Main Parings:
ex OptimusxBarricade
IronhidexOptimus
Child(s): Bumblebee (adopted), Switch, Nighttron, Steelhide,
RatchetxJolt
Child(s): Red Alert, First Aid, Prowl, Talis, Sunbolt, Kore,
SamxMikaela
InfernoxRed Alert
Child(s): Heatwave (not RB), Smokescreen, Breakfire
JazzxProwl
Child(s): Bluestreak, Remix
BumblebeexBarricade
forced StarscreamxFallen
Child(s): hatchlings
MegatronxStarscream
Child(s):
Warnings: Mentions of interfacing, mystical Matrix powers, mpreg, sparking, blood, gore, some out of character, secret relationships, odd relationships, character death, revival, and anything else I forgot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters.
"Oh Primus," Jolt gasped.
"I'll... I'll inform Lennox to get transportation to bring Optimus back to base," said Ratchet. He turned on his com link. "Lennox... Optimus is dead. We need a plane to get him back to base."
"I will see to it. How's Ironhide?"
"Not doing so well," Ratchet answered before cutting off the transmission. The medic knelt down beside the sparked mech with a servo on black plating. "Ironhide... Lennox is coming with a plane to bring Optimus back to base."
Ironhide, with his emotions getting out of control, latched onto his friend. Talis and Prowl took Optimus' frame from Ironhide. It was difficult for all of them, tears being shed as they mourned over the loss while waiting for Lennox. Jazz would be informed back at base as he was watching the sparklings. The chartreuse mech rubbed comforting circles on the weapon specialists back.
"Primus why? Why?!" Ironhide sobbed. "It isn't fair."
"I know 'Hide. Just let it out," said Ratchet.
~~~000
Jazz had finally calmed down the two crying sparklings. He didn't know what happened to Optimus or Ironhide, but it had to be bad for the sparklings to feel it. The saboteur looked outside when the plane engines and a large crash sounded. He saw Optimus' frame lying on the ground, the humans surrounding the Autobots, both pointing weapons at each other. He knew to stay back, feeling Bluestreak latch onto his leg as he too watched the scene.
When the humans following Galloway left, the silver mech approached. He carried the twins in his arms and Bluestreak toddled after them, going up to his sire.
"Prowler, what happened?" Jazz asked.
"Optimus fell in battle," said Prowl, his doorwings falling. He picked up Bluestreak and held him against his chest. "We were too late to prevent it."
"Oh I'm so sorry love. You two were good friends," said Jazz.
"He was your friend too," said Prowl, glancing back to the other Autobots. "This is going to be hard on us all. The war is still going on and without Optimus, we can lose."
~~~000
The Fallen backhanded Megatron, knocking the younger mech down. Starscream hid in the shadows, afraid that he could be punished as well. Megatron had also told him to keep out of the way. The silver mech spat out some energon, not looking up to his master as he came closer. There was no regret for killing his brother for the right reason. As much as Megatron didn't want to, he had to. It was pointless to regret it now when it had already been done.
"What happened? You knew that I planned to use Optimus Prime as my slave," the Fallen snarled.
"Forgive me. Optimus received more damage than expected and his spark went out from the strain of battle and energon loss," Megatron explained. Well it was the truth. "He fell and the Autobots showed up. We had to retreat before we sustained more damage. We were outnumbered since Grindor was killed by Optimus."
"Then we will continue with the original plan and find the Matrix," the Fallen said, sitting back down on his throne. "You are dismissed."
Megatron got up and made his way out of the room. Starscream followed behind his bondmate, concern leaking into the bond. The two headed for their quarters. The seeker brought out a medical kit as Megatron sat on the berth. The smaller mech repaired the damage from the battle and the Fallen. His red optics stared into the other crimson optics.
"Megatron..." Starscream trailed off, his servos stilling from cleaning away the dried energon.
"I know Starscream. I will live and when the chance presents itself, I'm killing the Fallen," said Megatron, his own servo going to Starscream's that rested on his chest. "I'm sure the Autobots are holding a burial ceremony or preparing for one. I wish to go pay my respects properly to my brother."
"All right, let's go. I'll send out a message and coordinates on neutral ground to meet up with the Autobots so that we may speak on equal grounds," said Starscream, finishing up the cleaning and packing the med kit up.
~~~000
"Prowler, we got a message from Starscream. He and Megatron want to meet up on neutral ground to talk," said Jazz, handing his sparkmate a datapad. "What do we do?"
"This is strange but must be investigated. There is a chance it will work out in our favor," said Prowl, calculating the percentages as he read the message. "I'll take Talis and Red Alert with me."
"Be careful out there," said Jazz.
"I will love," said Prowl.
~~~000
"What do you want Megatron?" Prowl asked.
"I wish to pay my respects to my brother in a traditional form," said Megatron.
"Weren't you the one to kill him?" Red Alert asked.
"Indeed, but I did so to protect him. The Fallen wanted to use him as a breeder to expand his army," said Megatron.
"We could not allow such a thing. It was already being done to me by force, more so since the hatchlings keep dying," said Starscream. "It is a horrible fate that no one deserves, especially not Optimus to become a slave to that sick mech."
The seeker was close to tears. The Decepticon warlord hugged his mate to show comfort. Starscream shuddered a bit before composing himself. He nodded to Megatron, signaling that he was fine now.
"Please, I would rather my brother be dead than a slave," said Megatron. "It is bad enough that sire tried to do that to him, hence why the war was started. To protect Optimus from a false law that sire and the High Council created for their sick pleasure."
"Then why continue on the war?" Talis pondered.
"Optimus was still in danger and not from the Fallen," said Megatron.
"We will permit you to see our fallen leader," said Prowl.
The police car transformed and headed back to base with the other mechs following him. The Second-in-Command ordered weapons away when they arrived, briefly explaining why. In a lone room at the back of the medibay, Ratchet had just finished with the repairs to Optimus' body. The medic looked up when Prowl came in with the two Decepticons. Prowl explained over the bond he had with his carrier and the medic nodded before leaving. Megatron stopped Ratchet with a servo going to his shoulder.
"Was it a quick death?" Megatron asked softly.
"From what I can tell, yes," said Ratchet.
"Good. I tried to end it swiftly," said Megatron. The two Autobots left him and Starscream alone, just standing outside the room. "I am sorry brother that it has come down to this. I hope you can forgive me. I tried so hard to protect you but I had failed. You or someone else might say that I didn't but I feel like I did. You lived too short of a life. But you are safe and out of danger now. If there is a way to revive you, I will find it and continue to protect you from the danger that lies ahead after I kill the Fallen and free us from his slavery. May Primus be with you."
The leader left the room, nodding to the two Autobots on his way. Ratchet placed a knowing servo on Megatron's arm, nodding slightly to him to let him know that it was going to be okay. The leader accepted before departing the base with his mate before the Fallen got suspicious.