Megatron admired the mech's bare protoform before, he smiled to himself quietly, satisfied for once in a long time, Sunstreaker was still recharging silently beside him, delicate lips curved into a soft smile. The restraints had fallen as soon as they were alone in his quarters, four millennia of celibacy erupting into raw passion. The war lord traced the lines on his bonded's back, ugly scars marred the soft metal, creating patterns on the former artist's body, almost like the tattoos the natives of earth had.

Humans. yes that is what they are called, fitting name for such a useless race, they destroyed their own planet in the short lives they had lived, not that the Cybertronians are a good example. War had destroyed most of Cybertron, leaving the beautiful metal structures in twisted shards. Primus they had fragged up bad, the planet was now unrecognizable.

"I honestly can hear the cogs turning in your head." A muffled voice broke through the tyrant's musings. Sunstreaker sat up on his elbows and pouted at his love, "I hope your not having second thoughts about our deal." Megatron laughed and kissed the golden mech on the nose.

"No, not at all." He answered, cupping the side of Sunstreaker's face, content just to stare into the bright azure optics that his spark so craved to see again. What was he doing? Why did he start a war and ruin everything he had? They could run away… leave Earth and Cybertron behind and stay on some far distant planet where they would never be found. Starscream would approve of course, he would happily run the Decepticons into the ground and surrender to the Autobots… he couldn't let that happen, not to the mechs he had commanded for so long now.

Sunstreaker eyed Megatron, his spark pulsing rapidly still after the bout of fervor they had shared, they sat in silence, comfortable in each others presence, enjoying the company they both had lacked for so long. Sunny spoke.

"Give me the treaty, I'll go to the Autobots and give it to them, don't damage Jazz or Prowl and you have a chance of Prime taking you seriously." Megatron huffed, there was no way he was never going to hear the end of this treaty thing.

"Just stay here with me, they'll have you checked out by a medic and they will see that you have been interfacing, they'll catch you out." It was a lousy excuse but he didn't want the yellow warrior to slip from his berth once again. Sunny Smirked at the grey mech.

"Wouldn't worry about that, only Ratchet can examine me," a long time ago when he first got to the academy, Sunstreaker became depressed with hiding the pain of a shut off bond, he became so bad Ratchet demanded to know what was going on in order to treat him properly. Ratchet signed the declaration of Patient confidentiality and the warrior spilled everything. Luckily for Sunstreaker, the medic agreed to keep it a secret, he didn't want to put the mech back together after the Autobots had 'questioned' him. Megatron stared blankly.

"And that means what?..." Megatron was confused, why only having one medic examine you be beneficial in any purpose to the situation they currently found themselves in? The yellow mech laughed, sitting up and started looking for his plating.

"Don't worry," he said reattaching his abdominal plating, pausing as a devious thought occurred to him. "When you're writing the treaty, can you make on of the demands that I'm there when you sort things out with the Prime?"

The warlords face twisted into puzzlement, "Why?" he asked.

Sunstreaker smirked, "you'll see."

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Jazz glared at the seeker pacing up and down between the cells. The slagger hadn't left since Sunstreaker had been dragged out of the brig. Starcream's footfalls irked Jazz some what but it didn't distract him from the Sunstreaker shaped puzzle he was faced with. Nothing made sense, the unknown mech was said to rule the troops but not the whole of the decepticons, which apparently belonged to Shockwave, but Shockwave worked for Megatron so something must have happened to Shockwave to make him lose his position like that. Jazz's optics flicked to his recharging bondmate across the hall, he couldn't imagine their bond being closed for millions of years, no wonder the sunshine mech was always in a bad mood. The TIC ran things over and over again in his mind, trying to fix things together, something really didn't add up and Starscream's low muttering only added to the dread slowly building up inside. The twin couldn't be bonded to Screamer, that just wouldn't work, they both were too arrogant. It had to be someone higher up otherwise Megatron wouldn't have…

Megatron…

MEGATRON!

Suddenly everything fitted into place, him being a miner, in charge of ground troops… yes! It had to be him! Jazz gently probed his bond with Prowl, trying to awake the mech from his slumber, desperate to tell him what he now knew. No such luck, Prowl ran on empty most the time, his body had shut down since they didn't get any fuel from the ever so caring cons. Looks like he would just have to wait for rescue…

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Sunstreaker was rushed to the Med-bay before he could say anything when he appeared in the Ark's perimeter, he didn't have a chance to pass Prime the datapad he had that held the precious cargo. He had to kick up a fight or two to get Ratchet out of a rare recharge and into his domain but it was worth it in the end, he had so much to tell the medic! Though not right now, the medic was glowering at him while running the scanner over his spark. The machine bleeped rapidly then calmed causing Ratchet to frown and rescan the area.

"Sunny, what did you do while over at the 'cons, did you 'talk' to someone" the medic asked, his dull optics staring the twin down, was his spark still showing residue energy from the joining? That was an unusually long time for residue to remain…

"Erm, yes?" he answered unsurely, Ratchet huffed and hurried to his storage compartment, he dug through it until he produced another scanner Sunny had never seen before, it had a large screen on it unlike the other smaller screens others had. Again he wave it over the same area, but held it there and watched whatever was on the screen.

"Sunny, you're sparked." He said flatly, almost disbelieving, the CMO flopped down into the nearest seat, "why in Primus's name did you go and get sparked?" Sunstreaker didn't answer, he had gone into a state of shock, him and Megatron had never spoke about sparklings, yet here he was, carrying the spark the would be the Decepticon heir. He really needed to give Prime that datapad.

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F/N: sorry for being dead! Things just got on top of me, and sorry if this chap was rubbish! I'm just getting motivated to write again!