here we go chapter 1 i would like to enphasizre that own nothing or there would have been more robot sex thank you and enjoy the fic,

warnings:: if anybody seems inda occ this is basicaly an AU things might seem a little differnt

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Title:: Lord Megatron

author:: Tsumi (with a great deal of help from Muzaiden and Yuuzaiden)

Plot:: Sam is megaton's pet, humans are trying to free their world and the autobots are almost too late to save them. What will they do?
Rating: unknown (most likely will be NC-17)
pairings:: Megatron X Sam. Bee X Sam, others pending

Chapter 1

The lord had finally returned to the citadel and everyone ran to carry out his orders. No one wanted to face his legendary temper if they failed him.

As he entered, grumbling mechanoids hauling a smaller yellow creature across the floor dogged his long strides. It made awful whines and loud squeaks, nothing intelligible to either species.

As his long absent lord lifted him from the floor, he stared at the creature peering at it through his long hair. So interested in the thing, he was surprised by the cold skin of his lord's face. Tearing his eyes from the scratched and beaten mech, he dutiful welcomed back his lord and master.

Pressing his body weakly against the smooth flesh, he held on to the face, careful of the blazing optics, kissing the metal as he did.
Satisfied with the greeting Megatron looked to the struggling Decepticons. "Take that piece of slag to the brig and out of my sight!" he ordered slowly stroking his frail pet, ignoring the soft flesh breaking and the drops of blood on his claws. As they did what they were told, he carried his pet to his rooms.

Once he arrive he left the little human to fend for himself as he looked over the work his underlings had done in his absence. They'd begun clearing the lower levels and still they had yet to find the humans who were causing them so much trouble. He ruled their world and some of these little insects still tried to fight him. Now though he had to ensure that the fools did not meet up with the arriving Autobots or they might be more difficult to handle. Why was he plagued by such idiocy?

Slamming a clawed appendage to the table, he was rewarded with the twitch from his pet. He smiled to himself as watched the creature stare at the overcast sky. He tapped the glass, following the path of a tiny bird. His eyes brightened as the little thing spiraled and rose into the air instants before a single laser blast ended it's life. Megatron picked up the little creature and stroked it gently; at worst, these pitiful animals were worthless. At best, they were an amusing distraction. Cradling the tiny thing to his chassis, he turned to his bedchambers for rest.

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Rubble fell into the hole as the small group of humans dragged their discovery underground. The Decepticons had never looked for them in the subway or sewer systems and the rebels lived there like rats. It was a dirty existence but as much as they complained, it was better to live free as a rat than to be a dead slave in the city. Their leader watched it all through silted eyes they had stopped one from joining the others in the citadel. Trust those monsters to call down more of their own kind. This one was huge and black; they had to work quickly before it woke up. It was stirring as they finished sealing the cell they'd designed for holding these monsters. It looked like shit, but it would work.

Ironhide was sure he was in trouble as soon as he powered up. The air around him was cold, too cold to keep his main systems running but warm enough for him to be on-line. He expected to see the red optics of his enemies all around him but instead saw a group of the small creatures that called this planet home.

"You slagging- let me go." He growled trying to move and finding it very difficult in the cold of the device.

"No we're not letting another one of you destroy our homes." One of them stepped forward; he was average height for a human in ripped army fatigues with brown hair in a crew cut. His eyes were hard from years of fighting and running.

"Ratchet will never let me hear the end of this." He thought to himself as he stared at the humans. They thought he was a Decepticon, of all the things to think. He should blast them, but Optimus had given strict orders.

No one was to harm the humans. He was not a diplomat he could not talk people into anything like Optimus. He stared at the one who had spoken and tried anyway.
"I'm not your enemy." He ground out trying to convince these tiny creatures he wanted to help them not to hurt them. Though right now he was not sure which one he wanted to do.
"You look like one." was his reply.
"And you look like an insect." He retorted, snarling.
"Insects can survive a lot of things. " Will told him and made a slight gesture he and most of the men left leaving only four swathed in black to watch him.

Will stalked through the sewers leaving the area where his group was living. His people needed him to protect them from these monsters. This one thought it could trick him and say it was here to help them. He sighed and went to his own hole he shared with Robert Epps and Fig. As soon as he got there he heard crying.

"Oh Belle." He said as he walked in. the one-year-old was struggling against her caretaker's lap.
"Hey boss, take her, mija's been crying for awhile now." The Hispanic man told him holding the girl out for her father to take her from him.
"Thanks Fig." He muttered picking the kid out of his arms and holding her close.
"Belle do you know you are the only reason I'm still fighting?" he asked the child who cooed and giggled against her dad's scratchy face.
"Come on, Will my man you need to calm down we have one of them. Once we know how to kill them we can win our freedom." Epps told him.
They had been together as a team for along time having worked together to fight the monsters for years after a group had freed their leader from a prison here on earth and had started a war that had destroyed the human's civilization. He had lost his wife to those monsters only a few months before and had almost lost his precious daughter. He carried her to her room and put her in the crib.
"I know that and someday we will have our world back even if I don't live to see it my daughter will I know it." He kissed the top of her head and left her there.
Will watched the creature that seemed to be his enemy but had so far done nothing but insult him and his men. It was out now, the cold forcing it to sleep more often; soon it wouldn't wake at all. Then they could find out how it worked. A group once known as sector seven, a government agency who had unknowingly unleashed a monster on the world, had made the cell. The intelligence network of the few free humans had said they were looking for something but did not have the key to finding it yet.
"Sir can we help you?" one of the man, a very mousy fellow who always seemed nervous yet kind of arrogant asked.
"No just wondering why this one is different." He mused, it had insulted them but had not seemed overly violent as these things went and it's optics were an odd color blue instead of red like the others.
'Maybe it's a trick?" One of the others volunteered.
"I suppose it's possible." He nodded and left.

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He hated the brig, it was dark and full of slaves who had earned a place in this stinking hole. There were even a few of the Decepticons here; or at least pieces of them. Unfortunately as the master's favorite he spent a lot of time down here as the master liked to carry him down there when he watched Barricade work. He was here now because he was curious, not that he should let anyone know. The master hated anything that implied independent thought, especially from his pet.
He saw Barricade in the cell with the yellow mech. Shocks of electricity shot through the creature and it made pained sounds but no voice. Finally disgusted the large mech left the room and he hid so he would not be seen and waited until he was gone before sneaking up to the cell.
This one was unlike any he had seen before. It's optics were blue and it looked like it was in pain. He slid into the bars and looked it over curious about his odd bot why had the master sent it down here to let Barricade play with it? The head moved and he ducked out of the way. There was a squawk and he stopped, the bright blue eyes looked sad and it made an odd sound. One hand reached out and the chains rattled. He moved closer and made a shushing noise.
"They'll hear." He whispered not used to speaking to anyone but his master.
The other being looked at him almost as if it was upset, its fingers moved weakly and it tried to move
"You're not like them are you?"" he whispered then hearing a noise he scuttled out of the cell and back into the shadows.
Barricade returned with another bot this one was a medic unit, designed to fix damaged bots.
"It won't speak, this is the one lord Megatron damaged when he allowed the AllSpark to escape him." Barricade growled.
"Fix it so this piece of slag will tell us what the others are planning."
"I will sir." The unit said simply it was a drone it had no intelligence beyond fixing damage. It went to work while the Decepticon watched red eyes gleaming. He slipped away not wanting to see more, though why did the word AllSpark seem so familiar?

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It was the noise that pulled Ironhide from his forced recharge. The people were calling a name. Even the guards who had been surrounding him had gone to find whoever it was they were looking for.
Asound by his feet got his attention and he looked down to see a small blonde creature looking up at him with huge blue eyes. They reminded him of someone long ago.
It giggled and he tried hard to not smile at it. She was just a little thing so much like a sparkling.
"Hello." He said softly as he could not used to speaking with anything so young anymore.
"Hi." She smiled. "Who?"
"Ironhide." He told her still speaking softly.
"Be-ll-a!" she sang climbing into the small cold area and onto his foot.
"It's much to cold for a little sparkling like you." He warned her, but the small child did not even seem to notice the cold, even though her little cheeks were getting red.
"Wanna pay." She demanded
"I'm recharging I can't play." He told her firmly. Seeing the confusion in her little eyes he tried to remember the human equivalent. "Sleeping."
"No sleep. Eppy say nap, Bella not nap." She told him?
So the little one was supposed to be napping. "I need to sleep."

The humans were frantic, a child was missing and there were so few of them. It was hard to have children when they were always running from the monsters. Will was more frantic that anyone else it was his daughter who was missing. Hearing an odd sound from the prison chamber he looked in. H was flabbergasted by what he saw, his daughter on the foot of the creature. The being was speaking calmly to her, much softer then his earlier speech to Will.
"Annabelle." He said rushing in to grab his daughter then looked up at the creature.

"You didn't hurt her?" he sounded surprised.
"I would never hurt a sparkling!" The creature roared, large hands balling into fists. The timber of his voice startling the young girl. He rumbled almost apologetically as Annabelle sniffled.
"We've been ordered not to hurt humans." The robot muttered softly.
"We? The only ones like you I've seen seem to like killing humans." Will told him still cradling his precious daughter.
"They are not the same." He growled again, they had been once he knew that but this human would probably not understand.
"Then who are you?" The human looked up at him confusion and questions obvious on his face.
"Ironhide, Autobots weapon specialist." The mech straightened, barking out the designation proudly. Annabelle giggled at the sight.
"Autobots?" he had never heard the term before.
"My faction, we fight the Decepticons, we have come to stop Megatron." Ironhide informed him
"Good luck he controls the whole planet has for nearly three generations. I was born fighting them and my daughter will probably have to as well." He patted the baby's head softly as he spoke.
"You sound like one of us." Ironhide said gruffly.
Will sighed and looked to the men who had entered behind him.
"Free him."
"But sir?"
"I said free him, he is not our enemy." He barked and the men quickly did as ordered.

Once he was free, Ironhide struggled to move. His joints responded slowly. He frowned, having to limber up to rid himself of the stiffness days in such a state had left him. Any longer and he might have gone off-line for good not a pleasant thought.
He also realized he was still in proto-form.

"I apologize, my men thought you were one of our enemies as they have been the only ones we have seen falling from the sky. You are not one of them I see this now. I am Will Lennox, leader of the rebels here."
"My friends are somewhere we are blocked from one another at the moment and I need an alt form." He told the man liking him a lot more now that he believed him about not being a Decepticon.
"Alt form?" the term was confusing.
"The others have done the same, you've seen then use the forms of machines. I must do the same, My proto-form is to weak."
"We have some old vehicles that don't run, could you use one of those?"
"It might work."
"Fig, get the truck."
"Yes Boss, though I hope you know what you're doing, this is loco." The man fell into his native tongue brokenly interspersed with English.
"Just go." He said not wanting Fig to see how much he agreed with him.

Ironhide watched the humans, they were not sure of themselves around him and it made him itchy for his cannons.

He needed to help them Optimus had ordered him to do so but they were making it very difficult. Soon the truck was brought to him. It was very Cybertronian obviously they had designed it themselves as he scanned it he found it made of Cybertronian parts and human designs. He could use it and was soon in a proper form. Standing in front of him and who had slowly entered the area Will looked from him to his men.
"This is not our enemy but the enemy of our enemy. Ironhide has come with others to help us fight." The response was quiet but joyful. Many of the men and women looked at him as he stood behind their leader. The room was kind of cramped with them but soon they left and it was far less crowded. He took his alt mode and followed Will through the old subway tunnels where his people lived. Many stared at the truck following their leader knowing what it could mean but the fact the two were speaking quietly and Will seemed relaxed as he let a woman take Annabelle.

He led him to an empty area that had once been a station.
"We can talk here." The human said simply sitting down on the remains of a bench.
"What is this place?" Ironhide asked as he crouched down on the remains of the stairs.
"The place we meet to plan against them. We have a few spies but they are quickly found as they are humans and they let few humans do anything but entertain them." This was said bitterly.
"How long have they been here?" Ironhide asked determined to get what information he could. He might be alone for the moment but the others would no doubt show themselves soon. His comrades were resourceful bots they could take care of themselves.
"At least fifty years, they came in my grandfather's time to free their master from the ice of the arctic and once he was free they took the world over. It didn't take much we humans were in the middle of warring amongst ourselves. None of the countries would work together even against a threat like that no two groups could trust eachother long enough to protect our own world. We could not stand against them and they destroyed us." Will said softly remembering his father's words so many years ago. Words spoken to a young boy telling him why they fought.
"Not all of you."
"No many tried to fight most died those who survived went underground and formed cells of rebels. We don't have any contact with the other ones."
"Not a good plan."
"How could we talk to other groups we are in the center of the most dangerous place on earth at the moment. There's no way to talk to one another, the only communications in the whole planet are owned by them." Will demanded, angry with his people the Decepticons and the world in a whole.
"We'll fix it once I find my comrades we will find out what our commander wants." Ironhide told him simply
"You have a lot of faith in this guy." He said looking toward where the exit had once been. It was now covered with debris.
"He's led my people against the Decepticons for a long time."
"What's his name?"
"Optimus Prime." the word sounded like it meant alot more than a name.