Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

~One Century Later~

Twin Seekerlings play wrestled while their friend watched, purple optics flicking back and forth as the red and black Seekers tumbled around together. The black sparkling squealed in pain when his brother landed on his wing, instantly starting to bawl for his father.

"Firestar, what did you do to Scattershot?" Knockout's drawling voice asked, picking up both of his sparklings as his flustered mate came bursting into the room.

"What happened now?! I was just starting my research!" Starscream growled, checking his Seekerlings over for any real damage.

"Daddy!" the bright red and gold detailed sparkling squeaked, opening his arms.

"Hello, Firestar." he said proudly, scooping up his needy sparkling and rocking him. Scattershot had already fallen into recharge in Knockout's arms, the pure black Seekerling standing out against his sire's shocking red plating.

"Who was crying?" Megatron's commanding voice asked as he came storming into the room. He knew he shouldn't have allowed the sparklings to play!

"Are you alright, Redblaze?" Megatron asked, picking up his sired sparkling.

Redblaze looked like his carrier, Optimus, a great deal. He did not have the ability to fly like his older brother, but he was going to be a large truck like the Prime when he was fully grown. He has a mix of his parents optics, a royal purple from blue and red.

"I am sure he is fine. Firestar stepped on Scattershot." Starscream said, allowing Firestar to paw at the faded Decepticon logo still burned into his chest plating.

"Be sure to keep them from breaking each other." Megatron grunted, wanting to remove his little one out of harms way as soon as possible. Starscream rolled his optics.

"I don't see you taking care of three sparklings at once! Primus knows where Hotshot got off to..." Starscream growled, realizing the young adult was missing. "Knockout! He was your job to watch!"

"Don't get all snappy with me! I'm sure he's fine!"

Megatron slipped out of the room as the couple began bickering, bringing Redblaze back to their room. Optimus had been napping for a good four Earth hours now and Megatron was finished watching over the little one alone. He would have given the job to Silverstorm, but the mech was out trying to perfect his battle maneuvers with his friends.

"Hey, Megatron." Silverstorm's voice called from the couch when his father entered. "I got home early and found Optimus in recharge. Is he okay?"

"He's sick of looking at you." Megatron teased, giving his nearly fully grown son a good shove on his somewhat spiked shoulder plating.

"Oh, ha ha. Very clever." Silverstorm snorted, softening when his sparkling brother was handed over to him. "Hey, little guy. Did you have fun playing with the Terrible Twins?" he asked playfully, grinning when Redblaze squeaked and pulled at his claws.

"They were mauling each other, so I removed him." Megatron answered, striding into his berthroom to see Optimus.

"Did Firestar step on Scattershot again?"

"When is he not stepping on his brother?" Megatron grunted before going quiet, obviously having a moment with his newly awoken mate.

Silverstorm grinned and returned to his place on the couch. He picked up his video game controller and offered it to Redblaze. The sparkling warbled softly, poking at all the colorful buttons while his older brother watched over him. He lost the game, but it didn't really matter to him. He wasn't that far along anyways.

"Reeee!"

"Story?" Silverstorm corrected softly, taking the controller away as he settled Redblaze beside him on the couch. "How about hide and seek?"

"Nooooooooooooo! Reeee!"

"Okay, okay! A story it is, then. How about a new one?"

Redblaze nodded excitedly, purple optics bright at the prospect of being told a new story. Usually it was focused around him and Redblaze wasn't so fond of that. He liked to hear the names of his sire and carrier more than anything.

"Once, a long time ago, Megatron and Optimus were best friends-"

"I am not that old." Megatron huffed, padding out of his room with Optimus trailing behind. "Neither is your sire."

"I'm telling him a story!" Silverstorm snapped, waving him off with a dull-clawed servo. "Now, where was I? Oh, right! They were the best of friends when they were younger."

"They used to train together and go on so many adventures. I can't tell them all, but I can tell you the one when they had to defeat the rogue Insecticon. They were both trapped in the gladiator arena when the beast appeared..."

Megatron and Optimus slipped out of the room before Redblaze could notice, nodding to Silverstorm. They would be back soon but needed a little time alone. Their eldest son grinned, never once faltering in his story. He knew they couldn't always be worrying about their "sparklings."

'They still owe me a ton for this...' Silverstorm thought, another grin spreading across his faceplate.

***

"It is nice to finally be outside." Optimus chuckled, having recharged most of his day off. Megatron rolled his optics.

"You need more days off."

"I cannot leave my duties for long, Megatron. There is far too much at risk." Optimus sighed, shaking his helm as he walked side by side with his loyal partner. "When things are settled, I will have less of a role."

"To the Pit with all those Senators and their nonsense. We do not need them." Megatron snapped, shoulders tensing with sudden aggression. "They have never done anything other than create trouble."

"You have also caused a fair share of "trouble." Optimus chuckled, taking Megatron's jaw in his servo and pulling him into a soft kiss. "But you are far easier to forgive in my opinion."

"Because you love me?" Megatron asked, his optics holding no anger or mistrust towards the Prime any longer. It was truly amazing to see how far they had come since being mortal enemies long ago.

Optimus beamed at him, handsome smile on his lips. Megatron watched him for a moment, savoring his partner's perfect features. How he had come to be loved by such a mech was beyond his understanding and most likely always would be. Megatron knew better than to question the workings of Primus.

"Because I love you." Optimus returned, taking Megatron's clawed servo and leading him outside.

Megatron and Optimus were silent as they gazed out into the glimmering lights of a night-shrouded Cybertron. Most Cybertronians were recharging now, but many illuminated windows stood out like golden blood spattered across dark ground. It was strangely peaceful, despite the slight danger hinted in the shadows.

For a brief moment Megatron could have imagined them all as sparks of hope, shining on through even the darkest hours of night. He snorted at the poetic thought and shook his helm to rid his mind of such things. He ignored Optimus's concerned look and felt a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth.

"It looks like a fine night for a race, groundpounder." Megatron chuckled, knowing that would get Optimus interested.

"You always lose, Megatron. Even if you can fly." his mate retorted evenly.

"Let's test that out, shall we?" the silver mech purred, sharp dentas barred in challenge. Optimus grinned back before transforming and speeding off down the empty road with Megatron in hot pursuit.

They did not see it, but as they raced together down the roads they thought were empty, one mech Megatron knew well yet had never met watched over them with all-seeing optics. When the time came to meet them both, he would do so with open arms and pleasant smiles-but until then he was content to watch them race and laugh together under the starry skies he called home.