Sweet Angel
TFA
G
Magnus roused himself from recharge as night settled in. While comfortable in the room Bulkhead had vacated for him, something wasn't right. Magnus Hammer lighting up in his grip, he poked his helm outside his room. Sitting in the 'living room' was Optimus, a data pad alighting his soft features in an effervescing glow. "Optimus?" He quietly called.
Optimus popped up, his tired optics barely registering him as they slid half closed. "Sir? Did I wake you?"
"Well, no, just what are you doing up? Shouldn't you be in recharge by now?" Magnus inquired upon the weary Prime.
"Sentinel pushed me out of berth." Optimus i