Well I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas! Now the New Year is coming upon us! I hope everyone enjoyed year 2008 and lets make the best of 2009. Happy New Year! Enjoy this new chapter!

Chapter 3

The Second of the Three Spirits

Megatron had gone back to sleep, but no later did a booming voice force himself to wake up. He knew that it was the second messenger that Marley had foretold him about. The first spirit had forced him to relive the past…but he had no idea what this spirit was going to show him. He opened his door to the outside and found energon everywhere. There was so much he forced himself not to drool. Then he saw the spirit, the spirit was much larger than he and looked down at Megatron.

Megatron had never been afraid of anything, but a spirit could do much more than a simple transformer, then he saw the insignia on its chest. "Autobot," he whispered, but that one whisper cost him his hiding place.

"Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, I know you hide from me. Come in, and know me better transformer!" The loud voice boomed across the whole room. The voice was deep and massive…something he had never heard. He slowly came out from the side of the corner and came face to face with the spirit. The whole room had changed since he last saw it. The room had must have gotten bigger or he smaller. Decorations were everywhere and it was all lit up with goodness.

"Who are you?" Megatron demanded.

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Present," replied the spirit, "Look upon me!" Megatron quickly obeyed. When he first saw the spirit all he focused on was the Autobot insignia. Now as he looked upon him the spirit was red and gold, then he wore a beautiful green robe. Megatron could easily be picked up by this spirit and thrown around the planet without stopping for days. "You have never seen the likes of me before!" exclaimed the spirit.

"Never," Megatron replied.

"Have you walked forth with the younger members of my family; meaning (for I am very young) my elder brothers born in these later years." Spoke the spirit.

"I don't think I have spirit…just how many brothers do you have?" Megatron asked.

"More than nineteen hundred." Replied the spirit.

Megatron's optics grew big with shock and joked, "Imagine the grocery bills." The two laughed at it for a while but then the Ghost of Christmas Past rose to its feet. Megatron was shocked that it didn't break through the ceiling, but it seemed that it grew as the spirit rose.

"Spirit," said Megatron submissively, "conduct me where you will. I went forth earlier on compulsion, and I learnt my lesson which is working now. Tonight, if you have ought to teach me, let me profit by it."

The transformer looked down at Megatron and said, "Climb aboard."
Megatron had never asked to climb into another transformer's hand other Astrotrain. This was an Autobot spirit and wasn't sure if he could trust him. "I don't have all night, Megatron, if you don't come with me you can look forward to an awful fate after death."

Megatron slowly stepped into the spirits hand and the room started spinning. All the decorations were disappearing, and the outside was starting to appear. The darkness melted away with daylight and transformers from minicons to Autobots and Decepticons. Everyone was in a happy mood and talking, carrying gifts to houses. Little sparklings were running having fun on Christmas and showing what Santa Claws had brought them. Lovers were walking side by side loving each others gifts…no one could see them at all…these were shadows of the present.

There very few shops opened and the ones that were opened were the ones who had the transformer geese, duck, and turkey for Christmas dinner, but soon after time went on everything closed up and everywhere. Chimneys were soon smoking and the smell of dinner cooking filled Megatron's nostrils. "Is there a particular flavor in what you sprinkle from your torch?"

Omega Supreme just looked down at the Decepticon leader in his hand and sat him down. "There is. My own," his deep voice rumbled as he answered.

"Would it apply to any kind of dinner on this day?" Megatron asked again.

"To any kindly given. To poor one most." Omega Supreme replied.

"Why to a poor one most?" asked Megatron who was surprised. At least this spirit could give all that could buy it would be able to get it.

Suddenly the spirit replied, "Because it needs it most."

"Omega Supreme?" started Megatron, but paused to think of what his question was, "I wonder you, of all the beings in the many worlds about us, should desire to cramp these people's opportunities of innocent enjoyment."

"Yes," the spirit replied.

"You would deprive them of their means of dining every seventh day, often the only day on which is said to dine at all." said Megatron, "Wouldn't you."

"Affirmative."

"You seek to close these places on the seventh day, and it comes to the same thing."

Again the spirit agreed again to Megatron and walked the empty streets of Cybertron. Then Megatron spoke up, "Forgive me if I'm wrong. It has been done in your name, or at least the name of your family."

"There are some upon this Cybertron of yours," return the spirit, "who lay to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name, who are as strange to us and all out kith kin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us."

Megatron promised he would and slowly they started to disappear into the mists and then they managed to get to his servant's house…Optimus Prime though from the looks of things it seemed like he wasn't home. But instead there inside was his working wife trying to prepare a wonderful dinner for the holidays. Optigana had always been a good Decepticon, but she went Autobot when she met Optimus Prime.

There was a child helping his mother. He recognized them off the bat. He was Optimus' son/warrior. It was Jazz Optimus' own second in command at home helping his mother. Then suddenly Mrs. Prime spoke, "What has ever got your precious father then?" said Optigana, "And your brother, Bumblebee? And Arcee wouldn't be home as late as last Christmas by half an hour!"

"Here's Arcee mother!" exclaimed Jazz.

Suddenly two Autobots came running in. Twins! They were the youngest and weren't not allowed to go into battle, "Here's Arcee mother!" cried the young Primes. "Hurray! There's such a goose Arcee!"

"Well bless your spark alive, my dear, how late you are," said Optigana kissing Arcee a dozen times or more.

"We'd a deal of work to finish up last night." Replied the female Autobot, "and had to clear away this morning another."

"Well! Never mind as long as you are here," spoke Mrs. Prime, "You better sit yourself down by the fire at once, you're freezing cold, Primus bless you."

Suddenly the twins started running around the house, "Father's coming! Father's coming! Hide Arcee hide!" Just as Arcee hid herself little Bumblebee walked in followed by his father. Optimus looked around seeing all his children except Arcee.

"Where's Arcee?" Optimus asked.

"Not coming." Optigana replied.

"Not coming!" exclaimed Optimus. It seemed as though all his high spirits melted away and a depressed look. "Not coming on Christmas day!?"

Arcee didn't want to depress her father so she came out prematurely and ran to her father giving him a huge hug. The twins grabbed Bumblebee and dragged him to the table and got him ready for the feast.

"How did little Bumblebee behave?" asked Optigana to Optimus as she was getting the food ready to go out on the table.

"As good as gold." Optimus replied and helped her bring out the food. "Ratchet had come to see him today for a check up…he still hasn't lost touch of his old job. He hopes to go back to it soon, but if the Decepticons don't light up on the Autobots then the Autobots may go extinct in a couple solar cycles."

Megatron watched Bumblebee play around with his siblings, and he suddenly got a rush of guilt at what he had done to Bumblebee. The spirit noticed Megatron's change of attitude and looked down at him, "What's going through your mind?" he asked.

"When the war was going on…Bumblebee was following orders his dad and told him to do…I had intercepted the call and followed Bumblebee. If it weren't for Optimus Bumblebee would be in worse condition or even dead." Omega Supreme looked at him and then back inside the house.

The Primes got all the food set out on the table and gave everyone regular energon. They all sat down around the table and Optimus grabbed his glass and stood up and proposed, "A Merry Christmas to all of us my dears, Primus bless."

The whole family re-echoed Optimus' words and then Bumblebee whispered, "Primus bless everyone." Optimus got up from his seat and went over to Bumblebee and gave his son a hug.

"Spirit," spoke Megatron, "Will Tiny Tim die?"

"I see a vacant seat," replied the ghost, "in a poor chimney-corner, and a crutch without an owner, carefully preserved. If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, the sparkling will truly die." Omega Supreme's voice echoed in Megatron's ear.

"No, no!" cried Megatron, "Oh no, kind spirit! Say he will be spared! It's my fault he's like this if I hadn't tried to kill him he'd be normal and healthy. Please kind spirit! Say it isn't true!"

"If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other in my race will find him here," returned the ghost, "What then. If he like to die then he better do it and decrease the surplus population."

Megatron hung his head down low ashamed of what he had said…he wished he had given Ironhide and Ratchet some money to the poor…he wished he hadn't conquered Cybertron. He should had left it the way it was.

"Cybertronian," said the Ghost, "if Cybertronian you be in spark, not adamant, forbear that wicked can't until you have discovered what the surplus is, and where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor transformer's child, oh Primus, to hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust."

Megatron was about to say something to the spirit when he heard his name being said, "Lord Megatron!" exclaimed Optimus, "I'll give you Lord Megatron the founder of this feast."

"The founder of this feast indeed!" screeched Optigana, "If he were here I'd give him a piece of my mind."

"My dear," spoke Optimus, "the children, Christmas day!"

"It should be Christmas day I'm sure," said she, "on which one thinks the health of such an odious, stingy, hard transformer such as Lord Megatron. You know he is Optimus. You fought against him for so many years and because of this he has made you this…if it hadn't won you wouldn't be like this, you'd be making sure everyone was equal and…Megatron just makes me so mad! We need to revolt against him! Tear him apart and feed the wild transformers."

"My dear I know its been hard…but we have done good so far…we're making it—

"Barely Optimus! Just barely!" she exclaimed, then she sighed, "I'll drink to his health for you Optimus. I hope he has a very Happy New Year and a Merry Christmas I have no doubt."

As time passed Megatron stood there watching the family enjoy their Christmas. All his attention though was at Bumblebee. The poor Sparkling didn't deserve this life…he should have had the better life he had before the war. Before all this happened. Jazz got up and so did the rest of the family. They all helped one another clean up and then they were able to have fun.

"So father…when do you plan to revolt?" Jazz questioned.

Megatron looked at Optimus; he had always suspected Optimus to be planning something behind his back. "I'm not sure if I'm going to revolt…I've tried in the past, but he has learned. When I go to work I am placed with a collar and if I step out of line he makes me go off line for a short while.

But soon the family ran outside and started playing in the snow. Megatron smiled seeing the family having fun. Especially Bumblebee, he'd limp around and laugh as his siblings slowly chased him with snow balls. But soon the scenery faded and people like the Primes were out and about having fun with everyone. Then again the scenery disappeared and they were at a nicer house.

"What is this place?" Megatron asked.

"A place where the Fires live, who labor in the bowels of Cybertron," said the spirit, "But they know me see!"

The two walked through the wall and entered the house. There was an older Cybertronian singing in the native tongue of the planet the carols of how Cybertron came to be. A few more transformers entered the room and then one he automatically recognized as his nephew. Megatron watched his nephew walk around with the people in the house. His wife was right next to him the whole time and they were laughing and having a good old time.

Megatron felt his spark swell with sorrow seeing all this happening…he wanted to be there in person to where everyone could see him and he could interact with them. He wanted to tell his nephew that he was sorry for the way he had treated him earlier that day. Suddenly Jetfire started laughing and the spirit standing next to him joined him. "Ha, ha!" laughed Megatron's nephew, "Ha, ha, ha!"

Megatron couldn't help but laugh, he had no idea what they were laughing at, but it couldn't keep Megatron from not laughing. Then Jetfire started holding his sides and then exclaimed, "He said that Christmas was a humbug, as I live!" cried Megatron's nephew. "He believed it too!"

"More shame for him, Jetfire." Spoke Megatron's niece. Everyone there joined in with their laughter and then Jetfire spoke again.

"He's a comical fellow," said Megatron's nephew, "that's the truth: and not a pleasant as he might be. However, his offences carry their own punishment, and I have nothing to say against him."

I'm sure he's very rich Jetfire," hinted Megatron's niece. "At least you always tell me so."

"What of that my dear?" said Jetfire, "His wealth is of no use to him. He don't do any good with it. He don't make himself comfortable with it. He hasn't the satisfaction of thinking-ha, ha, ha!-that he is ever going to benefit us with it."

"I have no patience with him." Spoke Jetfire's wife. All the other femme bots in the room agreed. Megatron was shocked at how many people didn't think highly of him. His nephew was the only one who stood up for him.

"Oh I have!" exclaimed Jetfire, "I am sorry for him; I couldn't be angry with him even if I tried…sure during the war I hated him all the time, but I didn't know he was my uncle…when we did find out we were related though…he saved my fate from the other Autobots that fought against him…Optimus Prime the once proud Autobot leader is now working under Megatron…its sad to see such a wonderful leader as him go to a waist under my uncle, but there is nothing I can do. My hatred for him has emptied and love, compassion has filled its place."

"Indeed, I think he loses a good dinner." Spoke Megatron's niece.

"I'm very glad to hear it."

After the dinner everyone went into the gathering room and started playing a game. Omega Supreme was very pleased to see Megatron enjoying himself finally after all the years in solitude. He was finally having fun. Then a new game started called yes and no. Basically everyone had to think of something that Jetfire was thinking of.

Some of them guessed a dog, pig, horse, cow, and it went on until finally Jetfire's wife stood up and exclaimed, "I know who it is! It's your uncle Lord Megatron!

"Yes!"

Megatron did not know he'd be the center of attention on such a wonderful day with wonderful people…Megatron looked upon the spirit and noticed that he was getting rustier. "My time is nearly up."

They disappeared from the scene to a misty place. It was so foggy you could hardly see what was in front of you. "Why are spirits lives so brief on this planet?"

"My life upon this planet ends tonight."
"Tonight!" exclaimed Megatron.

Omega Supreme sat Megatron down and then pulled out two sparklings and said, "I warn you of these sparklings. The boy is ignorance and the girl is want. Stay away from these sparklings as much as you possibly can…but stay away from the boy more than the girl…for he can corrupt.

Then slowly the spirit disappeared into the night leaving Megatron all alone in the night with no one around him…all alone in the eerie fog.

Well I hope you guys enjoyed. Please review! And again have a very Merry Christmas! And a disclaimer...none of this belongs to me! As you all know. If I did own it....I'd be living free.