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Dinobot's Heritage	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > Beast Wars Views: 1879 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dinobot’s Heritage

Chapter 2: The clone and I

Two months later…

Rattrap woke up with a start, a scream caught in his throat.

He had a horrific nightmare. But… That doesn’t felt like a nightmare. In fact… And it was what was making the rat tremble and pant heavily; it felt more like something he was seeing from someone else’s optics. A vision, or something like that… And in this weird, disturbing dream, he saw many things. The first being Megatron standing in front of him in the dark, stormy night, and Waspinator was there too. And… he was sure he saw Depth Charge and Cheetor as well.

They were attacking the Predacons and trying to kill whoever he was seeing through. And a creepy, dreaded feeling wash through because… because the feeling he had, the presence he felt, was awfully akin his deceased lover. Dinobot was dead, though, so it wasn’t possible!

Was it?

‘Man, what an awful nightmare… I hope it was only that, a nightmare but… Somehow… I doubt it…’ He thought to himself and then got up with a groan, putting a servo on his now really swollen abdomen.

He felt a little movement under the plating and stroke the spot, sending the sparkling calmness and love through the creator-creation bond. As a small built bot, this pregnancy had higher risks of problems and complications then with larger, taller bots. He was a small and compact bot, and already, at five months along, he felt like a big fat plump. And he still had four months to go through before the delivery.

And of course, he had no energon dispenser in his room. He had to walk to the rec. room to get some. He grumbled and huffed, but got out nonetheless. He was starving. He needed more fuel than usual. And the little kick he got told him that the sparkling was eager for it as well, and impatient. He chuckled and strokes the platings again trying to soothe the unborn infant inside of him.

“There, there, calm down, will ya? I’m gonna get some energon, Aw’right? No need ta get all moody, m’ sweet…”

As he got into the rec. room, he heard conversations coming from the command center and, curiosity taking over as ever, the rat walked to the room and got in. Optimus, Silverbolt, Depth Charge and BlackArachnia were there and looking both nervous and worried. Deeply worried. He got Cheetor’s name along with attack and predacons. But what made him shiver as he finally got there was the last part. Some had been deactivated?! He entered then and asked, worried and curious.

“Was’ goin’ on?” he asked as he got in and all optics turned to face him. “Who’s been dactivated? Not da kid, I hope?”

Primal was the first to talk, and the two others shared a look that the rat didn’t liked in the least. He looked at the now obviously carrying rat and said, a hint of reassurance and forced cheerfulness in his voice.

“No one as been deactivated, Rattrap. Cheetor is… Missing for now. But we’ll find him in no time.” He said, but when he saw the clearly disbelieving and nasty look the smaller mech shot him, he added, with a deep sigh. “Alright, the kid’s presumed deactivated for now. But I doubt he is, in a way. I will find him, and I’ll make sure he is indeed deactivated before taking him for dead!”

As he said the last part, he shot the underwater Maximal a very obvious glare and the cold, harsh mech shrugged it away.

“Whatever. I told you what I saw. If you don’t believe me then it’s not my problem. The kid’s blown to bits, I told you. You’re not happy with it? Fine, I’ll just let you all sulk happily and got to do my own business!”

The large mech then brushed pass the other bots harshly, pushing them out of his way harshly, but he avoided pushing Rattrap aside as he got to him and walked around him instead to get to the lift. He shot a last look to the assembled maximals and huffed as he took the lift and left the Axalon. Rattrap looked at his retreating back and then back at his comrades. Silverbolt and BlackArachnia were sharing a look again and the rodent frowned, asking blumtly.

“Is it true, what Fish Face said? Cheetor’s deactivated?” he asked and then shivered as he remembered his dream.

The last thing he saw was the cheetah caught in an energy beam and screaming bloody murder… he got a nasty feeling that it wasn’t a dream at all, after all, and it was… creepy to say the least. The youth seems to be indeed in dire danger of deactivation as the thing exploded with him still caught in the Doomsday Machine from the Pit that Megatron and Waspinator had been manipulating. And as he was about to talk again, he got another sharp, overwhelming flash… I’m running in a forest, it is dark and stormy, I’m hunting something, I’m close, so close, I can smell it, yes yes YES… And then it stopped and he was on his back on the floor of the Axalon’s Command Center and everyone was around him with concerned expressions.

“Are you alright, my friend? You just passed out and were mumbling incoherencies…” Silverbolt said and Rattrap sat up slowly, grabbing his helm to stop the dizziness and make toe world stop whirling around.

“M’ fine…” He mumbled and then Primal helped him up to his pedes.

He had a concerned expression and… Slightly disturbed and worried as well. He led him to a seat and the rat sat with a thankful groan. The sparkling was agitated and moving around quite often tonight. As if he could sense his mother-creator’s own disturbed and confused feelings. And the weird things that were now going on. He put a servo on his swollen belly and stroke absent-mindedly, looking at Primal with a confused expression. The larger mech said, looking concerned for his soldier.

“You looked like you were in a trance for a moment there. And you were saying some very bizarre thing with a voice… Well it didn’t sound like your usual one. It was deeper and harsher.”

“You sounded like Dinobot! Exactly like him! You crept my out, vermin!” Cut the spider femme then and Silverbolt wrapped an arm around her waist.

Rattrap blinked a couple of times and gaped at the femme for a moment, dumbstruck. Primal shot her a nasty look and she backed away a little, shrugging.

“What? It’s the truth and you know it!” She spat a little harshly and then stormed away with a last undecipherable look for the rat. Silverbolt left after her.

Rattrap can only stare in awe, confusion, and sheer terror. Was he being haunted by his lost lover? Or was it something else? In the back of his Processor, he remembered the cells the predacons stole from him and shivered. What if they cloned Dinobot with the cells stolen from the sparkling? What effect could that have on him? Did a kinda bond existed between the clone and him because of it’s origin? Like with his sparkling?

So many questions… And so little time to find out!

oOo

Somewhere else, in the meantime.

The clone was brought to life only a cycle earlier and he was already on the hunt. He was stalking the beast that attacked his master and the Predacons on their temporary base. He was following the trail, and it was fresh and tasty. All of his senses were on high alert.

He didn’t really know where he came from… before he came to life on that machine, earlier, all was a blur, foggy and thick. All he knew was that he was the clone of a dead mech, a mech named Dinobot, so he called himself Dinobot II at Megatron’s recommendation. He thought there was a deeper meaning between the fact that he had to bear a dead mech’s name, but he wasn’t one to question orders. If Megatron wanted him to know, he would’ve told him.

As he ran, his transmetal body sped and jumped and reacted with precision and fluidity to his surrondings. His taste, smell and vision were sharper then any creatures of this planet and he was about to find his prey and kill it. Ho yes, he was so close… So very close… He thought about the fact that he had only half a spark… and the spark of a psychopathic bastard at that. Rampage… he already hated the fact that he didn’t have a spark of his because, oddly, it felt like something was deeply amiss. The ghostly feeling of a calling came to him through that parody of a spark a couple of times since he came to life and it was very disturbing… he was about to deepens those thoughts when he heard his query some distance in front of him.

He was about to pursue when he felt a very strong and awkward feeling and… I’m on a large room filled with Maximal’s, I’m with friends, they will help me understand, they will be there for me, but poor Cheetor is deactivated, no, that couldn’t be, not the kid, no… He came back to reality laying on his back and looking blankly at the foliage above him, growling and screaming something he couldn’t understand. The transmetal raptor jumped to his pedes with a startled and worried, slightly afraid groan, and he looked around frantically.

What in the Pit was that?! Where did it come from? It felt like he belonged where he was, like he knew the mech he was connected with for the briefest of times. But he didn’t know anyone apart from the Predacons yet! And that wasn’t a predacon’s optics he was looking through a click before. He growled deeply in both annoyance and worry. He pushed it aside as a glitch in his programming and resumed his hunt.

But when he came back to base without managing to kill or capture the beast later, he rethought about what happened and, somehow, felt a deep twinge of sadness and longing for this feeling, and the mech they were related to.

oOo

A week later, Maximal’s new base…

They had a new base now.

Since Megatron tried to take the Ark and destroy Optimus Prime to change the course of history in favour of the Decepticons, and therefore the Predacons, they had to move to the cave where the large Autobot ship had crashed. They had to keep it from Megatron’s reach at any price or time itself will be put in jeopardy.

And rattrap was far from happy about his new quarters. They were larger then the previous, yes, but the humidity and coldness of the bared rock was doing no good to his sparkling. He tried to complain to Primal, but the now very large bot was firm on the point that they had to stay there since the Axalon was destroyed for good. But that wasn’t even the worst… The constant attacks of the Predacons were starting to take a toll on everyone’s circuits.

Including his and his sparkling. They couldn’t recharge more the three or four cycles at times and refuelling was also becoming a problem. They had to find more energon soon to refill their empty reserves. At this moment, Rattrap was pacing restlessly the mismatched command center and grumbling in deep annoyance. Cheetor was on duty as well and he was starting to get dizzy from his companions restless pacing.

“Will you stop and sit down, Rattrap? It’s really annoying.” He finally spat and the rat turned to face him with a deep frown. “The more you walk the more energy you waste…”

“I know, Spots! I can’t help it! I’m STARVING, for cryin’ out loud! Dis lil guy needs nourishment and me too! And more then usual…”

He stroke his belly to calm the sparkling down as he moved around restlessly too, trying to settle him down. The cheetah looked at him with concerned and annoyed optics and then he reluctantly took a cube out of subspace and handed it to him. Rattrap looked awed at the cube, end then took it almost reverently. He smiled up at his young friend and said, thankful.

“Thank, Spots… I owe ya…” He downed the cube slowly and then sat down, the sparkling finally settling down.

“That’s nothing… You need it more than me.”

Always so cheerful and ready to help. Rattrap chuckled and then put the empty cube down. He thought about what happened during the last week and shivered, closing his optics tightly. He had knew for Dinobot’s clone the day after he had the first episodes of ‘visions’ and almost broke up in front of the two assembled armies. He knew exactly where that thing came from! It was from those cells Megatron stole from the sparklings a couple of months earlier.

He tried to reach for the mech but the bond they once shared was cut and didn’t exist anymore. It was only a void, hollow feeling in his spark, aching and pulling and hurting like the Pit. And that clone was… nothing like the original Dinobot. He didn’t have a spark on his own. He only had half a spark and the spark of a psychopath… He even tried to kill him, and Primal had to bodily drag him from the battle to prevent him from jumping in front of the transmetal raptor.

And now, a week after those events, he experienced a couple more of those episodes and that made him winder if, deep down, something was there. Some form of the bond they shared. Or even a twisted form of the bond he had with the sparkling. He had to fight the answers to those questions, and he decided that the best way was to meet the clone in neutral ground and… alone!

Maybe then, he’ll found out what was really going on… And get back his lover and the father of his sparkling!

-TBC-
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