Hey Peeps! What is up in the house? Welcome to my first transformers fic! And please go easy on me, it's my first one, so it may not be as great as I'd like it to be.

Now, after reading the Goddess, Demyrie's work, "Odd Moments", I just couldn't get her universe out of my skull, so I thought, "HEY she gave permission for others to write stories based on her universe in her Afterword!" and I adore her Megsy, even if he IS evil. It got me thinking of what if there was someone he fell in love with before he became the evil, sexy CEO he is today, and that someone turned up out of nowhere? Bear with me.

Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, otherwise...well, you get the picture.

And I own none of the characters nor do I own the song "Renegade" by Styx used in this first chapter, except for Darksky and Huntress, my female OCs.

Now, ON WITH THE SHOW!

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Chapter 1: New Officer, Old Friends

Detroit sparkling in the white sunlight, the windows of tall buildings glittering beautifully.

People were just waking up to go walking about, off to work, school or whatever they would do that woke them up to this beautiful winter morning.

At the street corner of the police station, was a man. He was aged, but very handsome, a small day old beard on his chiseled, porcelain skin. His hair was dyed a light cyan, with small speckles of grey, and his eyes were sky blue.

Most might have thought he was an angel, if it wasn't for the exhausted, frustrated look on his face, and the splotch of brown on his blue and red windbreaker and jeans. Some punk, one of the DPD interns with all spirit and no brain had knocked him into him hard enough to send the black liquid flying on to his clothes.

"God dammit," he hissed, grumbling to himself.

Three hours. After three hours of touring the DPD Headquarters, he'd already had to deal with that ass-hole Sentinel prime, got into an argument with the medic over how to identify murder weapons and had to keep himself from snapping at interns, not counting the one who knocked into him. And it was only his first day, after transferring here from his home in the New York Adirondacks, because his son and nephew needed the extra help.

Then, he heard his ringtone.

"You renegade who had it made,

retrieved from a-"

He picked it up, and checked the ID.

He heaved a sigh at who it was, before he answered.

"Yes?"

"Hey Paxy, what's up? I heard you have now returned to civilization at last."

He rolled his eyes, "Well, I've seen black bears with table manners better than yours Galvatron."

"UH! How dare you Orion Pax, I'm a gentleman!" huffed the voice on the other line.

The man smirked, shaking his head. Ah Galvy, always knew how to turn his crappy day into a better one.

Orion sighed, "So, how's the Little one?"

"Good. Just started school a few months ago. Did you know he asked me to come dressed on my so-called uniform to school for career day? I didn't know whether to collapse to the ground in shock, or laugh until I got another headache," Galvatron snorted.

Galvatron worked as an exotic dancer at a gay bar/night club at night, and during the day, he was a dance instructor to teach the other dancers some of his moves. He did it for money in order to pay his rent, and to keep him and his son going.

"I can only imagine how those poor kids minds would be scared at seeing a man wearing a fish net shirt and short skirt, along with those purple stiletto boots I got you for your birthday," Orion said, and turned to go inside the station, "Anyway, anything good happen here while I was gone?"

There was a noisy groan, "I'm afraid not Paxy. Well, except that I now have a boyfriend"

"Stop calling me that, you sound like my Mother," Pax said, passing by a woman in police uniform, "A boyfriend, eh? What's he like?"

"I don't kiss, sleep and tell," was the answer.

"You don't tell me anything anymore," Pax scootched past a large, bulky man, and then opened the door to his office.

Galvatron laughed, "And with good reason, otherwise, you'd have nightmares."

"Try me Babes," Orion answered, walking over to his ivory desk and pulling out cigarettes and a lighter.

"Well..." there was a sudden small crackle from the other side, "Sorry Pax, my kid's in the room, and I fear for his innocence."

"You're just using my weakness for kids in order to keep me in the dark," Orion lit a cigarette, waiting for an answer.

"You know me too well. Oh!" Pax nearly choked at the yell, and coughed on the smoke, before Galvy answered, "Huntress is gonna kill me if I don't get to the studio to help with the newbies! By Paxy, I'll call ya later!"

"Hey, wait a-"

*click*

"-minute," Pax slumped, before he fell back into his rolling chair, "No one tells me anything around here."

He picked up the cigarettes and smoked them. He didn't always smoke, but he got into the habit when he turned forty, due to a ton of stress during this one murder case.

Now, it became a normal routine.

He looked out over Detroit through the window of his office. He took another drag before putting out the hazardous chemical into his ashtray, before tilting his head back, savoring the small moment of quiet.

It was...weird returning to the city. He couldn't remember the last time he's heard the familiar honks of cars in traffic or the lights reflecting off the metal giants of the city. To top things off, he was back in his old office.

And it brought back some memories.

He put a hand in the pocket of his windbreaker, felt around some of the spare change, his badge and his credit cards for the one object he always kept with him. He felt the cool rounded metal, and then slowly pulled out his treasure.

An oval shaped pendant, sterling silver, with small rose vine designs on the outside of it, with a red gem on the cover. He traced it's small patterns, memorizing the grooves and felt for the latch. He opened it slowly.

He looked at the small picture placed in it. He ran a finger over the face of a man with black hair, tied back in a braid that went over his shoulder. The man in the picture looked to be in his twenties, and he was smiling, arms wrapped around a thirty year younger Orion, both smiling at the camera. Orion smiled fondly.

He remembered a friend of his taking this picture so well.

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Laughter. Deep, pure laughter, as the two men ran down the dirt road, Orion chasing his companion, with muddy hands, making fake roaring noises, with his hands out.

Loose strands of black hair flew back in small waves from the man in front of him.

"Come on slowpoke, are you a mud monster or-Whoa!"

Orion jumped forwards tackling him to the ground, and then hugging him, to keep his arms pinned to his sides.

"Pax!" his friend yelled, trying to break free.

"Gee, and here I thought you were a good wrestler," Pax pouted, "I wonder if you're ticklish?"

The mock horror on the man's face answered his question, as he reached down and tickled his sides.

"No! Mercy!" he guffawed, trying to push Orion away, "Not the-Hee!" he covered his mouth to try and stifle his laughs, as Orion made him writhe and squirm, laughing and giggling happily behind his hands.

"God, you're laugh is adorable," Pax smirked.

His victim managed to roll his eyes, "Oh shut-EEEAAAH-HAH! Not there! It's sensitive!"

"Your face is cute when you're happy," Pax smirked.

His friend growled among his fits laughter,"Just wait Paxy. when I get my hands on you..."

"Hey guys!"

Both men froze, the victim tilted his head back, quirking a black brow at the oncoming stranger running towards him.

It was a man with white blonde hair, wearing a red t-shirt and black shorts, holding a camera in his hands. He was practically beaming, as Orion let the man beneath him up, sitting down.

"What's up Drift?" Pax asked.

"Look what Deadlock got me for my birthday! A new Digital-camera, with high definition vision that zooms in and it doesn't flash unless it's totally dark," Drift squealed, holding the camera to his chest, like it was his own child.

He noticed his friend roll his eyes at the gesture, "If I didn't know you like I do Drift, I would be worried that you thought the camera was your baby."

"Aw, Megatron, it's just a camera, nothing more," Drift a assured him, smirking, "In fact, I've been wanting to try it out, and I wanted to get a picture of you guys as my first photo."

Megatron looked at him, tilting his head a little, looking at the camera, as if he was staring off into space. Orion took Megatron's arms, jolting him out of his small trance, and pulling his close to him.

"Why not? I'd love to keep a picture of you and me somewhere when Drift prints it out," it was true. Orion felt Megatron relax, and wrap his arms around his neck.

"Yes officer," Megatron rumbled, allowing his black hair to go over his shoulder.

Drift squealed (and frightening Megs in the process, since he had never heard him squeal before) and set up his camera.

The two men smiled, at the camera, as Drift aimed and took it. Megatron kissed Orion's cheek after it was taken. Pax blushed, looking away, before he jolted when devilish hands reached his arm pits and sent ticklish sensations through his body.

"You are a demon from hell!" he gasped in between laughter, as Megatron took his revenge.

"And you are getting your just desserts!" Megatron declared, having no mercy.

Drift began taking more pictures of that wonderful afternoon.

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Orion sighed, closing the locket, and then putting back in his pocket. Memories like that were painful for him now.

He never knew what had happened to Megatron, and sometimes he was afraid to know. Was he dead or alive? Did he have a family now? He doubted that last thought. Megatron didn't really like women, and had a tolerance for his friends that were women.

But was he happy? Did he have someone else to love? Did he ever think of him?

Questions that went through his mind when thoughts of his young love went through his head. He missed him.

He rubbed his face, before he took out another cigarette, and smoking it slowly.

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High on the top floor, looking over the silver, blue and black metal towers from his window, was a man, a conqueror and a gladiator, clad in silver and red silk, and his silver hair combed back, his goatee trimmed.

His hands that had crushed the bones of men and caressed the skin of lovers, were clasped behind him. It was times like these, without Starscream there to distract him, that he looked over the city.

And bathed himself into memories of his life, when no one was there to see his face. He relaxed slightly.

There were many meeting today to be attended to, his employees needed to finish their assignments, and he had calls to answer. And he just stood there, in the sunlight, basking in the glow, and for a moment, letting it's light shine on him, and his cracked, cold heart. His thoughts went to him.

Off all things to think about in these rare moments to himself, his thoughts would turn to him of all things. Sometimes he's allow himself a tear to fall, others he'd shake and seethe in a small, pent-up rage.

Today though, today, he just looked back, with a small sense of regret, and pain. He looked at the time, and knew that at any moment, someone would be here.

Then, at the first knock, he composed himself back to the cold, efficient CEO of D-con Industries.

He automatically opened the door, and immediately returned to the world he had become to well accustomed to since the day he left the Underground Cage Fighter Rings. And allowed himself to get lost.

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