Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

The dying light of a day giving way to night streamed through the windows of the penthouse, casting shadows about the room where it did not touch. Megatron was restless, pacing back and forth as he spoke with Optimus about names for their sparkling. Ratchet had said any day now the sparkling could come, so the two had got to discussing names.

"Are you certain it is a mech?" Optimus wondered, a servo on Megatron's fairly prominent middle. Megatron ceased pacing for a moment, nuzzling his bondmate's cheek with affection at the his gentle touch.

"I am." he said huskily, starting to pace again. "It must be something strong. He is our creation, after all."

"Perhaps Ironfrost?"

"That is a name for a femme!"

"Metalquake?"

"Better...but it reminds me of Dreadwing and his brother...continue!" Megatron commanded sternly.

"What about Silverstorm?"

Megatron made a content rumble in his chest which was a sure sign of agreement and mulled the name over. "Silverstorm...I think that would be fitting. Let us hope he is indeed silver." he chuckled, knowing he would most likely be. Optimus pressed a kiss to Megatron's forehelm and pulled him close.

"You will make a good father, Megatron." he said, optics going from cheerful to worried when Megatron suddenly doubled over and groaned. "What's wrong?"

"I think he liked the name..." Megatron panted, instinctively knowing it was time to get the sparkling removed. "I hate to say it, but I think a trip to that fragging medic is in order."

"You'll be just fine." Optimus assured, wrapping an arm around Megatron's shoulders and leading him to med bay.

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Ratchet saw who walked into the room and nearly dropped the welding torch he was using to repair a piece of torn plating on Bulkhead's lower leg. Bulkhead also tensed up, seeing the former warlord and instantly transforming his servo into a gun.

"Ratchet, we need your assistance right away!" Optimus said as Megatron let out a agonized snarl, unable to say much himself as he drove his claws into the nearest wall to try and ease his pain.

"What could possibly be wrong this ti-"

"The sparkling, you fool!" Megatron roared as Optimus helped him lay lat on a berth. "Hurry up!"

"Sparkling?!" Bulkhead yelped, shocked at the news. Amazingly Knock Out and Starscream hadn't spread the word about the silver mech after they had learned his secret.

"I will be with you in a moment." Ratchet said, quickly rushing to the other berth.

"Are you trying to kill us both?! Hurry!" Megatron panted, claws gouging deep marks into the berth as Ratchet grabbed what he needed.

"Open your spark chamber." Ratchet said firmly, Megatron obeying without a second thought. The pain was intense and mind numbing. "This will hurt for a minute..." the medic warned, cutting into some wires and plating while Megatron howled. It was one of the worst feelings, like he was being torn apart from the inside...

The pain stopped as quickly as it came and he fell into silence, sides heaving as he slammed his spark chamber closed. His audio receptors suddenly became aware of a soft cry only a sparkling would make. The mech nearly threw himself onto Ratchet when he saw him holding the newly delivered sparkling.

"It's a mech!" Ratchet said, quickly handing over the tiny creation to his father. Megatron, unsure how to really hold the tiny sparkling, nervously passed it over to Optimus.

Optimus was smiling like there was no tomorrow, cradling the delicate form of Silverstorm. The mech was silver, as they had hoped he would be, with red and blue detailing along his legs and chest. The little mech was quiet, large and shockingly green optics watching his sire as he was held. His helm was like that of Smokescreen's, save for little audio receptors that resembled Optimus's.

"He's an interesting little thing." Optimus chuckled, passing Silverstorm back to Megatron for a moment. The tiny sparkling chirped as tiny claws dug into Megatron's servo.

"How do I hold him?" he demanded as the sparkling started squirming around in his arms. He looked panicked for once, a very strange thing to see in the warlord. Optimus laughed softly and showed him, Silverstorm hushing when he was held correctly.

"See? You know what to do. It's instinct." Optimus said with a grin, more like Orion now than ever. Megatron snorted softly, Silverstorm trying to imitate it and making a little whirring hiss.

Optimus knew Ratchet and Bulkhead would want a better look at the sparkling, but now was not the time. Megatron was extremely possessive and would hardly allow Optimus to hold their little creation. Deciding it was best to remove them from med bay, Optimus thanked Ratchet and ushered Megatron back to their home.

"I'm glad to be back." Megatron said with a little sigh, passing Silverstorm to Optimus before he went to their berth, purely exhausted from everything.

"You gave us a handsome sparkling, Megatron. You should be proud of what you have done." Optimus purred, coming to sit on the edge of the berth, rocking the now recharging sparkling. "You really have come a long way."

Megatron somewhat ignored what the Prime said, although he relaxed when he felt a familiar servo on his back, gently massaging tensed cabling. Rumbling contently, Megatron leaned into the touch, optics half shuddered.

"I am thankful he takes more after you. He would do well to look like such a mech. He has a sire he can be proud of." Megatron said, watching Silverstorm shift around in his recharge. Optimus frowned, optic ridges furrowing with worry. That was not the Megatron he was used to!

"He has most of your color." Optimus said softly. "And we still have to see what his personality and voice will be like." he offered, wanting so badly for the sparkling to be both of theirs.

Megatron smile sadly. "Optimus, it is best he look nothing like me. That will only hinder him. Having me as a carrier will be bad enough." he said, shaking his helm. "Imagine when he grows older! No one will forget who his other father is!"

"That will not matter! He will love you just as much as he loves me. Nothing will change that, Megatron."

"Just wait, Optimus. Once they grow up enough to know who his parents are, he will learn to hate me. Our pasts define us and my past was far from a good one." Megatron groaned, resting against Optimus as he started to shut down for a much deserved nap.

"He will never stop loving you any less, Megatron." Optimus assured, pressing a kiss to his mate's lips to hush any argument before Megatron shuttered his optics. "Get some rest, now." the Prime soothed, soon feeling the full weight of Megatron leaning against him.

Managing to set Megatron down without waking Silverstorm, Optimus thanked Primus they were all okay. Megatron might be slightly down, but he would come to once the mood swings wore off and his systems returned to normal. Silverstorm was healthy and a true blessing and Optimus had been lucky enough to be a part of such a wonderful thing. He had so many things to be grateful for, he spent a long while silently thanking Primus for each of them.