Title: In the Name of God We Trust
Universe: Live-action Movie 2007, ROTF, and DOTM
Characters/Pairing: Many characters and pairings. Main one is Optimus/Blackout (yeah it is totally rare-pairing)
Rating: T for this chapter, but will be M later
Warnings: Cannon-sue, gender-bending, OOCness
Note: ... What a very kind comment I received. I have a life with writing 3 papers per week and other thing too. Writing and offering fanfiction is not the highest priority in my list. I write fanfiction to enjoy and thanks to one person, my enjoyment is ruined. I'm not a fanfiction-vending machine. Oh, if you pay me, then I would understand, a bit, but you don't pay me a single cent. So don't order me.
Transformers and the respective franchise belongs on Hasbro and Takara, and the comics licensing by IDW publishing.
What Primus failed to acknowledge was that his creations were much more selfish than he believed. No one stopped to care for the tiny sparkling lost in the world. Ignorance was a virtue on the planet. Few passing glances were sent, but no care was given. A few of the most damned came to force the sparkling, and they were killed in the violation of Primus' word. If there was no word of Primus, then the sparkling would have died. The sparkling did not cry though. It did not know how to gain attention or how to express emotion in physical method. It waited. So silently that it was the sound of death. After several orns of solitude in the busy world, the sparkling was finally noticed.
"This is strange. Where did you come from?"
The sparkling merely stared at the larger mech. The mech, thinking that his size was scaring the sparkling, knelt so that his figure was less menacing. With unknowable black optics the sparkling replied in unworldly tone.
"I come from my fathers."
"What is your name?"
"Name?"
"Yes, name. Do you not have one?"
The sparkling pondered. What was name? It sounded something unique given to someone. If it was so, then it was the thing her second father told her. He told her that she was the only one, that-
"When I fall, Cybertron falls with me."
This was something unique to the sparkling and thus the sparkling answered with that. No other creation of Primus will be the death of Cybertron. Cybertron, the planet, the second father's body left behind this world was left to her. The mech seemed surprised at the answer. The sparkling's black optics kept staring into the white optics of the mech. With a heavy pause, the mech thought of something.
"Then your name shall be… Blackout."
"Blackout."
"Come young one. I'll take care of you."
Looking at the white optics that held so many assets, the sparkling accepted the hand offered to it. White, pure yet so easily emoted; I will not change you, thought the sparkling.
"I can't… I won't…"
"You deny my wish? Why? You don't have hope or plans or the responsibilities, why do you deny my wish? Why don't you practice what you preach, and respect my freedom as a sentient being. Or give me a good reason of your denial."
Blackout barked back at Optimus' weak answer. Optimus felt Ratchet's questioning look at him, but he could not answer. It was not the usual respect for life, as it was Blackout's own will that was asking for death. The reason, it was something that made Optimus to think Blackout as beautiful and to feel guilt for taking someone important to her.
"I have no value as hostage as I am no longer a Decepticon and whatever remains of the Decepticons does not exist. I'm simply one more to your kill. And I know that you killed more than you can count. Please…"
Coolant began to swell on Blackout's optics. How did it become that she had to beg for death? And why was he denying her? Wiping the coolant off, Blackout waited for a reply. What she did not expect was a hand on her shoulder. Planning to snap at Optimus, Blackout turned towards him and glared into his optics. And what happened next was beyond imagination.
The Matrix of Leadership pulsed madly inside Optimus' chest compartment. Optimus felt as if he had two sparks at that moment. Strong radiation of pure power, the pulse that imitated the life of Cybertron, it shook his very core of existence. Then, a deep voice echoed through his spark.
'Last of my primes… Do you love her?'
'I…'
'Love her…'
The voice did not wait for an answer. With the last echo being an order, something left the Matrix. As soon as Optimus felt unknown emptiness, Blackout's optics went wide with surprise. Optimus could only guess that the Matrix was speaking to her as it did to him. However, when coolant began to fall from her optics, Optimus knew that something was different.
'Child… Live…'
"If that is your wish… I will live."
Optimus knew that those words were not directed to him, but to the Matrix. It was a relief hearing that she will not try to die. He only hoped that she was sincere in her words. Blackout stayed motionless. Only the coolant tears fell from her optics. Optimus wished that he could make her stop crying, but he could not interrupt. Silence kept the room under its influence.
When silence became unbearable, Ratchet made a few coughs to bring back attention. Blackout turned her head, but kept shedding tears. Ratchet did not say anything but took Blackout back to the berth. After Blackout sat down, Ratchet began to talk.
"Don't be stupid, don't aggravate the humans, and if you try to use any of my medical tools to deactivate yourself I will make you into a toaster!"
Grateful to Ratchet's words, Blackout weakly smiled. She knew that Ratchet did not like her, but his genuine concern to the wellbeing of his patients lifted her spark a bit. If it was him, she would not be judged… It was a relief, both to her and the two mechs.
"I won't… What is a toaster?"
"Search on the web!"
Blackout was puzzled by the unfamiliar word. Toaster- and taking Ratchet's not-so-advice, she accessed the web and searched for the definition of toaster. Her optics widened in surprise. Optimus thought that it was cute… He shook his head.
"Is there cybertronian sized bread to toast?"
"No. I'm making you into human-sized one. It's a threat Blackout."
"Although I don't understand it, I'll just say yes."
"Blackout…"
Blackout chuckled softly hearing Ratchet's growl. Maybe she can live.
