Lol imagine that like when some transformer bonds to a human or maybe somehow a human becomes their Conjunx Endura, they can feel each other's emotions and pain alike.
And imagine when the Autobots bonded to their human find out that humans get random pain pangs all over their body but humans are so used to it that they don't notice for a while and if they do notice they just brush it off as nothing.
Optimus enjoying finally some peace and quiet, following Cade around as he has nothing better to do and since his Conjunx doesn't mind then why not.
That is until Optimus starts to feel a very sharp pain in his side, he quickly looks over where Cade is doing his things but.. he doesn't seem really bothered.
After the lain doesn't stop for a while he finally speaks up.
"My star, are you in pain?" Optimus asks, this sharp pang in his side is not lessening.
Cade looks up, processes the question before huffing. "Yeah, but it just happens, don't worry."
Optimus stares at him as Cade starts to do his thing again. 'It just happens?' Optimus can't put in words what he feels right now.
And something tells him that the 'it just happens' is very frequent thing and he doesn't know how to help him.
And that proved to be right after it happening over and over again, whenever the pain is in the head, side, leg, arm. It doesn't matter where, but it always is there.
The same happens to Mirage when he feels very sharp panging pain in his head and side.
It happens to ironhide and Bumblebee alike too.
The Autobots don't know how to help and it's driving them crazy and whenever they ask their humans on why it happens, their answer is always the same:
Absorbing the heat from the sun is an incredibly important part of a flight-frame's daily activities!
Lennox has never worked with one up until being transferred to the TRF and having to alongside Megatron. Both Cade and Simmons seem to be information magnets that somehow figure stuff out before Lennox does (despite him having worked with the transformers for much longer).
Though, he's far more concerned with Cade being so nonchalant with Megatron (yk the guy who destroyed an entire city, tried to transport cybertron to earth via space bridge, and is known to view humans as insects) taking a peaceful catnap in the middle of the junkyard.
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Megatron being sleepy is just one of my fav things to draw. Compile that onto my au where he doesn't get much recharge anyways. He'd probably prefer napping where there AREN'T autobots roaming around constantly, but you take what you can get.
Warning: this post was created in collaboration with my friend who is studying to become a doctor, so there are unpleasant descriptions. If you are sensitive to themes of blood, pain and body horror, better not read (I'm serious guys, this is not for the soul of a delicate organization. I love you, so I warn you)
1. Infection.
As I wrote in the previous post, the first stage is essentially the easiest. It is more of a cultural aspect and tradition, in which the Cybertronian gets consent from the person (or other organic being) of his choice. (In my opinion, the process of cyberforming representatives of organic species was formed during the time of Cybertron's space expansions. And although not many representatives underwent this, the tradition was recorded and accepted).
It is assumed that the Cybertronian knows the person well in order to guide him through this process. To some extent, the organic must be "worthy" of this, for outstanding deeds this can be either a desire to fight on the side of the Cybertronian, or simply unique skills such as intelligence, leadership, courage and much more. It is considered strange to make a complete stranger a part of your people.
The Cybertronian hides his question about joining with something that is probably of interest to his friend. Having received consent, he acts, starting to treat the person with food, in which nanites are added.
– Nanites in the infection stage are aimed at infecting bone marrow (various hematopoietic shoots)
– Capture by the human immune system (then the body does not perceive nanites as foreign particles, it perceives them as parts of itself)
– The blood shows a picture of acute leukemia (while the immune system and bone marrow are absorbing and capturing it)
2. The first stage.
At this stage, everything is quite harmless, in fact, the person does not feel any negative reactions from what is happening to him. The person may not realize that in principle something has changed.
The Cybertronian who is taking his friend through this becomes more protective, monitors the proper nutrition and sleep patterns of the ward. He also informs other willing Cybertronians (not enemies, but allies, of course) that they can participate by donating their nanites (besides, it looks less suspicious that several bots are taking care of their human friend).
The person noticeably feels healthier and more active, since the nanites improve the body for the subsequent stages. This is necessary so that there are no negative consequences for the health of the new body. This stage can last from 2-3 months, depending on the state of health of the person.
— Blood will be normal (the picture of acute leukemia disappears) + improvement of well-being (masking)
— Autoimmune diseases and other illnesses no longer bother a person, nanites work to improve the body. A person can be faster and more active during this period.
— Decreased hormone levels, minus vitamins and macronutrients
— Disappearance of menstruation
3. The second stage.
At this stage, the person begins to feel the effects of nanites on their body. The person still retains mobility, but may feel discomfort and tire quickly. During this period, care from a fellow Cybertronian is especially appreciated, as the person thinks that he is sick. Cybertronians give metals and energon, carefully hiding or disguising them (necessary for further development).
It is obvious that deterioration in health can be noticed by other people who are not very connected with Cybertronians, attempts at outside help will be perceived slightly negatively (an understatement). The Transformer knows what is happening and will be against human doctors trying to treat it, so they become more aggressive, territorial. They claim that they are able to help their ally and drive human doctors away so that their actions are not revealed.
The person spends most of the time at the base under the care of his Cybertronian friend. He usually tries to carefully prepare the person for the last painful stage, calming him down in various ways and preparing a comfort zone.
– Fatigue, weakness, lethargy, headaches appear (asthenic syndrome)
– Spark formation - damage to the heart and chest
– The first stage of cyberforming the brain into a processor
– Pain in the heart area and pain in the joints
– Potassium and calcium (rest in peace)
– Change in diet (distortion of taste preferences) + lack of urination
– There is practically no blood under the microscope.
4. The final stage (Body Horror).
At this stage, the Cybertronian usually isolates the person from other representatives of his species in a safe, closed and comfortable place. Due to the pain, the person is immobile, lying down most of the time. Obviously, he is afraid, reaches out to the one who provides him with comfort and is completely dumbfounded. The Cybertronians continue to give metals and energon, which are necessary for the human body at this stage (human food is no longer suitable and is not given).
Around this time, the cyberforming person begins to think that everything is happening in a strange sequence. People who stand out for their intelligence and logic usually understand what is happening at the second stage, this can lead to a quarrel with a friend and subsequent resignation to the situation (the process cannot be reversed).
The person does not have the strength to fight what is happening, he completely needs care and depends on the Cybertronian. People who are not close to the Cybertronians obviously keep their distance from them, so as not to injure either them or the cyberforming ones. The person "magically" disappears from the public eye, so to speak.
— Cramps, joint pain, fever
— Mental disorders (phantom sensations)
— Cyberformation of the intestinal tube (intestines, esophagus, etc.), teeth, the second stage of transformation of the brain into a processor.
— The exit of unnecessary organs through organs through natural openings, what cannot exit is devoured by nanites and divided into necessary elements (minus: liver, kidneys, pancreas and much more). The skin changes color.
— Vision problems appear due to the formation of the processor (cyberformation in optics)
— By this stage, the person is blind, deaf and dumb (a doctor friend said that the person goes crazy from this, so the Cybertronians rush to transfer the person to another place for the last stage)
5. Pre-bot (already practically a transformer).
The person is moved to a safe, protected area under the supervision of Cybertronian doctors, where there are all the necessary materials for the final stage. As a rule, the person does not remember this stage, he is in a state of sleep, very comfortable. Under the care and attention of doctors, he has nothing to fear.
Although there may be a kind of competition between Cybertronians (up to a fight), who exactly will be the subsequent guardian of the cyberformed. Even someone who did not donate their nanites can become a guardian, but this is usually not allowed (a person must trust his guardian, so that later it is easier to integrate into the society of bots).
- Moving a person into an environment saturated with energon, in the process a flask with energon + cybertronian metals are added (if they are absent - earthly alternatives)
- Exoskeleton growth, armor formation (flasks change during growth)
- Formation of the body according to the individual characteristics of the future Cybertronian (considered "forged")
- Completion of the formation of the brain module, processor (Completion of all processes of cyberformation of organs. Eyes = Optics, Ears = Audio sensors, etc.)
- Safe incubation
- The person does not remember the stage of blindness, deafness, dumbness and the feeling of discomfort from the process.
Awakening:
– The cyberformed one wakes up when he becomes a full-fledged bot, the first one he sees will be his guardian (Here, as with ducklings, the first parent, friend, relative seen. The main thing is that the person mostly trusts this Cybertronian, then the process of integration and socialization into the society of bots is simpler).
You're Sam Witwicky's big sister and you go with him and Mikeala when they're taken by Sector Seven.
There you meet William Lennox.
You knew something was wrong the second the black SUVs showed up.
Not wrong in a vague, uneasy way—wrong in a sharp, immediate, this is about to get worse kind of way.
Sam was talking too fast. Mikaela was gripping your arm like she didn’t trust the ground not to disappear beneath her. And you—older, supposedly wiser—you were trying to hold it together, even as men in suits surrounded you like you were already guilty of something.
“Ma’am, you need to come with us.”
That wasn’t a request.
You didn’t fight it. Not because you trusted them—but because Sam looked at you, wide-eyed and panicking, and you couldn’t make it worse for him.
So you went.
Sector Seven didn’t feel real.
It felt like stepping into a place that wasn’t meant to exist—sterile hallways, armed guards, people who spoke like they knew more than they were saying and enjoyed it.
You stayed close to Sam the entire time, your hand brushing his arm every few seconds like you needed to remind both of you that you were still there.
And then there was Simmons.
You didn’t like him immediately.
There was something about the way he looked at you—like you were an inconvenience. Like you were in the way of something important.
“Well,” he said, pacing in front of you, “this is just fantastic. Civilians. Children, practically. Do you have any idea what kind of situation you’ve stumbled into?”
“Do you?” you shot back before you could stop yourself.
Sam glanced at you like please don’t, but it was too late.
Simmons smiled, thin and sharp. “You might want to watch your tone.”
“And you might want to stop talking to us like we’re idiots.”
That did it.
His expression hardened, stepping closer—too close, voice dropping. “You are in a classified facility, under my authority. I suggest you remember that.”
“And I suggest you back up.”
The voice didn’t belong to you.
It came from behind him—steady, controlled, and carrying just enough weight to make the room shift.
Simmons turned, irritation already forming, but it faltered slightly when he saw who it was.
You followed his gaze.
Captain William Lennox didn’t look impressed.
There was nothing overtly aggressive about him—no raised voice, no dramatic movement—but the way he stood there, shoulders squared, eyes locked on Simmons like he’d already decided how far this would go… it said enough.
“They’re civilians,” Lennox said. “You don’t get to talk to them like that.”
Simmons scoffed. “I’ll handle this however I—”
“No,” Lennox cut in, calm but firm. “You won’t.”
Silence stretched between them.
Then Simmons exhaled sharply through his nose, stepping back just enough to make it clear he wasn’t going to push it further.
“Fine,” he muttered. “They’re your problem.”
He walked off, muttering under his breath.
You hadn’t realized how tense you were until he was gone.
“Hey,” Lennox said, his tone shifting immediately as he looked at you. Softer. “You okay?”
You nodded, even though your heart was still beating a little too fast. “Yeah. Thanks.”
He studied you for a second—like he was making sure that was actually true—before giving a small nod.
“Stick close,” he said. “Things are… complicated right now.”
That was one way to put it.
Complicated didn’t even begin to cover it.
By the time the Decepticons hit, everything dissolved into chaos.
Gunfire. Explosions. The ground shaking beneath your feet.
You’d never felt fear like that before—sharp and overwhelming, clawing up your spine as everything around you turned into something out of a nightmare.
“Stay behind me!” Lennox shouted, grabbing your arm and pulling you down as something massive tore through the structure above you.
You didn’t argue.
You couldn’t.
Because he was already moving—guiding you, shielding you, positioning himself between you and anything that looked remotely like danger.
“Sam!” you shouted, twisting to look for your brother.
“He’s with Epps!” Lennox said. “He’s covered!”
You had to trust that.
You didn’t have a choice.
Another explosion rocked the ground, and before you could react, Lennox’s hand was at your waist—pulling you in, forcing you to move with him as debris crashed down where you’d been standing seconds before.
“Eyes on me,” he said, voice firm, grounding. “Stay with me, alright?”
You nodded, breath coming fast. “Okay.”
“Good.”
There was something about the way he said it—like he believed you would, like he trusted you to hold it together—that made the panic ease just a fraction.
“Hey,” he added, quieter now as he checked your face again. “You’re doing good.”
You almost laughed at that.
Almost.
Another blast echoed in the distance, snapping both of you back into motion.
But as he moved, he didn’t let go.
Didn’t let you drift.
Every step, every shift—it was like he was anchored to you, making sure you stayed standing no matter what the world threw at you.
At one point, you stumbled—just for a second, just enough—
And he caught you instantly.
His hand tightened at your waist, the other coming up to steady your shoulder.
“I’ve got you,” he said.
You looked up at him, breathless. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he said, softer now, something real slipping through the cracks of all the adrenaline. “I’ve got you.”
For a moment, everything else faded.
The noise. The chaos. The fear.
It was just him.
Just the way his eyes stayed on yours like you were something worth protecting.
“Call me William,” he said suddenly.
You blinked. “What?”
“William,” he repeated, a faint, almost crooked smile touching his mouth despite everything happening around you. “If we’re doing this, feels weird to keep it formal.”
Something in your chest shifted.
“Okay,” you said softly. “William.”
The way he looked at you then—
It lingered.
Even as the world crashed back in around you.
When it was over, it didn’t feel real.
The silence was the worst part.
After everything—the noise, the destruction, the fear—the quiet felt… wrong.
You stood there, arms wrapped around yourself, trying to process it all. Sam was safe. Mikaela too. That should have been enough.
But your heart was still racing like it hadn’t caught up yet.
“Hey.”
You turned.
William was walking toward you, his uniform marked with dirt and wear, but otherwise… steady. Solid. Like he hadn’t just walked through hell.
“You alright?” he asked.
You nodded, even though your voice didn’t quite cooperate. “Yeah. I think so.”
He stopped in front of you, close—but not overwhelming.
For a second, neither of you said anything.
Then—
His hand came up, fingers brushing your jaw gently, like he was checking you were really there.
You stilled.
His other hand found your waist, grounding you, steady and warm.
“Hey,” he murmured, softer now. “You’re okay.”
Something about the way he said it—like he needed to believe it just as much as you did—made your chest tighten.
“Yeah,” you whispered. “I am.”
His thumb traced lightly along your jaw, his gaze flicking between your eyes like he was searching for something.
Maybe permission.
Maybe confirmation.
You didn’t pull away.
That was all he needed.
He kissed you.
It wasn’t rushed. Wasn’t messy or desperate like everything else had been.
It was firm. Intentional.
Grounding.
Like he was anchoring both of you back into something real after everything that had just happened.
Your hand came up instinctively, curling into the fabric of his shirt, holding on.
When he pulled back, his forehead hovered just slightly closer than before, his breath still warm against your skin.
“You scared the hell out of me,” he admitted quietly.
You let out a soft, shaky laugh. “Pretty sure it was mutual.”
