Author's note.I'm a dude who has not live up too his next for two litteral years because he no idea what he was doing. This is I watched Transformers One and it gave me an idea for this fanfic. Not set in Transformers One itself, but elements of it along with bot the Aligned and IDW Comics are used as the backstory of the fanfic.

"Urrrrgh, uuugh," Optimus Prime opened his optics and saw a sword impaled in his chest. He remembered how this happened, the Ark, the Autobots had to flee Cybertron in order resgroup with their scattered forces across the galaxy to gather enough resources that they would be able to take back Cybertron from the Decepticons. Decepticon High Command followed them, killing millions of his friends, he last remembered being stabbed and his optics nearly being gouged out before falling off the ship.

"Nrrrg…" Optimus groaned, he then grabbed the sword and was ready to pull it out.

"I wouldn't recommend that if I were you Prime." Optimus shot his eyes towards the sound of a familiar voice, Megatron leaning on an wall, he looked quite relaxed despite the fact he was missing his right arm with laser burns, bullet holes, and sword cuts, Energon was leaking from his body and it covered the entire area.
"Megatron…" Optimus growled and narrowed his eyes, moving his right arm it shifted, gears changing, Energon charging and his signature Energon Axe formed…until for it to immediately dissipate and Optimus's arm to slump to the wall.
"Don't bother Optimus, you've only just woken up and you're most likely running on emergency reserves and even if you weren't, I'm no threat to you. As you can see, I'm badly wounded and quite embarrassingly leaking all of my Energon all over the place and am severely handicapped by having one of my limbs missing, said limb had one of my primary and most powerful weapon, so please Prime, just sit down." Megatron said to Optimus who starred…and then simply groaned. He then clutched his head. For several minutes. Megatron had to resist laughing.

"Where even are we Megatron?" Optimus removed his hand from his face.
"Underground, I don't know how low and I don't care, I already sent out an distress signal and I'm already certain Soundwave has picked it up and is sending a search party of Vehicons as we speak." Megatron replied.
Optimus narrowed his eyes. "And how long has that distress signal been out?"
Megatron waved his hand away dismissively, "A month, and that's enough. Soundwave would most likely need time to locate me due to the Nemesis's limited scanning range across planets, but he is resourceful, I trust that I will be back in my throne ruling as Cybertron and the Universe's rightful overlord in about…a week." Megatron said.
"...How do you even know Cybertron even exists?" Optimus inquired.

Megatron raised an eyebrow.

"I saw reports from our spies, Shockwave had been doing experiments on Cybertron's core. Experiments that involved Dark Energon. You know what the can do, it's one of the reason's we both agreed to kill Sentinel, and you think injecting it into the planet's core while also attempting to transform it into a weapon wouldn't lead to disastrous consequences?" Optimus replied.

"It MUST exist, and once my Decepticons find me, we will scour the galaxy for resources and Energon, and then we will finally vanquish your Autobots forever." Megatron retorted.

"Your arrogance has always astounded me, Megatron, but this is one whole new level you've reached, Shockwave is one of the most sociopathic, insane, Cybertronians period. You really think he wouldn't do something catastrophic to our home?" Optimus asked incredulously.
"I would like to point out that Cybertron was already dying before the experiments, the tests on Dark Energon was actually restarting several of Cybertron's most vital functions, including self-repair, and besides Shockwave is one of my most competent soldiers, I trust that he will be able to do the experiments safely." Megatron replied.

"Like Thunderwing?"Optimus replied.

"...fair point." Megatron admitted. Thunderwing was one of the Decepticon Empire's best soldiers, fearless, ruthless, immensely powerful, a tactical and scientific genius, and he had one over a large amount of loyalty from the troops, he had honestly considered making him his second in command, so when he reported that the War was having negative effects on Cybertron's atmosphere and core he had given him all budget and resources on focusing solving it and allowed him to take a break from active combat duties. Unfortunately he had failed to realize that Thunderwing's main flaw plagued the safe completion of this task, his obsession, whenever he had sought a goal he would stop at nothing to achieve victory and while normally that served as asset in the war, when it came to fixing the stability of the planet it very much was not, since Thunderwing's main methods were finding any solution and using no matter how impractical or dangerous it was, and while he usually ignored it due to Thunderwing's high success rate, when it came to to experiments of experimental armor on Cybertronians that left them a brain dead husk while also wasting the Energon reserves he had to step in and tell him to stop and leave things to Shockwave who despite his questionable sanity had more efficient ideas on how to survive an rapidly Energon decreasing Cybertron, but Thunderwing was also stubborn, he decided to continue on with experiments, when he was found out (by Starscream off all Decepticons) he was exiled, an few years later he was found rampaging a neutral Cybertronian colony and turned all its inhabitants into insane lunatics who were obsessed with random radio signals and fictional stories, every Autobot and Decepticon had to be united across the Universe in order to fight it and it barley changed a thing, the tide only changed when the Combiner team, Omega Sentinels, Tyrpticon, and the Phaser Sixers (including Overlord who didn't even talk about fighting him) arrived to even the odds, and even then it was pyhric victory, most of their Energon reserves had depleted in the battle alone and forces of both factions had to scatter across the entire galaxy in order to continue the war and poltentially recruit more soldiers in their forces…which lead to the Autobots attempting to escape Cybertron and he and the Decepticons boarding the Nemesis attacking the ship and causing both he and Optimus to be marooned underground of what is most likely a primitive planet with no resources while wounded…

"Ah whatever, I've survived far worse odds, I've conquered entire worlds, wiped out civilians, any enemy besides you I've crushed with my bare hands, I already spent most of my down time wiping away stale oil or gross organic liquid like Nebulans, this won't be too difficult." Megatron shrugged with a casual smile.

Optimus looked both disturbed and disgusted. "Megatron, in every conversation with you since the war began, all of your words has been steeped in hate. I already know how much you hate me, but to this extent? To other lifeforms that aren't Cybertronian? To those who are and are Autobots? To even your own Decepticons? Your entire being, is hatred. Optimus said towards Megatron simply scoffed before smiling again, although it looked quite fake this time around and it seemed more sarcastic bitterness than anything else even as he continued to speak with a casual tone.
"I learned to hate in an cave structure inside a mine that looked much like this, and I have several Autobots and mentors in or with friends in high places, they taught me all about violence and it's application. Now, I am proud that I live to hate, I often wonder if my previous motivations still exist within me, my lust for power, my rage against my enemies, and I very much wonder if ambition even counts at this point. I've practically moved beyond all of them except my ambition if I had to guess. But Hate, ohhh that sustains me." Megatron said abd then he tilted his head.

"In fact, I look over the last few Epochs we've fought through, and there have been only three constants. Hate…A Prime for me to fight against…And you." Megatron glared to Optimus and his smile dropped, Optimus raised an eyebrow.
"I'm surprised you can differentiate any of them." Optimus admitted with honest surprise with some level of sarcasm in his tone of speech.

"Let me tell you something, Prime. I don't hate you. I thought I hated you, but over the years of constant warfare I examined my personal feelings towards you and I found only respect. I'm not petty enough to forget what you and I meant to each other before the war. No, I hate what you represent, specifically that name. I also hate the obstacles you put in my way. But don't think I don't understand why you try to fight and stop me, even if I don't agree I can forgive that much…hm, I'm rather curious though. Do you hate me? I've never actually heard you say it. Straight answer only by the way, no melodramtic speeches, I won't hold it against you if you do pull out the melodramatic speech, I just prefer a normal conversation, by the Fallen we haven't had one in eons." Megatron snorted.
Optimus put his hand to his faceplate in contemplation and hummed, thinking about everything Megatron had done to him and his friends and also the rest of the Universe before he put it down and came to his conclusion.
"...Yes. I do hate you. More than anybody else in the entire Universe." Optimus said to Megatron's shock…before he started bellowing his entire body in laughter, not even caring that Energon was pouring down from his chest due to the sudden movement.
"Well, that was a surprise, I never expected the Optimus Prime who always holded himself to the pinnacle of moral perfection of the Thirteen would ever hold genuine hatred and loathing. " Megatron finished laughing as his smirk returned.
"What did you expect? My brother died eons ago, all I see the is the self-centered-self-important-self-aggrandizing psychopath that inhabitants his body who continues to fight for his goals that he constantly claims is for the sake of Cybertron when it's just been about him, and always will be and continue to be in the future. Hatred diminishes many parts of me and my friends have always motivated me to fight, but I wouldn't be lying that hate has helped sustain me just as it has sustained you, your Decepticons, and many of my Autobots, that hatred that sustains you and I, are the reason that we fight each other so fiercely that we ignore all of our surroundings and leave countless soldiers dead and wounded, demolish entire cities, destroy species, cause the destruction of civilizations, and in the rare cases, destroy entire planets. Case in point, I have a sword impaled in my chest and here I am exchanging barbs with you, earlier I was willing to pull it out and fight you despite the fact I was heavily wounded and tired while wondering where my Autobots are. I'm terrified of that part of me, but I'm not gonna deny that it exists, nor the fact that it isn't a good thing. I admit that. Unlike you." Optimus said.
"You just ruined my good mood. Tell me, why must you be always be so sanctimonious. BEHOLD! THE INFALLIBLE OPTIMUS PRIME, Wise! Charismatic! A red and blue paragon of virtue even when talking about how much he wants to violently dismember his former brother in arms! How tiring it must be. The insecurity. The loneliness. The agonizing self-doubt." Megatron raised his left arm in irritation.

"Hrm, you always talk like you know me. You don't." Optimus said firmly and calmly towards Megatron's rant who had put his left arm down and a smirk formed.
"I know you better than anybody else in the world, not Elita, not Dion, not B, not Magnus, not Ironhide, not Ratchet, not Jazz, not anybody. You are terrified that I, the "self-centered-self-important-self-aggrandizing psychopath" knows you better than anybody else on Cybertron. And it terrifies you." Megatron retorted to Optimus who simply stared back.

"What terrifies me, is the sheer monotony of it all. You and me, making threats, exchanging blows, going through the motions while everything around us turns to dust while we don't care because we're too caught up in our own sparring matches. This War is an exercise in how to be the best at galactic fratricide. A race wide cry for help. Is it any wonder that Galactic civilization has turned it's back at us, that the rest of the Universe shields it's eyes in abject horror at what we've collectively become as a species? Mechanical abominations who wiped out entire civilizations for goals that are practically abstract in their eyes or maybe even nonexistent. It's taken our entire species nowhere at all, we're still at the same stage that we were before." Optimus said to which Megatron grinned.

"Ah, but remember Optimus, the rules have changed. When we left Cybertron, our War was finally picking up paste, before then whole centuries would pass without a single shot being fired. Both sides prepared for battles for countless millennia and that would be over within a single night. And then again. And then again. And then again. And then again. And again and again and again and again and again, over and over again. But now, it's certainly different. Look at all of the technological advancements we've created, Synthetic Energon, Super Energon, Rarefied Energon, Red Energon, Combiner Technology, Titans, Space Bridges, Star Harvesters, Headmasters, Targetmasters, Powermasters, Pretenders, and so much and more and more. Can't you see that we're actually getting somewhere?" Megatron said.
"And for what? For what Megatron are YOU exactly fighting for? I fight to stop you and bring the vision of the Thirteen to reality. But what is your goal? I thought I knew but-Okay. Let's imagine if you actually succeeded. What would your victory look like? What would it be? What would it actually mean?" Optimus pointed towards Megatron who simply stared apathetically.
"Control. Dominion. Dominion over everything. The Cybertronian race assuming it's rightful place as the master race over all lifeforms, mechanical or organic, as the most powerful and greatest species in existence, exceeding even Primus's power and original expectations. That is what I want." Megatron explained plainly, imagining sitting on a throne made of the bodies of all the Primes while he carried the head Optimus as millions of identical Cybertronians of tanks, jets, and motorcycles marched without any individuality forcing species to mine for Energon.
Optimus grimaced, picturing the same image and vision as Megatron was currently having. "Technoisim, mechanical supremacy over every inferior being, but no that doesn't explain everything entirely. Just picture this, I'm dead. The Autobots crushed under your feet, Cybertron or what's left of it is yours. A hundred, thousand planets have been colonized, re-scluptred, techno formed into our living metal. The Decepticon Empire is at the center of it all, the Perfect Decepticons have been created using the Allspark, The Matrix, Vector Sigma, whatever and they march, without Sparks, no individual minds, powerful beyond measure, unflinching, unquestioning, almost animalistic instincts, no desires, only a single guiding intelligences. Yours. What. Will. You. Do?" Optimus narrowed his eyes.

"Well, than the real work begins, repopulation, while I want my soldiers to be mindless and unquestioning, I want the people that they will protect to enjoy a newly reborn Cybertron and it's new civilization, a new Golden Age that will put whatever the Thirteen had to shame. Imagine, a civilization free from conflict! Everybody's needs met, no caste-systems, no unhappiness, and all because of my methods of Peace through Tyranny." Megatron imagined, sitting at a parade, millions of smiling,cheering, and grateful faces thanking him while the Perfect Decepticons marched as statues of Megatronus Prime filled the city with banners hanging on all of the buildings while Seekers flew around the planet. The Matrix of Leadership hanging on his chest as a trophy, screens of propaganda telling all Cybertronians to destroy any Autobots or Autobot sympathizers and destroy or ensale all non Cybertronians, and above, a ginormous fleet ready to conquer the rest of existence.

"And what of autonomy? Personal responsibility? Free will? Where do they fit in Your brave new world?" Optimus inquired as he pictured the same image Megatron had and underneath his faceplate, frowned in disgust.

"Don' worry. They won't be missed. I know what they need and I will provide for all of them, everybody will equal for I will be the most powerful being on Cybertron, nobody will think to challenge me or seek to ruin what I've created except for one ancient Bot from the past, and why would they? It's what they will always know." Megatron said calmingly and relaxed as he kept replaying the images over and over. Optimus frowned, but he ignored it in order to bring up his point.
"In some respects, we're not that different. Peace, prosperity, contentment- that's what I want. You aren't the Bot I knew, but even if it's simply to increase your ego, we both want the same thing, I just don't want to impose those things." Optimus said to Megatron who…scowled and was now visibility gritting his teeth.
"Don't ever put yourself in the same category as me. Oh sure, you were the one who had the initiative to go beyond the limitations that Sentinel imposed on us and you were the one who opened my eyes to how corrupt Sentinel was, but me? I was a visionary, I spoke out. I resisted the weight and rules of the Senate. I resisted the Senate themselves! You thought that showing that one bot was special would be enough to change the status quo and that rising through the ranks would be enough, I knew that things would only change when somebody criticized the Senate directly, I inspired Cybertronians to take a stand for themselves because even though you were one of us, you were so much more larger than life that people thought you were just an exception and I was the one that had to prove all of us had the chance to stand up for ourselves, I was the one to "no" against the Senate's social engineering that was created in the most literal sense, and when I learned the peaceful protesting wasn't enough, I made change by force. I destroyed labor camps, I saved Cybertronians who were working themselves to near death. "Freedom is the right of all sentient beings"-where in the pit where you when the Senate abandoned Vos and Tarn to themselves and allowed them to escalate into total and complete war and I had to save their inhabitants?" Megatron ranted to Optimus who simply sighed.

"I'm not the Bot who I was before the War, neither are you. Remember the time we first met?" Optimus asked Megatron , who raised an eyebrow.
"Which one? Do you mean before or during the War? Well, if your asking about the War, our first meeting the Rorsha Campaign, 2nd cycle 087. The Battle for Sherma Bridge and it's vast Energon River." Megatron said.

"Hmm, Sherma Bridge…oh right, I lost five thousand Autobots that day. You managed to cost me an entire army." Optimus recounted the memory incredulously.

"You cost ME an arm. You and that Matrix-Generated Energon Axe of yours." Megatron retorted, irritated at having to recount that event to Optimus.
"Anyways, I wasn't talking about during the War. I meant before the War." Optimus corrected Megatron who simply scoffed.
"Of course I remember it, Maccadam's Old Oil House. Heh, I miss that old Bot, I'd honestly feel bad if I had to kill him, probably will need to given that fact once I win he'll not doubt stage a resistance group against me but I won't hold it against him, I'd be more terrified than anything else.I'm actually more afraid of him than you." Megatron said to Optimus's amusment.
"If it wasn't for Maccadam neither of us would be here…What happened in Sherma Bridge again? I don't remember what happened during the battle." Optimus asked.
"They stopped to watch us fight. My Decepticons, your Autobots. They all stop and watched us fight-" Megatron interrupted by Optimus.
"Wait, which arm again?" Optimus asked.

"My cannon arm. You always go for the cannon arm, how can you forgot that?" Megatron said irritated.

"Hey, all I remember is you throwing me off the bridge. It took six weeks for Ratchet to find all of my missing pieces and it took another six to put me back together. So we're even." Optimus replied.
"It didn't kill you did it? Nothing ever puts either of us down permanently. The Matrix does wonders for you, and the Megatronus's T-Cog does wonders for me." Megatron said with a half smile.

"Sherma Bridge was nothing compared to some of the beatings you've given me. Remember the Battle for Hell's point? Your Mace Attachment took half of my entire face. Or when the Siege of Massuntrad when you-" Optimus was interrupted by Megatron who sighed both fondly and irritatedly. "I locked you up in that Antimatter chambers, yes that was fun." Megatron said.
"They had to stitch me back from the blast patterns on the walls." Optimus said casually.
"You know, don't even get me started on Brasnya-" Optimus was interrupted by Megatron unleashing a loud laugh.
"You want to play this game? The Vorsk Offensive, 3rd Cycle, you flew in your Omega Combat Armor and stabbed me with an Thermo Rocket Launcher and left it their before you promptly opened fire with a Riot Cannon and an X18 Scrapmaker, before you sliced me in two! From shoulder to crotch. Shoulder. To. Crotch. And then the Thermo Rocket Launcher exploded. My Spark Chamber was missed my inches. " Megatron emphasized as Optimus didn't bring up the fact Shockwave blasted through half of his body through his back before kicking him in the face and ripping his guts out before having Soundwave remotely set his flight pack to detonate.
"OH! What about Rada Mor, home to those sentient explosives you were so desperate to protect? When they went against your orders and so nobly allowed the Wreckers to attach themselves on me, I was reduced to cinders! They had shovel me into an highly experimental new model of an CR Chamber! Oh and as for Hell's Point, you had used the Tremorcons's Geo Scoop to drop an entire CITY BLOCK on me. My first outing in a new reformatted body and you shattered the T-Cog of Megatronus Prime! I couldn't change shape for the next two years! And may I remind you that by this point, I had grown so powerful that I had my alternate mode converted into a Gun just to let out all that excess Energon that grown? I was stuck as a Gun. .Years. " Megatron said to Optimus, they both stared at each other, glaring at each other…before they both chuckled.
"Heh." Optimus said.
"Heh." Megatron said.

"We could end this right here you know, just…shake each other's hand. Our soldiers find us, and we declare a peace treaty, right now…I don't care what's happening outside, just pretend it's just you and me. I don't care which second-rate opportunist has taken your place, whether it be Starsceam, Straxus, Shockwave, Overlord, or-or even Swindle. What comes down to it, Megatron, D, is us. You and I could end this right here. Look me in the eye, and say you want it ended, and it will end." Optimus pleaded and stretched a hand towards Megatron who simply stared…and then scoffed and looked away.
"I thought you said D-16 died Pax, and I was the self-centered-self-important-self-aggrandizing psychopath who was inhabiting his body. You honestly expect that it would work like that, two factions, two practically different subspecies and civilizations just…working together? After everything they've done to each other? What we've done to each other? You're so naive. Megatron snarled the last word. And Optimus sighed.

"!THUMP!" Optimus and Megatron looked above and saw rocks falling down from on top, another thump came and dust fell down, and then another and final thump happened and the ground above fell down! Dust filled the area as both couldn't see anything but they both heard several jumps and thuds of metallic fit, the dust cleared away…and Megatron saw three familiar faces, Soundwave and Dreadwing along with several Vehicons.
"Soundwave, Dreadwing." Megatron acknowledged two of his best soldiers as two Vehicons came towards him.
"Lord Megatron, you're alive!" The two tried to help their master to his feet but he stood on his own as two Vehicons gasped upon seeing the damaged body of their master.
"Of course I'm alive, I survived worse., compared to that, falling to a planet's atmosphere is nothing. " Megatron said.

"But sir! It's been four million years since we've last seen you, we need you to get into a CR Chamber and-" The first Vehicon was interrupted by Megatron pushing him and his fellow Vehicon away as he walked towards Soundwave and Dreadwing.
"I've been stuck on this planet for four million Years? How has my empire done in my absence Soundwave." Megatron asked his communications officer whose chest showed a picture of Cybertron…and Decepticon banners on various holograms and warships surrounding the planet.

"CYBERTRON IS NOW UNDER THE COMPLETE AND TOTAL CONTROL OF THE DECEPTICON EMPIRE. THE AUTOBOTS ARE NOW A SMALL BAND OF RESISTANCE LEAD BY ELITA-1 WITH THE REST OF THE AUTOBOTS ACROSS THE GALAXY HAVING BEEN ERADICATED BY THE DECEPTICON JUSTICE DIVISION, SQUADRON X AND THE PREDACONS." Soundwave reported to his master who was extremely pleased, while Optimus sat in shock and despair.

"Excellent. I must ask who has been leading the Decepticons in my absence, there is no way Starscream would be able to successful lead the Empire to victory, he is for more suited as a politician and field commander, and I assume Zarak had perished within the last four million years, so who is leading my empire?" Megatron asked.
"That would be Shockwave, Lord Megatron, and unfortunately he has attempted to erase any trace of your existence from our archives and declared you a wanted criminal, Soundwave and I along with many others barely escaped on the Nemesis when we received your Transmission." Dreadwing told Megatron, who scowled and growled, clutching his hand so hard, he pierced his armor plating and Energon leaked from it.
"Where is the Nemesis?" Megatron aske-demanded his forces as another Vehicon nervously stepped towards Megatron, on this planet's moon, we have a local Space Bridge on board. Unfortunately during our escape, the Nemesis was severely damaged. Luckly this planet has enough resources to repair the ship, if gather enough, we'll not only be able repair the Nemesis, we'll have enough firepower to retake Cybertron." The Vehicon reported to Megatron who smiled. Soundwave turned his face towards Optimus and instantly brought his sonic-pulse cannon, this alerted the rest of the Decepticons to Optimus's presence as they brought their blasters and were ready to fire upon Optimus who simply glared at them in defiance…until Megatron raised his hand.

"Lower your weapons." Megatron ordered to all the Decepticons who starred in shock.

"B-but Lord Megatron, if we let him live he'll be an even bigger problem than Shockwave we can't-" The Vehicon was interrupted when Megatron slapped him in the face.
"He is of no threat to us, we have more urgent matters to attend to." Megatron turned his head towards Soundwave. "Inform the Nemesis to open the Space Bridge at once Soundwave."

"AS YOU COMMAND MEGATRON."The Decepticon spy master nodded and visor glowed and an Space Bridge was opened. The Decepticons entered through the Space Bridge with Megatron being the last to enter it, he stopped and stared at Optimus who starred back, Megatron then entered the Space Bridge.

Optimus would later be found by Elita-1 and the rest of the Autobots, they would wage war against Megatron and his Decepticons from plundering Earth's resources and to retake Cybertron on their own, and yet this conversation would leave neither Optimus nor Megatron's minds. Perhaps one day, maybe the War will end, peacefully.

Author's Notes.

Not the best fanfic in the world. But I think it works. Will try to post more now I understand how to post stuff.