My Worst Enemy {Transformers Story}

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

Megatron made a deep growl of displeasure when someone had the nerve to touch him while he was recharging. Knowing it wasn't Starscream, he snarled nastily at the mech that had bumped into him, optic shutters snapping open.

Megatron winced when he saw two huge optics looking at him in fear. A second later Skystorm was crying softly, unsure why he wasn't allowed to hug his sire. He hadn't seen him in a few days and he missed him.

"No! No crying! You'll wake Starscream!" Megatron urged, quickly curling around Skystorm to hush him. "Hush!"

Skystorm whimpered but went quiet once he was sure he wasn't in trouble. Clinging to Megatron's wrist, he snuggled close and shuttered his scarlet optics.

Megatron glanced to the cell door where Ratchet stood with the other two Seekerlings. They were squeaking and chittering excitedly, seeing Megatron was awake. He shot a glare at the medic but nodded, opening his arms to the sparklings.

"Do not wake Starscream. He will have my spark if you do." Megatron chuckled, aggressive nature dissipating the instant he was being hugged by a trine of his sparklings.

The three tiny transformers cuddled against their sire, continuing to squeak softly at each other in a language only they could understand. Megatron smiled a little, nuzzling Wildfire when he was pushed out by the other two. He was small, but he would be just as strong.

"Squeee!" Wildfire squealed, waking Starscream in a flash.

"What's wrong?!" the lithe Seeker demanded, leaping up to see his mate being pestered by the Seekerlings.

"The sparklings have been returned to us. They are happy to see their sire once again. It has been too long that we were apart." Megatron said, softly urging the Seekerlings to Starscream.

"Megatron, they want to see you." Starscream laughed a little, getting up to stretch. "I am sure we can leave today. The Autobots don't see us as much of a threat anymore now that we have sparklings."

"I am a threat!" Megatron snarled, making the sparklings jump.

"Megatwon!" Battlestrike giggled, clapping tiny servos as he stared at his sire. Megatron grinned and picked all three of the sparklings up.

"Yes, little Battlestrike?" Megatron chuckled, gently patting the sparkling's helm.

He was answered in a long string of squeaks and burbles, none of them meaning a thing to the older mech. He nuzzled Battlestrike and smiled before picking him and his brothers up, stiffly walking out of the cell and into the hallway with Starscream in the lead.

"I think we should be heading back to the Nemesis." he agreed, handing Wildfire over to Starscream as they walked alongside one other. Starscream nodded, their ship so much more of a home than the Autobot base.

"Agreed."

***

~Twelve Centuries Later~

"Ha! I told you I could do it!" Wildfire laughed after completing a complicated arial dive, transforming from his sleek jet form to stand before the two larger trine mates.

"Never said I didn't think ya could." Skystorm said with a grin, optics bright. "That's Battlestrike's job."

Battlestrike shot his brother a nasty look, showing slightly pointed dentas. "Lies aren't going to do you well, little brother." he warned, wings perked up in aggression.

"Cool it, Strike. We're all friends here." Skystorm laughed, turning to go. "Come on, let's get something to refuel with."

"You know us too well." Battlestrike chuckled, the mech that looked so much like his sire smiling like no tomorrow. He could be aggressive, but this was his trine. He couldn't help love his brothers antics.