Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

"What am I supposed to do with him?! Make him cease that racket!" Megatron growled as Silverstorm began to cry. The silver mech backed away from the sparkling, clawed servos over his audio receptors to attempt and block out the noise.

"He just wants some energon. Do you want to hold the bottle?" Optimus asked, quickly walking over with a full bottle of energon in one servo. Megatron glowered.

"I want nothing to do with the little wretch! He kept me awake half the night!"

"That's not true, you love him." Optimus teased, optics sparkling like Orion's. he was sure a new Optimus now. Even if he was a Prime, he had somehow found it in him to be emotional. "Who wouldn't love the little thing?" he purred, Silverstorm hushing the moment he got the bottle.

"I want nothing at all to do with it." Megatron spat, spiked shoulders tensed. Optimus rolled his optics.

"Get some recharge. I can watch him for a while until you improve your mood."

"My mood is perfectly normal!" Megatron spat, curling up on their berth beside his partner anyways and shuttering his optics.

Optimus patted his irritable mate's side with his free servo, knowing he must be truly exhausted. He had been the one doing most of the work so far, possessive carrier programming causing him to get little recharge and a lot of time with Silverstorm. Smiling down at their tiny creation, Optimus felt like everything was just right. The war had been a long one, but to see how far they had come...it was truly a feat to be proud of.

Optimus heard a gentle knock at the door to their room, Megatron stirring faintly in his deep recharge. Silverstorm's green optics also turned to look at who entered. Optimus was relieved to see it was Ratchet, the haggard medic putting on a surprisingly cheery smile.

"How is the new addition?" he asked, entering ad quietly as he could so he didn't wake the aggressive silver mech. Optimus offered Silverstorm over to his old friend, allowing Ratchet to hold him as he finished the last of the energon from the bottle.

"Strong as can be. He's a little fussy, but that's to be expected." Optimus chuckled, relaxing while someone else watched over Silverstorm.

"How is his carrier doing?" Ratchet asked, glancing down at Megatron who was still unaware that someone else was in the room with them. If he had known anyone other than his mate was holding his sparking there would have been a good deal of trouble.

"He's overtired and more work to take care of than the little one. I am sure that must be normal."

"It is. He recovered quickly, too." Ratchet said, seeing how the metal plating of the former warlord's middle was no longer showing any signs of being with sparkling.

"He's a tough one."

"Are you two considering more than one?" Ratchet chuckled, seeing Optimus's optics widen. Silverstorm squeaked and started slapping his tiny servos against Ratchet's chest plating. The medic tensed when Megatron growled in his recharge, but made no more signs of awakening.

"I don't think that would go over too well with Megatron unless he knew he wouldn't s the carrier. It didn't make him too happy, as I'm sure you noticed." Optimus said, absentmindedly rubbing his mate's back. The mech made a soft rumble, stretching out on the berth from all the attention.

"Then I suggest waiting. It is luck on who gets to carry, after all." Ratchet snickered, rocking Silverstorm before the sparkling started to cry. Green optics watched him curiously, the sobbing averted for the time being.

"Do you have any idea what he will transform into? I don't see any wheels or any wings." Optimus murmured, taking Silverstorm back when he started fussing and Megatron began shifting.

"I think he will turn into Megatron's kind of alt mode, considering he has no wings. He isn't a Seeker, but he does fly."

"And do you think others will accept him?"

"Why wouldn't they, Optimus? You two are almost exact copies!" Ratchet laughed, unsure why Optimus would ever ask such a thing. "You're a hero to our entire race!"

"Megatron was worried Silverstorm wouldn't be accepted with open arms because of who he is." Optimus sighed, looking down at his mate with so much love and compassion Ratchet almost felt sorry for the silver mech's plight. "I told him that would never be yet I worry."

"He looks nothing like Megatron. I am sure he will be much loved." Ratchet said softly, giving Optimus a small smile. It faded when he saw how upset Optimus suddenly looked. "What's bothering you?"

"He is our creation...I don't want it to be my sparkling alone. Megatron loves him as much as I do. He has been cast out his entire life, Ratchet! I want him to be seen as something other than a monster." Optimus whispered, caressing his Kate's stoic faceplate.

"He made too big a mark in history for anyone to love him the way you do, Optimus."

"It is wrong that he will never be allowed a second chance!" the Prime growled, optics watering with frustrated tears.

Ratchet and Optimus stared when Megatron's blazing red optics were suddenly locked on them, the silver mech not at all in recharge like they had assumed. He nuzzled Optimus's cheek with his own before giving Ratchet a silent snarl, his lip curled aggressively.

"I will always be what I am. That is why I will not be having another sparkling. It was a mistake to have one at all." he said gruffly, looking down sorrowfully at Silverstorm as the sparkling giggled and reached out for him. "Why are you here anyways, medic?" he spat once his attention turned to Ratchet.

"I merely came to look in on your sparkling's wellbeing!"

"All is well, I assume?"

"Yes, he is a very healthy sparkling-"

"Then why do you remain? Your work here is finished." Megatron growled, although he didn't seem to have much anger behind his words like usual. Ratchet seemed taken aback, confused as to what he should say in return.

"I never meant-"

"I know how you feel about myself and my sparkling. Now get out!" Megatron snarled, lunging and narrowly missing Ratchet's face with his sharpened claws.

Optimus turned to his mate the moment Ratchet backed off towards the door and gave him a gentle hug, Silverstorm still held in one arm. Megatron sighed softly and nestled against his partner, their bond coursing with emotions.

"You don't mean that, do you?" Optimus asked, his tone one of hope that he was wrong. Megatron shook his helm.

"The medic is right. It is best that I not pollute this new world lest something like me be created again." he said softly, letting Silverstorm hold his servo for a moment.

Optimus shook his helm, a determined glint in his optics. "You will see, Megatron. Silverstorm and any sparklings to come are lucky to have such a wonderful father."

"Sometimes I wonder how I ever livdd without you by my side, Orion." Megatron sighed, defeated by both emotions and fatigue. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Megatronus."

The bondmates stayed silent as they curled up on their berth once again, Slverstorm also hushed as he cuddled between his sire and carrier. Optimus knew Megatron would want more sparklings someday and gently kissed his partner on his cheek.

"Get some rest, Megatron. You need it."

Megatron smirked slightly, yawning softly before he fully relaxed. "If Silverstorm causes you any trouble, wake me." he said sternly, optics already shuttering.

"Of course." Optimus lied, knowing full well he would make sure Mgatron was woken for nothing other than Primus himself.