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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

A/N: Yet another chapter updated! Last one I had so far! Enjoy! Now the chapters will be posted fully updated and beta-Read. I want to thank my Beta KiaKianara for her great work with this story and keeping up with me for so long!

Warning: None silliness and sparkling cuteness…

Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers. They’re own by someone else way wealthier then me…

Chapter 13: Brightening the future…

All optics widened at the sight in front of them. When the space bridge’s doors opened Starscream was indeed standing here, but he obviously wasn’t here to attack them.

After a moment of shocked silence Megatron burst out in laughter, which made many bots jump slightly in surprise, and Optimus said, looking not less surprised, but also very satisfied about the turn of events: “Well, I suppose that put an end to whatever plans you may had, Starscream.”

Said seeker, bound in what looked like a home-made restraining jacket, was spitting, cursing and hissing at the mech that had dragged him here. Astrotrain and Blitzwing, followed by the other Cons, were now standing in the control room and all, in a single, fluid motion, knelt in front of Megatron.

“Lord Megatron, we came to beg your forgiveness and pledge our allegiance to you and you alone! We all have been misguided by Starscream, but he lost his mind, so we bound him and now give him to your mercy as a proof of our renewed loyalty!” Astrotrain’s voice boomed powerfully, confident and humble above the chatter that had risen in the room.

The Decepticon Lord looked at his rebellious troops now kneeling in front of him and barked another cold, dry laugher before he answered, still chuckling.

“Well, that wasn’t unexpected. Starscream could never handle power. This is not exactly the way I pictured it to end, but good enough.”

He laughed again and knelt to be next to the spitting, crazed seeker and petted his helm mockingly gentle, removing his hand quickly when he was almost bitten.

“Down, Starscream!” he scowled the hissing ball of furious seeker and surprisingly, Starscream did cower and stopped his wild trashing. Instead he now tried to curl into a ball as good as he could with the restrictions and whimpered fearfully.

“Now that’s a good boy” Megatron said in a mockingly gentle way and petted the seeker’s helm again, when two other voices rose from the crowd of Decepticons.

“Megatron, please, let us take care of him! He’s our son…” Skywarp sounded almost desperate and was looking at his son with deeply worried optics. It was pure will that kept him from just running past his Lord “We’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again, I promise!”

For the first time since he was brought here Starscream seemed to really focus and even regain some sanity when he heard that voice.

“M-Mommy...? Mommy, pwease! S-Starry needs you! Bad mech hurt Starry… Pwease, mommy?”

It was pathetic to watch. The once proud seeker wailed and chirped like a little youngster, but the problem was that didn’t just act like one, but also sounded like a sparkling in despair. That didn’t make it less pitiful, but the miserable clicks were pulling even at Megatron’s protection programming and he usually had a good control over that. Skywarp and Thundercracker on the other hand didn’t even try and were at their son’s side in less than a heartbeat, not even waiting for their leader’s approval. Cradling the distressed Starscream between them they cooed and rocked him, completely ignoring that their creation was actually far too old to behave like this.

“Hush, Starry, Mommy’s here, no one will hurt you” Skywarp said in a quiet and soothing tune and Starscream whimpered a little and nuzzled his chest, apparently desperate to wrap his arms around him, but unable to because of the restraints. Obviously not thinking clear Thundercracker freed him and when the youngest seeker was free he instantly wrapped his arms around his bearer and buried his face in his neck.

Many mechs turned away embarrassed by that sight and the seekers’ behaviour. It was so unlike Starscream, but the obnoxious, loud-mouthed and egomaniac Decepticon SIC was nowhere in sight. There was only a shaking, whimpering and apparently regressed to sparkling hood mech clinging to his mommy for protection and love.

“How long has this been going on?” Megatron asked Astrotrain and the triple-changer shrugged helplessly.

“He was acting comparable normal until we tried to catch him. I believe he frizzed or something and after that he was acting like this. That was almost three hours ago and, if I’m allowed the comment, I don’t think he is faking it” the other replied wearily and the silver warlord nodded slowly. He had seen Starscream do many things, but this...

Shaking his head Optimus shushed the other Autobots out of the room as there was obviously no danger anymore and the seekers needed some privacy. He only gathered his scientist and engineer to know how long it would be before the rejuvenating machine would be ready.

“If everything goes according to what he have planned so far building the machine shouldn’t take more than two or three days, depending on how fast we can manage to gather the needed materials, but except for very few components that shouldn’t take more than a few hours” Perceptor told him and the Autobot Leader nodded, shooting a glance into the space bridge room, to Starscream and his creators.

“I want this over as soon as possible without rushing things, for the sake of all parties involved.”

The scientist nodded and left in a hurry to catch up with Wheeljack and Optimus returned to Megatron’s side. The control room was now empty safe for the two leaders and seekers. The silver mech had his arms folded and a neutral expression on his faceplates, but to his bondmate it was obviously that he didn’t know what to do anymore.

“Makes you wonder what else they might have kept from me. Primus damn it, I’m almost starting to feel bad for even thinking about breaking that family” he sighed in annoyance and turned to face his mate. “When will we be able to turn Starscream into a sparkling? He’s already acting like one, so it wouldn’t be much of a change anyway.”

Optimus chuckled and then looked at the three for a moment as Skywarp was now humming something and stroking his son’s helm soothingly, holding him close. He felt a little embarrassed, like he was seeing something he shouldn’t, but he was fascinated by the sight and couldn’t look away. Starscream was really a mess. Soon he pulled his mate towards the three and stood in front of them, Thundercracker acting like the responsible father creator and rose to talk to them.

“Megatron, sir, please don’t take Starscream into the brig. He’s no threat to anyone anymore and we’ll take care he won’t bother you again..”

Megatron looked at the two seekers still on the ground and sighed. Skywarp was looking at him with wide, pleading optics and the silver mech almost growled in frustration. He wanted to teach Starscream a lesson before he was turned to a sparkling, but in this state ... that would be like beating a sparkling and what use was it to punish someone for something he obviously couldn’t even remember. The red seeker looked up at him when he growled and then buried his face in his mother’s chest again with a frightened whimper. Megatron sighed and shook his helm. Cursed be Optimus and the effect he had on him.

“Fine. Take him back to your room until the rejuvenating machine is ready. I think he’ll be better in a sparkling’s body anyway, with the way he’s acting right now, but make sure I don’t get to see or hear anything from him until then.”

Optimus chuckled and he leaned forward to get a better look Starscream. The soon-to-be-sparkling seeker cautiously unstuck his face from his mother’s chassis to look at him and gave him a little, shy and through and through adorable smile and Optimus chuckled again and reached to pet his helm. He felt awkward and a bit ridiculous doing this, but found out that he wasn’t afraid of this Starscream in the least, despite what he had done to him. This wasn’t the mech that who had raped him, this was another mech entirely, who just happened to carry the same name and Optimus had faith that whatever had happened to this somewhat cute and frightened little mech to turn him in the twisted and cruel air commander would not repeat itself.

“Thank you, my Liege. We are forever in your dept” Thundercracker said and he bowed slightly.

“Don’t tempt me” Megatron growled for nothing but his own ego and the blue seeker bowed again, before taking his mate and son to their room.

*~*Three days later, med bay*~*

Starscream was curled up with his parents and Thundercracker and Skywarp were protectively standing each side of their wayward creation. The youngest seeker was Munching at the tip of his digit and looking around with his optics wide in worry and awe. His red optics were brighter than usually and he was clinging to his mother’s chassis tightly.

“Mommy? What is all that stuff?” he asked, pointing at the machine that was supposed to completely turn him into a sparkling in body, spark and mind. “Is for me?”

Skywarp hugged him closer and smiled as he nodded, while Wheeljack and Perceptor, as well as Hook and Scrapper were making the very last adjustments to the cabin-like machine. The red and blue seeker purred and curled closer to him.

“Yeah, it is, sweet spark. After this, all will be alright and we’ll all be a family again, Starry…” he said and kissed the top of his helm.

Megatron was looking at this with disbelieving optics. Although he had made allowances for the little family, he, along with most others, was still not entirely convinced this wasn’t some sort of plot from the seeker, as he was well-known for this kind of things, but Hook and Ratchet had both thoroughly examined him and came to the same conclusion: his regression and mental breakdown weren’t faked. Starscream’s systems had reset his mind frame on sparkling age. Even most of his memories that had been recorded after a certain date – why especially that date no one could say – had erased themselves and the rest couldn’t do more harm than give Starscream nightmares. All they would have to do was transplant spark and chips into the new protoform and everything would ... well, maybe not fine, but at least it would stop looking so ridiculous.

The Decepticon Lord sighed and shook his helm as Starscream let out happy little chirps when Thundercracker joined in the family hug. He nuzzled his father and clung to him as if he never wanted to let go and Megatron considered for a moment to just go and relieve Prowl from sparkling-sitting. At least the Autobot tactician had the processor to be honoured to be trusted with Megatron’s sons.

“We’re ready. The machine is set up and we are sure it’s harmless. Starscream just has to be put in and we can begin.”

“Alright then. How long will it take for the process to take effect?” Optimus asked and tilted his helm in curiosity, looking at the cabin-like device.

“We managed to reduce the time it will take to one breem. Anything longer could be harmful, the mental strain would make him break, but that shouldn’t happen.”

The engineer was confident and the others looked to agree with him. Optimus looked at Megatron, who was looking at Starscream in wonder. He hadn’t even listened to what the engineer was saying. Optimus put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed, wrenching the silver lord out of his thoughts.

“Megatron? We are ready.”

“Alright, you can proceed then!” he said and was still studying Starscream carefully. The seeker was now led towards the cabin by Perceptor and Hook, and he looked in apprehension at the big thing, reaching back to his parents, whimpering. He was afraid all of a sudden, and didn’t really know why. Mommy had told him it was safe and mommy was always right, but he couldn’t help it and that look the big silver mech was giving made him shiver in fear and cower, as if he was going to be hit square in the faceplates.

“Not wanna! Mommy! Not wanna! NO!”

He trashed and struggled to get free for their grip and he was a still strong and powerful mech, despite his now sparkling-like mind. He managed to throw them in the floor and Perceptor hit the nearby table as Hook was sent flying towards the wall. They didn’t take any real damage, only a little shaken, while Starscream ran back to his parents and hid behind them, looking with fear filled optics at the other mechs in the room.

Skywarp was a bit embarrassed, but then he turned to face his son and Thundercracker got behind him to stroke his wings softly. The black and purple seeker held his son to his chest and strokes his helm, shushing him softly. The strokes on his wings made Starscream purr and lean in the touch, relaxing until he was resting his helm on his mother’s shoulder. It only took a couple of more minutes and he was in recharge in his parent’s arms. Skywarp held him close to his chest and gathered him in his arms. Then he turned to face the two leaders watching the entire scene.

“Sorry for that. Starscream was always a cautious, easily frightened little sparkling. I’ll just put him in the machine myself. Then he shouldn’t panic.”

Megatron looked in both annoyance and a reluctant sense of adoration at the scene, snorting when it was finally over and the red and blue seeker was placed inside the machine and secured in it by the recovered scientists. Perceptor was still rubbing his sore aft and Hook his sore head, but otherwise they were fine and Starscream was recharging peacefully, oblivious to all of this. Finally the machine was powered; buzzing slightly the door closed and hid the adult seeker from view.

Megatron took a step forward, really curious about the outcomes of this. If Starscream is really turned back into a sparkling, then maybe he could think about keeping this machine for further uses, maybe for unrepentant criminals or maybe for patients that were suffering from an irreversible metal illness or something alike. The ethics were probably questionable, but that was of no worry to him. He would have to talk to Ratchet and Hook about this. It was at least worth a thought.

A few more minutes and the machine stopped buzzing and emitted a row of clicks and then a loud beep. Megatron took a few more steps towards the machine when the door started to part, and a bit of smoke left the pod. As soon as the pod was opened, the strange sound coming out of it was soon identified and Megatron, whom was the closer to the pod, got to the opened door and leaned to get a better look. The smoke finally cleared and he saw a tiny, curled form in the floor, wailing its tiny air pumps out.

“What have we here?” he asked with a little amused smile and took the tiny sparkling from the machine, holding it so everyone can see him. “Well, congratulation, it works! Starscream had never been cuter, but he’s still very noisy…”

He winced at the audio piercing shrieks racking the room and quickly handed the sparkling to its rightful caretakers. Skywarp was quick to take the tiny red and blue seekerlet and cradled him to his chest with a series of clicks and chirps. He was talking in seeker-cant, but whatever he said calmed the tiny mechling and he curled against his mother’s chest.

“Hush, Starry, mommy’s there” he cooed and Thundercracker came from behind him and wrapped an arm around his mate, looking at their tiny son. It almost felt like the first time, only that he was now more than ever determined to do this right.

After a moment Ratchet came over and asked, eyeing the little being carefully: “I will have to examine him before you can leave. Can I?”

Skywarp nodded and lay the sparkling in the med bay berth so the medic can examine him carefully. It didn’t take long to make sure that the sparkling was alright, then he let Skywarp take him back and they left the med bay, Starscream cooing and chirping away loudly in his mother’s arms.

Everyone just started to relax and congratulate each other on the success or the experiment – because frankly, that was exactly what it had been – when a spark-freezing scream echoed through the base.

True to their nature the Decepticons feared an attack, but Ratchet knew better and cursing at the top of his vocalizer he ran into the neighbouring room, not really caring if someone was following. With a pang of deep worry and concern he saw that Ironhide had somehow managed to fall out of the berth he had been laying on and was now curled into one of the corners, hugging himself, his optics wide with fear and anguish.

At that sigh, Optimus stopped dead in his tracks. Ironhide was one of his oldest friends and one of the strongest mech he knew, in body as well as in mind. To see him in such a state was painful in itself and knowing that he was partly responsible for this didn’t made things any better, on the contrary. He was feeling awful and wanted to do something, anything, to help heal his friend. Optimus saw the others gathered behind him and quickly dismiss them and closed the door. That wasn’t a show and he knew Ironhide wouldn’t have wanted to be seen like this.

“Ratchet? Can I do something to help you?” he asked quietly. The medic, kneeling next to Ironhide and checking him over, stopped talking to the red mech and shot a look to his leader.

“There is nothing more we can do that haven’t I already tried, Optimus. All we can hope for is to see him get better and pull himself out of this state” he replied sighing, stroking Ironhide’s head to calm him down while desperately trying to keep it together, but he couldn’t anymore.

“The truth is he isn’t improving at all. I know he said he talked to me, but he didn’t. He only said out loud what must be repeating over and over again in his head. At this rate it may takes vorns before he ever gets over this, if at all, and even that is a very optimistic prognosis. I don’t even think he can see me right now…”

Ratchet was at the edge of tears and that was just as disturbing as seeing Ironhide so broken and it was his fault and only his. Primus below, this peace really came for a high prize and there was nothing he could do, nothing, unless ...

Optimus stepped closer and helped Ratchet to lay Ironhide back on the berth, using to time to think this over once more. It was a bit farfetched and Prowl would have his skid plates for taking the easy way out, but he was running out of ideas and friends.

“Ratchet, this machine over there … was it designed for a single use or could it be used again?”

Ratchet looked at him in surprised, optics widening when he caught up in understanding.

“No, I mean yes, it can be used more than once ... do you really think that would help?”

“You are the medic. Listen, none of us ever took the easy way out, but ... I honestly can’t see another solution. It surely isn’t optimal and I wish I could make it right again, but this ... this isn’t a life either. Ironhide deserves something better.”

They looked at the red mech again, curled on his side and recharging restlessly, and sighed deeply again, stroking his helm.

“I ... I don’t see ‘traditional’ way to help him either and I can’t go on like this. From a medical point of few it certainly is the best for everyone involved, meaning mainly us three, but I have one condition, Optimus, and I absolutely won’t back down on that one”

“And what is it, old friend?”

“I want to be the one taking care of him. I want to be his caretaker, Optimus. That is non-negotiable and I won’t do it if you don’t grant me this little wish.”

He locked his optics with Optimus and crossed his arms, tilting his helm and waiting for an answer. Optimus shared a look with him and finally he nodded, agreeing to those conditions.

“How could I deny you this? When do want to go through with this?”

“Right now, Optimus, before I get second thoughts – and don’t start saying that we shouldn’t do it if I’m not sure. Now help me with the big sparkling here.”

If nothing else that lecture proved that the medic was indeed sure and telling himself that laughing was especially this situation completely inappropriate the red and blue mech scoped up Ironhide, who luckily didn’t so much as stir and carried him to the now almost empty main room. He was touched that Megatron had actually waited for him and grateful that the other only frowned, but didn’t do or say anything else. It wasn’t hard to guess what was going on and he had after all been present when Ironhide had had his breakdown.

A breem later Ratchet was cooing and chirping at a tiny red sparkling, that was happily sucking on his digits and maybe wondering who the mech holding him was and why he smiled and yet looked so sad, but otherwise oblivious to the pain and grieve he had been through because of the war and recent happenings.

Optimus chuckled, then took his mate by his arm and left the new little family alone.

All was going to be alright and the future looked brighter than ever.

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