My Worst Enemy {Transformers Story}

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Four Earth weeks passed and there were no signs of Starscream was carrying a sparkling. He was his same troublesome self, mood as stable as it could be.

"Are you going to come flying or are you going to recharge all day?" Starscream asked, pouncing on his partner. Megatron made a loud whine and pushed him off.

"I have not had a good recharge for days now! Go flying with Dreadwing. I need rest." the silver mech grumbled, rolling onto his chest and nestling into the cloth pillow. Starscream's wings drooped.

"Dreadwing?!"

"Just get out and show off to him if nothing else."

"I will be back soon, you old scrap."

"Oh, shut up, you idiot." Megatron chuckled, already falling into a restless recharge. His back ached and he was just not able to stay asleep, flopping this way and that as he tried to make himself comfortable. He knew the evil bond of theirs was making him more attached to Starscream, so having him gone for any amount of time bothered him.

'I despise this whole "love" concept...' he thought, claws gouging into the berth. He just wished he could forget the whole bond and be his usual self.

Just as he was half into recharge, alarms went off. His mood brightened as he leapt up. There was going to be a fight! That was something he was good at! Grinning maliciously as he imagined ripping out some Autobot sparks, the warlord rushed to the scene of the Nemesis's breach.

"Optimus! It's been a while!" he purred, spotting the Prime standing at the head of his pathetic soldiers.

"We came to retrieve what belongs to me."

"And that would be?"

"The Relic, Megatron."

"Ahh, the Relic! Well, I am sorry to inform you I seemed to have misplaced it." Megatron chuckled, padding closer.

He knew his soldiers were right behind him, Knock Out, Breakdown, Dreadwing, and soon Starscream, back from his little flight. Megatron gave him a little nod and the Seeker disappeared, heading into the ship to secure the Relic.

"You do know you are trespassing, Prime. I would have thought you more dignified that that!" he laughed, raising one claw and pointing at the large mech. "Kill them all. I want no prisoners."

Megatron growled as Optimus pushed his way past his soldiers and came to stand in front of him. So he wanted to fight. Good. Megatron willed his arm to become a blade and waited for the other mech to make the first move.

Just as Optimus was about to move, Megatron felt a terrible wave of nausea. He held his helm with one hand, feeling as though he might purge at any second. Seeing Optimus's concerned and puzzled face, he quickly turned tail and left. He certainly didn't want his enemy seeing him so weak.

"Megatron?" Starscream's voice called as his mate passed him by looking terribly sick. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong..." Megatron groaned, rushing into their room and into his grooming room. "Keep the Relic from Prime."

"What's going on? You had better not be hurt. I didn't think you were that stupid."

"Not now, Starscream."

"You left a battle! That isn't like you, glorious leader of the worlds!" Starscream called, rushing into their room after him.

The response was not one Starscream wanted to hear. The Seeker nearly purged himself when he heard his bondmate hurling up all the energon he had in his tanks. There was a little bought of coughing before the mech made a groan and was finished, kneeling in a puddle of his own energon.