-1Here's Part 4 of Fair Winds of Cybertron, just like I said. I took the poll down (in case anyone noticed), and all other details can be found on my bio page.
As usual, I only own my original characters (duh), my versions of canon characters, the rampant OOC-ness you've all come to expect from my stuff, and whatever hasn't already been claimed by somebody else.
All other junk aside, here goes nothing.
RANDOM NOTE: To get the full effect for this segment, read it while listening to 'I Don't Want To Miss A Thing' by Aerosmith. That's the song I had stuck in my head while I wrote this.
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Full Circle
Thank you, Primus, Megatron thought as he lay silent and still in his bed. Zephyr slept with her head nestled against his shoulder and he had his arm around her, holding her close as she gave a soft sigh at something in her dreams. She had her own arm draped across him in a loose embrace, her forearm serving as a pillow for little Galvie, who lay cuddled up on his father's chest, little claws clinging lightly as he blinked sleepily up at the larger Decepticon and smiled. "Daeee," he lisped in a soft, cooing voice before yawning and drifting off to sleep as well. Megatron didn't so much as stir, lest he disturb either of them and end this perfect moment, merely lying there as quiet as could be and feeling the warm glow of sheer contentment fill every fiber of his being. All his dreams of power and glory faded to less than nothing before the utter bliss he had found simply through loving another. I wouldn't trade this moment for the power of ten thousand All Sparks, or for unquestioned domination of the whole universe and all other dimensions besides.
Staring up at the ceiling, feeling a broad smile taking shape upon his face, he found himself feeling reluctant to let sleep claim him. Even the sweetest dream was as nothing before the wonder of the reality, and he wished the moment would last forever. He wanted to just stay there in that moment until the end of time. Moving very carefully, he turned to look at Zephyr's sleeping face, and the small smile that graced her beautiful features. He wondered what she was dreaming about. Do you see me in your dreams? The fact that she loved him had always amazed him, had amazed him from the very start and still he found it a wondrous, joyous miracle that someone as sweet and pure as she was could possibly love someone like him, tainted as he was by evil deeds. There were times when he felt unworthy of her goodness, All Spark or not. He owed her so much… Oh Zephyr, you saved my life and my spark, freed me from a prison I never knew I'd been placed in. Your love for me, your faith in me… You moved the heart of a god, and all for me, even after what I've done. As he had done uncountable times before, he swore an oath in that moment. My darling Zephyr, if ever you should find yourself in danger, I will do whatever it takes to save you and I will not hesitate. Even if it should cost me my life.
As Megatron relaxed and let sleep claim him, snuggled up close to his wife and son, he had no clue that the security camera in the corner of his room had a different audience than any security officer. No, it had been tapped into and overridden by some unknown spy, and the images it captured were relayed to someplace far away and displayed on a huge screen for a group of sinister strangers to look at. "…Sickening," one of the watchers said eventually, voice filled with hate. "Sickening indeed," another replied. "He has no right to be this well off after what he did. It disgusts me that he has been allowed to go free without paying for his crimes!" Turning, a third, who had been staring at the screen spoke up. "Don't worry, we'll take care of that oversight. Our plans are already in place, remember? We'll make him pay the price for each and every life his cursed war ended." The second turned to regard the third. "And then?" A wicked smile took shape on the face of the third. "And then we'll kill him."
An old memory drifted through Megatron's dreaming mind. In the aftermath of the first strike in what would turn into the massive, eons-long war that would lead him to Earth and change everything, one of the prisoners he'd captured had approached him. She had introduced herself as Clearsight, a fortuneteller and seer of the future, and she had offered to tell his future in return for being spared. Something deep down inside him, some last fragment of the good person he had once been, had accepted her offer… And so she had told his fortune. "Long, long is the road that lies before you, king of deceit. Flames light your path, and multitudes cry your name from the dust. The great will fall before you, yet the power you seek will call you away from the battlefield, away from this world you seek to rule. You will descend as a raging flame upon a world where much lies hidden, and as a flame you shall be quenched. Cold will hold you as you sleep, until Fate crosses your path in a single frail form. The frail beings of that world hold your life in their hands, and the first to find you will give rise to your defeat. Beneath the ground you will wait for the day to come when a youth claims his legacy, and a kinsman's defeated cry will herald not his downfall but yours. Your quest will end in water, just as your journey to that world will end in cold. " She'd smiled at him then. "Yes, you will do much for power… But you will do yet more for love. You yourself shall stand against the flames of revolution you seek to ignite, striving to undo what you now hope to accomplish. In the end, what you want shall be yours… after you no longer want it. Yet in gaining what you no longer want you will also gain something you never realized you wanted." Her words had confused him, and in the end he'd broken his word and killed her anyway. But she was telling the truth, he realized. He now realized she'd predicted his arrival and stay on Earth quite nicely, along with the joy he had found. She did as I asked of her… and I killed her anyway. Another betrayal to atone for, another life ended. Sorrow filled him at the thought.
A ray of light shone into the darkness of his emotions, a gentle, loving caress against his thoughts, the echo of a sweet, innocent laugh. His beloved reached out to him, drawing him out of his darkness and into her light. Distracting him from his memories by using her own as she usually did, she walked with him on the remembered streets of Mission City. Sometimes she would lie beside him in a field of tall grass from her early childhood and watched the clouds drift by. Other times she walked with him across a sandy beach she'd often visited while growing up. Sometimes they would merely sit together on the balcony of the apartment she'd owned before she met him, watching as the sun set and the stars came out one by one. If her memories were beautiful, the fantasies she showed him were unbelievable. She had a truly remarkable capacity to remember music and to mentally play it back to herself, and to him. Stunning symphonies from long ago, the energetic music of the modern age, the joyous celebration of life that crossed so many cultures… At peace in her arms, all darkness banished by her presence and her love, Megatron slept on.
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When my little brother was a baby, he never said 'Da-da.' Not even once. He always used 'Daeee'. For anyone who can't understand my attempt at writing baby talk, that's 'daddy'.
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