A/N: An older story I was working on but never posted up until now. Based off of the song Never say Goodbye by Bon Jovi. Hope you enjoy. G1 Auish
:Sparkbond:
:Sibling/parent bond:
Com. link/flashbacks/dreams/thoughts
Main Pairings:
Nemesis PrimexAlpha Trion
Child(s): Megatron, Orion Pax/Optimus Prime
MegatronxNightgale
Child(s): Bumblebee
Orion Pax/OptimusxAriel/Elita One
Child(s): Hot Rod
Warnings: Kissing, mentions of interfacing, violence, death, graphics, and anything else I forgot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters.
"Megatron, come here child," a tall grey and black mech called.
"Coming sire," came the reply of a small child.
"Does he have to go?" another asked.
"I'm afraid so. Believe me A3, I wish it were different," the gruff response came.
Megatron looked up at his sire. The older mech bent down, his mask sliding away. A sad smile graced upon soft grey faceplates, making the child smile as well.
"Megatron, I need you to do something for me," Nemesis said carefully. "I need you to stay strong for me until I fix things."
"They came for me, didn't they?" Megatron asked, his previous joy gone. "It's because of my model and optics right?"
"Unfortunately. The High Council overrules anything I say. I promise to continue to fight until the caste system is gone," Nemesis vowed. "I won't let you suffer like the rest of Cybertron."
"I shall wait sire. I know you won't stop fighting. I won't give up until Cybertron is a better place for all," said Megatron, face becoming determined before drooping. "I'll miss you and carrier sire."
Nemesis hugged his son close, not wanting to let go. After a few kliks, they parted. Megatron hugged his carrier before facing the guard. Said guard looked old and had guilt hidden in his optics. The youngling looked back at his creators, keeping tears back.
"Find a way if there is one. I will fight on my side. You stay strong for me. Whatever happens, know I did it for the better," Megatron spoke.
"We shall meet again my son," A3 said, knowing this wasn't the last time their son saw them. "Take care of him Sirenn."
~~~underground mines
"Your new name is D-16. Your group leader is Terminus in Alpha 729. Never forget this but never forget your previous life," Sirenn said.
"Thank you Sirenn," Megatron muttered.
"Hey, you'll be just fine kid. Terminus will teach you everything. I chose the best team for you," Sirenn smiled. "Good luck D-16. Your team awaits."
The youngling was given supplies and a map. He headed into the lift that will take him down into the actual mine. Darkness became his friend as the lift descended further into the surface. Clanking and orders echoed against the walls of the mine. Megatron looked around at the dimly lit passageways as he headed to his designated area.
"Hey kid," a tall grey mech greeted, his yellow and black stripes glinting in the light. "The name is Terminus. You must be my new member."
"I am sir," Megatron said. "My name is Megatron. Uh... I mean D-16."
"Hey no need for me to call you by that fake name. It don't suit you," Terminus said. Megatron looked up into soft blue optics. "You're the Prime's son right? Shame you had to be sent here. Believe me, it's a very dangerous job."
"Sire is going to fight to get rid of the caste system. I know he won't stop until he takes his last breath," Megatron said.
"Quite the spirit. I like that kid. Now let's begin," Terminus smiled.
~~~4 years later
"Any luck yet?" A3 asked.
"Not yet. The High Council is being very difficult. I'm not giving up. I will get our son back and make Cybertron a true paradise," Nemesis said.
"I made plans for tomorrow. It will be a much needed break," A3 said.
The two let the day go on. When the daylight of a new day arrived, A3 brought his mate out and to a mining field. A guard was surprised, but brought them down. The miners stopped in their work and bowed in respect to the Prime.
"We seek miner D-16 of Alpha 729," A3 said.
"D-16 up front now!" the guard shouted.
The crowd parted as Megatron came up. Nemesis stepped forward, not believing what his optics told him.
"Oh Megatron," Nemesis cried. He knelt and hugged his son close. "You've grown in the time you have been here."
"I have sire. Ter- D-14 is a great leader," Megatron said. "How has the battle been?"
"Not so well. They are a bunch of selfish glitches. I'm never giving up. We miss you so much," said Nemesis. A3 also embraced his son.
"Our time grows short. We shall try to come again," A3 said, slipping a small device to his creation. "Stay alive. The death rates have risen."
"I will carrier. I love you," Megatron whispered.
"We love you too," Nemesis said.
~~~000
"Megatron? You all right?" Terminus asked that night.
The grey and black youngling cried on his berth. He wiped his tears away at the sound of his friend. He faced him and smiled, nodding. Terminus knew better and sat next to his younger friend.
"Tell me what's bothering you," Terminus said softly.
"I just... miss them. It's been so long since I last saw my creators," Megatron said quietly. "I have a feeling that it's going to be even longer until I see them."
"Ah. I understand little one. You are still young," Terminus said knowingly.
"At least your creators came. Honestly I'm surprised you're still alive Megs," another said, turning onto his side. "Last time the guards rigged the mine to collapse on us. Luckily no one was hurt. But watch your back little one."
"I will Drillbit. Where's Nightgale?"
"The new femme? Huh... oh Cave-in an Nightsky took her to the medic. She split open an energon line," Drillbit shrugged. "Barriare and Kille should be back with our rations for the night."
True to what he said, the rest of the team arrived. The twin brothers came in carrying one cube for everyone. Next, a grey-blue femme came in with two green and yellow mechs. The first mech had a visor on, while his partner sported a mask.
"Our little femme here is lucky," the visored mech said. "Doc says she should be fine tomorrow. No infections."
"Whatever Nightsky. There was raw energon crystals in the cut," Cave-in said.
"That won't kill her," the bulkier twin, Kille, chuckled.
"Oi, stop rambling and get your ration. I hear they may cut our intake again," Barriare grumbled, dusting his silver armor.
"Lighten up brother. At least we get fuel as fine as this," the grey and blue twin chuckled. "The best teams always get the best low-grade energon. Maybe mid-grade if we're really lucky."
Megatron ignored the conversation, sipping at his cube. He wouldn't drink all of it, knowing that Nightgale or Terminus might need it. So he stashed it away with the rest he had gotten. Nightgale sat on her berth next to Megatron's.
The youngling wanted to say something, but didn't know what. Terminus smiled behind his cube. It was funny seeing young love.
"So... uh how was your first day here?" Megatron asked the femme.
"Boring. They taught me and lectured for joors. I wish my brother Soundwave was here to make it fun," Nightgale replied.
"Soundwave's your brother?!" Megatron gasped. "He's my best friend next to Starscream and his trine. He never talked about you."
"Soundwave doesn't talk about me often. Our creators tend to get violent. He sent me here to protect me from them," said Nightgale. "He has mentioned a brat from the Prime."
"I am not a brat. Accursed telepath must be teasing me again," Megatron pouted. "If anything I try to help sire. He's fighting right now to destroy this caste system."
~~~000
"How is he evil? My son is in no way evil because of his build and optic color. The war with the Quintessons are over. Cybertron was to be a place of joy and fairness to all," Nemesis argued. "This caste system does the exact opposite of that! All because of what model a bot is doesn't define who they are!"
"And how do we know he won't turn on us? How do we know that they all won't turn on us?" Decimus asked.
"They will only turn on us because we ruin their lives!" Nemesis shouted. "My sire was the first to see this corruption. And that's what ruined his mind so much that he was banned."
"Nova Prime was good until his sanity was lost," Crosscut said.
"Please, I beg of you all. Get rid of the caste system. Let my people chose what they want and need to do. Let them chose what job they want. Cybertron will be so much better this way," Nemesis begged.
"You are dismissed," said Dai Atlas.
The spitting image of Nova sighed in defeat. His form slumped as he walked away. The feeling of failure filled his spark. His son would be stuck there for his entire life.
No I mustn't give up. Megatron is counting on me Nemesis thought, flying his way home.
"A3 I'm home," Nemesis announced. No reply. "A3?"
The Prime wondered the house, looking for his mate. There was only an eerie silence in the air. When he looked inside their berthroom, the strong smell of energon assaulted his olfactory sensors. Nemesis gagged at the smell. Even with a faceplate on, the stench was strong.
There, on the floor, was A3. It appeared to be an attack from the berthroom. The window laid shattered on the ground surrounding the mech. Energon splattered on the walls and pooled around the downed mech.
"A3!" Nemesis frantically called for a medic. "Red Signal, A3 is injured! He's bleeding heavily! It looks like he was attacked!"
"Calm down Nemesis. I'll have my son go over while I prepare an operation room," the old mech replied. "Ratchet will be there in ten kilks. For now, try to wake him up and stop the bleeding."
Nemesis turned his mate onto his back. A deep cut ran from A3's left shoulder to his right hip. Blue optics dimmed as they came online.
"A3 what happened?" Nemesis asked.
"Attacked by a mech... sent from hidden organization," A3 coughed out. "They are going to attack the miners. They want to kill Megatron."
"When?"
"In less than a joor. Leave me Nemesis."
"I can't. You can die."
"I'll be fine. Go save Megatron."
Megatron was in danger. Nemesis reluctantly left him after taking him to the main room. He hoped that he wasn't too late to stop the attack. The Prime went as fast as he could. He had to save his son.
~~~000
"Megatron wake up," Terminus whispered.
"Terminus? What is it?" Megatron asked sleepily.
"Don't talk too much. Somebot is after you. They want to kill you to weaken and control the Prime," Terminus explained. "We need to get you to safety."
"What about the others?" Megatron questioned in concern.
"Don't worry about them. They have clones that will remain in their berths as we hide. You even have one," said Terminus, pulling out the lifeless clone. "Come on kid. Let's get out of here."
"Terminus they're here. We won't have time to hide Megatron," Sirenn said. "It's the High Council's assassin. I'll distract her while you two escape."
"Sirenn no. I'm not leaving you either," Megatron denied. "Creators won't like it if you died."
"Megatron listen to me." Sirenn got down on his knees, placing his servos on Megatron's shoulders. "Ariel is extremely dangerous. I promised your creators that I would keep you safe. I won't let anything happen."
Megatron looked like he was going to cry. No tears were spilt. The youngling hugged the older, quietly thanking him. Sirenn hugged back, holding on for a while. A loud clatter down the hall made them part. The door was kicked in, a pink femme entering with a gun aimed at them. Terminus scooped up the clone, hiding it well. Ariel sauntered in, hips swaying side to side. Sirenn held Megatron close to his chest, attempting to hide him from view. He would gladly give his spark to save the heir to the Prime.
"Nice try," Ariel taunted, looking straight at her target. "His spark is mine."
Terminus threw a dust bomb, blocking the assassin's view. Ariel snarled, randomly firing to at least kill the Prime's son. Sirenn was pushed to safety by Megatron as soon as they were covered. The searing pain of the bullets hitting him blossomed everywhere. The youngling smiled, falling onto his side. His friends will be safe.
Ariel did a scan and didn't pick up the target's life force. She retreated before anyone else came. Terminus and Sirenn coughed, clearing away the dust that remained. Their sparks stopped for a moment when they saw the small frame bleeding. Sirenn got to his knees, picking up the body and examining it.
"He's dead," Sirenn said, all tension leaving his body. "I failed."
"What do we tell his creators?" Terminus asked, fighting back his tears. He heard heavy pedesteps coming towards them. The other came out of hiding.
"Megatron! Megatron where are you?!" Nemesis shouted, searching the area. He stopped at the destroyed room. "Megatron!"
The Prime ran over to his friend, falling down to be at optic level. Sirenn looked at his oldest friend before looking away. It was painful enough knowing that such a young life was taken.
"I'm so sorry Nemesis. I tried to protect him, but he pushed me to safety," Sirenn explained, handing the corpse over.
"Oh my precious son," Nemesis whimpered. "I wish I was faster."
Cybertron's leader broke down, cradling his son and rocking slightly. His only child was killed. After minutes of crying, he walked away with the frame. He would go to the hospital so that A3 may say his final farewells with him before handing him over for burial. There was no doubt that it would reach the public quickly and spread across Cybertron.