thoughts/Bumblebee talk/dreams/flashback

OptimusxRatchet

Child(s): Solarwind, Hot Rod, Bumblebee (adopted), Turnfire

Knock OutxBreakdown

Child(s): Blockout

MegatronxSoundwave

Child(s): Sonicbeat

CliffjumperxArcee

Child(s):

BulkheadxWheeljack

Child(s):

JazzxProwl

Child(s):

IronhidexChromia

Child(s):

StarscreamxSkyfire

Child(s):

ex RatchetxLightewave

Child(s): Prowl, Barricade, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Smokescreen

Warnings: kissing, mentions of interfacing, violence, slash, fluff, possibly sadness in future chapters, death, birth, and mpreg. And anything I forgot to add.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters. XxXSkylarxRatchet96XxX owns Sonicbeat. Optimus' girl owns Turnfire and made Blockout.

"Looks good," said Solarwind, grinning at the blue, white, purple, and silver room with Cybertronian designs. He looked over at his uncle and laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" asked Megatron.

"You've got paint all over your frame uncle," Solarwind laughed.

"So do you," Megatron pointed out, getting a bit on his nephew.

"Hey! No fair. You got me all dirty," Solarwind pouted.

"Don't cry youngling. This is nothing," Megatron smirked before pouring a whole bucket of purple paint on the younger.

"I'll get you," Solarwind whispered, grabbing the silver and purple paint and dumping them on his uncle.

Megatron laughed as he was painted with his own colors. Solarwind also laughed. The two headed out of the room and into the washracks to get cleaned. After getting cleaned up, Megatron walked to the medibay to go check on his mate. Soundwave was up and having Knock Out test out his repairs.

"You look wonderful Soundwave," Megatron commented.

"Everything seems to be running properly," said Knock Out.

"Thank you Knock Out," said Soundwave.

"Ah, you sound just like that day I first met you," Megatron purred. "Absolutely hypnotizing to my audios and spark."

"You sound amazing Soundwave," said Solarwind. He looked down for a moment.

"Solarwind, what is it?" asked Soundwave.

"I don't know. Carrier seems to be in pain," Solarwind said, looking up to his uncle. "I have to go back. Something's wrong with carrier."

~~~000

Ratchet slept on the medibay berth, life support on his chest. Optimus sat next to him, optics closed. Cliffjumper had informed the rest of the team when Ratchet collapsed while getting energon. That's when he informed them of what Ratchet had told him. The old mech twitched slightly every now and then. It appeared his systems were weakening greatly. The computer beeped and the sound of an engine came in through the entrance. Everyone looked to see Solarwind transform and rush to the medibay.

"Solarwind," Optimus greeted. "You have greatly worried us. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine dad. I was helping out with a few things," said Solarwind. "I came back when I felt carrier."

"Your carrier will be fine. He's resting peacefully," said Optimus. He took his son by the arm and brought him into a hug. "I am so glad you are home."

"Me too," Solarwind hummed.

"So what exactly were you doing with Megatron?" asked Arcee, her whole form on edge.

"Well I helped Soundwave regain sight and voice. I also helped with the sparkling room," said Solarwind.

"Sparkling room?" Bulkhead asked.

"Yeah. Soundwave is expecting and so is Knock Out," said Solarwind. "Dad... Uncle Megatron says I can go visit when his sparkling arrives."

"Is that so. Just be sure to tell us where you are going and when," said Optimus.

"Optimus seriously? You're going to let Solarwind go to the Decepticons to see some spawn of theirs?" Arcee asked in disbelief.

"There is no harm in it. Megatron will not bring harm to Solarwind," Optimus assured.

"You don't know that. He could be using him to find us," Arcee growled.

"I know Uncle Megatron won't do that. He cares about me," Solarwind protested. "You don't even know him."

"You're right. There is nothing to know about him. He's a sick fragger who only knows violence and nothing else. He killed millions and our planet," Arcee argued, tone angry and threatening.

"Arcee stop," Optimus commanded.

"Come on Cee. Let's get you cooled down," said Cliffjumper, leading the femme away.

Solarwind stayed silent. Maybe Arcee was right. He was stuck on what to think. Maybe he would go visit sooner. The young mech didn't feel wanted. He must be a terrible mech to care for someone who others didn't get. Instead, Solarwind took a report of his carrier and copied it onto a datapad before heading to the groundbridge.

"Solarwind, where are you going?" Optimus asked.

"What does it matter? I don't belong here. I'm just a fragger for trusting someone that no one else does. Tell carrier that I came to see him," said Solarwind before opening the groundbridge, setting it to delete his coordinates. Optimus went to go stop his son, but the portal closed. Optimus sighed, staring down at the ground.

~~~000

"Back already?" Megatron asked, amusement in his voice. He frowned when he saw tears. "Solarwind? What happened?"

"Nothing," Solarwind shrugged.

"Don't try to lie. I know when someone is," said Megatron. He took the mech into his arms. "Now, tell me what happened."

"I went back to the base. Carrier was in medibay and the others were nearby. Arcee started talking about you using me to find the location of the base. I said that you wouldn't use me and that you cared about me. She then called you a sick fragger who knows nothing but violence and nothing else and that you killed millions and our planet," Solarwind sobbed. "You care about me. You never meant to do the things you did. I don't blame you at all."

"Oh Solarwind, some of the things I did... I meant for it to be that way. Sadly, not everything went as planned. I chose to kill all those innocents. I never meant for things to turn out the way they did. If I could, I would turn back time and stop myself from starting the war. It's true that I know nothing but violence, but only to solve problems. The caste system had taken me away from my family at a very young age," Megatron explained. "I was forced to be the way I am because of the caste system and the High Council. I wanted to make Cybertron a better place for all. I didn't want anyone else to suffer like I did and so many others. I care too much to allow that to happen."

"Then why does the war go on? Why does everyone have hatred for those who are different?" Solarwind asked.

"I do not know why. As for the war, I do not believe it will change anything. Either way, I will have to atone for what I have done," said Megatron.

"But... you'll die. I've heard others say that those who do bad get punished badly. The rest of our race will kill you and all that stand by you. I don't want that to happen," said Solarwind, clinging harder to his uncle. "You don't deserve that. You're a good mech whose been taught wrong just because you are different."

"Youngling, whatever happens will happen for a reason, no matter what," Megatron whispered. "Come, you must rest. You look exhausted."

Megatron lead the young mech to a spare room. Solarwind nodded and laid down on the berth, falling asleep.

~~~ dream

Cybertron had been brought back to its rightful glory. Mechs and femmes cheered as Megatron was brought forward in chains, helm bowed low. Solarwind looked confused at the cheering bots. Megatron was spat upon, hit, and cursed at as he walked through the crowd. He was brought up to a platform above the crowd. Optimus looked away in defeat, fists clenched. He could not persuade the crowd. He looked to his brother.

"I'm so sorry Megatron," Optimus said, voice breaking.

"I forgive you brother. This is what must be done for all that I've done," said Megatron.

"No! I won't let you!" Solarwind shouted, pushing through mechs and femmes to the platform. He climbed up and hugged his uncle. "I can't let you die."

"There is no need to mourn young one," Megatron whispered to him.

"Kill them both!"

"Down with the Decepticon and his sympathizer!"

"They deserve to die!"

Solarwind ignored the people below. He couldn't let them kill the silver mech. He stood to them, arms spread slightly at his side.

"He did nothing wrong! He was forced to be like this because he was different! Please, listen to me! Let him live and make the world he planned for! All he wants is peac-"

Bang!

Solarwind stopped talking. Shock ran through his body, registering the pain that blossomed in his chest. Solarwind fell backwards, landing right in front of the silver mech he protected. Megatron shouted something and struggled, but he could not hear. Megatron was shot next, killing him almost instantly. Megatron fell near Solarwind. The mech tried to talk, but failed. His body was growing weaker as his spark faded. His father knelt next to them, shouting something. Solarwind saw everything go black.

~~~ end dream

Solarwind woke with a start, his body shaking. He realized it was just a dream. He sighed in relief and remembered the datapad he had. Walking to the medibay, he went in to find Knock Out. The red mech smiled at the sight of a familiar face.

"What can I do for you Solar?" asked Knock Out.

"What can you tell me about carrier with this?" asked Solarwind, handing over the datapad. Knock Out hummed as he read it.

"Well for starters, he's sparked. His body is being infected with an incurable virus is the next I see," said Knock Out.

"Sparked?" Solarwind asked in disbelief.