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Magnia located the new Darkmount easily; all Decepticons had a built in homing device.

A Decepticon, she thought to herself. That's all I will ever be.

She landed heavily at the entrance to the tower and entered, moving quickly so as to not attract attention. She found Megatron in the control room as she had expected, but he wasn't Megatron anymore.

"Who are you?" he boomed, not in his own voice.

"So you are Unicron then."

He studied her, "He tells me you are his daughter."

"Who?"

"Megatron."

Magnia's optics widened, "He's in there with you?"

"Of course, foolish child," Unicron sneered. "I cannot resurrect a body without its spirit."

Magnia bowed her helm, "Will you permit me to speak with him, Lord Unicron?"

Unicron sighed, annoyed, "I suppose. But do not tarry; I have plans with him."

Unicron's presence left Megatron suddenly, and the warlord gasped and leaned against a wall.

"Magnia?" he looked at her, bewildered. "What are you doing here? I tried to offline you…"

She ignored his question and said quietly, "I found my father."

"What are you talking about? I'm-"

"My real father," she cut him off.

"Ah," Megatron sighed. "What are you doing here then?"

"No matter what happens, I am still loyal to the Decepticons."

"Good to have you back," Megatron said, relieved.

"That does not, however, mean I am loyal to you," she snapped. He looked confused as she asked angrily, "You killed my mother, did you not?"

"Well I-"

"Do. Not. Lie."

He sighed, "Yes. Yes I did."

"You lied to me my entire life," her optics smoldered. "You took away one of the only two people I had that cared about me, and tried to turn me against the other one."

"Magnia…." Megatron shook his helm. "I don't think I've ever said this in my life, but...I am sorry."

"It doesn't matter," Magnia turned away from him. "Because I will never forgive you." She called to the dark shadows of the tower, "We're done!"

"Who are you-" Megatron questioned, but then his optics widened in fear when he saw Unicron. "Magnia, please," he begged, running away from the vengeful spirit. "Help me!"

Magnia folded her arms, and watched as Unicron repossessed the pleading warlord. Once that was completed, Magnia bowed, "What is it you wish of me, Lord Unicron?"

"Prepare my forces," Unicron said grimly. "We will attack my old foe Primus and his followers."

Magnia's optics widened. He meant to attack Primus, the core of Cybertron, which would destroy the newly reborn planet. "Of course, lord," she said hastily. "I will go make preparations at once."

As she walked away, unknown to her, Megatron was trapped inside his own body, screaming, "Magnia! Get me out of here!"


Bumblebee and Ratchet returned to the base after Magnia left.

"Are you alright, Bumblebee?" Ratchet asked heavily.

"...Fine," Bee said glumly. "How...bout...you?"

"Fine."

They both sighed at the same time.

When they got back to the base, Optimus noticed how upset they looked. "Where is Magnia?" he asked

"You were right, Optimus," Ratchet said unhappily. "She has rejoined the Decepticons."

Normally Optimus would have said something along the lines of, "I told you", especially since his best friend was hardly ever wrong. But noticing how crestfallen he and Bumblebee looked, he decided against it.

"I am sorry to hear that," he sighed. "Do you suppose now, in order to save Bumblebee, we might be able to-"

"No!" they both shouted at him.

Optimus raised his servos defensively, "But what about you, Bumblebee? You are simply going to give up and offline?" Ratchet sighed, tired of this recurring conversation, and walked sadly towards the Medbay.

Bee nodded unhappily, "Looks...like...Optimus."

"Bumblebee?" Optimus asked seriously. "You were more than just sparkmates with this femme?"

Bumblebee opened his mouth, and then closed it and nodded. He was getting sick of lying to Optimus all the time.

Optimus scrubbed his faceplates with one servo, "What were you exactly?"

Bee sighed, "Was...starting to...fall in love….She doesn't...care...about me...though."

"The fact that she is Ratchet's daughter aside, why can I not offline her and save you?" Optimus shook his helm. "Not to be harsh, but she has rejected you. Why do you continue to defend her? Are you not angry?"

"Optimus..." Bumblebee vented, looking him in the optic. "Appreciate...the talk...but if you...harm her….in any way...I will...never ever….forgive you."

"Fine," Optimus raised his servos. "But answer me this. Have you been seeing her behind my back, after I told you not to?"

"I….have."

Optimus sighed, "And what would you say if I told you again that I forbid you to see that femme?"

Bumblebee's optics narrowed and he said sarcastically, "I...would say….that I'm….a big bot….now….Optimus….and you….can't….boss me….around….anymore."

Optimus' optics flared, "You may not be young anymore, but I am also your superior officer. Associating with Decepticon personnel is treason."

"Fine..." Bumblebee growled. "Kick….me out….then….see if….I care.". He stormed away, leaving Optimus staring after him.

"What in the name of Primus-" he muttered, wondering why Bumblebee was behaving so brashly. He was usually so well rounded and polite.

Then Optimus realized what had gone wrong; he had gone about it all the wrong way. Bumblebee was already upset about Magnia, and Optimus getting angry on top of that hadn't helped at all.

He looked towards Bumblebee's quarters guiltily; he should have comforted him, not yelled at him. Optimus didn't know what it was like to be rejected by a sparkmate, but he imagined it must be awful.

Optimus sighed and grabbed some energon to go talk to Bumblebee.


Optimus knocked on Bumblebee's door, and Bumblebee's unhappy voice called from within, "Go away….Optimus."

"No, wait, I need to talk-" he stopped and frowned. "How did you know it was me?"

"You have….heaviest….pedsteps….of all….Autobots….on base."

Optimus smiled to himself proudly; Bumblebee wasn't his best scout for nothing.

"Please let me in Bumblebee," he sighed. "I need to talk to you about earlier."

"Door's….open," Bumblebee said grumpily.

Optimus entered and found Bumblebee flopped on his berth, his faceplates buried in the pillows.

"What….Optimus?" his voice was muffled. "If this….is about….me being….snappy….earlier….I'm sorry."

"No, stop," Optimus sighed. "I came up here to apologize. It was my fault; I was pushing you too hard. I am sorry, I should have cared more about you being upset over Magnia than her being a Decepticon. I just….don't want to lose you."

Bumblebee popped his helm out of the pillows and looked at him curiously, "Don't think….you've ever….apologized….before."

"Hopefully that is because I am not always so unfair," Optimus shook his helm and sighed regretfully. "You were right I suppose. I do have to stop treating you like a sparkling."

"Just a….little bit."

"So," Optimus said awkwardly. "I am here to comfort now. Do you-er-feel the need for a hug? Or perhaps a shoulder to cry on?"

The poor bot looked so uncomfortable that Bumblebee would have laughed if he wasn't having the worst day ever. "Not….right now," Bumblebee said, reburying his faceplates in the pillows. "I'll...let you….know."

Optimus nodded, relieved, "Well, I'll leave you to recharge then. Hopefully you will feel better tomorrow."

Bumblebee muttered an indistinguishable reply, and Optimus left the energon on his bedside table and quickly left.

He went to go check on Ratchet, who appeared to have sabotaged the medical supply of high grade energon and was now drunkenly singing a song about loneliness in the Medbay.

Optimus completed a few more duties and tasks, and by the time he passed Bumblebee's quarters again the poor mech was in recharge.

Glancing down the hallway quickly, Optimus entered Bumblebee's quarters, noting the completely full cubes of energon still in the same position on the bedside table. He set to work tucking the bedclothes around him, and once he was done, tiptoed back to the doorway.

He paused and looked at the sleeping form of his son, no longer a little sparkling.

Sadly, Optimus recalled a time when he had been able to lift a giggling Bumblebee high in the air with one servo. And now he was a grown bot, getting his spark broken by the daughter of Optimus' best friend and his worst enemy.

Tears of energon began to form in his optics as he silently vowed that he wouldn't lose Bumblebee. He was willing to do anything in his power to make sure that he didn't lose his son.