"And in just a little bit you will only be Sentinel's little Bitch" the female screamed, irking Megatron further. The Decepticon's vocals whirred in a similar action of a hiss as he raised a hand to hit the frail body of the human, but stopped short, looking around and realizing that all this chaos was not under his command. Clenching his hand, he stood up, now ignoring the human as he ran.
His vision was sparking with red at the edges in his rage, soon finding Sentinel Prime fighting his rival; Optimus. With a Screech he raised his guns and shot at the red and black prime before tackling him and pushing him to the ground, shooting at him again. Although taken by surprise, Sentinel quickly fought back, slashing at Megatron.
They fought it out for a little while, giving Optimus a moment to recover. As the younger prime looked up, he found that Megatron had managed to stun his old mentor. Optimus's vision flickered down before he was back up again, picking up his blade with his remaining arm and slashing at Megatron.
Megatron was able to dodge, only just barely so as the blade only managed to scrape his shoulder and sneered at Optimus. When the Prime paused his attack, so did Megatron, looking at him quizzically. "Why did you save me?" Optimus asked, obviously suspicious.
Megatron Sneered. "Lucky timing, I suppose." He replied, before noticing red movement at the corner of his visual processors. He raised his gun again, but even as Optimus made to defend himself, he realized that when Megatron fired the shot, it wasn't aimed at him, but a little beside him.
"Argh-! You…. Traitor!" Sentinel growled, glaring at Megatron. He was temporarily disabled from standing as his arm was shot off and his legs having been pinned. He struggled to move with his remaining arm.
"I want my command back! I Am the leader of the Decepticon's! The power to rule them is mine! This world is mine to take over!" he yelled, before turning to Optimus. "And you!" He pointed at the still standing prime before turning back to Sentinel. "Optimus is my Rival. No one can kill him but ME!" He stated, with probably just a touch too much possessiveness.
The two primes gave him a look before Sentinel continued to struggle. He was almost out. Optimus continued to stare at Megatron with a conflicted look before his attention was turned to his old mentor. He pulled out his bade and cut off the other prime's arm in one quick slice, further disabling him before kneeling down. "Sentinel. I can hardly believe the path you've taken. It pains me to have to end it."
"Optimus, you must understand. I did this for our planet, our race! We were once gods, all of us! I had to betray you to bring it back" the older prime said, able to get one leg out of the rubble and push himself to his knees.
"Your betrayal, was to yourself." Optimus said with a saddened tone, moving the gun to Sentinel's head and shooting. The older Prime hardly had time to realize the trouble before his spark died out and his body growing limp.
A sound behind himself had Optimus looking back, looking rather confused. Behind him, Megatron had sat down, looking defeated. In all their time fighting, Optimus had never seen him in such a state; the Decepticon having always been defiant and stubborn.
Not willing to lower his guard, Optimus walked to Megatron, his canon at the ready in his one good arm as he looked at the other bot. "What is this, have you lost the will to fight? So unlike you." He commented.
Megatron looked up, giving a sigh. "I feel this will be my end. Should I fight you I'd only end up like my master and… ex-partner." He shook his head. "Should I surrender I'd probably be killed anyway. Besides, what have I left? My master is no more, and there is no way to use the machine now even if I wanted to. And what do I have left to do on this world without being able to bring Cyberton back? I've no purpose left. Just let me die in piece. For once, I want to enjoy what little life I have left." He said, looking up to the sky that had just been cleared of incoming doom.
Optimus frowned and sat down as well. "You don't have to be a Decepticon." He stated.
Megatron sneered. "And what, be a 'good' robot like you, helping these pests you took sides with?" he shook his head and spit at the ground. "they'd have me killed too. After all, I did try to kill the world. Twice. You'd be best killing me."
Sudden tire screeches were heard, and the two bots looked to where Bumblebee and the rest of the Autobots were coming to return to Optimus. The prime looked to Megatron, worry in his eyes. He couldn't explain it but he felt he couldn't just kill Megatron. Looking down he shook his head.
"Megatron…" he said, before pausing as the other Autobots moved closer. Shaking his head, he moved to the Decepticon and pushed him to the ground.
Megatron smirked up at him. "What are you without me to fight? I guess we will see. It was… nice, knowing you, Prime." He stated.
Optimus made a motion as though clenching his jaw, before moving face to face with the Decepticon. "I'll speak with you again. But for now, goodbye." He said, moving his blade through Megatron's spark.
With only a faint Idea of what the Autobot leader had him mind, the Decepticon huffed before his eyes went out, his life leaving him.
As Optimus stood, he looked to the Autobots. "Autobots. There are many Decepticons around the city. Gather as many as you can. Those who surrender, bring them back to base. Those who fight you may eliminate." He ordered. The bots got to work immediately. "Ratchet." Optimus called, halting the medical officer.
The neon yellow-green Autobot paused and looked to Optimus. "Yes?" he asked, looking like he'd rather be getting to work.
"I need you to find my arm, so it can be replaced." Optimus said, pausing. "also meet me in my hanger when this is over." He added.
With the Autobots working to clear the city of the remaining Decepticons, Optimus turned to Lt. Lennox. "I can see it would be hard to trust us after this incident. I ask only that we may have time to rest, before having to deal with most others." He said.
The Lieutenant nodded, shouting out to his men orders on what to do. Meanwhile, Ratchet returned with Optimus's arm. Nodding, Optimus looked down to Megatron, lifting up body onto his shoulder. "I'm returning to the N.E.S.T. Headquarters." He said, walking off out of the main scene.
Ratchet followed him looking quite concerned. "Optimus, why are you bringing the body of Megatron?" he asked, the question probably one of the most obvious ones to ask and the hardest to answer. Optimus gave him a look between a glare and a sad frown.
Without and Answer, Ratchet continued to follow Optimus as they made it to the edge of the city, where the roads were less damaged. "Optimus…" Ratchet tried again. "Will you be okay?" he asked.
The question caught the Prime off guard, before he shook his head. "Only time will tell." He said, before transforming, turning into his Truck form with Megatron tied to the back.
Before he set off though, he felt a hand on the roof the truck. "Optimus, I may not know what will come, but be careful. This is a stressful time, and we need someone who can lead us through it." Ratchet said, before moving behind him. It took Optimus a moment to realize that the other Autobot was covering Megatron in a large tarp so that it wouldn't be easy to notice him.
"Thank you." Optimus said, before driving off to the base.
It has been three days, and since then Optimus has refused to leave his chambers. He had a room sealed off from the rest of the building for meetings and such, where the room was soundproof so it would be difficult for anyone outside to overhear. Since the battle, Optimus has been locking himself away in it, his trailer of weapons scattered apart around the room while Megatron lied in a corner, still covered by a tarp.
Of course, he would get occasional visits from his team, mostly from Ratchet who had been aiding him with the fixing of his arm. On the third day, when Ratchet came in, Optimus noticed that Bumblebee was with him this time. With an agitated motion, he put his hand to his face and glared at him. "What do you want?"
Bumblebee look off to the side and Ratchet shook his head. "Optimus, the men are getting worried. You've gone through many phases, but this is something like I've never seen. Anger, Silence, Sorrow. I've seen you through so many, but this is all new, and on an all new level."
Bee looked to him, and for this rare occasion used his actual voice, as it seems he had been stating to use more and more often around the other Autobots. "It's… Concerning. We all miss your presence, especially with the news as of late." He stated.
Optimus looked to him confused. Ratchet spoke up to clear this. "Its recent. They have been unable to Locate Megatron's body, and many Assume that some, perhaps more than some of the Decepticons have made off with his body after the battle, intending to revive him as they have done before when the cube still had remaining pieces left." He paused. "I know that is not that case, but there were many Decepticons that day, and many are sure some got away. I'm having a hard time dissuading them of the idea of a reviving Megatron."
Optimus sighed and shook his head. "I'm not sure what to do, Ratchet. Before he died, Megatron mentioned that without him, what would I be? And truth be told, it feels…. Odd to not worry about him returning." He said, his hand clenching at his chest.
Ratchet gave him a pointed look. "Do you long to bring him back?" he asked. When Optimus showed no answer Bee spoke up.
"He is the reason we are all in this mess!" he said, before looking to Optimus. "Why would we bring him back? He will only want more destruction."
Optimus sighed and pushed his weapons to the side some hitting the wall forcefully in his bout of rage. "Bumblebee, I can't explain it. Try to imagine what it would be like if Sam died. What would you have to do then? It feels like a void, and I can't figure out what to do. Even if he was revived, I doubt he would do much but let himself be killed off again."
Bumblebee looked down as he thought over Optimus's words. Even now he was still Sam's Guardian, and would do anything to keep him safe. Without Sam was unthinkable to him.
Ratchet on the other hand had moved over to Kneel down by Optimus. He looked concerned. "What do you mean? Megatron has gone through so much to try and destroy this world, why would he just stop?"
Optimus looked to the covered body and shook his head. "When I took his life, he had no fight left in him. He had willingly given up the last minutes of his life to look at the sky and, as he put it, 'Enjoy the little life he has left'." Optimus looked back at Ratchet. "It sound hard to believe, but I feel a spark of hope."
Bumblebee looked up at that moment and crossed his arms. "We don't even know where his body is. for all we know, he might be up again and plotting revenge. I don't see how you can still see good in him…" he said, throwing his arms down and shaking his head in his confusion. "If that moment really did happen, it wouldn't mean a thing if he's being catered to by other Decepticons!"
Prime stood up, looking to Bumblebee with a thoughtful look. "Bumblebee, you've been by my side for a long time now, I trust you can hold this secret. Megatron is not with any Decepticons. I know because I brought him back here myself." He said, moving over to the corner and pulling the tarp off. "I've seen good in him, as unlikely as it is, and I can't bring myself to dispose of his body. His spark is still intact…."
Optimus covered Megatron back up, looking to the shocked Autobot near the entrance. "Please Bumblebee, only you, me and Ratchet know of this. I'm sure if the humans find out, they will destroy him for good. I can not allow that to happen. I just need to find a way to revive him without alerting too many people."
The Autobot looked between Optimus and ratchet for a moment before dropping his shoulders and nodding, an affirmative sound coming from him. Optimus relaxed some and turned to Ratchet. "I'll return to my duties. As you've said there are probably plenty of Decepticons who got away, we must find them." He said with a nod.
The two nodded in return and left the room. Optimus moved his weapons trailer back into position and transformed it back into the trailer before walking back out of the room, giving the covered form of Megatron one last look over his shoulder.
A few days turned into weeks, which turned into months. The rumors that Decepticons had Megatron hadn't slowed at all, though they have tracked down and taken out many Decepticons who've escaped. Only a few, very, very few have changed sides to the Autobots.
These Decepticons-turned-Autobots have been under close watch, neither the older Autobots nor the human counterparts of the team allowing them any slack. While having worked harder than any of the others, most of the turned Autobots have begun to adapt to living with the humans, and even become passionate about their work in the N.E.S.T. base. Occasionally they were even taken out for missions.
Of course, some had a harder time adapting, and some were only trying to get in as spies. With all the security on them though, the spies had been filtered out and the few having a harder time adapting were given new options in working with the Autobots to see if it would be any more comfortable.
Despite all the death, The Autobots in the Nest team seemed to be adapting well, and even as time passed, no one had found out about Megatron hidden in Optimus's room. The months slipped into a year, and Optimus had finally reached a decision.
Calling upon Ratchet and Bumblebee to his room, he set up to go on a trip. "Ratchet I need you to accompany me. I'll need the back up if he doesn't react well. He'll also likely need medical attention. The war's not been kind to him." Optimus stated.
Ratchet seemed to be a little hesitant, but nodded all the same, watching as Optimus loaded Megatron's body into the weapon-trailer that attaches to Optimus while in his truck form.
"Bumblebee, I need you to let the others know I've gone out. You can say I have a lead on Megatron's location. We also need a distraction while heading out, should anyone take notice. We'll be going tonight while the moon is high in the sky." He said, closing the back compartment of the trailer.
Bumblebee nodded and looked over his shoulder. "I've to meet with Sam this afternoon." He said, and with Optimus's approval, turned into his car form and sped off to meet his friend.
"That boy is very important to Bumblebee" Ratchet started. "He's lost his second girlfriend now, and it's been hard on them both." He said, shaking his head.
Optimus gave him a curious look, but said nothing. He had noticed something along those lines, as when Bumblebee had been with them, while happy to be with his team, he had times where he longed for Sam's companionship. While left unspoken, Prime and many others noticed the Autobot's growing feelings for the boy.
With an amused smile, Optimus shifted into his truck form to rest. He'd need his energy for tonight.
As nightfall approached, Optimus had risen and watched, whilst in his truck form, as everyone moved about their business and slowly, one by one, turning in for the night. Once all the lights were out, he backed up into his room and connected with the Trailer to himself. It was slightly heavier than usual, but he didn't mind it any.
He managed to get to the edge of the building, where the closed doors kept him in. He silently moved one of his headlights to the side as a small pole reached out to the control panel on the side. Verifying himself the door opened, a little louder than he would have liked and he returned his headlight to it's proper position.
Ratchet met up with him as the doors opened and they exchanged silent communications for a moment before slowly driving out of the premises. Driving out the back entrance, they bypassed the guards and slipped onto the road.
Bumblebee was in the back, watching them in his car form from behind security, having helped them bypass it by grabbing the guard's attentions for a moment. With his part done, he drove back into the base, closing the door on his way in and moving to his bay to sleep. With all the "new" Autobots, he was hardly allowed any time off, even to see Sam, in order to keep the new members in line. As he drove back to his spot, he let his engines whir at one of the ones looking to sneak out that night, effectively getting them to move back into his bay and return to sleep.
Once on the road, Ratchet silently asked Optimus where they were headed. Optimus replied with an internal GPS of some old warehouses he planned to use as cover hidden behind some mountains. They had been there before, having scoped it out as a great rest spot to hide from the public eye, but haven't done much else to make it an official hide spot for them.
It took a few hours but soon enough they managed to reach the warehouse, thankfully undetected. Once in the warehouse, the two transformed and pulled Megatron from the trailer, sitting him up on the far side of the warehouse away from the door. Optimus made sure to move the trailer further from Megatron as well, to keep him from the weapons stored inside.
Ratchet looked over Megatron's body and made some disapproving sounds. "I expected damage, but this is quite extensive." He said, glancing back at Optimus. "I can heal up most of it. Though he'd need be awake for me to get started. Without an active body, it is next to impossible to get the damage to heal."
Optimus looked down and nodded. Ratchet moved away from Megatron's body and stood on standby, tensed and watched carefully, ready to shoot if he needed to. From what he has seen with Sentinel, waking up, it didn't seem pleasant.
Optimus pulled the Matrix from his chest and looked to Megatron, praying silently that he was not making a grave mistake as he pressed the matrix to Megatron's chest. After a moment the Decepticon's spark ignited, and Megatron flinched as he regained consciousness, but as his eye sparked to life, it was to the two Autobot's shock that he simple shifted, moving to sit more comfortably.
Optimus pulled his hand away, the Matrix following it before he returned it to his chest where he kept it safe. All was quiet for a moment, while no one made any movement.
The Silence was broken when Megatron spoke up. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. What do you want, Prime?" He said. The question alone caused Optimus to flinch but in the sorrowful tone that it was spoken in made him lower himself to the ground.
After another moment of silence Megatron snarled. Ratchet raised his guns, but made no move to fire since the Decepticon made no move to get up. "hmph. After all this trouble you don't even have a reason for waking me? Speak Prime!" The Decepticon growled, seeming to become angrier by the second.
Optimus looked down before looking back up to Megatron. "I… Believed it would be alright to bring you back. I do not feel that you wish to hurt us further." He said, somewhat stumbling over his words.
Sneering, Megatron took a moment to look to Ratchet, who had now lowered his weapon, before turning to Optimus again. "I've told you I have no interest joining your team and those pests you took sides with. Those filthy humans… they'd have me dead anyway." The turned to the side and huffed. "I don't need to fight anymore. My master is gone, completely. And my last hope of restoring Cybertron is gone with Sentinel."
"As I recall, you and Sentinel were having a hard time working together." Optimus said, looking up at him curiously.
Megatron let out a cold laugh. "We were deemed as 'partners', as he refused to work under me. I refused to work under him, but it appeared with his ability to use that transport device, he seemed to have more power than I." he growled. "I couldn't stand it. He may have been a Prime, but it does not give him power over my men." The Decepticon leader clenched his fist.
Optimus tilted his head, looking at Megatron before shaking his head and Chuckling. "Megatron, you have every right to rule the Decepticons as I do the Autobots. Sentinel was once my mentor, though as he gave up the title to lead the Autobots, it was brought down to me. Just as the fallen was your master, with his demise you gain his title."
Megatron gave him a look. "Are you always so… philosophical? Either way there is a difference between all of you and me; you were all primes."
Optimus shook his head. "Think about it Megatron. I think you've been denied something that's always been yours." He said, pausing to shift closer and press a finger at his chest. "I believe you are a prime. Few others could be my equal."
Megatron trained him with a look and shook his head. "doesn't matter now anyway, does it." He paused and looked to Ratchet who has been quiet this whole time. "What's this one doing here?"
Ratchet began to look uncomfortable, but Optimus spoke up for him. "I requested he came, both in case you woke up hostile, and to help repair you if you'd like, once you had woken. This is our medical officer, Ratchet." He introduced.
Ratchet nodded to Megatron, his parts shifting to a stance to show he was of no harm. Megatron just gave him a look and sighed. "Well I'm obviously not fighting. So what, you plan to heal me?" he scoffed.
Ratchet shrugged his shoulders. "I've been in the field to heal Autobots a long time. Given that despite our difference in sides, I think there is little difference in how our bodies function. If you would like, I could repair what I can. It looks as though the damage to the right side of your face is extensive, and would be likely the hardest to repair."
"You think I don't have medical officers on my own team? They've been trying to fix it since Optimus took down my master." He said, sneering. What he failed to mention was that he refused to take the time to let it heal, and instead focused on the plans he had been working on with the other Decepticons.
Ratchet shook his head and moved to sit on the floor of the warehouse. "Even so, I wish to help. Though if you do not want it I will not press you." He said, moving back into a resting position.
Megatron huffed and looked back to Optimus. The Prime having moved away and was talking on a secure line back to base. The Decepticon heard mentions of himself and after listening for a moment he heard the line disconnect. When Optimus returned, he addressed Hatchet first.
"Bumblebee has been updated of the situation. He says he'll come to meet us when He'd done with his duties." Optimus told them.
Ratchet nodded and looked to the entrance. "I feel I should get back. It'd be odd if I was absent as well." He spoke up, moving to stand.
Optimus nodded. "All right. I'll be here in the meantime." He said, before moving to Megatron. "I trust you not to attack or escape."
Megatron laughed. "Your trust is greatly misplaced. As it was with Sentinel. Ah well. I'll remain here. I assume no one knows I'm still alive."
Optimus nodded and moved to sit beside Megatron. "Only the three of us plus Bumblebee know of your status. To the rest of the world you are dead, and your body missing." He confirmed. He let the comment of misplaced trust slide, a pang of hurt running through his chest.
Soon after Ratchet left the two alone. They sat in silence for a while, but it was broken when the Decepticon sighed. "I never took you one to be greedy."
Optimus looked shocked. "I try not to be, what are you talking about?" He replied, confused at the Decepticon's words.
Megatron chuckled. "I can't tell how long it's been. A day, a year? Either way wouldn't this planet be safer should I never awaken? You'd put this planet in danger, to return me to it, for reasons I can not understand." He paused. "Are you lonely?"
Optimus looked to Megatron for a moment before shaking his head. "I do not feel any further threat to the human race. And I am not lonely, I have the rest of my team with me." He replied carefully.
Megatron laughed. "I do not mean that. Do you remember what I said before, right before you ended my life?" he asked, pausing to let Optimus think before speaking up again. "'What are you without me to fight?' I believe it was. Did you have a hard time adapting to a world where your enemy is gone?" he asked.
Optimus looked down and thought about the words. "The humans are still rebuilding from the fight we had. It was a year ago now, and since then we've actually had our hands full. Many of the Decepticons fought till death. Others ran. There were even a few who took our side."
"– unfaithful scrap metal…"
"and since then we've been hunting the survivors who ran and training the new ones on our team." Optimus finished. As he looked to Megatron he sighed and shook his head. "Though I think I understand what you mean. Something feels, unbalanced. I am unused to this feeling of peace, it leaves me uneasy." He replied.
Megatron nodded. "When I think about it, it seems perfectly balanced when we fight. When I try to imagine a world where you win, it seems to peaceful, too calm. I'm sure when you imagine if I win it would be too chaotic."
Optimus nodded, leaning his head back on the concrete back wall of the warehouse. "I suppose you are right. Between the two extremes though, which would you prefer?"
Megatron laughed. "Shouldn't it be obvious? Since I'm the leader, should Decepticons win we would be all powerful, with me on top!" he said, clenching his fist before sighing and relaxing again. "I can't stand it when it's so quiet."
Optimus looked thoughtful. "The humans are much like us. Even without us they would be in an eternal conflict, just as we are." He started. "I find it hard to believe that even if we were to help the humans, it would ever quiet down. They are all conflicted with each other in some way."
The Decepticon gave Optimus a look before shaking his head. "You fight for the freedom of a race, but they are still in conflicts with each other. Huh, seems a bit pointless." He muttered.
"Were we so different? Humans are a young race, and have much to learn." With a shake of his head He looked to Megatron. "While I can't deny that they are much more frail than us, they are capable of many things as we are. Compassion, violence, emotions… They have potential, they just need time, and guidance."
"This is what makes you weak. You fight for those weaker than you. Even humans know of natural selection, those who are weak die, and the strong survive." Megatron Scoffed.
Optimus chuckled in response. "You may see it that way, but weak and strong, if they are all taken out they have no future. Everyone deserves a chance for a future… Humans, Autobots, and Decepticons."
Megatron shook his head. "Your kindness is what gets you killed." He paused. "You believe that Decepticons can live here peacefully, after all that's happened?"
"You almost sound like you want peace on this planet now. In any case, it would take a bit of convincing, but I believe peace is possible. No doubt the other Decepticons would try to continue what you've been doing, but at least it leaves us to have something to do while we are here." Optimus answered.
Megatron answered with a grunt, and turned his back to Optimus. Taking this as the end of their conversation, Optimus got up and walked out of the warehouse. He moved his trailer out and moved it to a shed beside the warehouse, before working around to make it so that there were small devises set up to hide his and Megatron's energon readings. It took most of the afternoon, keeping him occupied and would only work a short radius. Regardless, it was working.
As night began to fall he shifted to his truck form and drove out to meet Bumblebee. Megatron was resting back at the warehouse, and Optimus would be able to tell if he left due to the energon suppressors.
As Optimus met up with Bumblebee, he felt an uneasiness come to him at the other Autobot's silence. Soon he understood. They drove together along the roads and off the roads to a small valley just before where Megatron was resting and Optimus transformed as the door to the Camaro opened.
Optimus looked down to Sam, before his attention turned to Bumblebee who was transforming into his robotic self. "He has insisted that he came with me. But I haven't told him anything." The yellow bot said, looking to the ground.
"Oh, now you talk? Well yeah, you haven't told me anything. I know somethings up. Bee, why won't you tell me? Optimus, what's going on?" Sam demanded.
"It is difficult to talk about, Sam. This is something we are having trouble dealing with and the humans can not know about it." He sighed. "Only Bumblebee and Ratchet know of the situation besides me. If too many know about it, there can and will be great problems." Optimus warned.
Sam looked pissed. "Problems? If there is a problem, we have to know about it! I know it's been a year since then but the fact is that Megatron is missing. His body has yet to be found despite all our attempts to find him. I get a bad feeling Optimus." He sighed and looked to the ground, pacing back and forth.
"Don't get me wrong, I'm delighted to be a part of all this but my life has been stripped! All my opportunities on having a normal life are constantly blown out the window. My girlfriends keep leaving me because all of this is too much for them, and whenever things finally calm down something just pops up and Decepticons are on my ass over and over again!" he shook his head.
"There are a lot of them out there now, and they are still looking for me! These past few years… it's been weird. What could I possibly have to offer?" he asked. He sounded like he was about to have a panic attack.
"Relax Sam," Optimus started, "It is likely that since the cube's information was passed to you that the Decepticons are still finding it useful." He said. "You don't have to worry, the All Spark has no further parts of it left, as far as we know and its information is safe with you."
Sam shook his head. "I haven't seen anything since you defeated the Fallen. It's like my mind is normal again, no more symbols…."
Bumblebee made a sound and Optimus shook his head. "The All Spark's power is still within you, Sam. Even if it does not show it's self now, it is lying dormant within you. Its information hidden within your mind." Optimus explained. "Should its information be needed again, it may reactivate and show you more of the information needed."
Sam sighed. "So what am I now, huh? The secret weapon for the Autobots? What happens when I get old? Or if I die? What if, I don't want this anymore? What if I want to go back to a normal life?"
Bumblebee made a sad sound from his motors and sat on the ground. "Oh no- Bee, Bee that's not what I meant." He said, but the yellow Autobot seemed to be rather hurt. Sam moved over and climbed up his leg to sit on the bent knee, now eye level with the yellow Autobot.
"Listen Bee, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out. I'd never want a normal life if it meant I had to leave you. You've been here with me for everything…" he said. Bee looked to him and made a muffled sound, before turning to Optimus.
The Prime looked to bee and sighed. "I suppose we can't really delay for too much longer." He said, before turning to Sam. "I shall put my trust in you to keep this a secret." He said, before turning and transforming back into his alternate form. Bumblebee followed up on this, having moved Sam off his knee to turn into the Camaro.
Same gave them odd looks before opening Bee's door and getting in, letting the Autobot drive and follow Optimus to the warehouse. Once inside, Same got out, looking around skeptically, since it seemed to be mostly empty until his eyes rested on the resting form of Megatron.
Bumblebee transformed and sat down behind Sam, who stumbled back, gaping at the sight. Optimus looked to Megatron, and after a moment the Decepticon leader shifted, earning a gasp from the human who had backed into Bumblebee. While Megatron got up, he noticed the human, who was now behind one of Bumblebee's arms, the yellow Autobot seeming rather protective of the boy.
"Optimus I heard only that the yellow one was coming. I heard nothing about this pest tagging along." He growled. He was obviously not pleased to see the boy.
Optimus shook his head. "I was not aware he would be arriving either." He replied before looking to Sam.
"What the hell!? Why is Megatron here? Why are you just standing by?" Sam screamed. He was held back by Bumblebee and turned to his car. "And you knew about this!? What's wrong with you guys? He's the bad guy!"
Megatron brought a hand to his head as though he had a headache. "That boy is very annoying." He muttered. "He would be the first one to have me killed I'm sure. He's done it before." The Decepticon snarled.
Optimus made a small motion with his hand. "Easy." He said softly before turning to Sam. "I'm keeping Megatron here, by my own decision. I know we have learned that my decisions haven't always been right, but I need you to trust me." He said.
"Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you." Be said, looking to Sam with concern.
Sam grunted and looked at Megatron. "So what, are you going to try and be a good guy now? Or do you want us to think differently just so you can take us by surprise? Whatever it is you are doing, I'm not falling for it!" he yelled, turning to leave. "Come on Bee, we're going home."
The yellow Autobot looked desperately to Optimus, before transforming and following Sam out. Sam opened the door and looked back into the warehouse before driving off. As they left, he talked with bee, now mostly over the radio, of what to do, and they both agreed it would be best to keep it a secret, for now.
Optimus sighed and sat down next to Megatron. "There are few humans who I wholly trust on this planet…" he started.
"And that brat is one of them?" Megatron questions. When Optimus nodded he sighed. "I'm seriously starting to doubt your trusting skills." He commented. Optimus laughed. Before long, Megatron was laughing as well.
