A/N: I hope everyone is still enjoying now that things are starting to pick up. I'm gonna breeze over this next part, but it will still have a lot of details. We will also be starting to get into the more heavy stuff of death with the war. I do have parts already written out and little fragments that will be slowly added into these chapters, helping to bring you joys in reading it. Also, this chapter contains graphic sparking (birth).
Bumblebee/comlink/dreams
:Spark bond:
~sibling/creator bond~
Gladiator
Warnings: Major character deaths, revival and miracles from Primus, fluff, cuteness, sparklings, mpreg, violence, blood, gore, mentions of interfacing and/or rape, abuse, AU (mostly I believe, you tell me), possilbe OCness for characters, torture, tissue warnings (I will tell you when the major ones are since everyone is different), birth, angst, comfort, loving, kissing, and anything else I can't remember. You know the protocol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro and others. I only own my characters. Optimus' girl owns Webshocker, Nighthunter, and Darkhunter.
Megatron stared at the screens in front of him. He had a scowl on his face, not liking the results of the battles. The Autobots have been very cunning so far. It had only been an orbital cycle since he encountered Requiem. Knock Out and his son released him shortly after, but he was now getting back into the battles.
Soundwave placed a servo on his brother's arm. Megatron jumped slightly, sighing. Soundwave tilted his helm to the side, giving him a quick hug. Megatron took it.
"I am sorry, Soundwave. I have not been the same since the rape," Megatron said.
"Need... Amma?" Soundwave asked.
"As much as I would like to, he has been very busy with the injured. This war is becoming worse as time passes on," Megatron said. "Perhaps one of these times. Thank you, my brother."
Soundwave nodded. He would help be a support to his leader. He understood having loved ones on the other side. His sparkmate chose to be with the Autobots rather than be with Soundwave and the minicons.
"I will be in my quarters resting if I am needed," Megatron said wearily.
Once he got the confirmation nod, he started to walk away to his chambers on the ship. He was feeling a bit off and drained of energy. The war had been harsh on all involved with it. He could feel the toll it was putting on his adoptive creators as well. He always ensured that they would be protected during battle when he saw them. They liked to stay with Optimus when they could.
Megatron collapsed onto his berth, pulling himself up and resting. He glanced over at the image of him as a youngling with his adoptive creators at the crystal gardens. Megatron pulled out the flower he salvaged, placing it next to the holopicture. He closed his optics, dreaming of a time where the war did not happen and that he could finally be free from his shackles of the caste system. A place with Optimus at his side.
~~~two orbital cycles later
Megatron jolted awake from his recharge from an explosion nearby. He jumped up, bringing his sword out. Another explosion shook the ship, sending him flying into a wall. Megatron steadied himself.
"Starscream, what is going on?" Megatron asked through the comlink.
"The Wreckers are attacking. Bulkhead is heading your way now with Wheeljack."
Megatron growled a bit. Of course it would be the Wreckers. They were annoying him. Megatron got ready, calling for Breakdown to come to him. Lately, a lot more attacks were aimed directly at the warlord himself. This was the first time that the Wreckers were called in however.
"I'm here sire," Breakdown said. "I can feel Bulk."
"Yes," Megatron said. "The other Wreckers are here as well."
"What are those slaggers doing here?" Breakdown asked.
"They have come to attack me," Megatron said. "Take care of your twin and his mate."
"And if I see Springer?" Breakdown asked. "Can I take him out, sire?"
"Yes," Megatron said.
Breakdown grinned at that. He had tried joining his twin in being with the Wreckers, but they kicked him out when they found out about him being Megatron's son. Luckily, they did not know about Bulkhead being his twin. He didn't want his younger twin bullied by some mechs who thought they were better than everyone else. The only one that would possibly know is Whirl and Wheeljack.
"Stay safe," Breakdown said.
"You as well," Megatron said. He had a feeling it was more than just the Wreckers here.
Megatron headed outside, scanning the battle at hand. Many vehicons laid dead and injured across the field. Starscream and his trine were flying and attacking. Then Megatron spotted familiar faces. Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Jazz, Ratchet, Ironhide, and Optimus.
"Optimus, this is most surprising. You do not usually begin an attack," Megatron said.
"This war has gone on for far too long," Optimus said. "I am here to end it."
"You will have to kill me first," Megatron said, jumping down and landing in a crouched position. He straightened up, glaring at the red and blue mech.
Megatron didn't waste any time attacking Optimus. He fired at the mech, who quickly dodged out of the way. Megatron brought out his sword just as Optimus transformed his servos into blades. The two charged at each other, throwing punches and kicks.
Megatron gained the upper hand quickly, beating Optimus senseless until the Prime knocked him away. Before Megatron could strike again, he received a very harsh kick to the abdomen, sending him rolling into some debris. Megatron coughed, his back turned to Optimus. He felt his fuel come up his throat, purging it all over the ground. Fortunately, Optimus could not see.
The silver warlord wiped his mouth before standing up, chuckling. He did not expect such strength from his nemesis. Optimus was in a crouched position, ready to attack once more. Megatron felt his abdomen, feeling the large dent it left. He would have Knock Out repair it when he got back.
"You have grown quite a bit, librarian," Megatron taunted. "But you are still no match for the champion of the Pits."
Megatron lunged at the Prime, knocking him flat on his back. Optimus struggled underneath him, his arms pinned under silver legs. Megatron traced his sharp digits down Optimus' throat, ready to slice into them. But something stopped him. Megatron just stared at the Prime. Optimus saw a flash of pain and regret and something else.
That moment of hesitation allowed Wheeljack to come flying in from the side, grabbing the warlord and throwing him off Optimus. The Prime quickly got up, looking at Megatron. The silver mech punched Wheeljack in the chest before tossing him away.
"Perhaps another time," Megatron said. "Decepticons, make a retreat."
Megatron transformed, flying back to his ship. He transformed back, staring down at the retreating forms of his Decepticons. Breakdown backed away from his twin, quickly leaving to go stand at their sire's side. Bulkhead groaned as he laid on the ground, mumbling to himself about how he was beaten again by his twin.
"Sire, we need to get that fixed," Breakdown said, seeing the large dent. It had to have hurt greatly.
"Yes," Megatron said. "Did you get him?"
"Yeah I did. He won't make it," Breakdown said.
"Good," Megatron said. "Let us go."
~~~000
Optimus stared at the retreating ship. He couldn't shake what he just saw from Megatron. Why did he look at him like that?
"Optimus," Ratchet called.
"What is it, Ratchet?" Optimus said, looking back at his gathered soldiers.
"It's Springer. He's badly injured," Ratchet said. "I doubt he will live long. But I will do my best."
Optimus walked over, seeing how bad Springer was. The leader of the Wreckers laid in a pool of energon, broken pieces of armor and parts spilled around him. His spark ached. Another life could be lost. He just wanted this war to end. It nagged at him that Megatron did not simply kill him when he had the chance to.
"Optimus? What's wrong?" Ironhide asked.
"He could have killed me. He hesitated to," Optimus said.
Ratchet and Ironhide looked at each other. Their son was still there, hiding beneath what he had become. Ironhide patted his leader's arm.
"Ironhide, carefully lift him up," Ratchet said. "I'll keep him stabilized until we get to the medical bay."
"All right," Ironhide said.
~~~000
Knock Out whistled at the dent that Megatron had. The warlord rolled his optics, waiting for his medic to repair him.
"This should be an easy fix. Once I pop the dent out, I will scan you to make sure no internal damage happened," Knock Out said.
"Very well," Megatron said.
Knock Out grabbed a magnetizer, placing it on his leader. Breakdown grabbed the handle, pulling upwards. Megatron winced a bit as the dent disappeared. Odd. It shouldn't hurt. He's had worse done to him in the Pits with no pain. Knock Out grabbed a different scanner, letting the light wash over the mech.
It beeped with its results. Knock Out hummed at the screen, scanning again. He got the same results.
"Breakdown, come here," Knock Out said.
"What is it?" Breakdown asked.
"Here, take a look," the medic said, passing the scanner over.
"Well frag," Breakdown said.
"What is it, you two?" Megatron demanded.
"Sire, you're sparked," Breakdown said.
"What?!" Megatron shouted. He snatched the scanner from his son.
Megatron scanned himself, seeing the same results for himself. He was sparked. But how? Wait... Requiem sparked him.
"I would say you're about three orbital cycles along," Knock Out said. "But the damage has caused a deformation in the sparkling. See here."
Knock Out pointed to the screen.
"Their voice box isn't developing right. There's a chance they might not be able to talk like us, but use a different form," Knock Out said. "Their voice box could develop later as they grows as well, but the chances are very small."
"I see," Megatron said. He became very quiet.
"Sire?" Breakdown asked. "Do you... want to keep it?"
"Yes," Megatron said. "Despite who the sire is, this is still an innocent life."
"Alright," Breakdown said.
"I will get what I can for you to intake with your energon to help them grow. Also, limit your fighting as well as not to cause more harm to them until you deliver," Knock Out said. "Do you intend to let anyone know?"
"No. I have plenty of enemies who would not hesitate to use them against me," Megatron said. "I will keep them hidden, somehow."
"A sparkling would be very hard to hide here," Knock Out pointed out.
"I will think of something," Megatron said. "Thank you. I need to go to my quarters and think."
As he walked to his chambers, he was already thinking. He knew the safest place for his sparkling was with the Autobots. He needed to tell his adoptive creators. But not now. He would wait until the sparkling was here to hand them over. His adoptive creators would understand his circumstance. They always did. The next two orbital cycles would be very long.
~~~000
Megatron heaved himself up from his berth. This solar cycle was the one that the sparkling he had been carrying was to come. All throughout the night, small pre-labor contractions ran through his body when the sparkling moved into position. The warlord let out a hiss of pain when he stood up. It had been very hard to keep this hidden from his soldiers and family aside from Breakdown and his mate.
"Soon little one," said Megatron. "I've waited to see you for two orbital cycles now."
A harsh kick was the response as if agreeing. Megatron filled up a cube with medical grade energon that was next to the mid-grade dispenser. The cube slipped from the warlord's grasp, the tyrant falling to his knees.
:Knock Out... my quarters. Time.: Megatron sent through the com link.
:We'll be right there.:
Megatron was grateful that his son and medic had stayed. His other sons were out on a mission and Bulkhead was with the Autobot Wreckers. Warm liquid traveled down silver legs, showing that the sparkling wasn't waiting any longer.
Knock Out entered the room, going to Megatron's side to do a scan. The medic cursed, setting up the supplies he brought. Breakdown assisted, helping his sire into a more comfortable position.
"He won't be able to make it to the medibay. He's too far along in the labor. The spark has already separated and moved down to the frame," said Knock Out, tapping away at his scanner. "We do have a few groons before the sparkling comes, maybe less."
"What should we do babe?" Breakdown asked.
"We wait for a bit. My Lord, you will have to walk around later to help the sparkling along if it takes too long," said Knock Out. "Remember the exercises we did. It'll help lessen the pain a bit."
Megatron nodded, denta gritted together to keep in the scream that wanted to come out. He heaved in air slowly, trying to cool his body down. Breakdown rubbed circles on his sire's chest to help relax the warlord. The waves of pain became more frequent after three groons.
Knock Out did another scan. The sparkling wasn't making much progression. The medic looked to his sparkmate and merely nodded.
"Megatron, Breakdown is gonna help you up. I need you to walk around a bit. The sparkling hasn't moved yet," Knock Out said.
Breakdown heaved his sire up and steadied him. Megatron pushed his son away, taking slow steps around the room. A small scream of pain crawled out of the mech's throat, one servo going to his swollen abdomen and the other to his lower back. Red optics snapped shut, helm tilted upwards.
The pain was becoming unbearable now. The silver mech was now crying, unable to hide it. It was worse than any injury he had received while fighting. Megatron's legs gave out on him, the mech now resting his forehelm on the wall with his servos supporting his body.
The medic and his assistant rushed over, the blue mech helping his sire to a laying position, resting his helm in his lap. Knock Out manually opened the panel, feeling the valve and hoping his sire-in-law was ready. Not yet, but close.
"You're almost ready," said Knock Out.
"Do you have any names picked out?" Breakdown asked, distracting the larger mech as they waited.
"N-no," Megatron said. "M-maybe when he's—AAAAHHHH— here."
It was another four groon before Knock Out deemed the leader ready. The red medic propped the long legs up, spreading them so that he was ready for when the sparkling emerged.
"On the next contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can without stopping until I say so," Knock Out instructed. "Are you ready?"
Megatron nodded, wishing it was over quickly. He didn't know how much longer he could take. Metelic made it seem not as bad. His spark ached at the thought of his deceased mate. A contraction brought the warlord's attention back.
"Push."
"GAAHH!"
"Rest."
It didn't feel like the sparkling moved. Knock Out repeated his words for two groon, scanning every now and then.
'Primus just come already,' Megatron thought. His child was taking his own sweet time.
"He's almost here. Just a few more and I should be able to see his helm," Knock Out reported. "Ready, go!"
Megatron bore down for almost a breem before crying out more. He felt the helm at his valve and pushed harder. Knock Out cradled the helm as the rest of the body slipped out.
Megatron looked up in relief when he heard the tiny whirrs coming from the child he carried. He recognized them as a form of speaking, a simple language that was easy to understand. The underdeveloped voice box would not leave him mute. One day the sparkling will learn to speak words like the rest if his voice box continued to develop. Or not with the war going on.
"A healthy mechling," Knock Out announced, passing the child over.
Megatron stared at the black and yellow sparkling. Large, wide optics stared at his carrier. They were the most beautiful blue, unlike his harsher red optics. His previous agony melted away. The life that he had chosen to keep was now here.
"Hello little one," Megatron hoarsely whispered. "You're finally here."
The door to the room slid open, three seekers barging in. They looked relieved at seeing their sire.
"Thank the Allspark you're all right," Starscream breathed.
"We thought something happened to you when we felt your pain," Thundercracker added in.
"He's just fine. A bit tired and in need of rest for at least a decacycle," said Breakdown.
"Is... is that a sparkling?" Skywarp asked, having gone to his creator's side. "He's so tiny."
"What happened?" Starscream demanded.
"It was when Requiem ambushed me, binding me, then forced interface and spark merge," said Megatron. "When he freed me, I killed him slowly and painfully. It wasn't until a battle two orbital cycles ago that I found myself sparked. The pain you felt was when I was sparking."
"Sire... is it wise to keep a sparkling here? It would be too dangerous," Thundercracker pointed out.
"I know. I made the decision an orbital cycle ago to hand him over to Amma and Appa to raise. I wish I didn't have to, but I must to ensure he survives," said Megatron sorrowfully. "I will hand him over in a cycle, when I have recovered a bit."
~~~000
Ratchet and Ironhide stood at the selected coordinates for their son. Megatron had contacted them a breem ago, saying that it was highly important they come alone and quickly. A spacebridge portal opened and Megatron walked through. Ratchet saw the sparkling, optics widening.
"Amma, Appa, please I need your help," Megatron begged.
"Who's?" Ironhide asked.
"Mine. I was forced by Requiem to interface and spark merge with him," said Megatron. "I killed him before finding out I was already sparked. I had him a cycle ago. It is too dangerous for him to stay with me."
"So ya want us ta take 'im in?" Ironhide clarified. Megatron nodded. "What's 'is name?"
"I have not given him one." Ratchet took another look at the recharging mechling.
"We will raise him for you," said Ratchet.
"Thank you. Do not tell him who his carrier is please. I wish to tell him when this war ends. Hopefully, it will quickly but it doesn't look like it will. Orion is gone and Primes never change their ways, except for Nemesis, but he is gone as well. I know that things will go back the way they were if it did end. The High Council has many who agree with them."
"Megs, no matter what goes on, we still love ya very much. Just remember that," said Ironhide. He hugged his son before taking the sparkling so his mate could do the same. "He's in good servos."
"I know. Thank you again," the warlord said. He stroked his son's helm. "Goodbye my little one. We will meet each other in the future."