Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven 

A new day had begun and there were a great many things to attend to. Optimus ran a servo down the back of his helm, knowing by nightfall he would be purely exhausted. His other servo lingered over the door handle as he glanced back over his shoulder at the quiet form of Megatron glaring daggers at him. 

Their optics met for a moment, a sharp twinge of hurt shooting across the bond before Megatron could wall his emotions off. He made a nasty hiss and rolled over so he didn’t have to look at the other mech, his only way of defiance. 

For a moment Optimus felt like he should say something, but decided against it when he felt the muted surliness of the other transformer. Megatron was in a mood and it would be best for them both if he were left alone. 

***

Megatron was up the moment the door closed, heading to the window. There had to be a way out! He threw himself against it, not even leaving a scratch. With a furious roar he hurled himself at it again and again until he grew too exhausted to make another move. 

With a soft whine he ran his claws over the one thing keeping him contained in a world of horrors. He just wanted to be free of the Autobots and that wretched Prime! He knew the only way to rid oneself of the bond was to have one of the mated pair die. Glaring, Megatron realized it would have to be either him or Optimus, and he had no intentions of dying so soon. 

The massive silver mech leaned against the window and shuttered his optics for a moment, hoping he could keep his plan to himself. He could only hope. 

***

Megatron watched Optimus with a deep sparked loathing as he settled down on his berth for the night. He had attempted the pleasantries of a mated pair and was only returned with more stubborn refusal and resentment. Having given up trying to create some sort of relationship with the former warlord, Optimus soon fell into a deep recharge.

Megatron made a soft growl when he saw the Prime finally lay down his sword and shield. He was helpless now, allowing the perfect chance for his demise. Grinning wickedly, Megatron rose from his berth and made his way to Optimus, silent as death itself as he moved. 

‘Your spark truly is mine, Optimus. How terribly ironic.’ he thought, claws now aimed above the mech’s spark chamber, almost touching. 

He hesitated when he felt the pulsing of the life energy, strong as ever. For some reason it was becoming much harder to kill something you had an attachment to, even if it was a forced one. Cursing at himself, Megatron pulled back and tried to regroup for the real attack. 

‘It must end!’ he insisted in his thoughts, trying hard to strike down the mech that had caused all of his ailments. But something kept him from doing so. 

“What must I do to kill you?” he whispered, watching Optimus’s sides rise and fall with a steady rhythm. He must have been at peace while he relived memory files. 

Realizing the bond had caused this hesitation and the lapse in his killing instinct, Megatron swore and tore open his own spark chamber to look at his silver spark, the energy now tightly knit with the golden strands of his bondmate. 

“What have you done to me, Optimus Prime?” Megatron whispered, voice choking up. He was a prisoner, he was a tamed beast, he was...defeated. 

Anger still shrouding his hurt and shame, Megatron retreated to the window once more, curling up so he could gaze outside. So that was what it felt like to be a broken prisoner. And to think he would never be able to meet the executioner. 

“What have you done to me, Orion Pax?” he muttered, helm leaning against his servo that was pressed to the window in a silent plea to be anywhere but where he was.