The wonderful @tfadi mentioned something about Megatron being crushed between two jealous OPs in a post,, so I thought I might give a go at turning it into a little ficlit thing like they wished could exist. :) We'll see how much I can butcher this one.
They had been living like this for a while now, at least two human weeks. All three of them, together, sharing the same suite.
Things had been, strange, to say the least, since Optimus had split, as some were calling it. No one knew how it was possible or how it had happened, all they knew was that Optimus’s two aspects of his personality had been split from his body to form two separate Optimus Prime’s. One, kind, forgiving, graceful, open minded. was called Optimus. The other, rough, military, single minded, but still somewhat soft, was called Prime.
It was tiring for everyone who knew the Prime, er, Primes, but it was by far more challenging for Megatron. Both bots liked him just as the single Optimus had before, but since there was two of them they had had to work out a system for who got to do what with Megatron when, lest the two halves be at each others throats for his attention. As tiring as it was, Megatron enjoyed the challenge, and the rare moments when both bots got along and everything was peaceful was a real treat.
He was snapped from his thoughts as he received a poke to the side that jolted him back to the present.
“Megatron, do you realize what time it is?” The sparkly eyed Optimus asked up to him from his spot laid out across the birth where Megatron had been sitting and reviewing data pads. He hadn’t heard the bot come over.
Megatron quickly checked his chronometer and his alarms that he usually had to alert him to when he needed to be doing something with one of his lovers. The time was thirteen hundred hours, there were no alarms set to go off, it was supposed to be his rare free time to do as he pleased.
“I apologize, I do not know.” He responded apologetically.
“You promised we would go to the market to find some things for decorating,” he had a slight whimper in his voice.
Megatron winced. Now he remembered. Last night as he was drifting off he had indeed agreed to go to the market with the bot beside him. But he had been so tired that he had forgotten to set his usual alarms.
“I am sorry, I forgot completely, can you forgive me?” Megatron said sympathetically.
“I forgive you. May we still go? There’s still time,” the Prime said hopefully.
A small smile that he couldn’t stop popped up onto his faceplates. Whenever Optimus took up that hopeful look, he couldn’t help himself but smile and say yes to whatever Optimus had asked.
A smile sprung onto Optimus’s face and he clambered off the bed to stand where Megatron soon joined him. This version of the great Prime clasped his hand and started to lead the way towards the door. Although he seemed a bit childish, Megatron knew better. There was still the loyalty and knowledge of a Prime stored within this bot.
As they approached the door it slid open to reveal the other half of Optimus appeared in the doorway.
“Megatron, I apologize for being late, I- I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Prime asked.
“No, of course not. What was it that you needed?” Megatron inquired.
“Megatron and I were just going to go to the market.” Optimus pipped up from his side, sending a glare to the other Prime.
A look of slight surprise, confusion, and some irritation covered Prime’s faceplates.
“Megatron and I had agreed upon this time to spar, is that not correct Megatron?” Prime looked at Megatron for confirmation.
Megatron winced again. Yet again he has forgotten his prior agreement with the Prime. He had indeed agreed to spar with him, they had talked about it early yesterday morning when he had been groggy and still half awake. He needed to stop having conversations when he was half asleep, whether it be morning or not, it was getting him into more trouble than was worth.
“Yes, I did agree to spar with him, at this time.” Megatron chose his tone carefully.
An indignant sound of disbelief came from the Prime beside him at the words. He was in deep slag now.
“He said we would go to the market first so move.” Optimus called.
“Megatron agreed to my proposition yesterday morning. When did he agree to yours?” Prime said back.
Optimus took on a defeated look.
“Last night,” he mumbled.
The defeated look was replaced by one of challenge and defiance.
“But I got to him first so I get to be with him right now. You can go frag yourself for all I care.” Optimus lifted his head in a snobby way.
“That logic makes no sense whatsoever.”
“It would make sense to you if you weren’t so empty helmed.”
A growl escaped Prime and Megatron knew it was the last straw before they resorted to fists to solve the matter. It wouldn’t be the first time. Megatron stepped between the two large mechs quickly so as to keep them from murdering each other.
“Let’s try and be reasonable about thi- oof!”
Megatron had the air knocked from his vents as both Primes crushed him between their frames, trying to get to each other.
“Megatron is mine!” Optimus started.
“He is not. He doesn’t belong to anyone.” Prime retorted.
“Then why does he spend more time with you than me?”
“He does not, he uses his time equally between us. But if he were to choose who to spend more time with it would obviously be with me.”
“He would not. I want to spend today with Megatron!”
“So do I pipsqueak. He’s mine today.”
The mechs started trying to get to each other, causing Megatron to be royally squashed between their bulky frames.
Megatron could barely hold back his dark smirk as he forced the two bots apart and began to reason with them and find a solution.
His plan was working beautifully.
He had earned the trust, the hearts, the want, the need, of both halves of Optimus Prime. Now all he needed was to wrap them a little tighter around his finger before he could initiate the second phase of his plan. To regain control of Cybertron.
