Author's Note: XD I have plans for the next two chapters worked out ^^ Though this chapter is a lot more about both past and motivation for some of the characters, I really wanted to add a little more background to it all. XD ^_^ Next chapter we get Prime and Megatron facing off. XDDDDDDDDD Oh and I really just wanted to have some Sky X Optimus together.
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Omega Supreme, Landing Field, Above The Autobot Underground Base, Earth
"Warning! Incoming Autobot signals!"
Magnus jolted out of recharge his blue optics flickering in the darkness as he stirred, his systems beginning to hum back to life while he attempted to work out exactly where he was. He had been attempting to catch just a few hours more of recharge for the coming battle, his systems having been so strained from the preparations, Omega had basically threatened to literally pick him up and put him somewhere he couldn't get to the others.
Head twisting just enough he caught the first blinding flare of crimson flames as it shot overhead, the light illuminating his shared quarters with the shimmering radiance for a moment. A blinding flash forced him to turn away, the shockwave of the impact actually rattling Omega Supreme's super structure, forcing the sleepy orange and grey Autobot who had been cuddled up beside Ultra Magnus to stir.
"Mmmh?"
Another ball of heated metal slammed down to earth, throwing up clouds of pulverised rock and dust, and soon the black void of sky just outside of the vast 'windows' was filled with a thousand shooting fireballs. The vast fields just beyond where Omega Supreme rested was exploding with the sonic booms of the metal shells crashing into it, the air hazing over with black puffs of smoke.
"Omega…" Magnus turned to his sleepy lover, cupping that beautiful face in one hand, lifting it upwards so that he could catch those pretty green optics with his own. "What is happening?"
Yawning softly, the mech was sitting up slowly, turning his head enough to nuzzle into Magnus's palm, dropping a soft kiss against it. It took a moment before his small frame picked up the several hundred Autobot signals that suddenly surrounded him. Even though he could hear the alerts of his own voice through the corridors of his 'body', the feeling of his weapons systems fully charged and finally he was running a recognition scan on each Autobot that had landed around him and jolted hard with the shock of the responses he was getting.
"Oh… Primus…"
"Omega, Love, tell me."
"It must be a mistake." Yet no matter how many times he told his vast scanning array to check and recheck the signals, they all responded with the unique codes that no Decepticon could fake.
"Love?"
"The dead." Both optical ridges pressed together, his facial plates a mask of confusion, tracing the movements of the Autobots they didn't act like the zombies that he had seen clips of from the Autobots on Cybertron, these were living, functional Cybertronians. "Not under the effects of the Virus."
"All personnel to battle stations! Potential threats detected!"
Omega knew that it truly was meant to be Ultra Magnus's call about this, but he felt threatened. His lips pressed together, gazing out of the 'windows' that were actually screens that displayed images from his outside sensors. "I'm sorry…" He whispered softly, feeling the warm arms instantly come around even though the words slipped out of his mouth, his optics dimming after a long moment.
"Never apologise for wanting to protect yourself, Love." Cradling the silky helm in one large hand, he rocked his lover slowly, just keeping him close until he felt Omega's slight shaking slowly ease, the tension seeping out of him. His first duty was to Omega, he knew that the powerful ancient Guardian from Cybertron would always protect the Autobots, but he still needed him.
"We best go see about these new arrivals, Magnus." Swallowing around the lump in his vocals, he gazed out at the warriors beginning to rise from the charred earth and turn their heads to regard Omega Supreme for a long moment. Before both of the Autobots heard the distant sound of cheering, the battle cry of the Autobots echoing across the once quiet landing field to wake Earth to the coming battle.
Hall Of The Matrix Flame, Iacon, Cybertron (PAST)
Optimus stood quietly in the deep shadows of the main hall of where they kept the Matrix Flame, his vivid blue optics dimmed to an almost grey as he stared into the brilliant blaze the rested within a massive bronzed brazier. The only other illumination in the vast hall were the dozen sconces lining the massive pillars, the glittering plasma flames throwing a wash of monstrous shadows across the carved inner surface of the hall. It was spectacular in its entirety.
Yet, it was not quite the flame that he was looking at, but the slender winged mech that hovered on the other side of it, one hand stretched out to feel the heat bubbling up against his palm. The gold patches of armour shimmered a dark bronze, optics lifting from the burning embers hidden within the heart of the Matrix Flame to gaze at Optimus with a smile that took the Prime's air straight out of his chassis. There was something infinitely mysterious about the flyer, something that made him special. And there was no one he loved more in the world than his flyer, what he had had for a long time with Elita could never measure up to the quiet evenings he had spent in this mech's company.
'Is something troubling you, Optimus?' Skyspike's head quirked to the side slightly, lips turning upwards at the corners as he regarded the powerful mech half hidden in the shadows. 'You seem more pensive than usual.'
'Alpha Trion called for me to meet him here.' Optimus Prime stepped forwards into the circle of radiance of the Matrix Flame, but Optimus had wanted Sky present, he was beginning to actually rely on the level-headedness of his friend. If there was one person he could trust and knew was loyal to the Autobot cause, it was Skyspike.
'Is that why you asked me to come?' Stepping around the bronzed brazier, he reached out with one hand to lightly rub his fingertips up along one of the mech's powerful arms.
Optimus hesitated to answer, his lips pressing together and knowing that if anyone knew just how often he sort council with Sky, they might not believe he was a good leader. He relied on Skyspike to remind him of what the Autobots needed, remind him that he was still a part of everything, even though plenty of people held him at arms length and decided that he was… too 'awe-inspiring' something he half the time didn't believe himself to be.
Head tipping just enough to drop a gentle kiss against the crimson and blue plating, he rubbed his cheek softly against Optimus's arm, curling his fingers lightly into the warm armour and leaned a little against the larger mech's frame. 'You know I'm always happy to help, Optimus. No matter what happens, you know I'll do what I can for you, for our people.'
"Optimus Prime." Alpha Trion greeted as he entered through one of the many hidden entry points along the intricately carved and etched walls of the hall. Though his old blue optics regarded the flyer beside the Prime with interest, gaze narrowing a touch before finally relaxing and nodding a little in clear approval of the younger Autobot's presence. "I am glad you answered my message. Whom is your companion?"
"Alpha Trion, this is Skyspike, he's a trusted friend."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir." Sky bowed his head slightly, though his optics remained fixed on the older mech's features, clearly attempting to work out exactly what to make of this mech. There was something about him that made every sensors he had tingle with worry. Alpha Trion was carrying information that would hurt Optimus, he had a feeling that every time this mech did come into the Autobot Leader's life something bad did happen.
"Likewise, it is good to know however that someone is watching out for Optimus." The mech's grey-blue optics narrowed slightly in return to the look he was getting. "Your father would be proud of you."
Optimus didn't say a word, though he knew exactly how strange his childhood had been. The fact that he had been raised away from what family he had had for his own safety. He had been a happy sparkling as Orion Pax, raised beside Ultra Magnus in the safety of his adoptive brother's home, protected by High Councillors Alte Magnus and Fireblaze, the two mechs had been loving and affectionate with him and privately so had Commodus Prime, someone Optimus had eventually learned was his father. Orion Pax had worked as both a data clerk and also a dock worker, wanting to make his own way in the world, but the saying that Primes were 'born' and not made had rang true when Alpha Trion had come to him one day.
With Commodus dead, Cybertron had needed another Prime and he as the mech's son had been first on Alpha Trion's list of replacements. However, it had been during those first days as Optimus Prime that he had met Megatron, they had forged a very interesting friendship which had remained in place for a thousand vorns as they worked together to continue to build the golden age of Cybertron up to its peak. It had been him that had talked to those that remained of the High Council to install Megatron as Lord High Protector of Cybertron. Megatron had been what they had needed, a strong firm hand that repaired the damage done by successive military 'leaders' that had abused their power.
It had been rumoured before the civil war began that like Optimus, Megatron had found someone to balance him out, to take the sharp edges of the mech, to act as a conscience, but it was clear Megatron had lost that.
"I cannot judge what my father would say about how I turned out." Lips pressing together, he shook his head slightly as he let out a deeply troubled sigh, knowing that reality was a sword that pierced his spark with the knowledge that they were truly beginning to lose this war.
"Optimus, we must consider the facts that remain before us." Alpha Trion, gestured around them at the Hall of the Matrix Flame, the only thing left of one item that had long since disappeared with the other Primes. "We hold Kalis and Iacon, but in the end the forces of the Autobots are scattered and isolated across the surface of Cybertron. We may guard the perimeter of the Well of the Allsparks but…"
"How long can we protect it?" Skyspike glanced between them, his hazel-bronze optics glittered with emotion, yet also held a hint of worry that he had spoken out of turn.
"We can protect it." Optimus responded.
"That is the problem, my young Prime, you might not be able to." The age worn metal of the old mech's frame shimmered in the light of the Flame, a hand waving slightly towards it as indistinct images flickered across the surface of the dancing tongues of crimson and a vivid blue.
"I understand."
'You don't.' Slender fingers curled more tightly around the Prime's arm, stroking and rubbing over the heated metal, the pads of those digits slipping between the seams and teasing sensitive wiring, drawing Optimus's attention immediately to the upturned face before him. 'He isn't criticising you, Optimus, I can feel your thoughts screaming at me. Your emotions. Sweetspark, you aren't a disappointment, that is not what he is saying.'
'How can you always see so much inside of me?' Those impossibly blue optics flickered down for a moment to regard Sky for a few moments then returned to the dusky grey mech, whose faded armour had seen far many better days.
'I know you want to prove you can be the leader your father was. And you have, all this is an impossible situation and has been since Megatron turned on you.' Letting out a quiet sigh, his optics half shuttering for a moment, considering the situation at hand. 'It is hard to believe that Megatron would do this. I have seen the recordings of you both together, for all his gruffness and controlling nature, he had always been someone you could call friend because he believed as much as you did in protecting Cybertron. However, in the end, we both must remember he has done this, he has attacked our people and threatened the very survival of our race for his own selfish reasons.'
"We must initiate the Allspark Failsafe, Optimus."
"You wish to eject the Allspark into space?" The very thought went against everything within his spark, everything he knew. If they did eject it into space, Cybertron would die. Their world end and it was more than likely so would their entire race.
"It is the only way to protect it from Megatron. He cannot get his hands on it, it would be disastrous if he did, there are things that should not be changed. Things that must not happen yet…"
Optical ridges knitted together, deeply troubled by the way Alpha Trion had spoken. Had the mech seen something? There were times when one or more Autobots would catch a glimpse of something offered up in a dream by Primus or one of his Primes to their people in order to guide them. "Have you seen something?" Optimus was at times sceptical about that particular gift, but once or twice Skyspike had seen things, glimpsed things that even he could not explain.
"Your father has spoken to me of things… things that must happen as they will… I cannot say more. I just trust in what I have seen. Megatron cannot be allowed to possess the Allspark, if he did so… the life of one long dead could be awakened far before the right time…" Shaking his head slightly, he could not truly say more. "We are so few, Optimus, our numbers dwindle day by day, there are no longer enough of us to truly protect the Well of Allsparks from the Decepticons if they wished to take it now. They have the sheer number of warriors to overwhelm us…"
"Our people are dying."
Alpha Trion turned and stared at the younger flyer, almost wishing to take a step back as he saw something in those bronze optics, saw something far more than just the striking intelligence of the younger mech. There was a glint of something, something haunting those optics, a light of inhuman brilliance. And he finally glimpsed it. The Allspark glimmered from within this mech, a piece of the Allspark resided somewhere within this mech. "Yes. With each passing vorn, there are fewer sparklings separated from their carriers, fewer Cybertronians being made by the Allspark. It has been going on for a long time…"
"Launching the Allspark into space would guarantee our people's death." Optimus stated stepping back so that he could see both of the mechs before him, his expression showing the deeply troubled part of him over what was being decided. "Without it, Cybertron will die."
'Cybertron has already fallen.' Skyspike had seen it for himself, his latest reconnaissance images and scans revealing just how much of their planet had become nothing more than a charred and battle damaged husk. 'There is no more time.'
"Are you both telling me there is no hope?"
"Far from it, Prime. We have hope, the Allspark has favoured our people in the Cybertronians it has forged, more and more of those that appear from the Well have been Autobots. For now, Vector Sigma sleeps, Cybertron may be dead on the outside, but the spark of our world still pulses with life."
"Our cause is just, Optimus." Skyspike reached out with both hands, brushing his palms against the mech's cheekplates, caressing in slow circles, drawing his head down just enough for their helms to touch. 'He is right, Megatron cannot be allowed to get his hands on the Allspark.'
"I do not like it." Gazing into the brilliant optics that gazed up at him with such trust and understanding, he could not refuse the mech that stood right there before him. "But I will do ask you ask."
Civilian Facilities, Autobot Control Territory, Earth
Ron Witwicky swallowed hard as his head tipped back to regard the brilliant sphere that hovered just to the left of the silvery disk of the moon. The surface glittered like a half crescent, yet even the dark side was illuminated by a wash of crimson flares across the silvery metal. It was a brutal kick from reality and made the world he had once existed in seem a whole lot smaller and a little insignificant. The problem remained that somewhere out there was their son, somewhere beyond the stretch of wispy cloud and glittering stars. And there was some part of him that remained extremely bitter towards the orb that was more than certainly Cybertron.
Sam was no longer theirs. Their son had been swallowed up by another person… a robotic life-form that didn't belong with them like Sam had on Earth. It had hit Judy the hardest, knowing that their boy, their offspring no longer existed like he had…
The air whispered around him, the trees swaying slowly as the earth seemed to jump half an inch beneath his feet, the tug of Cybertron's gravity slowly beginning to have a noticeable impact upon the Earth's own gravity field. The silvery circle of the moon drifted a little to one side, Cybertron's grip clawing at the Moon, beginning to reel it in.
What had their planet done to deserve this? What had humanity done to the Cybertronians to have them bring their world here and destroy the entire planet with their meddling? For once, he couldn't control the jolts of anger that screamed through his heart and mind over the fact that he had not only lost his son, but potentially his entire world.
"Mr Witwicky?"
Ron spun, his teeth gritting together sharply, his head tipping backwards and up regarded the white and yellow mech that hovered before him, his eyes narrowing on the one he didn't recognise. Though, the bot just behind the first one's shoulder was familiar to him, Jolt, the vivid blue Volt.
"What is the meaning of this?" A hand gestured upwards towards the sky that framed both the Moon and Cybertron.
"Ah…" Timbre swallowed hard, his optics shuttering for a moment shoulders slumping, before he felt the warmth of Jolt's touch against the armour plating covering one shoulder, brushing in a soft circle. "That's a long story, Mr Witwicky."
Dark brown eyes narrowed on the Transformer before him, the voice making him actually pause before almost blanching and taking a step back from the unfamiliar Cybertronian. "Miles Lancaster?"
Pale blue optics dimmed at that, the Autobot slowly dropping down onto one knee, his face catching the light from one of the overhead lamps. "Yes." His features reflected the range of emotions that curled deep within his spark and left him wishing that there was something he could do about all this. Yet, there was nothing. Nothing that he could work out to do about this extremely unsettling situation of confronting the human parent of his friend Sam. He had silently promised to watch out for them while Sam was away. He still didn't know what to do about his own parents, what he would tell them… he didn't quite know yet.
"Were you like Sam? Planted here on Earth? Have you told your parents?" They were slightly sharp reprimands that made Timbre flinch and Jolt bristle, those vibrant blue doorwings twitching in irritation.
"No." His lips pressing together in a slight line, having hoped that this particular interaction would go better than it was right then. Though, he could understand why Ron Witwicky was so angry, despite seeing Skyspike happy with Optimus, they had still lost their son, lost the Samuel that had been their child. "No, I was granted a chance to be Cybertronian by Primus." However when he next saw Commodus Prime, he would be thanking the Prime for interceding on his behalf. "I will be talking to my parents over this when the time is right."
"You kids never consider what its like to lose a child this way."
"You haven't lost Sam." Timbre replied firmly, expression shadowed with the deep feelings of guilt over his own selfishness. Yet, he would have done it if given the chance again, Jolt was worth it. Maybe one day his parents would understand his decision, but a life without Jolt, without being able to truly touch the mech like he could now would have been torture.
Ron gritted his teeth at those words. Though he knew some part of his son was inside that transformer he had previously met, it was not the Samuel he had raised, this was a new being entirely, someone that had lived a life before Samuel had even been born. It was hard to believe his son had been 'made' from some insubstantial thing like a spark.
"If you think you have lost him, then I think you underestimate just how strong Samuel was." Timbre slowly shifted back away from the human, his movements actually making the ground tremble slightly, his features shadowed as he turned his head away. The part of him that was still in some ways human knew that his friend was still in there, no matter if he had left, he had still worried about his human parents. "It was Sam that sent me a message to look out for you."
It had been surprising when Jolt had told him that Skyspike had sent him a message and that it had been addressed to Miles. In that moment he had known that no matter the change, Samuel Witwicky was still very much alive within the personality and spark of Skyspike, he did care about his human parents.
"Mr Witwicky." Vivid blue doorwings drooped slightly, tips twitching slightly in worry, though he soon wrapped both hands around Timbre's larger one, entwining their digits. "Please come back with us, Judy has already been taken to a more secure location before you. We wish to be able to keep you safe also, we will be remaining with the human troops and civilians."
"What is happening?" Though Ron felt his heart clench to know that Sam was still somewhere out there, though all he desired was to be able to protect what was left of his family.
"If any luck, the beginning of something wonderful."
"All Autobots prepare for battle!" The voice thundered across the base.
Both Jolt and Timbre looked up at the sky and watched the thousands of streaks of colour blur across the heavens, like the rain of Autobots only a few minutes before, it looked like the enemy had decided to come to them.
Iacon, Cybertron (PAST)
"Optimus."
The powerful mech turned towards the beautiful flyer that stood just behind him, bronzed optics glowing in the darkness as they watched Ultra Magnus and his Wreckers heading out into the battlefield. One slender hand lightly settled against the mech's shoulder, lightly brushing against it and squeezing softly.
"There is still one issue that must be discussed."
The Prime swallowed hard to try and push away the terrible lump that had formed in his vocal components as he gazed out at those that were willing to follow him into battle against the Decepticons and in a sense destroying their own world for the sake of a future that might never come. He didn't want to consider it, consider what it might mean not only for the Autobots, but also to himself. How could he do this?
"If the Decepticons destroy the Failsafe mechanism, there is only one way to get the Allspark into space." His wings twitched, knowing well that in the ranks of the Autobots there were very few that could make such a launch into space on their own, there were no others in Iacon, he was the only one that could safely do so. "We both know what that is."
'I can't.' Tears were streaking slowly down across his cheekplates as he gazed out over their shattered world towards Kalis, in the direction his adoptive brother had gone. A spark deep pain welled up within him, the knowledge that if he did ask it was practically a death sentence for the mech he loved most in all the universe. To launch something like the Allspark with enough speed to be flung off into the universe, Skyspike would be draining every one of his systems to prevent the Decepticons from pursuing him.
"Optimus." Stepping forwards, his arms circled around the mech's waist, his helm dipping forwards and pressing against the warmth of the mech's back. Lips grazed between the broad shoulderblades, the flutter of heated air sliding across the smooth plating. "If it needs to happen, it will. I go to this battle with no regrets or anger, save for one thing."
Those words made his entire frame almost crumple inwards, shoulders trembling and drooping. The world seemed to be pressing in around him and swallowing every spark of light that he had been able to see. What would he do if he did lose his beloved Skyspike? How would he be able to function? What he had experienced with Elita was nothing compared to his feelings for this one elegant flyer.
"I never did tell you how much I…"
"PRIME!"
Optimus turned his head to gazed down at the mech, before the voice called for him again, telling him the Wreckers had cleared the path and they were ready to head out.
'When this is done, Love…' Skyspike gave Optimus a sweet smile, before he was stepping away.
However, all Optimus wanted to do was draw his beloved to him, to hold the mech close and never let him go, his spark was fragmenting, having a dark feeling about this mission. "Sky."
"PRIME!" The voice was closer… they had so little time.
Yet, the Prime did reach out, catching a slender wrist and spinning the flyer back around to face him, before his head dipped and for the first time their mouths met in a heated kiss, one that expressed every hidden feeling that lurked unspoken within them. His hands cupped the beautiful face, holding it there so that he could gaze into those burning bronze optics, desperately wanting nothing more than to be able to soak in the love he saw in that captivating look.
Though he could hear his name being called, he turned to respond, and when he looked back, there was no one there before him, the only evidence of the flyer's presence, was the tingle on his lips and the sweet, rich taste that remained in his mouth. "I do love you, Sky." His voice catching his throat, Optimus felt the dread lifting its head within him, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stop Skyspike, he couldn't, because in the end, Skyspike was right. No matter how much he wanted to protect his beloved, the Autobots always seemed to come first. "Primus please do not take him from me." It was a silent prayer, but he knew… knowing his luck, the most precious thing to him would slip away like all the others in his life, though all he desperately wanted to do was hold on tight and never let go.
And in the few moments of quiet, he felt the tears fall slowly down his cheekplates and onto the cold metal plating beneath his pedes.
In Between
The ghostly plain swirled around him, his vibrant optics slowly shuttering as he stood there, feeling the warm light of Primus bathing him for a long moment. His head dipped back just enough, before opening his optics, almost being blinded for a second, gazing into the light and catching a glimpse of something more just beyond his reach. For countless vorns he had existed mostly in this place, caught between the world of the living and the dead, unable to slip into the Matrix for long, to follow after those that mattered most to him as he was still very much anchored to the land of the living, by his son and those that had needed his guidance.
"You'll blind yourself like that, Commie."
His olfactory sensor wrinkled slightly, the plates shifting together when he sighed and finally lowered his head to regard the femme that hovered nearby, catching her curious look that she was throwing at him. "Please Syrette leave me some dignity, you know how much I dislike being called by that ridiculous nickname."
"Com-mie." Her brilliant optics sparkled brightly for a moment, amusement touching the corners of her lips, before seating herself on a shadowed boulder, stretching her limbs out before folding her arms across her chest. Elegant head tipping to one side, she regarded him with a knowing look. "Thinking about your son again?"
"My son…"
"I think I know what is going through your mind, you want to know if after this task you will be allowed to follow your brothers into the Matrix." Soft lips pressing together slightly, she studied his features for a long moment. "I know you, Commie. You wonder if Primus has lost his mind."
"I would not presume…"
"Yes, you would." A finger pointed at him in mild amusement. "You always were the most vocal of the Primes. You would go to any lengths for your people and especially for your son."
"And you, Dearest, were always reminding me I am not infallible." Bowing his head slightly, he caught her hand and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of her fingers in a long practiced gesture.
"Commodus Prime, you are trying to flatter me."
"Is it working?"
"A little."
"He has gifted you with the answers." Commodus was sighing softly, his vivid green optics shuttering slightly, shoulders slumping as he was attempting to work out exactly what he could do. "I wish to know…"
"I can't tell you, because that might change the way things are meant to happen."
"Syrette."
"No, not this time, Commie." Shaking her head, she pulled back ever so slightly, hands folding into her lap, expression pensive for a long moment. "You're part of his plan as you have always been. I know you never did really like all that predestined stuff, even though you seem to do rather well at convincing all the players in this game of just how much they do need to fight for their own future."
"I was only carrying the message I had been given."
"And protecting your son. It was you that kept Skyspike's spark from joining the Matrix that first time, it was your hands that crafted the human boy so that he would be there when your son needed him. It was you that changed the fates that were meant to entangle Elita One and Optimus Prime so that he would have Skyspike in this potential future. Though I think the Allspark might have talked to you about that as well…"
"I only wanted what was…" Commodus's jaw clenched, knowing that he had indeed used his position as a servant of Primus to change things that had been already written down. He had seen the chemistry between Skyspike and Optimus and had know in that moment that they were meant to be and that his son should not suffer as Commodus had before him the loss of something that important for too long.
"Don't worry, I have to agree with you on that one. They are a good match." Syrette sighed softly. "It was like that with us, a tangled mess of fate and tampering."
"I never understood why you put up with me."
"Because in the end we had something few ever experience in their lifetime and I was content to have it. I know you never truly loved me, but I was happy being with you." The femme was smiling a little at the thought, before tipping her head up slightly to regard Commodus for a long moment. "Have you ever considered the reason why you are still in this realm and not welcome in the Matrix for long?"
"Because Primus requires me to…"
"No."
Commodus's optical ridges came together sharply at that, his expression showing his confusion. "Primus had need of me."
"Your task is nearly finished." The pale blue femme stood up and stretched slightly, her hand lightly brushing against the powerful mech's arm lightly, rubbing across the metal softly. "As is mine. I am here because you needed me and for me to act in your stead when the time comes."
"For what?" He had seen the possible futures, he was not there. He had glimpsed in the warm light of Primus all that could be from this situation.
"For all debts to be paid."
This entire conversation was edging on the strange, even for them. There were no debts owed to him, he had done what had been necessary in the past.
"Your sacrifice for the sake of Cybertron and Primus has never been forgotten."
He had given up his life and spark to join with Vector Sigma and restart the powerful computer that was in some parts the heart of the Cybertron the Allspark had forged and grown. It was the mind… the core, what retained the essence of what Cybertron had been at one point in the past, the golden world where everything seemed possible.
'Commodus.'
The whisper across his mind made every circuit within him seize, his entire frame trembling with disbelief and a desperate spark of hope. No matter how long he had searched the Matrix he had never found the one spark within its infinite depths that had belonged to the only person he had ever truly loved, the carrier of his son, his beloved Bondmate. Where Syrette had been a friend, someone that offered him companionship, where both of them had been content to exist together for the mutual companionship, Auriga Pax however had been someone that ignited his passions and everything that had truly made him a great leader.
'Love.'
Spinning around, his entire frame went rigid at the sight of his Bondmate, the beautiful features of the young scientist, the brilliant crimson colouring making those cobalt blue optics even brighter in his sweet face. He had lost this mech so long ago, he had not survived the separation from their sparkling, it had devastated Commodus, stealing his spark from him and the joy of life he had had. The loss of Auriga had been one of the reasons he had asked his long time friend Magnus to protect his child, he loved his son more than anything… but he had been no good to anyone after the loss of this mech.
His knees buckled out from under him, his entire body crumbling and collapsing towards, his entire body shivering with shock as he just stared.
A large trembling hand reached out towards the beautiful mech, feeling the intimate touch through the silent and half shattered bond that had been between them. Warmth spilled into him, driving out the darkness, driving away the regrets and guilt.
"Forgive me." Commodus Prime whispered, hoping that his bondmate would one day forgive him for not being the one to raise their sparkling, for not being able to prevent him from slipping away all those vorns ago. "Primus." His head lifted to the light, feeling the heat of it fall across his face. "I will do all that you ask of me, I beg you… do not take him from me again."
'Guide my children, Commodus Prime. Guide them into the light.'
Bowing his head, he felt the heated tears fall at the sound of Primus's voice, he felt the warm arms slipping around his broad shoulders, drawing his head against the warm chassis, the precious spark pulsing beneath his audio, the fingers caressing slowly in slow movements soothing his pain. He would not fail Primus in guiding his children on the path their god wished them to walk. No matter what it took, he would do all that he must, if only to keep Auriga with him.
'I am so sorry to have left you alone, my handsome Protector.' Cradling Commodus to him, Auriga rested his cheekplate on the top of the warm helm, just keeping him close.
"I love you." He whispered desperately, wrapping both arms around that slender waist, hugging him close and feeling true joy fill his spark, giving him purpose once more. All the pain and suffering he had witnessed and been unable to prevent… all had purpose… if only to make the joy of happiness all the more sharper. For with great sadness… came great joy.
PRIMUS SPEAKS! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Though I have an idea of something to add a little bit of something to this. XD I was wondering whether I should have a little Rodimus, Magnus, Omega Supreme love triangle. XD WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Though the next chapter Sky and Optimus are finally going to get back together and we get to see the aftermath of the battle of Tyger Pax in the past and Megatron and Optimus face off (with Starscream thrown in there for extra fun!)