#sg megs is a seeker btw i looked it up

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Can we have some SG Megatron and Original Harry interactions?

I should really stop dragging my feet and just make a companion fic huh. This is a pretty good setup for getting anon-inspired chapter ideas though! In like a plotline journal entry kind of way lol.

Warning! I already said I found this dynamic interesting so this got long again. 

They meet almost immediately. SG Megs pops into existence right in front of his counterpart, who is rarely separated from Harry.

His psychohistory readings warned him something like this might happen so SG Megs is up and alert from the start. introducing himself and curiously peering over his sparkling’s counterpart while feeling out his own mirrored self. Harry seems quieter. He peered up at the intruder with kind optics, sitting in a claw, wrapped snugly around a digit. His wings fluttered pretty cutely too- oh! He forgot to reply to other Megatron.

Harry was fascinated by this not-Lord-Megatron. He didn’t resemble his lord much at all, more vulnerable and stable all at once. It was sort of like someone had smashed Optimus and Lord Megatron together and then gave him a unique inquisitive edge. He wanted to know more about him, felt something in him blossom happily when not-Lord-Megatron bestowed such a warm smile on him while being introduced. The way only Lord Megatron’s praise had affected him in the past.

They meet again by chance in a hallway, bereft of watchers for the moment. SG Megs can’t resist coming to a halt, Harry does the same. It’s like an atmosphere, a tension soft and sensitive as Ironhide or Ratchet. It’s so strange to find it again in a Decepticon base. 

SG Megs asks a simple question- what his day was like, where his favorite spot is, what his favorite game is, if he’s tried flying yet, etc- he meant to stop, but he could listen to Harry chatter forever. Polite, intelligent, too soft-spoken but so eager to please. Whenever he stalls, a prompting hum or grin gets him right back on track. 

Harry delights in his encouragement, no shadows to fight away or stiffness to overlook as the mech stares down with optics that sparkle. He finds the courage to ask his own questions, what was his favorite color? Where he’d set up base in his own dimension, what exactly was psychohistory- and they were off.

Conversation like raindrops on a windowpane, light and constant connections, easily converging as they delight in each other’s thoughtfulness and curiosity. They’re sitting in the hallway, Harry on SG Megs knee without either of them realizing they’ve moved.

Has SG Megatron ever spoken to someone so adorable? Who felt so strongly like a child after his own make and model? He had priceless comrades, but so very few seemed a kindred soul, the type of mech who would look up at the sky and see constellations instead of balls of gas. This sparkling had listened to the legend of an array of stars he’d never seen with such wonder it stalled his fuel pump. 

Then a panicked Thundercracker finds out what happened to their missing sparkling and shatters the lazy afternoon they’d crafted in half an hour. 

Oh right. this Harry wasn’t his sparkling. Of course, how silly, how crazy to ever mistake- they were so different! There was an odd ache in his chest as Harry left, an uncomfortable twist to his gears as he went to find SG Harry. It was ugly and unbecoming, he didn’t dare acknowledge it. When he picked SG Harry up, he resolutely ignored how quickly he could summon an illusion of picking up another sparkling instead. It didn’t hurt when he tried chatting with SG Harry and got blown off, that would be unfair to even compare. It didn’t sting to see Harry cuddled up with his counterpart that night. 

Of course it didn’t. He was better than that.

Harry’s elated to have found such a great friend, someone who helped sooth that anxious pang whenever Lord Megatron wasn’t in his sight. Someone with such natural warmth and gentle words, easier to talk to than even Jazz. He was clearly a genius and it was incredible how genuinely interested he was in what Harry had to say. He only wished they would meet more often, it was ridiculous how scarce he was.

When they do meet again for more than a few seconds it’s before Lord Megatron’s throne, being coldly stared down by his own counterpart. SG Harry has been mistreating his fellow sparkling, SG Harry should be punished and forbidden from making Harry cry.

SG Megs bristles, they’re just children, rivalry and scuffles are to be expected. He knows his sparkling had probably distressed his counterpart but he was a first frame sparkling and such things are just growing pains. Rules will be enforced, but no ultimate forbidden actions or harsh punishments.

It’s fair, he’s practical, he even shushes SG Harry when his tantrum gets too shrill. He was perfectly behaved.

So why did he feel so awful? 

Why was it impossible to look away from Harry as he trembled through his account of being bullied, hesitantly dragging out the confession as though he wasn’t sure what they wanted to hear. He should want to comfort his sparkling after being reprimanded but all he wanted to do was cuddle Harry until his shaking stopped and his wings raised high. 

Not even that, he wanted to take Harry away from Megatron and show him how to pet a sparkling the correct way. They needed more coverage and surface contact, dammit. 

He already had a sparkling, he cared for SG Harry, he did. Was he really so low he’d covet his own counterpart’s child too? 

He watched gloomily as Harry found a quiet spot to put together a little puzzle piece box set, allowing helpful suggestions from his Decepticon comrades to fly overhead as he chirped his thanks. 

Lord Megatron gazed on in satisfied silence, SG Harry was trying to unscrew a bolt from Barricade’s ped without him noticing. 

SG Megs was standing at the back, wishing with all his might that he could have the right to plop in front of Harry and watch up close as he slowly understood the best way to reconstruct the image was by starting with the edges. He was almost there- SG Megs could see it. Methodical, careful, enjoying the process as much as the result. He was going to pick it up fast. He was already proud of him.

SG Megs wanted to teach this child prealgebra next 

He wanted to be Harry’s parental unit. 

Frag.

A few days later Harry hunts him down to ask if he’d help with his gliding practice that day with huge, shining optics and SG Megs replies with all seriousness ‘you are literally killing me’.

He still fights the other seekers for position as flight teacher for the rest of time. It’s only by the grace of already being a parental unit as well as an adept survivor of ambushes and assassination attempts that he lives in the base after that though. 

Okay I’ve got to stop at some point.

Bottom line is that they’re kind of incredibly compatible and just lonely enough for this to be a Huge Deal for them. Harry’s still loyal to his lord, but it’s insidiously easy to incorporate SG Megatron into his life without it feeling directly like a challenge to his actual guardian. 

Megatron has got to keep on his toes, SG Megs even makes learning math kind of fun so you can see the kind of threat he’s up against.