Notes: Hi! I actually wrote this set a really long time ago and neglected to post it. It was from the "past prompts" challenge and the prompts I used were "before earth," "love and hate," "Waspinator," and "family." I didn't bother editing any of them, since they make one longer story arc.
Waspinator was an accident.
His creators never kept that any secret.
In the beginning, they told him how they hadn't planned for him; sparklings –especially Predacon sparklings- were an expense few could afford.
But a baby Seeker…That was something to be cherished. How proud of him they were; how lucky to have him!
Until they started realizing…He wasn't growing out of his eccentric behavior and odd speech quirks.
And then…
He remembers the fights. The cruel words: Disappointment. Stupid. Failure. Not fit to be a Seeker.
They never said it, but he knew…He wasn't an accident. He was a mistake.
Terrorsaur's parents wanted him badly, but not for the reasons one would expect.
He was a sign of status, of wealth. They were affluent enough to afford a sparkling and another Seeker was a boon to the community.
But…It wasn't really him they wanted; it was any sparkling, just so they could rub it in that they had the credits to produce a child.
Terrorsaur lived a privileged –though lonely- life, with his creators putting on airs and leaving him to his own devices.
And he grew up knowing one truth: The only one you can rely on is yourself.
When they met, Waspinator was an insecure wreck and Terrorsaur had a massive ego.
Terrorsaur didn't need a partner, especially not an undersized, poor excuse for a Seeker who couldn't even speak properly. He was better than that and oh! would he show Megatron! It was one of the most horrible moments ever, meeting his new partner.
And it only got worse when they left the bar, Waspinator trailing him like a silly, stupid shadow.
He didn't like the little moron, but…didn't let anybody else pick at him either. That was his little moron.
And Waspinator…well he fell in love.
It was instantaneous; as soon as his optics met Terrorsaur's, Waspinator felt as if a jolt of lightning flashed through his body. His every circuit sang out, rejoicing at finding the perfect other half of his spark; the one who would love him and make him whole.
Only…Terrorsaur didn't seem to feel it too.
Terrorsaur, with his cruel, biting words and snobby attitude, was Waspinator's destiny and he had no idea!
And oh, how Waspinator loved him, with all of his spark! So much that it was painful, until he hated his feelings almost as strongly as he loved Terrorsaur.
Over time, Terrorsaur thawed towards his partner.
Waspinator, it turned out, had many endearing qualities. He was a whiz at repairs. He was a crack shot, when he wasn't busy exploding. And he would always put himself on the line to drag Terrorsaur's sorry aft back to base, something the other flyer sorely needed.
He was quirky.
Honest.
Such a difference from the other back-stabbing Predacons.
But most of all…
He had his own clumsy grace, an existence of gliding movements and fathomless indigo optics, shimmering wings and careful hands.
And it wasn't too long before Terrorsaur found him irresistible.
By the time they realized what was going on, it was far too late to do anything about it.
They'd made the same mistake as Waspinator's creators.
But…It didn't feel like a mistake.
Waspinator brushed his fingers over his chest, where somewhere beneath his armor the newspark was developing, safe and drawing strength from his spark.
Terrorsaur was passed out cold beside him; his shock over the situation had caused a massive crash to his processor and he'd yet to reboot. Waspinator wasn't too worried; Terrorsaur would come around.
A baby Seeker was always something to be cherished, after all.