My Worst Enemy {Transformers Story}

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Megatron and Starscream were put in separate cells when they reached the Autobot base. Starscream tried to squeeze through the energon infused bars to get to his mate, but it was no use. He wasn't small enough.

"Megatron, is the sparkling?..."

"He's alive, but jostled enough to cause stress. How I despise these Autobots!" he hissed, a hand on his middle.

"So long as you both are okay."

"And you? Your wing looks bent."

"It's nothing to worry about. I am far more concerned for your wellbeing." the Seeker said, anxiety surging across the bond from them both.

This was new and to them very dangerous territory. Their lives could be ended relatively easily now that they were under the pedes of their enemy. Making a deep chested sigh, Megatron nuzzled Starscream through the bars.

"I am certain we will be fine, Starscream."

"But the sparkling-"

"The sparkling is our responsibility and we will protect him with our last sparkbeat. All will be well, Starscream."

Starscream hugged his partner clumsily through the bars of the cell, optics full of fear for what might befall them soon. They were the losing side now as the tables turned.

"I should have guessed that would be his bondmate." Arcee snapped, optics blazing with hate when she watched them through the small window on the cell door. Optimus rested a hand on her shoulder to quiet her.

"We are not going to hurt them, Arcee. This is the perfect time to ask for a truce. This war needs to end." Optimus said firmly, honestly feeling some hope. Perhaps if those two could care for one another, they would care for the sparkling and end the pointless war.

"They won't change, Optimus!"

"We have to wait and see. It would be foolish to assume they are entirely evil."

"But look at them! They killed Cliffjumper and they killed many others! I am not letting them off so easily!"

"Arcee, you need to gain control of your temper. We cannot be enemies forever."

***

Megatron wouldn't let Ratchet near him, the massive beast like creature curled up in the far corner of the cell when the door opened. Starscream leapt up from his restless recharge, claws at the ready.

"I see you're expecting." the medic said as Megatron growled and curled up tighter so his swollen middle couldn't be seen as well.

"Come any closer and I will tear out your optics." Megatron threatened, huge silver claws flexing a little as he tensed up.

"You know any day now the sparkling is due. Someone is going to have to help you with it, despite how much you will dislike that."

"I do not need an Autobot's help!" Megatron snarled, lunging for Ratchet as the medic hastily retreated and slammed the cell door.

"If that is so, best of luck delivering the sparkling yourself!"

***

On the second night in the Autobot's base, Megatron began to feel something was wrong. He woke with a groan and shoved Starscream in the back, the Seeker pressed as close as he could against the bars so they could almost touch.

"Starscream..." the mech hissed as the Seeker stretched out and looked at him with bright red optics.

"Something is wrong." he said, instantly sensing it.