Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

Optimus smiled warmly when he entered their penthouse estate, spotting his companion working at his desk. Megatron glanced over his shoulder when he heard the door open and waved a servo to call Optimus over. He silently held out a data pad to the other mech and huffed.

"You should not work late. It was full of errors." Megatron chided, his tone implying he didn't mean for it to be offensive. It was just his way to be harsh about almost everything.

"You edited it for me?" Optimus said with interest, looking over the tedious document he needed to submit to the newly elected Senate members. Megatron shrugged, his optics rolling lazily.

"It becomes quite mundane to be closed into an apartment all day and night. I would prefer my processor remained sharp, not lethargic." he returned, leaning back in the desk chair. "I am still a prisoner here, Optimus."

"I promise you will not be for much longer. I have been working on ways to allow you freedom without throwing the mechs and femmes into panic. You have quite the reputation, old friend." Optimus purred, resting a servo on his partner's shoulder. Megatron grumbled and shook it off, not wanting to be too affectionate.

"You had best hurry, Optimus. When I am bored I become even harder to control." the silver mech warned, rising from his seat to size up his greatest enemy and companion for a moment.

"I will work on it tonight, then." Optimus chuckled, a teasing glimmer in his optics. Megatron nipped his jaw a little in return to say he was to do no such thing that night.

"I do not want to edit yet another one of those monstrosities you call documents in the morning." Megatron retorted, although he meant it in a good natured way.

The two settled down after another hour of banter and quiet conversation. It was as if they were back in their memories for a little while, both trusting the other deeply for once in centuries. They were older which had changed them significantly, but deep down they were still the same mechs.

"A new Senate...I cannot say I approve of that." Megatron sighed, leaning against his berth as Optimus paced.

"They all voted on the matter and chose to have it the same way as the Golden Age." Optimus said quietly. "I can only do so much, Megatron."

"You tried, I am sure. It is not like you to give up." he praised, for once feeling admiration towards the Prime. He really was trying his best to make everyone happy. It was am impossible feat and yet he insisted it could be done.

Optimus nodded, far away in his thoughts as he planned the next move in the great political game he now had to play. Megatron smiled inwardly, knowing this was the usual routine they went through. They talked and then Optimus would wander away into the vast lands of his processor to contemplate something of importance.

The former warlord stretched out on his berth and yawned when he thought Optimus wasn't looking before settling in for recharge, hoping he would be spared of his reoccurring sparkmares. He knew all too well that would be a wish that would be ignored as he gave in to rest.

***

Optimus stifled a groan when Megatron went into another fit of snarling and whining in his recharge, claws gouging deeply into the metal berth. The mech suddenly let out a startled shout and sat bolt upright, venting heavily and his optics wide in terror. He hissed quietly and flopped back down with a clang, a servo over his faceplate in defeat.

"Which sparkfear was it this time?" Optimus asked softly when his partner stood, starting to pace to release some of his built up tension.

Megatron shook his helm to convey the fact he didn't wish to answer right then. "It is not something to speak of in darkness. It gives it too much power." Megatron said gravely, halting when he felt a servo on his shoulder.

"Now that we are both online, we may as well talk." Optimus said cheerfully, trying to ease his mate's anxiety. Megatron grunted in reply, deciding to play along just to make Optimus happy.

"What will we talk about?" he asked, already fatigued as he sat down beside his partner on his berth. Optimus shrugged.

"There is always more business to discuss."

"It is too late for that."

"Perhaps we should just rest?" Optimus asked, warm blue optics coming to rest on his mate. Megatron yawned, shuttering his optics for a moment before he glanced back to Optimus.

"I do have one question for you that I have contemplated for quite some time now." Megatron said, leaning against Optimus's shoulder. He didn't much care if it was out of affection right then. All he cared about was going back to recharge after he go his answer.

"And what would that question be?"

"How is it that you never stopped caring about me?" he asked after a break of silence.

"Because I love you." Optimus said calmly, pulling Megatron into a hug.

Megatron made a soft whine of refusal, although he didn't pull away or fight the hold on him. He instead rested his helm on Optimus's shoulder plating and shuttered his optics, sending and receiving the soothing emotions of protection and love across the bond.

It didn't take long before he was half offline, rumbling softly as Optimus held him close in a way he never imagined anyone would. He felt a reassuring servo rubbing him between his back shoulder plates, eliciting a soft purring growl from the silver mech.

"Get some rest." Optimus soothed, his voice so gentle in Megatron's audio receptor.

"Same goes for you, Orion." he murmured, confusing names due to his tired state. Optimus smiled and moved Megatron's helm so he wouldn't have a terrible ache in his shoulder and neck cables the next morning. The former warlord made an incoherent form of a "thank you" before he was back in deep recharge, venting deeply as he rested.

Optimus lay them both down once Megatron was offline deeply enough to remain in recharge with the slight movement. The Prime still kept Megatron close, doing what he could to keep the sparkmares at bay. Any pleasant memory, any kind of soothing feeling was sent across the bond to ease the suffering of his mate.

Optimus couldn't stay online forever, slipping into recharge himself halfway into the next morning after Megatron had rolled over and curled around him, an arm now draped over his side. It was a sight to see, the once great enemies now curled up together on the same berth deeply in recharge.

***

Ratchet had been sent to fetch Optimus, the Prime having rested far longer than he was supposed to. He would be expected at the Senate meeting soon and no one else was going to bother to alert him.

When the medic finally reached the top of the stairs and opened the door, he thought Megatron and Optimus had finally managed to kill each other. They were both sprawled together on the berth, hushed and unmoving in a pile of metal.

Padding hesitantly closer, the medic saw they were not terminated at all, but recharging together like normal mates would. Megatron's arm was around Optimus while Optimus's helm was nestled against Megatron's powerful chest. It was so odd even Ratchet didn't know what to say or how to react.

"Optimus..." he began, although Megatron was the one who stirred at the noise. He made a soft growl and twitched one pede slightly, a warning he would come online soon if disturbed further.

"Optimus, he's going to kill you!" Ratchet yelped, leaping back to rally for an attack.

Megatron lazily raised his helm and half opened his optic shutters, bleary morning vision focusing on the medic. He made a soft snarl but didn't do anything more, instead returning to recharge and laying his helm on Optimus's chest. Optimus had not stirred at all at the shout, too exhausted from the night before to bother.

Ratchet stood still, staring in awe at the drastic change in both mechs. It was like they had reverted back to the past times of Cybertron when they had been the closest of friends. Shaking his helm in wonder, Ratchet commed the others to let them know Optimus would be taking a personal day.

Ratchet quickly exited the room to leave the bondmates alone, all the while wondering how Optimus had managed to bring Megatron put from his inner darkness. Their new Prime was a mech to be proud of.