Bridge Visit

On one hand, having a robust command staff meant there was almost always someone on the bridge to keep operations running smoothly.

On the other hand, Rodimus wished Megatron wouldn’t have picked night shift.

It was that much harder to see Megatron since the big guy usually slept in the afternoon while Rodimus was in command.

That made getting his regular dose of cuddles and attention more difficult than it really needed to be. It had been tricky before they’d moved in together but sharing the same living space hadn’t solved the scheduling problem.

Tonight, however, Rodimus was steadfastly trying to avoid his own recharge cycle until the morning, rather than waiting until the tail-end of the night like he usually did.

For good reason, in his own not-so-humble opinion.

Rodimus stopped in front of the door to the bridge, covering a yawn with his hand.

He wanted to surprise Megatron on shift by visiting.

And by being in the way.

Not that there was much to be in the way of when there was a skeleton crew to avoid collisions and rouse the ship in an emergency.

Maybe he’d be allowed to nap in the office… or on Megatron’s lap.

Probably not his lap. Rodimus felt certain that would get the veto of “inappropriate workplace behavior.”

At least Megatron wouldn’t write him up for it like Magnus would.

A captain shouldn’t be getting written up on his own ship.

That was ridiculous.

Rodimus slapped the access panel, missing entirely and just high-fiving the wall next to the door like a genius.

“Speedrun strats,” he said, to no one.

Another attempt hit the mark, the door to the bridge sliding open.

Crankcase, seated at the main navigation controls, glanced back for a second at the sound of the door before silently returning to his work. Crosscut, at the communication console, didn’t even acknowledge him.

However, Megatron, stationed in the coveted “captain’s chair” that they had more than occasionally bickered over, hadn’t acknowledged him yet. He was slumped forward in his chair, snoring like an engine with a broken fan-belt.

A smile stretched across Rodimus’s face as he tiptoed his way to his partner’s side, arms dramatically out, enhancing his already supreme stealth.

Although the thought of waking him up and joking about Megatron sleeping on the job was quite tempting, Rodimus supposed he could watch the bridge for a bit.