Lavalamp

[heliopauseentertainments]

A cracky, quadruple drabble for tangentially-displaced.

Title: Lavalamp

Continuity: IDW1

Rating: General

Characters: Megatron, Rodimus, Shockwave

Summary: In which Rodimus has a great idea for a makeover.

Crossposting: AO3 | Tumblr

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“What do you mean you’ve captured Shockwave?” Megatron pinched the bridge of his nose.

Shockwave was dead. Megatron saw him, with his own damn optics, get swallowed by the singularity of his time drive. Gone.

Had Rodimus had a morning drink and gotten confused? That wasn’t like him, but the possibility couldn’t have been discounted out of hand.

Rodimus stood on the other side of the desk, hands firmly planted on his hips. Not the slightest wobble to his stance, so he was certainly not inebriated.

“Doesn’t matter how we got him. We’ve got him now.” Where was he going with this? Rodimus raised a finger, pointing at the ceiling excitedly as though he’d gotten another “brilliant” idea. “And I have just the project for him to work his magic on.”

 

                                                                                                    

 

“So, you know lava lamps?” Rodimus’ voice crackled over the wrist commlink as Megatron walked down to the lab Shockwave had been permitted to use. Of course, he was only allowed out of the brig under security supervision.

“No, I have no idea what that is,” he replied, a note of tiredness in his voice.

“You’ll see when you get here.”

Rodimus had refused to tell him any details of the project he’d gotten Shockwave to work on, as opposed to turning him over to the authorities on Cybertron. It was apparently supposed to be a surprise. Rodimus’ ideas for surprises were almost always the seeds of a fiasco, but it wasn’t as though either Megatron or Ultra Magnus had a chance to intervene. The smaller captain was a force of nature unto himself, a force of nature that used his co-captain to rubber stamp approvals for stupid projects.

All that meant Megatron could in no way be prepared for what he saw upon opening the door to the lab.

Shockwave stood off to the side, his one hand in the process of being cuffed to his waist by one of the present security officers. He looked rather put upon, but before Megatron could really summon any sympathy, Rodimus caught his eye.

The spectacle demanded his full, undivided attention. Jaw slack, he stared at the yellow, oily blobs floating in some red liquid underneath what looked to be clear, plexiglass plating. Rodimus stood, his feet apart, looking unreasonably proud of himself.

“The crew’s going to be so jealous! I bet even you’re jealous that you don’t look this cool.”