Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Hasbro does. It's a shame, but it's true.

Author's Note: I love writing this fic. It makes me happy. That is all.


Sparks: Chapter 2

Megatron observed Orion Pax on a screen in the command center of the Nemesis. Orion was at his work station again, which wasn't out of the ordinary. Megatron watched the amnesiac work with obviously frustrated vigor. Orion hadn't been lying when he said he was rusty. To make up for it, Orion worked for a full day without rest.

Megatron walked out of the command center. He fell into deep thought as he headed towards Orion's work space. With Orion on board, Megatron felt unbeatable. Project Iacon was going smoothly. The Autobots no longer had their precious Prime. Orion's successful integration into the Decepticon ranks made the universe practically Megatron's already.

Just as before, together they were unstoppable. Megatron smirked as he thought back to Orion working. Megatron reveled in their once again shared surety of purpose and ultimate victory.

And he didn't want to lose it.

Megatron's smile faded into a deep frown as he stopped before the door to Orion's station. A place in the back of his processor knew that to keep his victory, he had to keep Orion. Without him, his victory would be a longer time in coming.

A secret place, a place Megatron tried in vain to suppress and destroy in his spark, wanted to keep Orion because he cared for Orion. Megatron didn't use the term "brother" for manipulation. He had honestly, for the first time in his long existence, found a comrade worthy to be his equal.

The return of Orion brought back old possessive feelings. Megatron knew logically he must eliminate the potential threat, but his spark roared in furious defiance. It demanded he keep Orion, try again, no matter what, and then nothing would stand in his way.

This secret obsession was developing into something more. Megatron refused to acknowledge such dangers desires. He knew he need to address it…Later.

For now, he'd focus on the completion of the project. All else came secondary.

He knocked before he entered. Megatron only graced Orion with this polite gesture. Orion barely turned to acknowledge him. Megatron also only tolerated such informality from Orion. All others would be punished severely.

With a small smile, Megatron said, "My friend, I implore you to take a break. My helm hurts just from looking at you."

Orion turned, servos hovering over the keyboard, optics dim and shoulders drooping. "But I'm not even close to being finished."

Megatron glared at him. "Don't make me order you, Orion."

The archivist straightened his backstruts, staring at Megatron straight into his optics. "With all due respect, my Lord, I've rested enough in stasis. I am needed here, and it's here I will stay."

Megatron's spark burned at the sight. What he wouldn't give to have a hundred mechs with such mettle. Pushing down his swell of pride, Megatron stepped forward. "I remember a certain archivist once told me no. It didn't end well for him."

Orion's optics went wide. "You wouldn't! Not on the ship."

Megatron grinned maniacally. "Test me, old friend."

Orion's optics assessed Megatron's face plates. Weighing his options, Orion decided he would test his Lord's ire. "Lord Megatron, I will not rest until these documents are finished." And with that, Orion turned around to type on the console again.

Megatron shrugged as he stepped forward. "I warned you." Megatron slung an arm around Orion's waist. While Orion let out a small cry, Megatron flung the mech over his left shoulder. Orion struggled in vain to get off.

"Lord Megatron! This is ridiculous! Put me down! We are not in Kaon! I won't let you treat me like this!"

Megatron strutted out of the workstation. Vehicons stopped to stare at the strange sight of their lord and master carrying the Prime over his shoulder. One dared to ask, "Uh, do you require assistance, Lord Megatron?"

"No. Carry on." Megatron continued his walk towards his chambers. He had a few of the Constructicons build a small guest room attached to his own. Megatron didn't trust that his army wouldn't get any ideas on executing the Prime while he recharged. Megatron decided it was best to place Orion in a room that had the highest security codes on the entire ship.

"Do you treat all of your men like this?" Orion asked as he continued to struggle.

"Of course not." Megatron smirked as he coded his door open. "It's only for you, Orion."

"I feel so special." Orion deadpanned.

"You should." Megatron walked over to his newly made guest room. His front door closed and locked automatically behind him. "Anyone else would've been punished for insubordination." Megatron placed Orion on his pedes.

Orion glared up at him. Crossing his arms, Orion demanded, "Please take me back to the workstation, my liege."

Megatron chuckled. "Stubborn to the end." Megatron walked over to his refueling station. "At the very least, have a cube with me." He pressed a button on the machine. Two small cubes popped out onto the small catching table. Picking one up, Megatron turned to Orion.

Orion sighed. "Very well." He took the offered energon. "Thank you."

Megatron sipped on his cube. Megatron watched as Orion settled onto his berth to drink. The warlord watched the mech, once fiery with defiance now simply allowing Megatron to care for him. It resonated with Megatron on a primal level to know that he provided for Orion needs.

Megatron wondered if Orion had other wants that he wasn't expressing. Orion was looking at him out of the corner of his optics. Megatron didn't realize he puffed up his chest a little at Orion's gaze.

Noting the mech's curious looks, Megatron decided to ask, "Are you still curious about our…dance?"

Orion froze. "I had forgotten. In the midst of learning about Cybertron and the project." He looked at the floor, suddenly enamored with it.

Megatron chuckled. Orion didn't lie very well. "I see. Well, I suppose if it's unimportant to you-."

"No!" Orion shook his helm. "I didn't mean, oh Primus, it's just that I'm sure you have more important things to worry about, Lord Megatron."

Megatron chuckled. "You make it too easy, Orion." Megatron walked over to him. "I will tell you the rest of the story."


At the training facility, Megatronus moved into first position, shocking Orion. The archivist's face split into a grin. "You're full of surprises, Megatronus."

Megatron smiled in return as he slid with Orion into a transformed twirl. Orion laughed as he shifted his arm gears to meld with Megatronus' right arm. Megatronus did a very proper shift of his lower half, twirling it all the way around before swinging back.

Their arms disconnected in a flash of sparks. They stepped back into fifth position, only to collide and meld their right legs together. Megatronus dipped Orion as the archivist performed a very fluid synchronicity with his arms and chestplates. Megatronus lifted Orion back up to disconnect their legs.

Now, for the difficult part. Megatronus locked his servos with Orion's. They stepped forward, combining their legs. Quickly, Orion twirled onto Megatronus' lower half while Megatron melded with Orion's. They released and fell back, transforming at their innate programming rejected the foreign parts.

Orion snapped back up. Megatronus met him, arms extended. They melded together, split apart, transformed half in alts, changed gears, shifting together over and over until they were almost as one.

Finally, their systems purged. All at once, they transformed back into first position, Megatronus holding Orion's hand. They both in-vented hard, their cooling fans whirling like crazy.

Megatronus stared down at Orion with a smirk. "We should try that with music sometime."

Orion nodded. "Yes. That sounds good." He stepped back. "I was wondering, Megatronus..."Orion trailed off as he suddenly found the floor fascinating.

Megatron tilted his friend's chin up. "Anything you desire I shall give you, Orion. You just have to ask."

Orion stared at him, azure optics uncertain. Finally, Orion blurted out. "I want you to teach me to fight."

Megatron flinched back in surprisde. "Teach you? To fight?" Perhaps he had misjudged Orion. Maybe the archivist wasn't as interested as he thought.

Orion nodded. "Yes, I would, um, like to learn how to defend myself." Orion rubbed the back of his helm. "But I can understand if it's a bother."

"Please, brother, it's not a bother." Megatronus grinned. "Just don't expect me to go easy on you."

Orion stared at him for a beat before standing tall. "I expect the best from you, Megatronus. Don't disappoint me."

Megatronus burst into laughter. "Oh, he challenges me again! Very well." Megatronus dropped into a defensive stance. "Come at me, archivist. Let's see what you've got."


Megatron sipped on his cube. "You were the worst fighter I'd ever trained."

Orion winced. He tried to defend himself. "I had never known combat." Orion swayed a little from side to side. He'd just finished his cube. He knew he had to do something...important...but what?

"Yes, well," Megatron walked over, gently pushing Orion onto the berth. "We can reminisce another time, after you've rested."

Orion felt his systems shutting down. "Strange. I normally don't feel…so…" Orion finally went into a deep recharge.

Megatron smiled. "Cybersedatives, old friend. I do hope you can forgive me." Megatron turned to leave the mech's room. He listened to the sound of Orion in-venting calmly.

Megatron chuckled. "At least he's not dented this time."

Megatron decided to leave out the part where after their training session he had to drag Orion Pax out of the training room much like how he did not so long ago at the workstation. Also just like this day, he'd only managed to force Orion into recharge with a good dose of Cybersedatives.

Some things never change.