Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Megatron woke with a start, stretching out his stiff cables with a few snaps. Nothing felt much different other than the content vibe he felt across the bond from Optimus. He knew the mech was already off working on rebuilding the city and attending to all things Prime related, so he would have to wait until he returned to speak with him. He had decided what he wanted to do and hoped it was the right choice.

'Wont he be surprised when he returns...' he thought, running his claws along the edge of the berth to sharpen them. It wasn't that they needed to be sharpened, he was just a creature who preened when he was alone.

Trying to pass the time, the former warlord grabbed a data pad from Optimus's desk, starting to read the long novel with slight interest. He did enjoy reading, but such scientific works never got his attention long enough for him to finish reading them.

Before he knew it, Megatron was back into recharge, slumped forward onto the desk with his servos scattering data pads and other items that had once been neatly stacked there. He remained in his deep rest when Optimus returned, unaware that the other mech was padding about the room. He was silent when he wanted to be.

Megatron made a soft grunt when he felt his shoulder jostle, sending him back to his online state in a flash. He twisted to see it was only Optimus, tensed cables relaxing as the sense of a potential threat dissipated.

"You have been gone longer than usual." Megatron observed, casually standing. Optimus nodded, passing him a cube of high grade energon.

"There is so much to be taken care of! It's amazing what this world needs." Optimus said, draining the last if his fuel. Megatron swallowed the whole cube in only moments, mood improving when his tank was full.

"You of all mechs would be best to lead it." Megatron admitted, heading to his favorite place in the huge room-the window seat.

Optimus followed and took a seat beside him, slightly hesitant for fear of an outburst or attack but willing to take the risk. Megatron made to ignore him, staring out across the expanse of lights and buildings. The Prime let him control their interactions, knowing it would breed confidence and trust.

"Sometimes I wonder how we managed to stay apart for so long." Megatron finally said, shattering the silence. Optimus sighed, blue optics concerned.

"War is such an ugly thing." he returned, glancing over at Megatron. "Thank Primus it has finally ended."

Megatron felt affection across the bond and made a soft purr, something one would never imagine Megatron would make. He was at ease, the outer shell of fury and cruelty shedding away when he was alone. There were still huge leaps to make before he would fully trust, but he was returning to his past life as Megatronus.

"You should be thanking Primus that I didn't manage to kill you during the war." Megatron chuckled, deep voice holding no edge. Optimus smiled, surprised to find the silve mech had changed so much after the one memory.

'He is strong.' Optimus thought, already having known that for centuries.

"I can see that look in your optics. You think you can tame me so easily, don't you." Megatron stated, grinning like a demon when he spotted the shimmer in those topaz blue optics. Optimus returned the smile.

"You are not a mech to be tamed, Megatronus."

Both mechs froze when the name was out of Optimus's mouth. Megatron seemed distant while Optimus braced himself for snarling, yelling, attacking, or all three combined. He stiffened when he felt Megatron come closer, ready to retaliate in case the former warlord had interest to start a fight. To his pleasant surprise his cheek was nuzzled in a tender show of affection, Megatron having chosen the new life over his old one. It was a glorious feeling to know Megatron did indeed care.

"Get some rest. You have much to do tomorrow,...Orion." Megatron said softly before getting up and retiring to his berth for the night.

Optimus beamed, his supposedly emotionless state reverting back to when he was younger. He wished he could go to Megatron and give him a huge hug, but he refrained for the time being. Best not to push his luck. For one day there had been such progress made he would do nothing to ruin it.