Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

For Megatron the day was not eventful. He had helped Optimus with whatever extra work he could before his mate left to talk with the Senate. Most likely it was about Megatron himself, since Optimus hadn't wanted to tell him what the topic of discussion was.

The warlord honestly didn't mind being alone for most of the day. It would give him time to look up some information he knew little about. He strode over and took a data pad from Optimus's desk, beginning to search everything he needed to know more about.

He researched the Senate and the mechs that were a part of it, he read over new laws, he found many Autobot customs he was unaware of, and by chance he came across sparkling care. His optics narrowed for a moment, not a mech that enjoyed the little creatures very much. Far too loud, needy, and never satisfied. Sparklings were like smaller Starscreams, in his opinion.

But as he started to read more, he felt a hint of a smile tug at his lips. They were somewhat...cute? He loathed that word, but he knew that was the only one that described sparklings. Hissing a little at his own weakness, he continued to read about what care they needed, what they acted like, which parent they would likely take after...

"You seem quite engrossed in your reading, Megatron." Optimus chuckled, holding out some energon for his bondmate. Megatron took the cube and swallowed the contents before he turned off the data pad and set in on the desk again.

"I merely wish to know more about this new Cybertron you have so swiftly recreated." he said, hoping his history would delete so Optimus wouldn't know he had looked up sparkling care. He refused to be seen as weak and wishing for a sparkling. No true warlord would want such a thing.

"Tomorrow I think we should go out to the training grounds. I am sure you must miss it." Optimus offered, stealthily snatching the data pad off the desk when Megatron shuttered his optics for a brief moment.

"That would bring back memories." he sighed.

"You were looking at sparkling care?"

"Of course I wouldn't look at that! What are you talking about?" Megatron snapped, optics narrowed when Optimus showed him the file he had indeed been reading.

"Do you want a sparkling?" Optimus asked softly, a huge smile on his faceplate. Megatron shook his helm.

"No, I do not want one!" he snapped, trying hard to ignore the Prime. Optimus set the data pad down on the desk again and padded over to the berth where Megatron sat.

"I want one." he offered cutely, blue optics bright. "Which reminds me, I should have told you earlier that Knock Out is carrying." he said cheerfully, knowing that would perk Megatron's interest.

"Oh? And who is the sire?"

"Starscream."

"Starscream?!" Megatron yelped in shock. How had that little wretch managed to sire a sparkling?!

"He's quite proud and the sparkling isn't even here yet." Optimus chuckled, leaning against his partner. "It wouldn't be unheard of if we had one..."

"Optimus, you know as well as I that we cannot have a sparkling! I refuse to have one." Megatron insisted, dentas clenched. Optimus rolled his optics.

"You never wanted to be a father?" he asked, knowing Megatron must have wanted to be.

"I am a warlord. I do not have time for sparklings."

"You aren't a warlord any more, Megatron."

Megatron huffed and lay down on the berth with a loud clang, trying to act like he wanted nothing to do with the conversation. His optics widened when he felt a servo on his side and made a soft warning growl.