Author's Note: What is the purpose of writing author's notes when you don't have anything to say?
Chap. 3: Insomnia
He was the one who lived in darkness. It was so familiar and comforting to him that he could call it his home. As the darkness swirled about him he waited for his optics to adjust. When they did, he saw Optimus before him.
"Megatron," the autobot leader called, "Where is he?"
"Who?"
"How could you? You lost him,"
"What are you talking about Prime?"
"You know who, you've only forgotten,"
Megatron couldn't comprehend whom the autobot was talking about, "I've seen many faces and I've forgotten whom many people are. Just whom in particular are you talking about?"
"One of my soldiers,"
"How could I forget one of your soldiers? Is he fighting now?"
"Yes," Optimus paused, "You've forgotten who he really is."
"Then who is he really?"
"You're son,"
Optimus faded away into the darkness just as Megatron was about to ask him more questions. The decepticon leader looked around for him, but all he saw was his familiar blackness.
"Where are you Prime?" Megatron shouted, "Who is he? Who is my son?"
But Optimus was gone. The darkness disappeared and Megatron found himself at a racetrack on Speed Planet. He wasn't alone either. Hotshot drove up beside him.
"Wanna race?"
"Where is your leader, I need to talk to him,"
"Race me and I'll tell you,"
"Have it your way autobot,"
Megatron transformed and drove up with Hotshot to the starting line. Hotshot called the race and then they were off. To his surprise Megatron took a strong lead against the younger bot.
"Hey, wait up,"
"This is a race," Megatron exclaimed, "I'm not supposed to wait for you."
"You've never waited for me," Hotshot said trying miserably to catch up, "You've always left me behind."
"What are you talking about?"
Megatron started losing his momentum. Hotshot quickly regained some of his lost ground. Soon he was neck and neck with Megatron.
"You've never cared about me,"
The decepticon slowed a bit more. Hotshot went faster and was soon ahead of Megatron. Suddenly the road broke ahead of them and left a long drop. Hotshot tried to stop but was going too fast. He transformed as he tumbled off the edge but managed to grab a piece of broken metal sticking out from the road and hold on. Megatron had stopped right at the edge and transformed.
"Megatron," Hotshot pleaded, "Help me."
Megatron gazed into the desperate bot's blue optics.
"Blue optics," Megatron thought to himself, "Just like…me."
"Megatron," Hotshot shouted snapping Megatron out of his thoughts, "Why don't you care? I am your son!"
Megatron jumped awake from his dream. He lay on his bed looking up at the ceiling. Coolant was dripping down his face. He sat up and wiped it off.
"No," he told himself, "He's not my son. My son was killed."
Slowly Megatron lay back down. He pulled his blanket up to his chin as he rolled on to his side.
"He's not my son," Megatron whispered to calm himself, "Hotshot's not my son."
Megatron was unable to go back to sleep.
Author's Note: My, I wonder what's going to happen next. Anyway puh-leeaaazzzeee review.