AN

So, this has been up a while with no AN so I changed that because my sister is annoying

This plot bunny has been nipping at me for a while and I finally have things more organised in my head now to actually write the damn thing.

Title: Deception

Chapter: Prologue

Verse: G1

Summary: A bond that should have been. Three mechs changed both in body and mind. A war that should never have happened. But then... why did it?

Warnings: Plot bunnies... They are devastating and horrible and ultimately your doom.

Chapter Word Count: 435

Total Word Count: 435

"You had the chance, and you blew it, again!"

Optimus Prime shuttered his optics, servo squeezing the top of his nasal ridge. "I am aware." He answered simply, avoiding the sharp blue gaze.

The other mech huffed loudly through his vents. "Optimus! You can't keep doing this! The war has to end! Now! Cybertron is in ruin, is that what you wish for Earth as well?"

The Prime stood up optics hardening. "You think I want that?"

Ultra Magnus sighed, gaze and stance softening. "Orion, I know what you see everytime you face them, but you must also see they are clearly not who they once were. I don't know why they have changed, but they have and they have made their choice." The large blue mech placed a comforting servo on the red mech's shoulder. "You have to move on."

With that his old friend left him alone in his office. With a weary sigh he collapsed back into his chair. He couldn't count how many times he had had this argument anymore but he knew that the disappointed stares were getting more and more intense, some even turning into stares of disgust. How could he not kill such monsters? How could he not end a war that was killing his friends and those he cared about?

They, his Autobots, were losing faith in him.

And no matter how much he tried to forget, tried to see what was in front of him, the past always hovered over him. Blood red optics stared at him with hate, but they had also stared at him with love. Servos that tore and caused pain had once been a source of comfort and pleasure.

And then there had been him. Bright and brilliant. He had brought them together, had been their core. But he too, was no more. A face that had once smiled, optics that had once shone now only scowled and glared hatefully. He had gone from the most beautiful to the most ugly.

But why?

Why?

He had given up long ago on trying to find out.

His spark swelled with pain, possibly in loss of a bond that could have been. The Matrix gave an angry throb, as if trying to say something, like it had always done when Optimus' thoughts went this way. Once again he ignored it. He had tried everything. There was nothing he could do.

The Matrix gave one last throb, almost painful, before swirling quietly with his being once more.

"Next time," He whispered to himself, "Next time I will end it."

However, he knew he could not.