Title: The Prime
Genre: Action/Drama, Friendship/Romance
Rating: T for mild transformer swearing, some violence, and crude language
Short Summary:
When a young mech destined to be the next Prime is exiled by his evil uncle, he must learn what it means to become a great leader.

Chapter Two

It took some time but he finally found where his older brother was hiding. And not exactly in the greatest company either.

After dealing with series of mechs and femmes wanting to welcome Orion Pax into their loves, Sentinel had set out to find out what was taking his brother so long to come see his nephew. It had nearly been a full cycle and there was still no sign of Megatron. It was becoming very concerning and feeling Alpha Trion's gaze baring into him with a hint of "I told you so" clearly in the air, it made The Prime sigh deeply with sternness to it.

After excusing himself from the celebration of his son's sparking, Sentinel quiet told Beta what he was doing and asked her to take over with dealing with everything. She nodded in understanding and didn't mind.

Instead, she began looking every Cybertronian over, knowing that one day, one of these were going to be loyal to her son. Of course there was a manner of looking for a future advisor and guardian to her son. She would have to talk to Sentinel about getting one close to Orion's age. She just didn't think a much older one would fit too well with him.

But in the end it would be Sentinel's decision to make. She would just suggest it to him.

Sentinel Prime was not usual one to be found in this part of Iacon but he did want to find out where his brother had gone off to. He found out from a data clerk of Megatron's whereabouts and was lead to a place he was not even known to go into. He didn't go alone, of course. He couldn't go without his Guard, Streamline, not that he couldn't take care of himself.

So entering a High Grade Energon facility was the last place that he would be seen in.

Of course upon entering, many of the patrons stopped what they were doing just to stare at The Prime with surprise and awe. They had never seen him up close like this.

Ignoring most of them, Sentinel Prime looked around before his optics fell on the one he came looking for in the first place. Then he made his way over to a secluded table in the corner where his massive brother was drinking High Grade energon.

The sight of such a high tolerance cube made him grimace. He had never touched the stuff and he never would.

Megatron's back was to him so the massive Cybertronian didn't see him coming until he sat down across from him. He sat up straighter, looking surprised to see his noble brother in this place. "Sentinel, what a surprise. What are doing in this place?" He asked, his deep powerful voice rumbling.

Sentinel stared blankly at him, folding his hands together in front of him. "I could ask you the same thing, Megatron. You do realize you were expected to be the first in line to welcome my son into the world, do you not?" He asked firmly.

For a moment, Megatron gaped at him before he groaned and slapped his servos against his face plates while leaning back as if in embarrassed or ashamed of himself. "Primus' sake! That was today?! I thought he wasn't going to be sparked until tomorrow!" He groaned before looking apologetically at his younger brother. "Sentinel, I am so sorry. I completely forgot about it."

Sentinel frowned curiously but Streamline did not convinced at all. The Guard even scoffed. "You forgot? How could you forget when Sentinel Prime sent you the message the moment it happened this early orn?" He asked irritably and regretted it when both Sentinel and Megatron shot him a look. He immediately backed down, bowing his head in apology.

"Silence your glossa, worm." Megatron growled at him, his optics narrowing dangerously.

Sentinel held up a hand to silence both but shook his head. "He has a valid point, Megatron, even if he speaks out of term. I will not reprimand him for such." He said firmly earning quite the look from Megatron. "You still have a duty to fulfill and that was to be there when I called for you."

Megatron huffed in irritation. "I said I was sorry, Sentinel. But I had other matters to attend to then worrying about some sparkling being sparked." He growled in annoyance.

Optics flashed and Sentinel did not look impressed. "That sparkling is my son, your nephew and your future Prime, Megatron. Do not make the mistake of disrespecting him when you have not even seen him yet." He warned.

Heaving a mocking sigh, Megatron shook his head as he leaned heavily yet carelessly back into his seat. "Apologies, brother. But I did have more important things to do. Like keeping your little empire from being destroyed." He growled out.

Frowning, Sentinel gave him an inquiring look. "The Decepticons?" He asked immediately.

Megatron nodded as he looked directly into his brother's cool blue optics while his unusual red ones were full of amusement. "Exactly. I have it under reliable sources that the beginning fractions began in Vos. I believe it is Silverbolt, himself who began the secret society called the Decepticons." He informed him.

"Silverbolt?" Sentinel asked quite alarmed to hear that. He shook his head, hurriedly. "That cannot be right, Megatron. The Seekers of Vos are a peaceful race, if not a little vain and irritating. But they are not the kind to do something like this. Your sources must not be that reliable. I cannot believe that Silverbolt would do something like this. We have a standing pact with him and his Seekers."

Waving his servos in irritation, Megatron shook his head with a sour look. "There is only so long that one could take before striking out, Sentinel. The Seekers are greedy and they are tiring of your peaceful ways with them. They think that their Seeker ruler would make a far suitable Prime than you." He said sternly.

Sentinel shook his head with a sigh. "Megatron, I just cannot believe that the Seekers would do something like forming rebellion fractions. I will not accuse Silverbolt of such until I have reliable evidence that I can use to point him out. Do you have such?" He asked frowning.

"Nope, but I will get you the evidence that you ever so desire. Hopefully before they decide to strike against one of the smaller cities. Though, I still think you should just do something now before lives are lost." Megatron stated with an optic roll.

"I will not act out before I have the evidence, Megatron." Sentinel said firmly, optics hard.

Megatron scooted his chair back with a screech as he stood up. "Do whatever you want then, brother. As if you don't already. Since you are the Prime. But I am not going to waste time just sitting here arguing with you. Like it or not, Vos is your source of the Decepticons. And I will prove it. I just hope I can do it before they strike." He growled out.

"Megatron, we are not finished here. You still have..." Sentinel Prime was saying, annoyed.

But Megatron huffed in annoyance as he already started to walk away. "Oh, but we are, Sentinel. If you want me to do my duty as Protector of Iacon, then I will do something. I don't have time to come look at your brat." He said sharply. He stopped when Streamline stepped into his path, stopping him from leaving. "Get out of my way, worm." He growled into the Guard's face.

"Streamline." Sentinel said wearily and waved for his guard to move.

Still hesitant, Streamline slowly did so, allowing Megatron to walk on by but not without screeching his shoulder armor with his.

Sighing, Sentinel stood up and motioned for his guard to follow out of the bar, glancing after the departing huge mech as the public quickly moved out of his way, not wanting to be trampled by him. "What am I going to do with him?" He asked wearily.

Streamline shook his head, staring after the huge mech. "You could always scrap him." He suggested.

"Streamline!" Sentinel reprimanded but not without a mild chuckle.

Grinning at his Prime, Streamline shrugged. "What? At least he will be more useful as an energon platter. Though, I could still hear him growling and complaining about it. I can only hear him now." He then got a grumpy look on his face as he deepened his voice to match Megatron's. "Fragging piece of fragging slagging pitspawn, fragging eating off my fragging empty tin can fragging head." He grumbled.

Booming with laughter, Sentinel swatted his guard in playful manner, who laughed with him as they started walking back. "He is pretty terrible with his language, is he not? I think you may be right about him. But still," The Prime said with a sigh and shook his head. "I wish I knew what was bothering him so much. He has even closed off our bond as brothers so I cannot pry it out of him."

Streamline shook his head as he glanced over his shoulder. "Whether you want to hear it or not, my Prime, Megatron is a lost cause. He is just too grumpy, too vile and too full of misery to be working so hard on. You will probably not stray him any closer than he wants to be. I do not like him, sire. He is just...he is just too full of...something. I cannot figure it out yet. But I will."

Waving a hand at his guard, Sentinel shook his head. "Do not bother, Streamline. He is my brother and you know better than to get on his nerves. Leave him for now. He will come around." He stated.

"Right. He will come around." Streamline said though he was unconvinced. He just didn't trust Megatron, no matter if his Prime did.

Returning to the palace was an easy quest to do. It was being surrounded by the many faces of mechs and femmes, congratulating him that was even easier.

Sentinel smiled and thanked everyone for their praise as he made his way back to Beta and his son. He smiled down at his tiny sparkling before gently taking him from his sparkmate. He rocked his son for a moment, enjoying the little whirls and clicks coming from him.

After a moment, Sentinel looked around all that was watching and smiled at the young medic he recalled to be Ratchet. "Ratchet, was it?" He asked curiously.

Lighting up at being addressed by The Prime, the light green colored medic nodded as he moved closer. "Yes, sire. My designation is Ratchet. I am from the Iacon Medical Facility." He told him with a slight Praxian accent.

Nodding with a smile, Sentinel just rocked his sparkling. "You did very well delivering my son into this world. You kept calm unlike some medics I know. And I can tell you have some skill. Though you did look a little embarrassed when working on my Beta. Flustered, actually. But I take it this was not your first delivery of a sparkling." He stated.

Looking embarrassed, Ratchet rubbed the back of his neck joints. "Well...not quite, sire. I have done some holographic practices in my studies. I am still an intern under the Medical Officer, Cureol. Forgive me if I make you uneasy for such. I was...on shift when you summoned and there were no experienced medics at the time. And for such a purpose, I thought it best to rush here other than calling for a more capable medical officer." He said sheepishly.

Sentinel and Beta shared a small smile but understood the young medic.

"I think you did just fine, Ratchet. You have gentle, steady hands when dealing with sparking tools. And you surely gave me the right amount of sedatives for the sparking pains." Beta said smiling at him. "I am grateful to you."

"As is I. That is why, I will happily offer you a position as a Head Medic in the palace. Someone of your talent and skills is needed." Sentinel said grandly.

Ratchet gaped at him, flabbergasted. "Head medic?! I would be honored, sire, but surely you would want someone more skilled than I! I am only an intern!" He said though sounding happy at the offer.

Sentinel waved a free hand at him while balancing his son in one arm. "Nonsense, Ratchet. You are fully skilled and I am impressed with you as it is. I could use someone like you to look after Beta and Orion Pax in the first few solar cycles. I would like it to be you, the medic who delivered my son. Of course, unless you do not want to." He said smiling.

Quick to shaking his head, Ratchet couldn't help it. "No, not at all, sire. I would be honored to help! Th-thank you for such an offer!" He said proud of himself.

"No, thank you, Ratchet. From now on, you will be my Medical Chief Officer." Sentinel said grinning at him.

Ratchet only smiled brightly, proud of his new achievement. He couldn't believe this was happening. A job offer from The Prime, himself. He would have to be a fool for not accepting. And if anything, Ratchet was no fool.

Things went on, mechs and femmes began to speak about the great new prince. But Beta sensed something troubling her mate. She looked right at him, giving him an inquiring look.

But Sentinel smiled, shaking his head. He would tell her later about what Megatron had said earlier about Vos. He knew she wasn't going to like it. He sure didn't. But all he could do was be patient and hope that Megatron had been wrong.