Author's Note: This story is a sequel to "Let Fate Decide" so if you haven't read that one, make sure you do before reading this otherwise you'll spoil it. The events in this story begin right after The Crossing of the Rubicund (and I do mean immediately after, like next morning.) There is one difference to the Beast Wars timeline: Dinobot never died, and the TM2 Dinobot was never created. Rampage is still there, but let's just say he has his whole spark. I always wanted to see what would happen if Blackarachnia and Dinobot were on the same side. I think they might just have more in common than meets the eye…err…optic. ^_^ Enjoy! And please FEEDBACK!!

In Brotherhood Bound

By: Silver Spider

Prologue

Cybertron,

The transformer sat alone in his quarters. It was far over 0300 hours, but he didn't care. The lack of recharge time couldn't possible hurt as much as the soul wrenching pain in his spark. Sirens could be heard in the street below his window. There was a shout, the sound of a gun firing, and then a scream, but he no longer heard it. The unjustness of the outside world no longer concerned him.

His bed was unmade, as he sat down with a heavy sight, head buried in his hands. The male was completely unaware of anything around him and focused on nothing but his loneliness and guilt. All around him, papers and flex pads lay in piles, scattered all over the floor as well as his bed. They were military orders, strategies, lists of options, and history texts.

His laptop terminal lay half open on its side at his feet. He hadn't recharged it in a long time, so the screen flickered on and off. Eventually it refused to work all together, and any light that the terminal emitted vanished as the screen went dark. Next to the terminal lay six empty bottles of dirty mech fluid mixed with radium. He was not one to consume a lot of alcohol, but at the moment anything that could lessen the pain seemed like a good idea.

How could you?! a voice inside screamed at him. How could you do this?! You call yourself an honorable warrior, but look what you've done to the innocent!

I had no choice! another voice replied. I had my orders. I could not disobey!

So your slaging allegiance is more important to you? Fine! Then by all means, why are you sitting here feeling guilty? You know what you did was wrong!

I am sorry…

Sorry? Who are you apologizing to? She's dead. She's at peace in a place where you can no longer reach her, no longer harm her. At least her torment is over.

I never meant to harm her! I would have died for her!

And yet look at what you did to her…

He released a deep, exhausted sigh and ground in frustration.

"I am so very sorry…"