Word from the Author: Right. So... this? This was just crazy-talk that my mind decided had to be written. And so write I did. Yeah... XD
Disclaimer: Heh. Definitely not mine.
Beloved Brother
Optimus Prime did not like to remember the days before. Before everything was lost, before everything changed, before he was forced from his home and all he once held dear.
Because before, he'd had something that he had cherished, had loved, desperately. Fervently.
A brother.
Now, it was true that all Autobots were related in one way or another. But as far as Optimus Prime was concerned, Megatron was different from all others.
For he and Megatron had been born together.
Similarly, in the time before, as they had evolved from simpler constructs into forms of greater complexity, they had been nigh on inseparable; sometimes, even literally, as they exchanged parts as easily as others among their kind exchanged words. It was this same closeness that made what came after so much harder to bear.
And yet, no matter the pain Megatron inflicted, no matter the vicious acts of violence perpetuated by his brother, Optimus Prime could not bring himself to hate him, no more than he could hate himself, which on the bad days was actually a lot easier than he would have thought.
The problem was, if anything, Optimus blamed himself for what happened. He was the elder of the two; he should have paid more attention, should have taken more care. But he had failed to do so, and in doing so, he had failed his brother.
He had stood by and done nothing as the darkness of the Allspark, so ironically named, clouded Megatron's mind, as his brother had slowly but surely become addicted to its persuasive power, its tainted essence. It possessed the power to turn Autobots from their path, into Decepticons. And the influence of it was a poison for which there was no cure.
Optimus had searched, his entire galaxy and the next, but to no avail. It was thus, empty-handed, that he had done the only thing left to him – he had tried to separate his brother from its pull, hoping that with distance, its power would diminish.
But that too was not to be so. Instead Megatron fled after the damned cube, chasing it to the ends of a planet called Earth, only to disappear for an age.
It took some time for Optimus Prime to gather a small force, scattered as his people were throughout the cosmos, to seek out the Allspark, and destroy it.
He was lucky to have found his brothers in arms. They understood him, even if they did not understand his pain. Or his conviction.
He hoped with the faith of one with nothing to lose that by destroying the Allspark, Megatron would be set free. It was that thought, and that thought alone that drove him, compelled him to keep going, even when others would've backed down or fallen short of their goals.
Optimus Prime was more than ready to die for this hope.
To have his beloved brother back once more was worth whatever price Optimus had to pay.
It was all that was keeping him alive anyway.
Finis.
Another Word from the Author: Right then. Oddly angsty, huh. Ah well... Hope you enjoyed. Assuming anyone bothered to read this, that is... (;T3T)