation, Optimus and Megatron side by side as the wall crumbled in front of them. They had no choice but to press on in search of an escape route, and in this particular cavern, tiny mesh-eating, metal-feasting scraplets held their jaws agape waiting for their next meal. But above all, the shared enemies, who now stared beyond each other’s optics, found themselves in need of the other. Megatron had distorted a leg hydraulic in the process of fighting Optimus, and he now limped about like a wounded animal. While the Autobot leader, whose side had been torn open by the Decepticon warmonger, lay against the wall with energon pouring from his gashes.
They locked optics. Crimson to cerulean. Dark to light. Night and day. Optimus nodded, almost in sync with Megatron. A silent truce had formed. The Prime recalled why they were in this mess to begin with, and why they had been fighting so desperately. A message from Cybertron had found its way to Earth. Its voice formed the words ‘Primus…’ and ‘alive’.
But how? Optimus had choked on his thoughts. Believing it to be a Decepticon trap, he called to action his team to investigate. While Megatron, in an attempt to make contact with the voice, followed the signal to this very location, in the ruined capital city of Iacon, where the bots and cons met face to face. An epic throwdown between the outmatched Autobots and relentless Decepticons ensued. Optimus landing punches here and there, Megatron tearing at the Prime’s chest in an attempt to reveal the matrix. It had proven to be a battle for the ages: Metal strewn about, countless vehicons murdered, and gallons of energon spilled. But when the titanium walls around them began to split and shift, the teams scattered. Optimus and Megatron had been locked in a deadly grip when the wall infront of them crumbled. The last sound to hit the Autobot’s audio receptors was Arcee’s panicking vocorder screaming “Optimus!!” Then, silence.
Now, in the moment, Optimus sat with his back to the wall, venting heavily, he relied on his engine to keep him from shutting down. Megatron limped to the opposing wall and did the same, sliding down it like a delinquent school boy, he gave the Prime a wicked expression, twisted in the same way he always looked at Optimus, with disgust. But that soon changed, as his leg twisted ever so slightly to the right, he grabbed it in pain. The Autobot saw this, now he was paying more attention to his former foe.
“Does it hurt?” Optimus gasped, sitting up.
Megatron nodded reluctantly.
The Prime reached into his glove compartment and grabbed a repair kit he had been equipped with before the battle. He had some form of medical training from Ratchet, and he knew if he left Megatron to die he’d never forgive himself.
Cautiously he made his way over to the Decepticon leader and reached out toward his hurt leg.