Sorry about not updating (if you haven't figured out I try to update once a week, that's why chapters are short, but I generally try to keep them at least 1000 words long), but I had a bit of a hectic week so here you are, late, but here!

Deliverance

Time

Part of Galvatron was actually glad that Shockwave had left. It distracted him from...certain things. But on the other hand, he felt as if it couldn't have happened at a worse time.

Images flashed in his mind, even as he received updates on the Shockwave situation. Images he should have. Shockwave's shuttle had been reportedly seen in several sectors. It was hard work to sort out who might actually be trying to turn Shockwave in, and who was just looking for a reward. If Galvatron ever found out who said the traitor and his Autobot pet had a bounty on them, Galvatron would be sure they suffered more than Shockwave would when he was caught.

Galvatron heaved one last sigh before he closed down his computer for the night. He was tired of shifting through reports and trying to figure out which were legitimate and which were a wastes of time. He was enraged that Shockwave had betrayed him, and that these reports kept him from real work, but he couldn't avoid his other problem forever.

He stood from his personal computer and braced himself for facing Elita again. He knew. Deep down he knew the answer to his confusion. But he couldn't face it. If he did, he become what he was before. He couldn't even bring himself to think to himself what that was. To do so would be to acknowledge it as true. And if he did allow himself to remember...

What would happen to Galvatron?

Who he live on, knowing exactly who he is, or would Galvatron be forgotten, as he had forgotten what had come before?

Galvatron didn't want to disappear.

He didn't want to forget.

He didn't want...

He didn't...

As he reached the door it opened, and he came face to face with Elita One. She seemed surprised that he was standing there, not as surprised as he was that she was at his door. Had he not given her every reason to avoid him as much as he wanted he wanted to avoid her?

They stood in silence for a moment. Both seemed to want to say something but could not find the words.

At last Elita found her voice. "We need to talk."

Galvatron stepped to the side to allow her inside, "I know." He answered simply.

He knew as well, exactly what she wanted to talk about. He debated blowing her to smithereens for a moment, but what good would that do? Besides, a part of him, the old part that wanted to come back, needed her...

But he couldn't let that happen. Not yet.

There was something he needed first.

"Galvatron-" Elita began nut her mouth was covered with his before she could go any further.

He kissed her. Deeply, passionately, he sucked her lip, and pulled her closer. She made an alarmed squeak. Good. He didn't want this to be like any kiss she ever experienced. Not like any kiss he had given her. This would be a kiss she'd never forget.

He needed it that way.

She struggled away from him in a slight daze, both seeking escape and wanting to come back for more.

He clutched her face and captured her lips again. Elita hesitated a moment, but wrapped her arms around him, welcoming the kiss. She didn't understand what it was about, but at least he wasn't trying to blow her head off.

They broke away and kissed again. Elita dodged him when he went back for another kiss. "I…I love…" She gasped, "I love you…Megatron…"

I love you Megatron…

Something went off inside Galvatron, like a crack. He felt as if the world was shattering around him, and he was falling away. Yet at the same time part of him was rising. Megatron was coming home, time for Galvatron to leave. He was angry, he didn't want to go, he licked his lips, Galvatron would never be forgotten, even after he became Megatron again. He made sure of that with the entwining of lips and limbs . She would never forget him.

Then everything stopped.

Galvatron stood exactly where he was a moment before the world shattered; Elita was still in his arms, breathless from their last kiss. Nothing felt immediately changed, but then memory flashed before his eyes, as easily as if they had always been there. He remembered everything. The energon mines, gladiator rings, the beginning of the war…He remembered being Megatron.

He remembered her.

"Elita…" He breathed as if realizing for the first time she was here.

Her optics widened, catching the hint of recognition in his expression and voice, "Megatron?" She gasped.

He gripped her tighter, still searching his memory. "No." He replied, he remembered the deal he made with Unicron. "I am still Galvatron. I will always be Galvatron" He remembered the battle for Cybertron, and being thrown into space. Everything after that…

Seemed little more than a fragmented dream.

He couldn't quite recall why Elita was here, this was clearly the Decepticon base, but flashes remained and it dawned on him slowly. "Sweet Primus." He gasped, and clutched his beloved closer, "I'm so sorry Elita!"

The femme in his arms trembled lightly. "I don't understand." She whispered, pulling away and looking him straight in the optics, "Are you…Are you back?" She asked.

Galvatron nodded once, "Yes… I'm back I remember everything." He cupped her face and kissed her gently, "But I can never be Megatron again. As far as anyone besides you, me, and Soundwave will ever know, Megatron died just as they think."

"And Shockwave." She added suddenly.

"Shockwave?" He mused aloud, thinking about it. "Yes, Shockwave would be able to figure it out, wouldn't he?"

Elita was quite again for a moment. When she spoke her voice was barely above a whisper. Galvatron asked her to repeat herself, louder so he could hear. "What about Arcee?"

Galvatron didn't have an answer to that one. Elita didn't really seem to understand. Alive and hale, Megatron would never have agreed to work for Unicron. The deal had been made as a desperate act of a dying mech. Did he really want his daughter to know he'd succumbed to that, and almost destroyed their home?

He didn't answer her.

Because the mention of Arcee had awakened another dreaming memory.

"Lord Galvatron! Its Shockwave...And his Autobot! They've already killed six guards!"

"I want Shockwave found, and I want him dead!"

"Arcee..."

"Primus." Galvatron all but dropped Elita as he rushed back to his computer, turning it back on.

"W-What are you doing!" Elita gasped as she came over, glancing at the Decepticon script all over the screen.

Galvatron typed furiously, "Giving out new orders." He explained, cursing himself a fool for what he'd done while his amnesia had blinded him. "If Shockwave is ever caught, I want him brought in for questioning, Arcee too."

"Wouldn't your men have done that anyway?" Elita asked.

It was almost cute how clueless she was. "Not when they think there's a bounty for their heads." He said.

Elita looked appalled, "You put a bounty on them!" She cried, half in horror, half in rage.

"I didn't." Galvatron replied, "But someone said I did. So now I need to make sure potential bounty hunters know I want them alive…There!" He finished typing and sent the message out to Decepticons across the Universe. "Now all we can do is pray it's not already too late…"

What do you think, one more chapter? Or should I move on to part four of this series? As always, thank you for reading and be sure to let me know what you think!