AN: I needed a break from work. This is what came out.

Title: Energon for Peace

Rating: G

Continuity: G1/Movieverse Mashup

Characters: Ensemble.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Still.

Prompt: (January 5, 2011) This Picture: tf-speedwriting. livejournal 229718. html

January 5, 2011

The news report shocked every mech on Earth, Autobots and Decepticons. The humans in protective suits walking among the crystals, scientists explaining how they radiated a strange form of energy, the marvelous pictures of soaring spires of faintly glowing crystal.

It had been on the TV in the Rec Room. Bumblebee had been watching the news with Sam and Mikaela when it had come on, and he had called everyone in to see it with their own optics.

Optimus Prime had stared. Prowl had started twitching, and only Jazz's stroking hand and murmured words had kept him from crashing. Perceptor had immediately gone off in a flurry of polysyllabic words that only he understood. Wheeljack's fingers were twitching in a way that would normally scream "run!" to anyone watching. Everyone else was simply standing and staring in varying degrees of shock.

Save for the humans; Sam and Mikaela were just plain old confused. "What's wrong?" the boy eventually asked his guardian, and Bumblebee glanced down.

"It's..."

"Energon crystals," Ratchet interrupted when Bumblebee trailed off. "Energon crystals, here, on Earth... Primus!"

Sam turned back to the TV and stared. Mikaela blinked.

"You mean, you can... eat those?"

"Oh, Primus no!" Wheeljack said, bending down a little so he was closer to the girl. "They need to be processed first. But from what I see, those crystals would last us a centivorn or more. Primus... And if there's one deposit, that means there could be more..."

Mikaela grinned. "So you won't be running out for a while?"

"Provided it is adequately processed and rationed, and perhaps supplemented with your Earth fuels, we could last for a very long time."

Prowl, who had managed to fend off a crash, shook his helm. "It's not that easy. What of the Decepticons?"

"Oh... right..."

Optimus glanced at his soldiers and friends, finally breaking out of his stunned awe, and smiled behind his battle mask. "I shall contact Megatron. The war started because of energon shortages. Perhaps we can work out a truce of sorts."

Prowl blinked and nodded. "Yes. Perhaps with this as motivation, we can initiate a time of peace. Come, Prime. I will help you with negotiations."

"Ah will too," Jazz proclaimed, and followed them out.

"Well..." Sam said, blinking rapidly. "This is going to be interesting."

"You can say that again," his girlfriend snorted.

. . .oOo.

The peace treaty was, actually, very easily negotiated. Megatron, as insane as he was at times, knew that continuing the fighting could potentially result in the destruction of the energon crystals. They were very flammable, after all, and as it was guaranteed that there would be soldiers of both sides there, trying to harvest and process the energon...

Well, without creating a lasting peace, fights would break out and the energon crystals could be destroyed.

Peace, over all, was a better option.

And so, the Autobots, as the more publicly supported group, moved toward obtaining ownership of the crystals. It was a long, arduous process, filled with red tape and political objections. Jazz and Ratchet handled it for the most part, while Optimus Prime made appearances and speeches when necessary.

Prowl and Starscream were the main negotiators for the treaty, with Megatron and Optimus chiming in when they had something to say. The two Seconds were the best choices; they were smart, devious when necessary, and knew enough about the armies to negotiate a peace that would last.

Conditions and deals were hashed out. The soon-to-be mine was brought under Autobot ownership, then a joint ownership as the treaty was finalized. The Autobot and Decepticon scientists went to work on mining and processing. A nearby base was constructed, and the two factions had constantly shifting rotations of mechs, making sure everyone got a chance to participate in peaceful contact.

A few fights were fought, but eventually, everyone settled. Friends were made, and, for the most part, the factions were content with each other.

Starscream and Prowl became close friends – the time spent working over the peace treaty had initiated the friendship, and time after that had solidified it. They spent long hours talking together. Their mates (Jazz as Prowl's bondmate, and Skywarp and Thundercracker as Starscream's bondmates and trinemates) helped it along by growing close as well. Skywarp and Jazz even teamed up a couple times to play revenge pranks on the Twins after the Big Paint Fiasco of 2014.

Wheeljack and the Constructicons grew closer as well, as they spent much time working together at the mine. Skyfire and Starscream rekindled their relationship. Blaster and Soundwave started holding nightly parties, where they competed at the mixing stations. Their symbiotes soon considered each other friends, and, eventually, familiy. Friendships quickly sprung up between factions, and the number of fights soon settled out into the average amount – there would always be violence, especially with mechs like Sunstreaker or Blitzwing around.

Overall, everything was going well. Energon had started coming in, first in trickles, then in floods as the best processing systems were selected and implemented. A few mechs, the Twins included, had shown themselves to be wonderful brewers, both for high-grade and for regular energon.

Time passed, and faction symbols started disappearing. A few mechs kept theirs, but most got rid of them.

Peace prevailed, and they all lived happily ever after. For the most part.