A/N: Hi everyone! So it's been a while since I wrote some new stories. Once I finished my last story back in October, I got the opportunity to take a break from writing for a while to enjoy my freedom of not having to update any more of my other stories, and it was a really great one that I deserved after years of trying to catch up on a few of my older stories to finish.
Anyway, I'm back now. And recently had gotten into Transformers and I absolutely love franchise now! Lol I wish I got into it as a kid cuz it really is a good and fun franchise but hey, better late than never right? Lmfao
Anyway, i hope y'all enjoy my first Transformers fic! I will be writing more! :)
This fic is set around the ending of the season 1 finale episode "One Shall Rise Part 3" btw just a heads up. It's based around what i think Megatron was thinking and feeling at the moment. This is short but I hope you guys like it.
There he was. Optimus Prime. He was weakened, vulnerable. Was he dreaming? No, he wasn't. He was alone with him while he was down on the floor struggling to get up, now it was his chance to finally permanently get rid of Optimus once and for all so he can finally get out his way and easily achieve his goals without him ruining that for him.
"Teamwork, hmph!" He said with snark and dismissal. He unsheathed his blade and slowly walked up to him, this was it, he was finally going to kill Optimus Prime after so many years of wanting to defeat and destroy him.
However, as Megatron got closer to the vulnerable autobot leader, standing before him…..
Optimus groans and blinked a few times, looking up at him and said something that caught him off guard completely…
"Where are we, Megatronus" He asked.
Megatronus.
A name he hadn't gone by as in literally years.
At least by his friend…. Orion.
And at that moment, he didn't care about killing "Optimus" (now seemingly back to Orion) anymore, all that washed away like seaweed in the sand of an ocean.
It was clear to him that thanks to the Matrix of leadership being emptied, which caused his memory of being a prime was completely wiped from his memory, this wasn't Optimus anymore — This was Orion Pax, his old close friend.
Precious, fond memories of their past friendship that dramatically ended a long time ago began to flow right back into his mind, making all the anger and resentment towards him melt away like an ice cream cone on a heatwave of a summer day.
He drew his blade back in and he extended out his servo to help up his long lost friend, Orion Pax, back up to his peds.
"Don't you remember, old friend?" He asked, but it was in an uncharacteristically soft yet non-threatening tone that he would not dare let anyone hear or use towards them or usually refer to them in that tone, but in this case, it's personal for him.
Deep down inside, he really was glad that he had his friend back, and he was about to make sure it stayed that way, he wasn't about to lose him again, oh absolutely not, he can't lose him again and would do whatever it takes to keep him as just his dear friend, Orion Pax, even if he wasn't going to be completely honest about the cause he actually stood for.
It was worth it to him. It was worth making him part of the decepticon cause. It was worth making sure they were never apart ever again.
