thoughts

Pairings:

MegatronxOptimus Prime

WheeljackxBulkhead

RatchetxIronhide

SmokescreenxBumblebee

BreakdownxKnock Out

JazzxProwl

GrimlockxNightstar (oc)

SoundwavexBlaster

Warnings: kissing, mentions of interfacing, violence, fluff, possibly sadness in future chapters, birth, and mpreg. And mentions of rape.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters. And I don't know about the characters that I have been given ideas from others. But they get the credit for making them. Or anything related to Dragon Ball that I'll use.

Optimus felt lighter, almost airy. He opened his optics and saw blackness all around him. It faded out to show him standing before the Primes before him in a room. Optimus recognized that he was now inside the Matrix, which meant that the Primes was going to tell him something important.

"Alpha Trion, why have I been brought here?" Optimus asked.

"For simple reasons," the old mech answered.

"You do wish to bring someone back do you not?" Prima asked.

"Yes I do," said Optimus. "We will give you a way to do so," said Alpha Trion.

"Please tell me. It will help my son greatly," said Optimus.

~~~front room

"Grandcarrier?" Alnilam asked.

"I can't feel his spark anymore," said Ratchet.

"Does that mean..."

"Yes Alnilam it does."

The young mechling shook his helm in denial. His carrier couldn't be dead. He just couldn't be. Ratchet set his son down in a comfortable position and gathered his grandson into his arms. Alnilam clung onto him tightly and refused to cry. It just wasn't possible. His carrier seemed invincible to anything. His sire walked through the door shortly, shocked to find Ratchet and his son on the floor with Optimus' still form.

"Ratchet, what is it?" asked Megatron.

"Orion had another attack and when it ended, he went still. I can't feel his spark in his chest anymore," said Ratchet.

Megatron clenched his fists tightly. Then he remembered what he had learned while at the Hall.

"I've got a way to bring him back if he is truly dead," said Megatron. "The both of us were looking for a way to bring Burnah back for Hot Rod's sake. We can use it to bring him back."

Optimus stirred and opened his optics. Ratchet just about had a spark attack. Optimus sprung up and hugged Megatron.

"The Primes have told me how to revive Burnah. I'm going to need your help. We must go speak with Primus," said Optimus.

"Alright my love," said Megatron. "Let me go check up on Hot Rod before we leave."

Megatron walked into his son's room. Hot Rod was still on his berth, back facing the wall. He noticed that some of the energon was missing from the cube.

"Hot Rod, are you alright?" asked Megatron.

"Fine," came the reply.

"Just checking up on you. Your carrier and I are leaving for a bit. Grandcarrier is here if you need him," said Megatron, leaving the room.

Optimus practically yanked him out of the room. They went to a small house-looking place and retrieved the body before traveling down to Primus. The god welcomed the two with warm bursts of power. Optimus laid the body down and stepped back.

"Why have you come Optimus?" Primus asked.

"I have gained knowledge from the Primes that you are able to revive a friend of ours, not for our own purposes, but for our son's sake. We do not know what happened between the two, but Hot Rod is suffering from loss," Optimus explained.

"Indeed I can revive who you seek. You have proven once again that you put others before yourself Optimus," said Primus. "Megatron, come closer. Your spark shall help power his once it is returned. Do not fear about anything as your spark is a strong one."

Megatron did as told and knelt down. Tendrils snaked down and connected Megatron's spark to the empty spark chamber. Another set of tendrils carried a spark, setting it down into the shell. Megatron tensed as he helped strengthen the spark to a stable form. Once that was done, he stepped away. Nothing happened. The sounds of systems coming online filled the silent air. Burnah's optics onlined in a flash as he sat up. The mech looked around, confused. His optics stopped on the two mates. He got up and stumbled to the two.

"Easy Burnah, get your strength back first," said Megatron.

"Hot Rod, is he alright? Where is he?" asked Burnah, ignoring his former student.

"He is in his berth, suffering and grieving of your loss," said Optimus. "He's been like this for a few weeks since your death."

"Take me to him. I have to see him," said Burnah.

~~~000

The cloaked mech stood outside of a door. Just inside the room was Hot Rod. He steeled himself to go meet him. Opening the door, Burnah entered the room. Hot Rod was at his desk, staring up at the stars. He noticed someone enter, but didn't turn around.

"Go away," said Hot Rod, his voice tired and held no energy.

"Are you sure that's what you want me to do?" Burnah asked. Hot Rod perked up in his chair and swiveled around. A large smile slapped itself onto his face, large tears pouring out. Hot Rod got up and ran to his mentor, hugging him tightly. Burnah laughed and embraced Hot Rod back.

"It's good to see you again Hot Rod," said Burnah. "It's you. It's really you. You're back," Hot Rod cried.

"Yes it is. And I don't plan on leaving anytime soon," said Burnah.

"Can we continue the training? And spend more time together?" asked Hot Rod.

"Of course we can Hot Rod."

The mechling smiled widely and buried his helm into Burnah's neck. The older mech picked him up and laid down onto the berth, resting Hot Rod on his chest.

"Sleep Hot Rod. You need it," said Burnah.

The mechling obeyed and drifted off into recharge. Burnah hummed an ancient song to help him. Once Hot Rod was asleep, Burnah joined him. Being brought back had taken its toll on his body and right now he needed rest. Optimus and Megatron eventually came in to check up on them, snapping a picture of the two sleeping together. Optimus knew what he was doing to do. He was going to collect pictures of Hot Rod's life and give them to him when he was bonded to another.