A/N: Hey! I have another story. The storyline for this one is a mix of movieverse and the TF Prime cartoons. Based on the remnants of Megatron's Lord High Protector coding. I don't plan for this story to be too long, but then again, you never know.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers franchise; that's owned by Hasbro. The story idea and plot, however, is mine.
Megatron hated his brother. Hated with a burning passion that drove his spark into a frenzy every time the name Prime or a thought even remotely relating to Prime came up. So as a result, pummeling the Prime had become a favourite pastime of his. Which was why this stupid war had been dragging on and on; he would have to find a new hobby if it ended. That, and the fact that Optimus Prime refused to die properly.
They hated each other so much; it was a bit baffling at times why both of them were still online. One would think that after thousands of vorns of war, one of them would be dead by now, but no. They had both made it their personal goals to destroy each other and the opposing faction – well, Megatron couldn't speak for the soft-sparked glitch his disowned brother was, but Megatron had in fact made it his life goal. Besides conquering the universe, that is.
He would kill Optimus Prime, enslave his pitiful Autobots, destroy all that displeased him, and become Supreme Commander of the Universe. A thrill of maniacal glee raced through his processor at this. Yet, at the same time, a thrum of uncertainty and a feeling hesitancy pulsed from his spark. What the frag? What was this…mutiny of a feeling that flashed through his spark?
Three coding searches, one rather embarrassing processor crash and half a joor later, Megatron still had no answer. He had deleted all the codes of a Lord High Protector! Soundwave had even written a string of code to barricade the High Protector instincts that were more than coding! So why the frag was his spark and processor at war?
Another half a joor of searching finally afforded him an answer. The Lord High Protector codes were certainly deleted and Soundwave's codes were still in perfect working order, but apparently, the coding ran far deeper than he had originally thought; it ran spark deep. Only one question was left unanswered. Why now?
As Megatron pondered this in his usual way of pondering things (that is to say, with abusive and very violent thoughts), memories were suddenly brought up. Without his fragging permission, mind you. Memories that Megatron simply couldn't bear to delete, even if that thrice blasted Prime was in all of them. Memories of him and his brother before he started the war (yes, Megatron admitted with no shame – that wimpy, pacifist of a brother of his could never have even purposefully harmed a cyberpest).
He tried to fight it, he really did, but the torrent of memories that were not as securely locked as he had thought dragged him into the past. A past from the end of Cybertron's Golden Age, what was to become the next of the planet's Golden Age, and everything in between. Megaton had no choice but to allow his consciousness to be pulled into the torrent. He fought it, because he hated the Prime, but that hate slowly faded away as his own processor and spark rebelled against him, submerging him into an early, now bittersweet memory.
See, Megatron hadn't always hated Optimus Prime.
A/N: So ends the prologue. I invite you all to review! Thanks for reading.