Trama Bonding

Rekindled Feelings.

Heyyyyyyy~ Back with another rewrite, I may be deleting the next chapter if I can't find a way to make it work lol, so consider this your head up. 

Megatron's POV

I awoke to find myself staring at Optimus Prime's stoic face. As I tried to raise my arms, I discovered to my dismay that I was completely immobilized. Despite exerting all my strength, I could barely budge an inch. It was then that I realized I needed to devise an alternative escape plan.

In that moment of reflection, I couldn't help but study Optimus' features. His expression was serene, and for a fleeting instant, the weight of our long-standing conflict seemed to fade away. Memories flooded my mind as I gazed upon his face, reminding me of a time when Optimus and I were once friends, and I even harbored a secret crush on him. The juxtaposition of these tender recollections with our current dire circumstances brought on a wave of remorse.

Tears welled up in my optics, betraying the hardened exterior of a battle-worn warlord as the leader of the Decepticons. But as I continued to gaze at Optimus, it became increasingly clear to me just how far I had strayed from my original noble intentions. What was once a righteous struggle for equality and justice had devolved into a conflict driven by vengeance and fury. As the leader of the Decepticons, I couldn't help but question what I had become and the path I had led my fellow Cybertronians down.

A soft groan breaks the eerie silence, pulling me back to the present moment. Optimus's piercing blue optics slowly illuminate and focus directly on mine. I observe the rapid change in his expression, as he shifts from bewilderment to a determined and icy resolve, attempting to comprehend how I managed to get so close without making an attempt on his life.

He begins to shift around, as he is the only one with the ability of slight range in motion. A drop of energon drips from the ceiling, catching our attention as it glistens in the dim light. We both focus on it, contemplating the possibility that there might be more space above us.

He makes a move upward, causing us to come in closer proximity to one another. As he moves rocks away from above my head, him being trapped almost directly under me, I can practically feel the heat radiating off of his frame. Neither of us speak, Optimus being to focused and myself being frankly too uncomfortable in the current situation to make comments.

As the rocks shifted, I mustered a powerful upward pull, shaking off the boulders weighing me down. Emerging into a larger section of the collapsed cave, I was met with almost pitch-black darkness. My optics managed to cast a faint glow, outlining the cramped space around me.

As I moved to free my legs, I noticed Optimus Prime's grave wounds. I  suspect that it was my sharp shoulder plates that had inflicted them when I tackled him. A large, jagged cut ran across most of his chest plate, perilously close to his spark chamber, though not enough to end his life instantly. Yet, it was close enough for me to see the rhythmic beating of his spark.

Contemplating my next move, I grappled with conflicting impulses. I knew I should end his life, seizing control of this planet's resources to rebuild Cybertron. However, an indescribable feeling stirred within me as I gazed at Optimus. Delving deeper into my psyche, I unearthed the reason behind the stirring emotions. Back on Cybertron, Orion had been attacked by a group of amateur gladiators, and I had intervened just in time to prevent them from ending his life. The concern I felt for the virtually defenseless Archivist had been overwhelming, one of the rare instances when fear had gripped me.

His optics locked with mine once more, unwavering and resolute. There was no trace of panic, fear, or pain in his gaze as he sat before me, his spark beating rhythmically. It suddenly became clear to me: Optimus had made peace with the idea of his own death, embracing his fate with a quiet strength that stirred a tumult of emotions within me. I felt a surge of anger rising within as I realized what he had resolved his fate to.

"I always knew you lacked the strength, Prime," I spat out, unable to contain my frustration.

Despite my words, his optics narrowed but he remained composed and unmoved.

"How can you so passively accept this fate? How can you be content to meet your end in this dark, desolate place from your injuries, rather than facing it with the valor and glory that befits a leader?" I demanded, my words tinged with aggression.

"I am just a soldier Megatron." His tone almost frightened me, he had no waver to his voice, no emotions at all.

I remember how different he seemed from what I was familiar with. Orion was bubbly but shy, curious but clumsy. He was an unlikely friend in a cold world. I miss the way he used to look at me with such curiosity and respect, wanting to understand why my world was cruel and unfair. He admired my strength and cunning, and I miss that shine in his optics. I have buried my feeling because of the war but if I'm honest, I miss being close to somebot like that, I miss Orion.

I stand there motionless, lost in contemplation about whether I should kill Optimus as the cave suddenly shifts around us. The sound of drilling grows louder and the walls begin to shake. Unable to withstand the pressure, they start collapsing once again. I need to find a more stable part of this cave, but when I look back at Optimus, I realize he's in no condition to move and could be crushed by the cave. 

But why should I care? I could just leave him; the Autobots will fall apart without their leader. But can I lose Optimus too? I've already lost Orion, and Optimus is all I have left. He may seem distant, but deep down, he's still my Orion, and I don't know if I can lose him again.

I let my emotions take control of my actions, something I have not allowed since the beginning of my existence, and I brace myself over Optimus. I feel the crash of large boulders upon my thick armor, as the shockwaves of pain cascade throughout my being. I look at Optimus. He stares at me in disbelief, unsure as to why I have done such a selfless act. I must persist that I am strong, that I cannot be beaten, that I am not weak. So I growl lowly, "I do this for Orion, not for you."

His optics grow large at the mention of his previous existence. I expected him to get mad, perhaps even attack me, but instead he releases the tension in his body and his optics shine. I am startled to recognize he is smiling. Orion got the very same look in his optics when he used to smile at me. Before I can contemplate further, a particularly heavy boulder strikes me and I fall unconscious.