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   Takes time during a deca-cycle just before Orion's forge date, Orion busies himself on a pile of datapads stacked on his desk.

He hasn't bother to check his chronometer to check just how many cycles he has been reading around the Iacon Archives, from stretching his pauldrons every half a cycle or so. Orion lets out a grunt, since he's been having terrible hauntings of being scolded in his workplace in front of his co-workmechs for being a sluggish and inactive staff. Being a setback is considered a disreputable face among the high-caste of mechs all around him. A disgrace in the optics of superiors. 

It troubles Orion in seeing people wounded, and he tends to prioritize other's needs over his own complications. Being selfless is his practice of showing compassion for the mechs in his life, mainly seen around his workplace, home, and Megatronus ' habsuite. 

 

Art for "Forgive Me Love.."

 

He mustn't disregard the moments that took place one cycle ago, he couldn't help, but feel moody and agitated from being able to recall flashbacks of early dawn,

Where unfortunately he and Megatronus had a heated argument over work matters. Fussing off on how Orion should stop be overly caring and invested on pleasing others or being a "people pleaser" as he recalled Megatronus' words stabbed in his spark, still throbbing from the last time he encountered him..

  "Orion, you require to go recharge in berth this instance." Megatronus stated with a strong tone. 

"If i must remind you Megatronus, I'm perfectly capable of being up in these cycles, and im certain i must get going to continue another day's duty." his gaze fixed on the wall beside the entrance door.

" You're recharging with a schedule of an elite guard. Orion.. You must not be there up until two more cycles." Megatronus chose to negotiate his side of perspective, without any success. But to receive a scoff from Orion as he leaps to open the door, but paused to hear his conjux's final vow. 

"You care too much and overly invested in your work cycles, pls..Orion you're selfless to your own needs," Megatronus hissed the last part as emphasis on "needs". Shuffled to his pedes. 

" I- I care too much for my people??..!" as Orion was going to charge at Megatronus and tackle him with all his might. "Then would you question my loyalty to you? my passion for you?.." Orion's had to cover his faceplate with his servos to not let out his dissatisfaction. 

" Then i couldn't care fragging less! I won't care at all!" Orion erupts his ire to his conjux with all of his spark. Breaking the door by its hinges,

he stormed out the door and begun his day outraged by his sparkmate.

   As he heads up to the direction of the Iacon Archives, he couldn't help but let a couple drops of tears trickle down his optics to his chin as he jogged his way there and jaywalked several times to cross the Street path. Anyone who crossed his field would give him a bit more space to walk on, careful not to trigger him,

making an obvious path in front of him. Leaving an impression of heavy pede steps trailing Orion. 

Scanning his surroundings more wary than ever, without any detection of a tall silver warframe -looking mech in sight. He didn't realize as the atmosphere around him chance drastically. What Changed? Was it from the sour mood or the pressure to work diligently. 

Orion couldn't bother to notice the, also pretty tired faceplates of other mechs as they pass by to reach their desired destinations. 

Orion will busy himself by tasking himself more work and less time to think freely. Freeing up his processor from the problems building up back at home. He leaves a groan as he steps on to the grounds of the Hall Of Records, the capital city located in Iacon. Megatronus couldn't agitate him by entering his quarters because he is not authorized to enter the facility without proper approval.

If there was one thing Orion learnt from experience from time to time is, to quiet your thoughts with filling up your days with folks that care for your return or departure. Such as talking to Jazz and chatting with Ratchet, 

He wasn't in the mood for chatter or speaking in the moment, would prefer to keep his thoughts to himself and only him. 

The front desk was empty, so he eased his processor because he wouldn't have to open up to any conversation or unwanted talk unwillingly, passing few, but acceptable mechs. He got up to take the elevator and begged Primus that there wasn't any mechs placed on the other side of those metal doors in front of him. 

When the doors slid open to reveal the empty elevator, he got a little relief knowing no one will get to disturb his alone time, 

Walking around the corridors was a bit bizzare Considiring on how lively it usually was. But he couldn't Care Less. This prospect should be treasured until the nano-kliks. 

Arriving to his quarters, to conclude unfinished business. He works and he works till time hits dusk. Nearly every single mech has left the Hall of records for the day except for The Determined mech who won't slack off his desk for no apparent slag, nothing holding him back to leave and travel back home, who's stooping him?

They would need to drag his aft, servos and pedes bonded with high grade stasis cuffs, while being gagged. He was pretty absentminded to the point of forgetting to check his chronometer and has been running his digits on the keyboard and datapads back and forth, one could say he was becoming delirious. 

Orion could hear the ticking clock, murmurs coming from outside the facility, pede steps, music drumming, and arguments all in both audial receptors. So he chose to disable them including notifications on his HUD to minimize outside interference. 

But the discomfort of his fuel tanks ache and his frame yearn for recharge and taken care with proper needs, being the loudest echo in the moment, the churn he received from his frame was more than sufficient enough to alert and notify this lost mech, as consequences for skipping meals and no attempt for refueling energon in over half a solar cycle. Almost blacking out from burnout laced with fatigue, a powerful combo to knock a mech to stasis. 

Finally his decision was final, he is considering going back home after being secluded willingly, wasn't happy with the option, but he'll get over it soon. 

Orion's alt mode will not be sufficient from the lack of energon. He is unable to transform, which leaves the pedes would be the only method of transportation, walking solo on night walks are great for one's proccesor, gives a mech a vent to think over. He would stop by a diner to refuel after ten kliks of walking and continue his journey back home. 

Where Megatronus would be awaiting with the utmost prince treatment known to mechkind, if he has for forgiven their most recently discussed topic.

The night was oddly busy, perhaps a little more than busy. It was a party, great thinking for disabling those audial receptors couple kliks ago. Mechs were barking and some was dancing the night away like rreckless idiots, he was barely able to pass the damn crowd blocking the sight of his path. Every mech and femme was either too drowsy or too wild for their Primus sake. 

His vents tend to run cooler during the nights, but this was an exclusion. Until someone inside the crowd got a hold to snatch Orion's waist with one servo and the other below his aft, he was disgusted. He couldn't break free from their grip. Oh how Orion begged to be with Megatronus' side right now, he felt furious. 

"Hi there, handsome mech," exclaimed from a sleek, tall and confident faceplate. "My designation is Jetfire. But you fine mech can refer to me as 'your future conjux''. His servos drew more intimidating. Sliding up and his thighs, 

he couldn't help but want to strike that mech's with a good punch to the faceplate as they would enjoy a good bite of these servos, Orion's faceplate looks very nervous. It was sickening

He was a little unmatched. Jetfire was an agile and capable mech, mechs around them were whispering and taking pictures of documentation of this nights 'confession'. 

  Oh how unfortunate was Megatronus, 

He felt like scrap the whole day, pacing around their home and having to comteplate his decisions. Even when Megatronus wasn't entirely in the wrong, he shifts the blame inside to cramp his processor to endure those syllables one at a time. Until those words becomes a life lesson to lead the future, 

How was Orion even handling this matter? Was he to the point of a break down? Is Orion safe out for so long? Was he in need of help or did he ran into any troubling mechs on the way back home? 

Because he was due to arrive home three whole cycles ago, something or someone was up to no good. He has to find the answers right from the source. 

Comm links was a direct and clear view for failure, he could decline the incoming calls and pleads without pity. Megatronus wasn't entirely sure if Orion could be out somewhere or has been in the Hall Of Records for who knows doing what?.. 

"Forgive me Love.."

Megatronus wasn't home in this cycle due to a renewed contract meeting scheduled as an invitation to a renowned restaurant with some gladiatorial colleagues, he couldn't concentrate or think straight from being uneasy. Something Megatronus really disfavors is having to anticipate the worst of all outcomes, 

all he could do was shuffle his pedes and fidget until the announcement has concluded, and dash out that place in a hurry. Leaving some mechs clueless and unsure, 

It was unhinged..

Oh he was in trouble alright, Orion forgot he disabled his audial receptors and finnaly enable noice canceling, 

"Please refrain from touching my frame, I'm aware of your intentions. "

Orion couldn't reach his comm link before Jetfire ceased his servos and pinned then behind his back. This was very troublesome, 

Orion had no more fuel to defend off unwanted mechs from getting dirty, being vulnerable is the last thing he needs. He should have just stayed back in the Iacon Archives if he knew how challenging it was to get home.. or merely stay out of shaddy places like these. 

But Orion knew Megatronus' habits was to look for him by tracing directions for his workplace and common places he likes. It shouldn't matter  if he doesn't know his location at the moment, all he needs to do is buy himself more time. 

Being burnout was the worse of many mistakes he had accomplish just this solar cycle alone, 

Orion was already pretty good at pleasing people, so why let it go to waste? 

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"Orion..." *Pause. "ORION!!", was the first thing he heard and startled as if waking up from stasis. Orion was back at his Office? It was merely a nightmare? What was happening.. 

He finds himself on his desk his face plate above the table, recharging heavily as he recalls the moments before he woke up.. 

Orion was with Jazz, jazz' faceplate filled with concern. " Hey pal, i found you recharging on your desk during break hours. I wanted to assure you were well.. "

"I'm fine.. Jazz, thank you for your concern. I apologize for the inconvenience I caused upon you.""

"You're not the mech who should be apologizing, you have done no wrong. You're the most important mech to me," jazz helped Orion get to his pedes as he stands up right, placing his servos over his pauldrons was stabilizing. "You need to travel back to your habsuite before it gets dark.. It's approaching dusk." Jazz' reassurence was very welcoming, Orion was very quickly to stumble while walking every few steps out to that building.

"Thank You Jazz."

"Here, have this energon cube." As Jazz lends Orion energon laced with medical-grade supplements, he had notices Orion's change in demeanour and concluded, Orion was not doing well." I'll drive ya home buddy, " " don't mention it. He waves off Orion with a helping motion. 

"I'll make sure to get you a permission slip tomorrow, so you can rest at home." Jazz being a friend of his "take a break bud.. "

"Ngh- please i'm alright.. " Orion groans, "No need.. ".. 

" Well..too bad Orion, I'm gonna secure you one anyway" 

Orion heard Jazz chuckle, as he was driven back home using Jazz' alt mode. *vroom vroom-

   Orion wasn't lying about on how Megatronus would search the whole city of Iacon just to go find his missing partner.. 

Megatronus tore down every building he could get his servos on, but had no luck on finding Orion.. He needs to rescue his conjux from anyone or anything, he will offline every mech who has obstructed or held him back from what is his, truly his.. 

He didn't hesitate a single nano-klik to seek his little Archivist, the blinding crowd was irritable enough but nothing as irritable to have a missing beloved, 

far to the more populated areas of the city he began his lookout for a particular blue and red framed-mech with gray accents all over his frame, a very appealing chassis and an extravagant faceplate which belongs to his bot, 

as he survey from the skyline in his alt-mode. The noise from his engines are deafening, throughout the night he went scavenging for cycles on end with no updates, not even the comm links were unanswered. Megatronus is visibly on the edge, he went to the Iacon Archives to have needed talk with nearby authority about Orion's whereabouts..

Megatronus actually got to pass by Jazz on the road because he was headed to Orion's home address, the white porsche and blue accents sticks out more from the reflection of his frame has that odd glimmer on his spoilers, 

"Pardon me, Jazz?.., " Megatronus approach the driving vehicle with a swoop diving maneuver "Have you seen Orion on your depart? "

"Why yes Megatronus, I'm happy to note." Jazz transforms out to his root mode cradling Orion's body with both servos. 

Megatronus' proccesor felt lighter already. Orion was here? 

"What happened to Orion?.. " Megatronus has tendency to always hum his fusion cannon back to life when his patience was running low, not to do any act of harm. But to rush the matter of business to the appropriate speed.."Orion took a long recharge back in the Archives, and we agreed to head back to his home. "Jazz took a step back away from Megatronus gaze, not to aggravate him any further than before, 

"i sincerely apologize for my misapprehension, let me lift him swiftly back to his hab for this necessary rest, i will gladly take him to my servos, Jazz.. ".Jazz gave an approving node to assure Megatronus on his behalf, Jazz let go of Orion's frame and traded for Megatronus grip. 

As they part ways, Jazz and Megatronus would go their separate ways back home. He was far more glad his lovely archivist got his highly needed recharge and wish to not stall any time futher.