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Oh, he'd assumed they were in the hangar. Optimus stops and takes a few deep breaths so he can pass by the space bridge room too. Just in case. Just in case.

Megatron is clearly delirious with... whatever happened on that mission, so Optimus tries not to focus too much on him wanting Dorothy, who isn't here. He's out the bridge room like it burned him, hurrying towards the shuttle bay instead.

::Keep talking to me. What do you see? Is anyone with you? Stay online.:: he pleads, ignoring the desperation in his own voice.

Megatron heard a cry in those words that he'd felt in his own chest when he'd watched the mouse baker Dorothy and her husband Alex dying in their beds, and fought against the undertow tugging him towards sleep. He struggled to sit up, but without the turtles here to try to keep calm, it was exponentially more difficult. He almost managed it, and summoned his cannon to brace himself so that even when he sank back again, it still kept him upright.

::Metal...:: Megs sighed, optics flickering bright then sputtering then flaring again. Something in his chest shook. His heart...? He made to grasp at his chest but missed. ::I see metal. Belts. Seats. Leo was there, Mikey there, Donnie, Anemone- Told them to leave.::

His voice was growing fainter, as much as he scrabbled against the current. ::Dorothy's mousebrass isn't here. Would've liked if she-::

He is suddenly gripped with the very real terror that if they had gone without a medic - why would Megatron go anywhere outside the ship on a dangerous mission without a medic, especially with children?! - then he could very well be hearing him dying.

Optimus transforms and breaks several hallway speed limits (glad Magnus or Starscream wasn't around to see him do it) to get to the hangar, his heavy, panicked footfalls audible before he finds the right shuttle and hurries into it. Suddenly there's hands on Megatron's chest, pushing him upright and Optimus's worried face, straining slightly as he takes all of Megatron's weight on one arm as he curls the other over his shoulder.

"Megatron? Megatron, I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." he says, tone still desperate as he tries to get the other mech upright. "Come on. You have to move. I'll get you to the medibay, it'll be okay."

Megs slowly lifted his head enough that his optics landed on Optimus. They were unfocused and pale, dimming even as Optimus watched. "Bòidheach..." Megatron vented out, struggling to lift a hand to touch Optimus' cheek, but it weighed too much and he let it drop again.

His optics cycled slowly as he processed what had been said to him. He needed to move. He needed to listen and do what Optimus needed him to do, he-

Megs looked down at his legs that didn't look right to him without fur. He managed one unsteady step with Optimus' support and then another, then sagged. Dead weight. "Sorry, Ree..." He mumbled.

With a huff of effort, Optimus manages to get Megatron up right and pulls his arm around his shoulders. This is fine, he's had to deal with Megatron's weight many times over the millennia.

"Don't be so ridiculous," he chastises, renewed energy by frustration at the situation and intent to not allow Megatron to die in a hangar. "You're not going to die here, not where the Terrans might have to see it."

He smacks Megatron's back a few times, maybe one of them a little... uh, lower than it needs to be. "Come on, I'm going to drag you to the medibay and you aren't going to start calling a whole load of people again because you will be resting and recovering."

Megatron tried to nod wordless agreement even though he barely processed a lot of what had been said. His head fell down to hang limp just like the rest of him as very sensations swam by, though his optics brightened in slow surprise when his aft got slapped. A small bit of alertness returned, enough that tried to get his pedes to do what they wanted, but they barely responded.

"Mmm? Who'm I calling?" Megs sighed, cycling flickering optics that were losing that brief flash of brightness again. "Dorothy isn't- she's not here. Back by th'bakery with Alex. Gave me her-" His fingers twitched as Megs thought about holding onto the mousebrass that wasn't there because one of the young mice had taken it from him. He didn't deserve-

"No-one. Come along now," he says, cheerfully, pretending his spark still isn't whirling from the earlier realisation that he might be hearing Megatron die. Seeing the mech now, he can see that he's not in as immediate danger of falling offline, but still isn't in a great state. Bad enough that he isn't just picking the larger - but oddly light - mech up and carrying him for fear of doing more damage.

Optimus definitely isn't dwelling on the unpleasant feeling that's polluting his spark that when distressed, Megatron is calling out for Ranger Malto and Alex rather than him. What a horrible, ridiculous notion. Of course he wants Dorothy. She's unbelievably important to him and would probably be doing a better job of keeping him calm and focused right now besides.

"Just think of the report you'll have to write! You don't have a choice now, if you left the ship. Won't that be fun?" He sounds so genuine, though he's aware probably all of what he's saying won't be remembered or heard.

Megatron's fingers flexed at the word 'report' and he eased out a quiet vent that was probably a laugh. "Only if you say please, mo leannan," he sighed. Megs tilted his head just a bit and it fell the rest of the way to bump into Optimus'. It was some kind of comfort, at least for a moment.

His HUD was flickering and glitching, spitting out words he could no longer grasp. He tried, because Optimus wanted him to stay awake and write a report, but they slipped away from him and vanished into static. One scrawling line after another going dead, and he didn't remember why or if that was concerning.

He started to speak again, or thought he did, and instead silently mouthed down at the floor, Where's Orion? He always comes to find me.

He immediately wraps his arms around Megatron, resting his own head against the larger mech's helmet, stilling briefly to hold him tight, like he's trying to physically hold him together that he might break apart and fly away.

It seems he might have to carry Megatron after all. That's fine. He's been lighter since he scanned the tiltrotor, as Optimus might not have had much luck trying to lift him properly when he was still an extremely heavily armoured tank. He would know, as he was run over enough times by him. He'll just have to take the risk of further damage in sacrifice for actually getting him to the medibay.

Optimus takes the plunge and shifts to pick Megatron up in a bridal carry, as while he also lost some mass when he scanned an Earth vehicle that was for convenience rather than personal choice, he is far denser. Like a saran-wrapped bushel of steel cables.

"Right, not far. There we go. Oof, I'll probably be shouted at by the medics for not lifting with my legs."

He staggers a bit awkwardly because even if he can lift Megatron relatively easily, the mech is still large and unwieldy. Ah, and he only thinks that he should've called for a stretcher or something when they actually get into the medibay. Oh well. Not used to having such technology available.

"I think you can go into recharge now, Megatron. We're in the right place for it. I'll be here." He says, after he's flagged someone down and plopped Megatron on the slab. He feels slightly calmer now, as this is the place for Megatron to decide he's going to try and die anyway, rather than in some random corridor.

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