Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Eighteen

Megatron was woken early by his partner, told he was going to have to watch Silverstorm until he returned from urgent work dealing with the new Senate. Megatron growled deeply and batted his servos away before rolling over and shuttering his optics.

"He will need to be fed in two Earth hours." Optimus said, bending down and kissing Megatron's forehelm. "I love you and I will return as soon as I can."

"Love you, too." Megatron yawned, settling back into recharge the moment his mate shut the door to their room.

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"Where's Opi?" Silverstorm bawled, washer fluid streaming down his cheek as he wailed for his sire. Megatron cringed at the sound, his audio receptors already starting to ache.

"Hush. Your sire is busy." Megatron groaned, still half in recharge as he picked up his sparkling from the crib he was in. Silverstorm mewled loudly and clung to him.

"But where's Opi?" he sobbed, plain miserable. Megatron huffed, setting the tiny mechling down on the floor beside his toy box.

"Optimus is working, Bringer-of-Helmaches." he muttered, a servo on his aching helm. He needed more recharge...

"When is Opi coming back?"

"As soon as he can. Now play with your toys." Megatron said, helping Silverstorm pull out his set of building blocks and model plane and newly added model car.

Silverstorm began to realize he wasn't going to see Optimus soon, so he went about playing with his things like Megatron asked of him. Soon there was a block fort stacked with the purple jet inside and the new sports car outside. He made a few happy squeaks, trying to figure out how to get the car inside now that he had blocked the door.

Megatron stretched out on the floor like a watchful adult animal, staying near his offspring but not interfering. He was tired, so he may as well nap while Silverstorm played. The little sparkling could keep himself occupied for the time being, in his opinion.

"Megatwon!" Silverstorm squealed, hurling himself at Megatron's middle to hug him. The mech's optic shutters snapped open and he made a loud grunt in surprise. "

"Pronounce your "R!" Megatron snapped, although he allowed Silverstorm to tumble over his cannon and around his arms. "What is it you require?"

"Will you play with me?" Silverstorm begged, holding out his new car. "Opi always plays..."

"Yes, yes, I can do that if you promise to take a nap after. How does that sound?" the former warlord asked, hoping to bargain with the sparkling somehow. Silverstorm thought a moment before nodding.

"Play!!!!!!!" he screeched excitedly, tackling his father.

Megatron made a soft growl of warning. Although it sounded aggressive, it was meant only in play. He wrestled with Silverstorm and was "vanquished" when the sparkling patted his chest plating with both servos. Silverstorm giggled and hugged Megatron's faceplate a second later.

"You can be the car and I will be the plane." Silverstorm said, plopping himself down in front of the block house he had made. "You have to get them out. They're playing hide and seek." Silverstorm whispered as if the toys could hear him.

"Why don't you help me?" Megatron chuckled, trying to keep the sparkling busy at all costs. If he had to act like a pure fool for such things, he would do it if only to keep his offspring from crying or acting out of control.

Silverstorm nodded, pulling off some of the blocks. Megatron nearly knocked the whole thing down, but managed to steady it as Silverstorm pulled out the plane with a shrill squeal of happiness. For once Megatron found it not to be that annoying, but rather nice. At least someone was pleased to have him around. The unconditional love of his sparkling was something he was so sure would never be given-and yet there he was, playing games with his son.