A Light In The Darkness

Birth

Megatron's optics went wide in shock as he just stared at the medic. Knockout's servos shook as he handed Megatron the image from the scanner. He blinked in surprise when he saw none other than two little circles of energy circling his own spark. One was a darker red than his own while the other was a bright blue.

"Two sparklings... twins." Megatron gasped. "No...no...this... this isn't possible." Megatron gasped, but only he knew how this had happened.

"Just a little experiment."

"Master..." Knockout said quietly.

"How far long?" Megatron dared to ask.

"Two months...since dragons are organic they have no need for protofroms." Knockout answered quickly.

"So it's not possible to determine if a mech or femme?" Megatron asked. Knockout only shook his helm no. "What about termination?"

"Not at this stage my Lord. It's actually more risky for you. There is no telling the damage it could do to your body." Knockout answered.

"How long would it take before termination is possible?"

"I'm sorry, my Lord, but another month." Knockout said nervously. Megatron sneered at the thought, another month with Magma's filth inside him. He snarled in frustration before standing. "I... have to ask...but who is the Sire?" Knockout whimpered.

"None of your concern." Megatron snapped before heading out. "Not a word to anyone Knockout!" He nearly shouted before leaving the medical bay. Needless to say he did not recharge well that night.

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"Look, my liege." Knockout said pointing to the monitor. Megatron did look at the screen and he saw a problem. There were two twin dragons nestled inside him, sleeping comfortably, but they didn't show any layers of metal being formed despite being inside Megatron's own body. Dragons were organic creatures and these two were no exception and Primus only knows how dragons came to be on Cybertron of all places. The sparklings seemed to be healthy and fine and Megatron couldn't help but look at them in wonder. It made him remember how back on Cybertron before the war he wanted to be a Creator. He had wanted to be a Sire.

"What are they?" He asked calmly.

"Both femmes, my liege." Knockout answered. Femmes were rare as it was. Magma's tribe had only one femme, his bondmate, but she had perished years before. The only femme present with the autobots was named Arcee. The more he kept thinking about it, the more Megatron couldn't go through with termination.

He knew they would be powerful femmes. Magma was the breed of a Prime, which was the Alpha species of the dragons. He was an Alpha mech himself, with his large frame, his champion skills as a gladiator, and the leader of the Decepticons. Two strong creators meant strong sparklings. It was only a matter of time when they would find out if they lived up to their Sire's side of things.

"They're Magma's, aren't they?" Knockout stated, making Megatron frown.

"And how would you know that?" Megatron nearly snapped.

"Well obviously they're dragons and Magma is the only dragon stupid enough to engage you head on." Knockout answered and it even made Megatron chuckle.

"True he is." Megatron agreed.

"So shall I proceed?" Knockout said.

"No."

"Wait...what?" Knockout said with his optics wide.

"I'm not terminating what is mine." Megatron stated firmly.