Traitor Prime

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Author notes : This is something of an AU future fic, center around Hot Rod/Rodimus-

At times he felt guilty, others grateful he had chosen this path. It was silly to dwell on it Rodimus had told himself long ago, for all the 'whatifs' and 'maybes' could not change the here and now.

Afterall, no one- neither Optimus nor Megatron would have expected this outcome of the war. No, that was wrong. An outcome implied that the war has reached its end but in truth it had only ended for him. For all Rodimus knew, the elder Prime and the Decepticon warlord are highly likely still battering it out on Earth.

'Deserter', 'Traitor' he could still remember the hiss and snarls of former friends and enemies alike on his final departure from Earth. Their reactions were expected, thus he had for once let the insults slid like rainwater over his plating. What had gave him pause was the look in Optimus's optics; even now, decades later he feels the look chill him down to his mainframe. Back then he wanted to crawl on his knees and begged the elder Prime's forgiveness. However his back was to the wall and he couldn't back down, not even for the mech who he admired and owned so much.

Still on quiet nights like this as he looked at the glittering nightlights of the citystate of Patagoni, he wondered if Optimus would ever forgive him for betraying the Autobots.

Not that Rodimus expect to ever meet the elder Prime ever again, in fact it was best if they never did. Circumstances have become so delicate that energon would surely be split in the event of any meeting between them.

So Rodimus resolved to forget his maybes and ignore the guilt till the day he and Optimus rejoined the Matrix and he would save his apologies for then.