Chapter Nineteen
For Megatron the battle he fought never ended. Awake or in recharge he was constantly plagued by demons of his past, trying to drag him back to the black pits of his inner mind he had once found shelter in. He struggled with all he had against the tiny claws digging into his armor seams pulling him down.
'Never again...never again...' Megatron thought as dark optics locked on him from the depths of the underworld. Unicron might be a demon, but Megatron could not allow himself to fear the entity. Fear meant sure ruination.
"Never again!" the former warlord bellowed as he sat bolt upright on the berth. Optimus leapt up as well, startled out of his far more pleasant recharge. Silverstorm mewled softly from his crib, unsure what was going on.
"Nightmares again?" Optimus asked as Megatron got up to collect a crying Silverstorm.
"Always nightmares, Optimus." he sighed, wincing when he saw how scared his sparkling was. It was his fault for waking him so abruptly, so he was going to be the one to fix it.
"Megatwon?...Opi?" Silverstorm mewed, making sure they were both there with him. Megatron gently nuzzled his mate's cheek before he sat back down on the berth with Silverstorm in his arms.
"We're here, little one." Optimus soothed, his optics looking dull. He was exhausted, rarely ever getting the recharge he needed between his work and the sparkling.
"Opi!" Slverstorm squeaked, reaching out for the Prime. Optimus gave him a little hug but left Megatron holding the mechling.
"Go back to recharge, Silverstorm. Tomorrow you will be meeting with Hotshot." Megatron advised, still unsure how to deal with sparklings.
"Squeeee! Can I play with him?"
"That would be the whole point of meeting." Megatron chuckled, taking Slverstorm back to his crib. "Now get to recharge."
"But Megatwonnnnn..." Silverstorm whined, dragging out the "n" which nearly made both his parents burst into laughter. The little sparkling never did things the way one would expect.
"Hush now." Megatron rumbled, turning to go back to Optimus. "Do you think you can get back to rest?" he asked his mate, nuzzling and licking apologetically for waking him in the first place. Optimus shuttered his optics from the affection and sighed.
"I think I can manage." Optimus purred, already sounding half conscious.
"Megatwon, I can't recharge!" Silverstorm wailed from the side of the berth Megatron lay on.
"How did you get out of your crib?!" Megatron demanded, watching as the sparkling clawed his way up into the berth before curling up in between his parents. Well, now he knew.
"I can't recharge!" Silverstorm repeated, hugging Megatron's arm when he saw his sire was deeply in recharge already.
"Do you want me to tell you a story?" Megatron asked, a smile on his lips. Green optics glimmered in the darkness up at him.
"Tell me the one about...Iwonwing!" Silverstorm yipped, banging his pedes with excitement against the edge of the berth. Optimus shifted in his recharge which quickly put Megatron into action.
He pulled Slverstorm up close to his chest so he was curled up in his arms as they lay on their sides like a beast and its young might. Silverstorm hushed, waiting for the promised story. Megatron smiled affectionately before he began the tale.
"I once knew a great hero of a mech who called himself Ironwing." Megatron said, inwardly grinning when Silverstorm locked his optics on him in pure fascination. "He was mostly silver with blue and red markings on his arms and legs...a lot like you have."
"Weally?" Silverstorm gasped, optics growing huge.
"Yes, really." Megatron agreed, emphasizing his "r" a great deal. "He was the bravest mech I ever knew other than Optimus-"
"Opi!!!!!"
"Yes, Opi...as I was saying, he was a hero among our kind. Once he slay a dangerous beast that threatened the whole of Cybertron itself! He used his secret powers on the creature to turn it to dust."
"What do he do to it?" Slverstorm asked, voice full of awe. Megatron stifled a yawn and continued.
"He used his powers of light from spark, Silverstorm. Primus himself was said to have been channeling through him."
"Who's Pwimus?"
"A very kind and forgiving mech I know." Megatron said, seeing green optics had started to shutter. "Now rest. You have had a long day."
Silverstorm was soon in recharge like his sire, cuddled into Megatron's silver chest plating as the former warlord stayed wide awake. He refused to rest knowing Unicron would greet him in his dreams once more. So he stayed vigil, watching over the two he most loved until dawn arrived over Cybertron.
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Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}
FanfictionThe war has ended, leaving Megatron as a prisoner and Optimus as the new leader of Cybertron. Unwilling to execute Megatron for hate of killing yet another mech, Optimus devises a plan to hopefully change Megatron for the better. But there are alway...