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Foul Attitudes

~(Y/N)'s POV~

     I was parading around as Wildstryke, finding my human lifestyle boring at the time, so I made a visit to Bucket-head. While I dislike the attention, I like his attitude and how he takes no scrap from anyone. I was having second thoughts when the door to the front of the ship opened before I even got there.

         "Not a good time Wildstryke." Starscream hissed.

         "I was thinking 'bout heading back anyway... What's eat'n at him?"

         "Prime, as usual, though this time it's not something even you can fix."

Thinking for a bit, I realized just how much I wanted to prove "tall-slim-and-lanky" wrong, but now wasn't a good time to do so. I wanted to live to see tomorrow.

         "I'll just say 'hi' to Sound then, I'm already here."

Nodding, the seeker left, and I entered, being met with a piece of metal heading straight to my faceplate. Dodging to the side, I let it hit the closing door, and stopped the ricochet with my pede as it slid across the floor.

         "Wow... he is pissed."

         "What?"

         "Frag... did I say that out loud?"

Looking around I saw a lot of disgruntled nods from the surrounding vehicons, and the very angry faceplate of Megatron, who glared at me from his spot at the head of the controls.

         "Eeeeeehh... you know what I was just here to say 'hi' so... Hi... Kay now that that's done I'll just be going!" I turned to leave.

         "Wait..."

I was reluctant to do so at Megatron's command, but turned anyway, not wanting to be on the receiving end of his anger... again. I might be able to get away with a lot of scrap, but I wasn't going to test my limits.

         "Yeeeees?"

         "Are you truly, only here to say 'hi'?"

His optics showed hope, but hope for what? I wasn't sure if I wanted to know...

         "Well... I heard of your... current mood, but didn't want to push my limits." I stated, hoping to get away.

         "You are an oddity among us." He replied, chuckling as he shuffled a pede. The sudden change in attitude was remarkably fast...

         "Better an oddity than an enemy, Megatron."

I don't know what but something flashed through his optics when I said his name. I rarely do, mainly because I don't want to call him "Lord" Megatron. No one rules over me, and no one ever will. I made a note not to say his name at all if I could.

         "I will see you at a later date, Wildstryke. Perhaps in a better mood." He chuckled once more, "I hope you weren't hurt after I threw that metal debris... I had not realized it was you at the time."

         "I'm afraid the only thing you hurt was the door," I joked, "Though I would suggest seeing Knockout about your arm... you're hiding it, so I can only suspect that you hurt yourself as well."

         "Nothing escapes your gaze, does it?" The warmonger moved his arm so that it was no longer behind his back, cradling it so he didn't hurt it further, "It will heal."

         "Not unless you reconnect that wire," I had seen sparks from his arm as he moved it, if the wire wasn't re-attached it could cripple his arm, "Don't want to be at a disadvantage when you clash with Optimus Prime again."

         "A leader, soldier and a doctor? Is there anything you don't do?" He seemed amazed by my range of expertise.

         "Don't forget programmer, and translator, as well as, well maybe a Scientist if I find the time." I giggled slightly, realizing just how much time I truly have on my hands, "One thing I don't do is fly."

Megatron chuckled his throaty chuckle, one I've come to get used to. It was dark, and nothing like Knockout's, of which I loved since the first day I heard it.

         "It's a shame really. I would love to see you in the air, free and lively as ever."

         "Sorry, but my place is on the Earth, where I can feel the dirt in my wheels, and the rumble of the ground as I race through. You might feel free, but I feel empowered." I turned to go, this time for real as I felt Megatron's gaze linger on my form, perhaps I shouldn't have continued with my speech, though I only told him the truth.

         "I will see you, somewhere in the middle then, dear Wildstryke."

~Megatron's POV~

     I watched her go as she looked back once more. She seemed... uncomfortable with my last statement, so I will refrain from calling her 'dear Wildstryke'. Either way, it was worth a try, though I hate failure. She is overly considerate for others... a trait never seen in a Decepticon, though she has many of these traits, and yet she precedes to come to us, instead of the Autobots. Then again, I do not know what she does during her time away, which is often, so perhaps I am wrong, and it is only wishful thinking.

     For once, I am jealous of those who are below me... even my own troops seem to have more time with Wildstryke than I... If only she would have accepted my offer to be a true commander in the Decepticon ranks, than I would have her by my side more often. Why must Primus torture me by giving her the mindset of a neutral party? It is as if she's here to punish me, a mech who is so close to having everything, yet I cannot seem to have her.

     Though I have noticed one thing, and that is Knockout's infatuation with Wildstryke. That video may have been tampered with, but I still have my suspicions. I've noticed the special care he takes around her, and his albeit amusing tense atmosphere he brings with him when I'm around the two of them together. I will admit I do not pay much attention to my troops, but I am not blind. Perhaps it is Wildstryke's influence that has made me more aware of everyone's well being, but everything seems to be running smoothly so far. 

(Bet you didn't expect THAT GUY'S point of view! Anywho, now you have a glimpse of what he thinks! Should I do more of the other characters instead of strictly Knockout and you? Let me know!)