Silverstreak sighed as she was in her Carrier's room. He got injured and he could barely stay awake. "I still want you to rile." Her Carrier whispered.
"Then defend me. And my sparkings. Please." she begged him. Her carrier then fell into a deep recharge. She started crying.
She then wiped her tears and went to bed.
Silverstreak was standing next to Megatron. Predaking was sitting in his predacon form behind her and her children.
Suddenly the door opened. Silverstreak turned and her face stared in surprise. Her carrier Optimus Prime walked through the doors. She looked at her Carrier's mate Elita.
"Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobots. The great Prime and the last of his name." The guard announced.
She noticed how her Carrier was limping and knew he was still hurt.
He then stopped and looked at Silverstreak. She looked at him. He smiled at her and continued his way to the throne.
He struggled to get onto the stairs leading to the throne. Ultra Magnus went to help him. "I'm fine," Optimus said.
He dropped his cane on accident. Predaking transformed and he helped him. "I said I'm fine--" He stopped when he saw Predaking.
"Come on." Predaking helped him walk up the stairs. He then gave him his cane. Predaking waited for Optimus's signal. He nodded.
Predaking walked over and he stood beside Silverstreak.
"I must admit, my confusion. I already have two claims set. Dragonfire is the heir to the predacon throne and Jetfire is the heir to the Matrix of Leadership." Optimus said.
"Yes. Rain fire claims that a sparkling does not deserve it." Elita said defending Silverstreak.
"And who is Rainfire?" Optimus asked. "Somehow he survived the fall of Predacons," Megatron explained.
"You break the law when you put your daughter as heir. And sparklings that are not hers." Silverstreak turned.
"I will not have this..." He stopped. "Say it." Megatron encouraged.
"Her sparkings, ARE BASTARDS!" Silverstreak looked at her Carrier and his face hardened instantly.
"And she. Is. A. Whore!" Optimus stood up his blade out. "I will have your glossa for that!" he snarled.
Suddenly Rainfire's helm was cut off. Arcee gasped and covered her helm. Elita widened her eyes.
Predaking put his hand on his sword handle. His claws had energon all over it. "He can keep his glossa." He sneered.
Optimus nodded at the king. He nodded back. Optimus then winced as his ped started to hurt. Silverstreak noticed. "CARRIER!"
She ran to him and helped him sit down without hurting himself. "You need to rest," she told him. "I'm fine, Silver." He told her.
"No, you're not. You can barely stand," she said. He sighed. "Come on." She helped him walk. She walked him to his chambers.
She got there and he sat down. "Shut the door. I need to speak to you." Silver nodded and shut the door.
"Your children..." He winced. "They are special. I see it in tbem. It's why, when I offline, I'm giving the matrix to Jetfire. She's a very nice femme. She suggested that we... not kill the Decepticons anymore." Silverstreak looked at her carrier. "Meanwhile, your other two... your sons are a work in progress. Dragonfire has a mind like me." She smiled. "They're good Sparklings. Just like you were and just like how you still are."
She smiled. He then limped over and he hugged her softly. She smiled and hugged him back.
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Daddy's little girl! (Optimus Prime fanfic)
Mystery / ThrillerSilverstreak was born with a red and green paintjob but she has a silver streak on her optic which she is blind in. Her carrier was forced to carry her because his sparkmate couldn't produce heirs. Optimus always favored Silverstreak over others. W...
