Notes:
SO Obviously I don't own anything you don't recognize. I unfortunately own nothing but the OC's and the plot, though I would love to own Megatron or Optimus. * wiggles eyebrows ignoring the glare from the warlord*
RIGHT, this is the first fanfic I have written and English is not my native language (Dutch is). Please forgive the grammar mistakes or the miss use of certain words.
I will try and pre-warn for warnings before chapters, however it is E rated To be safe and I tried to put all the warnings in the tags, but If I miss a crucial one, let me know. Please keep your tips constructive so i can learn from them
Alright I do hope you all enjoy and don't stop reading after the first chapter:) I certainly enjoyed writing it! OH and google the titles that inspired this story, those writers are awesome! Please comment.
From the well of allsparks primus gazed down upon his children, keeping an optic on two of his most.. challenging children. Megatron was never been an easy carefree spark, Starscream used to be full of innocence and curiosity but was slowly corrupted by frustration and greed for power.
Venting slowly, he moved his digits over the shimmering liquid of the vision well making the image of the two decepticons shimmer upon contact. The well was a handy tool to observe all that he wished, though he did not do this often.. he was a busy mech afer all.
His children had never been so challenging as they were now, with the destruction of Cybertron and inhabiting the earth came new chances, but also new challenges. Megatron and Strarscream had been royal pain in the afts for centuries now.
Moving his digits over the liquid once more his derma's pulled up in a resemblance of a smile as he saw the gentle blue optics of Orion Pax, or Optimus Prime as he was now designated. Feeling the constriction around his spark lessen as he gazed upon his dear living prime he knew that the matrix of leadership had chosen well. Optimus had not only learned to co-habitate on the planet, but had also mated with one of the tiny human's. True, the femme had cyberformed thanks to new technology and did not classify as "human" any longer, but the prime had lost his spark to her before that. Grimacing he wished with all his spark that prime's counterparts would one day feel the same, he had stood by when his..their.. homeplanet was destroyed. He would not allow the same fate to fall on earth.
Changing the image once more to focus on his two little miscreants he frowned as he saw the face of Megatron, highly unamused. Leaning closer he learned that there had been an attempt to raid one of the energon mines, they had failed courtesy of the Autobots. One of the deals Optimus had made with the humans was protection in trade for energon. This agreement worked well enough and no humans where seriously injured in the raids, the Decepticons returning empty handed.
Seeing the destruction that the two mechs so gleefully produced made primus growl, no.. no more. He would give those two Mech's one more chance, believing that if those two were convinced of change, the others would follow their example. Moving away from the well he waived his servo in a graceful arc, a huge gold plated hourglass shimmering into existence. The grains shining like millions of tiny diamonds behind the glass, he would give them their chance, 4380 human hours is what they would have, in this time they would have to learn to understand the humans, and to see the errors in the way they functioned. If not.. Primus did not want to move his processor there, his spark would break if he would have to take the mech's sparks but he could not allow any more damage to this new home, to their future.
Yes, a wonderful plan, he thought to himself his derma's twitching lightly into a cheeky smirk. If this wouldn't teach those mechs a lesson, nothing would.