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Forbidden Bond	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2813 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Forbidden Bond

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A/N: What? Three updated chapter in less then a week?! Be thankful to my Beta for her wonderful works, folks! Here it is, chapter twelve updated, corrected and reposted! Thanks to KiaMianara for her great job on this so far!

Warning: Non really, only a bit of angst.

Chapter 12:Different Kind of Battles

*~*Earth, the Nemesis*~*

Starscream was more than happy, or so it appeared at least, and why shouldn’t he after all?

He was sitting proudly, arrogantly on Megatron's throne and self-confidence and smugness was literally pouring from him in waves. He had won! He had gotten rid of Megatron once and for all! It had been three weeks since the Decepticon Leader had been stranded on a remote planet with Optimus Prime by him and they must have deactivated from starvation by now. Too bad for the sparkling, they would have brought quite some money, but the sons of Optimus Prime and Megatron could have grown into a real threat for his new position and keeping the leaders around any longer would have been too risky and were they couldn’t be found were they were no doubt lying grey and dead now. He had made sure the place he had dumped them on was so remote and deserted that not even accidently a ship would pass by, so why couldn't he feel totally in control and happy?

Probably because some of the Decepticons on Earth decided to leave and returned to Cybertron, among them the Constructicons and his fellow seekers, his … his parents. They had never told anyone, but Thundercracker and Skywarp were not only his trine mates and subordinates, they were also his creators, and he felt betrayed that they had decided to leave him in his moment of grandeur.

"Idiots, ungrateful, old fools. I will teach them to leave their only creation!" he muttered and saw Blitzwing looking at him with uneasiness.

"What?! What are you looking at?! Return to your post!"

"Yes, my Lord!" Blitzwing hastily replied and returned his gaze to his console.

Starscream seethed. Why did he even worry about that old rust bucket still? He was gone, for good, and there was absolutely no way he could or would ever return and even if – if, as in “if ever a way was found to bring back the dead” – he should against all odds have found a way to survive and return no one here should find any reason to still follow him. In the weeks he had been in power, he managed to triple their energy reserves and double the number of raids they made on Earth energy sources and power plants. He had proven that he was better than Megatron in every way possible, period, so why worry?

He growled as he thought about those whom betrayed him to go back to Cybertron and Shockwave. He'll have to take care of Megatron’s most loyal dog soon, but right now it was still too soon for a frontal attack on Cybertron. He had to reinforce his position here on Earth before and heighten the Decepticons’ current energy reserves by three at least to make his final victory assured. In the end he would be the master of all and everyone would bow before him, everyone!

That thought made him laugh a little maniacally and Blitzwing shot him another sideway glance, his uneasiness turning into shame about his current leader’s behaviour and a hint of deep worry. He shook his head and pondered if it was such a good idea to let this lunatic takes control. At least Megatron hadn’t been crazy, power hungry and megalomaniac, but sane, and with that thought in mind that the triple-changer welcomed the end of his shift and left the control room.

Starscream followed the retreating triple changer with his optics and frowned. He didn't like the way the other looked at him at all. Was everyone against him now? Fools, all of them. He would show them he was the best of the bests! They would have to respect him when he conquered first earth the Cybertron and they would kneel before him!

"Even dead, it seems that I'm still in your shadow, Megatron… but not for long! I will destroy that image of you that remains in the Decepticons' CPUs and stomp on it time and time again! And I will best you once and for all! Hahahahaha!"

That laugher rang down the always from the control room and some Decepticons turned to the source of that chilling sound. Starscream seemed to have lost it big time, they decided. He had already been unstable while under Megatron's command, but the tyrant had been able to control the wayward seeker at least. But now that he was gone Starscream had been let loose on all of them. Oh, his successes was unquestionable, but that was less because of Starscream’s leader capabilities than simply because the Autobots were lacking the majority of their own command chain, but they would no doubt manage to organise themselves again sooner than later and then the seekers insanity would lead them to their ultimate defeat, if they let that happen that is.

Unbeknown to him, Starscream's “loyal” followers gathered in the lower level of the Nemesis and discussed the best way to get rid of the lunatic once and for all. They couldn’t quite agree yet if they wanted Megatron back, simply because they couldn’t predict what would happen then, but what they could agree on was that it couldn’t be worse than serving under Starscream.

*~*Cybertron, Decepticon med bay*~*

Ratchet was deeply worried for his friend. Since the incident with the newborn twins and Megatron a week previous the weapon specialist was constantly depressed about what he had almost done, or at least when he was coherent enough to remember. Most time he wasn’t making sense anymore, talking about things only he could see and understand and the worst was that Ratchet didn’t know how to help him. Oh sure, he could help him with the fever, shiver attacks and upset tanks, but he was no psychiatrist and in all honesty: the medic doubted Smokescreen could do anything about it either. Ironhide needed a friend, not a shrink and the medic decided to try and be that friend. Over the vorns he had grown a soft spot for the grouchy, rough, old warrior and it was time to try and make something out of those feelings.

When he entered the room where Ironhide was this day, he saw the mech in his usual position: curled up on his side and looking at nothing in particular. He frowned a bit before putting on a warm smile and pushing his worry and concern in the back of his processor.

"How are you doing today, Ironhide?" he asked softly, placing an energon cube on the table next to the berth.

The mech looked as if he hadn't heard him at all, still looking at nothing, expression blank and distant. Ratchet was used to this behaviour by now, he was acting like this for the whole week since the “accident” already after all, and so he just continued his routine, refilling the energon to hook it to the drip and then gently prying the mech from his curled up position to make him move a bit and lay on his back instead. But it pained him and made him swallow dry to see the usually strong mech reduce to something so weak and pathetic.

"Don't you want to talk a little? You know I’ll always listen to you, my old friend." Ratchet tried, sitting on the edge of the berth. For a long time there was no reaction and then, all of a sudden, Ironhide looked him strait in the optics, for once aware of him again and at least semi coherent, but even if he was filled with sorrow and pain it was still better than nothing.

"Ah lost 'im, Ratch. Ah lost 'im fer good…" he whined and small tears seeped out of the corners of his optics. "Why didn't I tell 'im I love 'im earlier, Ratch? Maybe I could've ‘ave 'im then… If I had spoken ta 'im…"

His optics lost their focus again and he returned to this blank and distant expression, curling on his other side. But Ratchet had gotten a reaction out of him and that was an improvement. Not much, but it was a reaction, and he smiled warmly at him and put a servo on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly and said.

"Don't talk like that, Hide. You'll get over it, I know you will. You're stronger than this and you." He blushed slightly and added, smiling: "You'll find someone that loves you as much as you love them and who will want to be with you. This is not the end of the world."

The red mech didn't react this time, but Ratchet had gotten though to him and that was a good sign. He could still heal. He smiled and stayed with him, talking to him and gently stroking his forehead and cheek. Soon Ironhide was deep in recharge and Ratchet let out his real emotions. He felt slumped in sadness and worry, concern for his friend swelling in his spark ... and love. Primus below, he had loved Ironhide for at least as long as the other had obviously loved Optimus. Talking about unrequited feelings and missed chances, actually he felt like just laying down as well, but he didn’t. Instead Ratchet continued to caress his secret love's cheek as he shook with silent sobs and tears were rolling down his cheeks. He promised himself that he would get Ironhide back to his pedes and show him that he was still loved and cared for, no matter what Optimus or anyone else did.

"I promise, I won't let you down, Hide… ever…" he whispered and leaned down to place a kiss on his lips, light and soft.

*~*

Optimus was sitting next to the two cribs of his sparkling, stroking the tiny cheek of Silverstar lovingly, while deep in thoughts. The minuscule sparkling in the crib leaned on the touch and let out a little coo, still recharging, but feeling his mother-creator close.

"You are so cute, so precious… I could never put you in a world at war, my sweets. Never…" he whispered softly and the sparklings turned towards the source of the voice, even if he still slept.

Crimsonlight moved too to get closer to the panel, waking his twin in the process, and a tiny servo lifted to touch the transparent protective panel. Megatron chuckled at this and Optimus jumped slightly, turning to see his bondmate standing so close to him without he had even noticed his presence. The silver warlord leaned over the red and blue mech and also slipped a hand into the crib and stroke Crimsonlight's tiny helm, the sparkling cooing softly and leaning on the touch from his father-creator.

"Indeed they are. They are the most precious gift I could have ever dream off. I’d do anything for them" he sighed and continues to stroke his son gently. "I could take on the entire Decepticon army by myself…"

Optimus had a deep, intense look in his azure optics. He was staring intensely at his bondmate, while letting Silverstar play with his fingers. After a long moment of this he finally spoke up and his tone was both quiet and as hard as steel.

"Then we have to take down Starscream. It’s the only way we can ever have the peace we deserve. For the sake of our children, Megatron."

Megatron didn't answer right away. He was imprinting the features of his sons into his mind forever, in case he didn't came back from that battle that was about to take place.. Starscream was already a dead mechanism, but he also knew not to underestimate him and what bothered him the most was that he may not see his sons again.

“Count on me, Optimus. I will fight the traitor and terminate him. Starscream had gone too far this time and he deserves it.”

There was a little rumbling sound in the doorway, like the electronic version of someone clearing their throat and the two mates turned to see who was there. Thundercracker was standing there with an embarrassed and slightly saddened expression.

"Yes, what is it?" Megatron asked somewhat harshly, covering his embarrassment about having been caught red handed, as they said, and Optimus rolled his optics and nudged him gently.

Megatron snorted slightly and crossed his arms, still glaring at the intruder. Optimus knew he didn’t like it when he interfered and, by the way, this was their private moment and no one was admitted here to break it!

The blue seeker, nervous and ready to bolt away with the way Megatron was looking at him like he was his next kill, rumbled again softly before saying anything.

"Megatron, sir, I … I couldn't help but hear the last part of what you said. Please don't take it wrong, I was not eavesdropping!" he quickly explained as he saw the Decepticon Lord’s optics narrow dangerously, and he continued, looking at the Prime instead, because technically as Megatron’s bondmate they were now both his leaders to equal parts and Prime wasn’t known to just shoot at his submissive when he didn’t liked what they had to say. "I heard that you intend on killing Starscream and…" he took a long, deep intake before he continued, talking really fast: "You can't do this! Let me and Skywarp deal with him."

Megatron growled dangerously lowly and took a few steps towards the daring, soon-to-be-beaten-into-a-pulp seeker. He wasn’t known for his humour, but if this was supposed to be a joke it deserved punishment. From what he had heard the seekers had been the first to defect from the main base when Starscream took over, so what was this to them? Some kind of bizarre seeker game?

"What did you just say? I hope for your sake, Thundercracker, that I didn’t hear you right, because it sounded as if you just tried to give me, your Lord, an order."

Now Thundercracker looked pale and as if he was about to run off, when Optimus decided it was better to interfere. He stepped next to his mate and put a firm, calming servo on his shoulder.

"I’m sure he didn’t mean it like that, so give him a chance to explain himself."

He then turned to face Thundercracker with a kind, calm expression.

"What were you about to say, Thundercracker? Why shouldn't you let Megatron end Starscream's life? Usually I’m against such measures, but after all he did even I can’t see a better solution, even if this saddens me."

He narrowed his optics and tilted his helm, but his expression was still calm and kind, even if Megatron was silently steaming next to him. Thundercracker gulped loudly, but when Megatron remained at least where he was, he gathered all his courage.

"There is something me and Skywarp always kept hidden from you, my Lord. We ... we are bonded, Warp and I, and Starscream our son, the only sparkling we’ve ever had. We know he has done terrible things and we’d be the first to agree that he deserves punishment, but ... please, don’t kill him. You are also a creator now, my Lord ... can't you understand how much it would pain us to have our only creation terminated without mercy? I beg you, my Lord, don't kill him, please!"

At this point Thundercracker actually knelt in front of Megatron, all the way down with his forehead on the floor, waiting for either being blown apart for daring to speak his thoughts out or to be heard and hopefully understood.

Optimus' optics widened and even Megatron's harsh, angry expression faded slowly as well, but then hardened again and he said, trying not to sound too cruel:"Then it is your own fault for not raising him properly, Thundercracker. Starscream is a traitor and deserves to be executed! What he did this time was too grave to be put aside and forgotten after a casual beating, even you have to agree with that. I am sorry for your loss, but that is my last word on that."

Optimus winced and Thundercracker seemed to shrink down in front of them even further.

“Please, my Lord, don’t. He is a brat, but he's our son. We ... we already lost him in so many ways, I beg you, don’t take him completely away, please.”

Megatron’s hardened features softened a bit, but he turned away and went back to his sons, choosing to ignore the blue seeker. Seeing that Thundercracker was close to a mental breakdown Optimus slid to the distress flier and pulled him back on his pedes. He smiled reassuring and motioned him to stay where he was and keep silent, before joining his own bondmate, slowly. The Decepticon Lord ignored him at first, too, busying himself with their creations, who were irritate that their creators had first woken them only to turn to someone else, but forgot it fast when they got the already familiar, big servo to explore and play with as far as they could with their still limited motoring abilities and senses. He smiled softly at their soft coos, but it melt away when the Prime leaned into him just so much.

“Grant his wish, Megatron.”

“No. Everyone is someone’s child. I can’t make an exception now and Starscream deserves his.”

“That may be true, but who would this punish more, Starscream or his creators?”

The silver mech hung his head in defeat. Optimus was right, he knew that, had even before the other had started.

“Please. Just imagine it would be one of ours in Starscream’s place.”

Megatron winced slightly.

“I know, Optimus, and I do feel sorry for them. I’m not a monster, but what else am I supposed to do with him? Put him in a cage or permanent stasis lock? That’s not any better and someone could get stupid ideas and let him lose again.”

“How about something alternative? Look at him, Megatron. Can you really do that to him, them?”

Only after he had glanced of his shoulder Megatron noticed he had made a mistake, but then it was already too late.

“Damn it, why do you have to make me so soft?”

Optimus replied nothing but just smiled behind his mask and the other felt it through their bond.

“We have half a dozen scientists at our hands. I’m sure they can come up with something” he suggested. The other grumped, then turned back to Thundercracker, straightening himself as did the seeker.

“Fine” he said. “I’ll think of a way, but don’t mistake that for a weakness or compassion, because for Starscream I have none left. I am just reluctant to have two of my seekers disabled for who knows how long because of grieve over such a pit spawn!

Maybe we can turn him back into a sparkling. He’d be still alive but no treat anymore" he added more to himself, the refocused on the seeker.

“What are you still standing here? Go and tell your glitch of a bondmate that I’ll grant your wish.”

He let out the “if we can find a working alternative” part, but Thundercracker got the message nonetheless. That of course didn’t make his relieve and gratitude falter the least and he bowed and thanked them many times before leaving to no doubt run straight to Skywarp and tell him the good news.

“I dare you!” Megatron said once they were alone again, turning back to Optimus.

“To do what, oh mighty and feared leader? Say that the sparkless and uncompassionate Slag-maker isn’t as uncompassionate and sparkles as he would like to believe?”

“Will you shut up? And for the records: I just have enough of whining seekers, period. I wanted to make him shut up and leave me alone and I archived that.”

"Of course, Megatron whatever you say!" Optimus laughed and ignored the death glare the other shot him. That he also knew that Megatron didn’t enjoy fighting and killing and that couldn’t stand the thought of another parent in despair anymore than Optimus could the red and blue mech kept to himself. No need to provoke the other to the limits of his patience.

*~*

In the end Megatron stuck with his idea of turning Starscream into a sparkling and Perceptor, Wheeljack, Ratchet and the Constructicons were all gathered in the meeting room to discuss how to approach the matter. Shockwave and Soundwave ... well, they would certainly have been a welcome addition to the team, but they were currently untraceable and actually had no one any real desire to actually find them since Megatron had succeeded once. He had build up a surprising tolerance towards most things, but that didn’t mean he was so keen on walking in on them again and with the Cassetticons alone in the rec room ... no. If it became apparent that the pair was needed they could brief them about the topic later.

The scientists reacted very differently to the news of what Megatron wanted them to do. Perceptor was thoughtful and probably already calculating the probabilities of success and the best way to achieve it, Wheeljack was excited by that challenge, Ratchet was only glaring in disbelief and the Constructicons were already chatting between them about how to proceed.

"So, would you be able to achieve that in less than a week? That's all the time we can allow you all before we have to go back to Earth" Optimus said, looking at all of them with expectation.

"Of course we can! I'm already on it, Optimus!" Wheeljack said with enthusiasm and Perceptor nodded.

“In theory it is very simple. All we need is a protoform and a safe way to relocate Starscream’s spark, memory chips, what brings me to the tricky thing. It’s not easy to reset behaviour scripts on sparkling behaviour, possible, but complicated.”

“And there is a reason we medics always refuse to admit that it’s possible to delete memories” Ratchet grumped. “Memories are very linked-up, depending on the memory itself. If we delete one it could cause a chain reaction that destroy everything connected to it, but it’s also possible that nothing happens.”

“Can’t you just completely erase his memories?”

“Then we could spare us the trouble and just shot him. I’m not gonna explain the connections between spark, memories and processor to you and don’t get me started about spark regeneration!”

"I think this is possible” Perceptor interfered. ”We'll need some equipment and pieces to work on and built the machine, but I already read about the principle of spark regeneration and I’m sure with some further study we can work around those same principles to rejuvenate one.”

The small scientist was starred at, but after a moment Wheeljack happily wrapped him up in a discussion about what kind of machine they probably would need, while Ratchet just pulled a face and sunk deeper into his chair.

As Megatron went to talk to the Constructicons Optimus leaned closer to the disgruntled medic.

"What is the matter, Ratchet? You seem to disagree with that proposition, what is bothering you?"

The ambulance sighed and then shook his helm with a sad and at the same time angry expression.

"I'm concerned for Ironhide, Optimus. He is in a terrible condition and I don’t get how you can come through for Starscream. What he did was absolutely unforgiveable and I absolutely don't feel like giving the slagger any chances when I can’t do anything for Ironhide!"

Optimus was a little taken aback, but the way Ratchet had been taking care of Ironhide and the awful state the mech was in let him with a bad taste on the back of his throat. It was partly his fault, that he didn’t deny, but if the red mech had told him about his feelings earlier ... no. He wouldn’t go back to brooding about what couldn’t be changed anymore again.

Optimus shook his helm.

"I’m not doing this for Starscream, but because I for his creators, and you are doing a great job with Ironhide. I trust you to get him back to his pedes in no time, old friend." He smiled sadly and out a hand on his shoulder, but Ratchet only snorted dismissively.

"Well, I'm glad that you think so highly of my skills, Optimus, but it will take time. The kind of shock and depression he slipped into won't heal itself. But he's a bit better, I think. I got an answer from him today."

"That's good, Ratchet. I'm glad that he's finally pulling out of this, I really am." Optimus said in a warm and comforting tune. Ratchet sighed deeply and shook his head, then he looked at the chatting scientists and engineers and smiled at the sight. His friends were already drawing some quick plans and putting ideas on the table as how to proceed. Then he looked back at Optimus.

"Fine, I’ll do what I can. They'll need me to tell them if the procedure is safe and I don’t want anyone else to suffer, because you two decide to go again all that is good and proper, and because it will piss off Megatron royally when Starscream survives this!" he said firmly and then joined the others in the preparation. Megatron came to stay besides Optimus, noticing the glare the Autobot medic shot him. He returned the look and the white and red mech snorted before returning his attention to the conversation.

"He doesn't like me at all, hm?" he chuckled and Optimus looked at him with a little smirk.

"That is an understatement, he'll get used to it in time. He's just worried about many things right now."

In that moment an alarm sounded though the base and the two leaders shared a short, worried look before bolting out of the room to go to the command centre, where Shockwave and Soundwave were already working on the consoles with the Cassettes helping out. Optimus stopped Rumble as he ran past them.

"What's happening?"

The small mech only stared at him and didn't answer and Megatron rolled his optics at the youngling's idiocy. He had been under the impression that he had made clear that Optimus’ word was as much law as his unless he said otherwise. The Autobots were a different matter, but that was because Optimus had had a completely different reign over them from the beginning and the silver mech didn’t have the patience to work the levels of mutual trust as long as he could get the job done as things were right now.

"Answer him!"

The tiny Cassette glared at Megatron, but then resigned to his fate and answered to the both of them.

"Someone has activated the space bridge from Earth! We can’t say who’s coming through right now."

Optimus and Megatron looked at the space bridge slightly worried. Seeing that Starscream should still believe that they were dead they hadn’t expected an attack anytime soon and thus weren’t ready yet. At least for a while the space bridge was comparably easy to defend, but that depended on who or what came through it.

Suddenly Thundercracker and Skywarp bolted into the room, looking as if they already knew exactly what was happening, but no one had time to say anything when the door started to part and when they finally were wide open, all the mechs in the room looked inside the cabin with amazement, except for Shockwave and Soundwave, who only looked as neutral as ever.

In the end it was Ratchet who put in words what everyone present thought.

"What the Pit?!"

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