A/N: Just so everyone knows! This is a G1 fic and it's during the war on Cybertron when the Decepticons begin winning and it's kinda different from regular G1. KK, now enjoy.

Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 1: Cybertron (Iacon)

Megatron stood tall among the rubble as he saw his vast army swarm the Autobot forces. The battle had just started but it was already decided who the victor would be: the Decepticons. Lately, things had turn around for the warrior side as they began to overpower the weaker, civilian Autobots. There cities were now destoryed and all the occupants were either dead or barely surviving. Now Iacon was doomed and all Megatron had to do was watch as his victory was assured..until something reached his receptors.

" Mommy! Momma! " he heard a little voice cry as he swiveled his helm, trying to pinpoint the source. Until he saw what it was. There it was, a little sparkling clinging on to the lifeless form of her assumed mother-figure. The Autobot crest was clearly emblazed on each of their chassis.

" What do we have here? A little one that has lost her mother...? " he purred, making himself visible as he came closer. Tearful azure optics turned up to look at him fearfully, not realizing who the mech was but recognizing the crest he wore.

" G-Go away! M-Momm-Momma sleeping! " she sobbed, wrapping her arms tighter around the form of the fembot. Megatron's smirk grew as he came closer to the duo. Usually he'd just kill the sparkling off and put it out of it's misery but he had time to spare as the war was won. His optics did a quick scan and evaluated her condition and age. The sparkling could not been born too long ago since her capability of speech was not yet perfected and she had yet to be given her official plating. Only soft plating lined her trembling form and it was grimy from the filthy environment. Yet, she had a familiar air about her.

" Hmph, sleeping? She's dead, child. Do you know what that is? It's when bots fall to the ground and do not get back up, it's when a bot never speaks again, it's when you never see that bot's optics online ever again. Do you understand, little one? " he asked, walking close enough to where he now towered over her. The sparkling hung her helm as his words pierced her already broken spark.

" Daddy...said he'd never let anyone hurt us..." she whispered, tears dripping on her mother's chassis.

" Your father lied, child. He couldn't promise you that with the Decepticons venting down your Autobot necks. " he scoffed, optics trailing to the mother. He could tell she was once a beautiful bot, a breeder no doubt, and probably once an Autobot officer's mate. No...she was too finely painted and much to valuable to be mated to a mere officer. Perhaps she belonged to someone higher up.

" Who is your sire? " he grunted, checking to see if the fembot was really offline. She was.

" S-sire...? Daddy is Oppy Pwime... " she whimpered, clinging closer to her mother.

" Oppy Pwime? Speak up and do not speak to me with such atrocious words! " he growled, voice echoing around the area. Megatron's optics only narrowed as she sobbed harder. The sparkling could not help that she could not speak well yet.

" Opp-Optimus...P-Pwime... " she sniffled through sobs. Megatron's optics went from glaring to wide with shock. Optimus Prime was her sire? There was no possible way!...Was there? How had that mech found the time to mate? A thousand thoughts flashed through his processor until the sparkling's sniffles brought his attention back to her.

" Hush, little one. What is your designation? " he asked, still in shock and trying to decide what to do with this newly discovered treasure. He could kill her but that'd be a waste. Optimus most likely thought she was offline anyways. No, he'd keep her as a bargaining chip or perhaps he could keep her a sign of his conquest over Cybertron. Yes, that's what he'd do! He would keep her and raise her as his own offspring. Megatron had only one other child and he did not even claim the mech. Starscream had been a horrible experimentation of raising his own heir. Now all he had was a mech wanting to overthrow him. Besides, he had already won the war and would not need her for anything else. Killing her would be a waste since fembots were all but extinct and sparklings were a rarity to be praised.

" Optima... " she whispered, thumb finding it's way to her tiny mouth to suck on. Megatron could not help but chuckle. It was fitting that she bore such a similar name to her sire.

" I'll give you a choice, Optima. You can stay here with you mother and get picked off by another Decepticon OR you can come with me and remember what it was like to have a full tank again. Decide quickly. " he said, turning his back to her and walking away, knowing what her choice would be.

" W-Wait...pwease don't leave Momma... " she cried, running after the mech and clinging to his massive leg. Megatron looked back at her over his shoulder. The sparkling was wanting him to bury her mother. A traditional funeral was to shoot the chassis into the nearest sun but that had been done with during the war. Now bodies were torn apart in search of spare parts. The best thing that could be done for a body was to bury it so your comrade was not picked apart.

" Fine, stand aside. " he said, blasting the ground with enough force to make a sizable hole. Megatron was surprisingly gentle as he lowered Optimus' mate into the makeshift grave. His optics flicked to Optima as he dropped the body inside. The sparkling only stood with tearful optics as he began to push the dirt over the hole. Megatron was surprised though as she began to help him push in the dirt.

" Thank you..." she whispered, optics glued to the grave.

" Your...welcome. " he muttered, surprising her by scooping her into his arms. Optima's first thought was to struggle but she quickly calmed herself and nuzzled into his chest, thumb in mouth. Megatron inwardly groaned. How would he explain a sparkling running around his throne room? Eh, he'd just shoot the first bot who brought it up. The others would learn by example.