So I get this as a review on Captured Until Further Notice: Optimus' girl: I'm a really big fan of stories were the Mech carries a sparkling. I was wondering if you could do a story with Optimus having a sparkling with a Autobot or a Decepticon. I'll leave the rest up to you and your talented mind, and I'm sleeping on it, and I really think the only mech that could get Optimus carrying is Megatron. So here it is:
Optimus went on patrol. The Decepticons were unusually quiet, and the Prime was unusually anxious. He came to the conclusion that getting out of the Ark would do him good.
When he came to a river and heard the toad songs, he pulled over, slowly drifted down the decline to the bank, and transformed. The toads stopped singing for a moment, then started up again. Optimus moved closer and a frog squeaked as it abandoned its hiding place and dove into the water, surfacing on the other side of the river. Optimus settled in the grass and watched the sun set. He had no reason to assume anything bad would happen.
"Isn't it a bit late for you to be out on your own, Autobot?"
Optimus whirled around (all that anxiety did serve a purpose after all) and brought his weapons up to fire, the sound of them charging up easing his rapid sparkpulses only slightly. "I still have time to kill you, Megatron."
"Oh, but you wouldn't." Megatron lifted his servo. Two High Grade cubes sat in his palm and he smirked. "How about we refuel and talk for an hour or so? You know, have a Christmas truce on the last day of May. Start a new month on a good note?"
Optimus lowered his weapons, then dropped the guns. A truce could turn into a lasting truce, which meant the end of the war! He nodded and settled down again. Megatron sat beside him and offered the High Grade cubes. Optimus accepted one.
"What are you doing out so late, Optimus?" Megatron drained the cube in moments and subspaced it, producing another before Optimus could process what the warlord had said fully.
"I have been worried, Megatron. You and your Decepticons have been very quiet, too quiet." He slowly sipped at his High Grade, having removed his battle mask, and then swallowed it completely. He felt guilty for refueling like this. The others back at base were busy scrounging around for Energon and he was drinking top-of-the-line fuel. He refused the second cube that Megatron offered.
"We have been suffering a shortage of Energon as well, and my pathetic Seekers have wasted the last of their fuel reserves due to chasing your Windcharger and Trailbreaker again. This is really getting old, Optimus." He swallowed his third cube.
Optimus lowered his helm and replaced his battle mask, slightly nervous. Megatron was quickly getting drunk, and would then be...unpredictable.
"Why don't you leave that blasted thing off and let me see your face?"
Optimus looked at him in surprise. Megatron was definitely drunk. His optics were flickering and he looked offbalanced even though he was seated. But he didn't know if Megatron was aggressive, so he removed his battle mask and lowered his optics.
The warlord laughed. "Hiding your pretty face from my warriors, huh? Afraid they'll jump you?"
"I not afraid of your pet soldiers, Megatron," Optimus snapped, offended. "I-"
"Oh, please, Optimus, spare me the theatrics..." The warlord put his face right in Optimus' and he exhaled. The Prime shuddered at the scent of High Grade. "Tell me, my little friend...have you known any mechs?"
Optimus didn't think that question translated to who are your friends?. His faceplates heated up and he snapped his battle mask back into place. "None," he growled.
"Oh, what about femmes?"
Megatron smirked at Optimus' saddened optics and he scooted closer, fumbling. His seductive move was not exactly...elegant. He smashed his servo between the Prime's legs. "That pretty pink thing on Cybertron, huh? She's a precious one, a little bratty for my liking. She and Starscream could get together and be perfect."
Optimus pushed Megatron's servo back, but it moved right where it had been before. The warlord smirked more.
"Nervous, Prime?" He pushed the Prime backwards and positioned himself between the Prime's legs.
"Megatron, you are not aware of what you are doing!" He pushed the warlord back, whining when he heard a panel click back. Another click followed, and Optimus felt a cool breeze against his exposed opening.
"You weren't kidding, Optimus," Megatron rumbled as he laid down on him. He slammed into the Prime's aft and Optimus went still, watching the warlord grunt and groan. Tears collected in his optics, but he didn't let them roll down his cheeks. When Megatron overloaded, he opened the Prime's chestplates and crushed their sparks together. "You're so stiff, move around a bit!"
Optimus squirmed weakly, a single tear rolling down his cheek as bright light illuminated them both. Megatron got up and left the Prime to curl up. "Thanks for the truce, Optimus, but it's over once the sun rises."
The Prime looked down at his spark and saw the little sparkling developing on his spark. He watched Megatron leave him with the mess and their child.
He drove back to base and avoided everyone, holding his chest as he walked to his quarters and stood in front of the mirror. He opened his chamber.
The sparkling was only a spark and a tiny frame developing, so far. It would be bigger in a few days, and then it would make noises and move around his spark, but wouldn't be ready to detach for several weeks. Until then, Optimus could keep quiet about his new...child. He shuddered at that thought, then sighed as he walked to a calendar, marking down the days until the little one would be ready to see the team.
He looked down at his sparkling and reached in, stroking what could end up to be a pede. "How are you, little one? Well?" He sighed and lowered his helm. "Mm..."
How could he manage with a sparkling clinging to his spark? He shook his helm and covered his face as his chestplates clicked back into place and he shuddered at the thought of the sparkling turning into its sire.