rodion | this world is not meant for you

( When his systems first kick back online he's disoriented - he remembers… he doesn't remember anything, which triggers the first wave of fleeting panic. It's offset by the background recognition of the hum of the Lost Light around him: deep, low, and constant. Home, he's home.

That's a start, and he relaxes and onlines his optics because wherever he is isn't his quarters. The area is dark and calming, quiet beyond the background sound of his ship with subtle lighting that he can just hear Drift say is suppose to encourage the spirit to heal along with the body. Medbay.

Cool, that's cool. And when he slides off the berth he's found himself on it's to go look for and reclaim his quarters, at the very least. Not that Rodimus wants to think about taking orders from Megatron on his ship for his quest.

But every thought of yelling at Megatron vanishes the moment he trips over something - a coffin - and then catches a glimpse of what's inside. No. Absolutely not. He isn't-- he wouldn't-- he'd know if he was dead. It's hard to miss losing half your head and oh Primus he really doesn't want to be here right now.

Which means that he starts running towards the Medbay doors with every intention of finding Ratchet and asking for an explanation. Preferably an explanation that doesn't involve his corpse. What he doesn't expect is running straight into another mech. )

What---?

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[ Ratchet had of course promised that he would inform Magnus the moment Rodimus woke up. It's not that Magnus doesn't trust and believe that promise, but Ratchet is a busy mech and Magnus is off shift for the moment and... He just. Wants to see. For himself.

He isn't expecting the body that collides with his own when he steps into the Medbay, but it takes only a moment for recognition to slam into him before he's picking Rodimus up (gently, very gently) and kissing him. It was not the appropriate response, nor was pulling back just enough to cradle Rodimus' helm in one of his hands, but it was never the less what was happening. ]

You're alive.

( The kissing happens so suddenly that Rodimus doesn't have time to register what's happening before it's over, and even then he needs a second to recover because what. )

I'm dead. ( He sounds utterly convinced. ) I died and woke up in a universe where Ultra Magnus has finally thrown proper protocol out the window and don't get me wrong, I think I'm gonna like this universe. But I'm dead.

( His conviction in this is absolute, even as he snakes his arms around Magnus' neck and leans into the touch. Maybe being dead wasn't so bad if it got him back on the Lost Light and in Magnus' arms. It still sucked, mostly because he had no desire to be dead in the slightest, but he'd make this work for him. )

[ He frowns heavily and readjusts his grip to hold Rodimus more securely. ]

Rodimus, I assure you, this is most certainly not an alternate universe.

[ It takes effort not to let his grip go tight.] And you are not dead.

There's a corpse that says otherwise. I didn't think I'd end up as a really solid ghost, it was more of something Drift would think of.

( He's just saying. The frown is reassuring, because only Magnus can makes a frown like that and he grins at it, fleeting but there. There are, however, more important things to focus on here, like: )

You kissed me.

[ His grip does tighten briefly at the mention of the corpse. ]

We found a coffin floating in space. We've been trying to determine it's origins. We did not find you with it. Ratchet ran a full diagnostics. Your health was... uncertain, but. You are not dead, Rodimus.

[ And then he has to look away just a little. ]

That was. a slip on my part.

Yeah? ( A moment, and then his entire frame sags as he tightens his grip around Magnus' neck in relief. ) Good. Because I-- you know I can't die yet.

( He lifts his head from where it's resting against Magnus' frame, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. )

A slip, huh? What sort of slip?

I know. [ And it's.. not really for the reasons he knows Rodimus is talking about, but he doesn't know how to articulate that before Rodimus is looking at him again.

Then the embarrassment is right back. ]

It was. I was acting out of turn, I apologize. My feelings got the better of me.

I've always said you should get in touch with your feelings more, Magnus.

( Yep, absolutely grinning at this point, the image of his own corpse fading in exchange for this. Whatever this was, besides comforting. He never realized that being held by Magnus would be so nice or else he would have refused to move anywhere unless Magnus carried him ages ago. )

There are more appropriate ways of displaying them.

[ And they can't stand in the doorway forever, so Magnus is going to carry Rodimus back to his medbay bed. Ratchet would have his helm if he took him anywhere else. Or at least that's what he tells himself.]

( Rodimus absolutely does not want to be dumped back in the medibay along with his corpse and the coffin, so he does not move to let go of his grip around Magnus' neck. )

Woah, woah, wait. ( C'mon Magnus don't abandon him. ) I'm not staying here.

( And then onto the important matter at hand: )

Dunno, I kind of liked it.

I can't just stand here in the middle of the medbay holding you, Rodimus.

[ It's ridiculous, come on. The disapproving frown softens slightly to a more tentative expression. ]

...If it would make you feel more at ease, I could perhaps do it again.

Anywhere else. My quarters-- ( Ah. Right, he doesn't have those anymore. Smooth recovery is go: ) Just - literally - anywhere but here.

( That's a good change, Rodimus likes that change. Time to encourage it with a grin of his own. )

Yeah, I think you should.

[ He'll shift his grip a little to angle them both to make the kiss easier when he leans down and does it, lingering and soft. ]

I can't take you out of the medbay without consulting Ratchet first. He is the CMO.

( Rodimus hums happily into it, pressing back as much as he can. It's not as demanding as he thinks maybe he'll want it to be later. Mostly because he just needs the comfort of someone wanting him and Magnus' support. It makes a warmth radiate from his spark through him and he leans more into the other bot. )

Then comm Ratchet and tell him I want out. ( He wants to say Captain's orders but, well. That's a thing he isn't anymore. ) Or just stay here or something but don't you dare leave me alone with that thing.

[ His grip tightens only a little. The thoughts of leaving Rodimus at this point is. An impossibility. ]

I won't. I won't leave you.

[ He doesn't follow it up with a kiss, but he does finally make a decision and moves towards the door of the medbay. ]

I will inform Ratchet that your discomfort necessitated your removal from the medbay. [ That seems reasonable, right? ]

( That is the direction he wanted to go in, and he flashes Magnus a quick grin. )

There you go. All nice and official.

( And an encouraging pat on his frame to help speed up the process along. )

[ He frowns down at Rodimus, even as he turns and begins out the Medbay doors. ]

I assure you that under any other circumstances, the situation would be entierly different and I will have to insist on a full medical examination later to ensure your health.

Yeah, yeah. I thought you said Ratchet already did that?

( If anyone asked if he was kicking his feet happily he'd deny it, but he is. As happily as one can be while being distracted from thinking about his own corpse. )

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