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[TFP] Despicable Me - Chapter Twelve
Aug. 16th, 2021 06:38 ama/n: If one were interested in sobbing to oneself as the author did while writing the last half of this chapter, one might consider listening to “Fate” by Bleak ft Ana Johnsson while reading it. ;)
Despicable Me
Chapter Twelve
Smokescreen loiters inside the conference room, making excuses for why he’s still lingering when anyone asks. Ultra Magnus is the last to go, bent over his datapad with his new assistant – Minimus – hurrying along next to him.
All in all, Smokescreen would call that council meeting a success. Sure it’d been a bit rocky at first, but then it smoothed right out, and they got down to business. A few raised voices, a few revved engines, but no outright shots were fired or fists were thrown.
Maybe this peace is going to hold steady after all.
But that’s not what has Smokescreen lingering. Instead, he’s poking into the corner where he swears he saw Optimus early on, at the beginning of the meeting. There’s nothing here. No paint streaks or footprints or evidence that Optimus had been here at all.
But between the time he saw Optimus before and that weird dream… Smokescreen’s starting to wonder if maybe it’s not all in his head. Is he really seeing Optimus? Is it like an echo of him? A ghost?
Smokescreen gives up. There is no physical evidence here, and if someone walks in on him staring into the corner or at the floor, they’ll probably drag him off to Ratchet for that scan Smokescreen absolutely doesn’t need.
What he doesn’t expect, however, is to find Megatron lurking in the hallway just outside the conference room. He leans against the wall opposite the door, arms crossed over his chassis. Soundwave is usually attached to his hip, and has been since he’s been freed from the medbay’s clutches, but right now, he is nowhere in sight.
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Chapter Twelve
Smokescreen loiters inside the conference room, making excuses for why he’s still lingering when anyone asks. Ultra Magnus is the last to go, bent over his datapad with his new assistant – Minimus – hurrying along next to him.
All in all, Smokescreen would call that council meeting a success. Sure it’d been a bit rocky at first, but then it smoothed right out, and they got down to business. A few raised voices, a few revved engines, but no outright shots were fired or fists were thrown.
Maybe this peace is going to hold steady after all.
But that’s not what has Smokescreen lingering. Instead, he’s poking into the corner where he swears he saw Optimus early on, at the beginning of the meeting. There’s nothing here. No paint streaks or footprints or evidence that Optimus had been here at all.
But between the time he saw Optimus before and that weird dream… Smokescreen’s starting to wonder if maybe it’s not all in his head. Is he really seeing Optimus? Is it like an echo of him? A ghost?
Smokescreen gives up. There is no physical evidence here, and if someone walks in on him staring into the corner or at the floor, they’ll probably drag him off to Ratchet for that scan Smokescreen absolutely doesn’t need.
What he doesn’t expect, however, is to find Megatron lurking in the hallway just outside the conference room. He leans against the wall opposite the door, arms crossed over his chassis. Soundwave is usually attached to his hip, and has been since he’s been freed from the medbay’s clutches, but right now, he is nowhere in sight.
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