-a few weeks later-
"Sir may I ask a question?" Optimus looked up.
"Ask away Prowl."
"Who is Atlas' sire? Is it Megatron? Like Nova and Luna?"
"No." Prowl looked confused.
"Then who is his sire?"
"No one. He was a miracle from Primus."
"That's not logical." Optimus looked at the Praxian.
"You rely on logic too much Prowl. You can ask Ratchet yourself. He did CNA tests on Atlas after he was born. He is related only to me. I am his only creator."
"That can't be possible though. A sparkling needs 2 creators regardless." Prowl paced a bit, trying to make sense of everything. Optimus watched in amusement.
"He's a miracle. That's the logic in it Prowl. He's my miracle. No big extravagant explanation. He's just a miracle."
"But it has to be something bigger than that. You couldn't have just been sparked one day. It doesn't work like that. Were you with anyone? Elita perhaps?"
"No Prowl. I was just sparked one day. I had been sick and went to Ratchet and I was sparked. He asked if I was with Elita too but no. I was not." Prowl continued to pace.
"None of this makes sense."
-later-
Megatron sat outside of the Nemesis watching the sun set and the two moons start to shine brightly.
"Hello?" He turned to see the pink femme.
"E-Elita?" He stood up and faced her. He had his blaster ready just in case and he looked at her.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to…apologize. For all I did." She smiled but it made the silver mech uneasy.
"It was wrong of me and I would like for us to be friends….perhaps even more than friends?" Elita walked over to him and stroked the back of her servo over his cheek. He stepped back.
"Friends…" She pouted slightly.
"That's too bad we couldn't be more. You're such an attractive mech. Everything a femme would want." Megatron blinked as she stroked his cheek again.
"You're invading my space."
"Shh." Elita kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He blinked and was still.
"Megatron I-" Megatron pushed her away and looked at a startled Optimus standing in the doorway.
"I'm…sorry to interrupt…" He left.
"Opti-"
"Shh." Elita smirked and kissed him again. He pushed her away and growled.
"Stop! My feelings are for Optimus. You tried to kill me!"
"Oh. Forget about that. Forget Optimus. What could he do for you? A lot less than I could give to you."
-Later-
"Is something troubling you Optimus?" Optimus looked up to see Ratchet standing in his doorway.
"What do you mean Ratchet?"
"You've been acting strange since you came back from the Nemesis."
"Oh..." Optimus stared at his datapads.
"What happened? Megatron didn't hurt you did he? I'll kick his aft if he did."
"No Ratchet. Don't do that." Ratchet crossed his arms.
"What did he do to you Optimus?"
"He was kissing Elita."
"Elita?!" Ratchet shut the door.
"Are you serious?!" Optimus sighed and nodded slightly.
"I thought you two were together?"
"I...don't know what we were..."
"Did you ever figure out your feelings Optimus?" A small nod came from the Prime.
"And what were they?"
"I cared for him."
"Cared?"
"I don't know what to feel now."
"I'm sorry Optimus." Ratchet put a servo on the taller mech's shoulder.