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What Tomorrow Holds	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a Fanfic, I made no profits from this, and I do not own the characters or contexts didplayed here. Transformers and all related characters are hasbro/Takara's.

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Disclaimer : Transformers © Hasbro/Takara. I only own my OCs Silverstream, Redstar, Darkwind, Amberjewel, Lightcloud and Swiftstrike.

A/N: There will be no smut in this chapter, but there is MPreg and Slash, so don’t read if you’re not into that kind of things. Also, an angsty chapter, dark and sad. The plot’s deepening…

What Tomorrow Holds

Part 1: Escalation

Chapter 3: Joy and Sorrow

In the meantime, elsewhere…

“Shockwave, Sir?”

The purple mech turned from the station he was working on to face the mech that had spoken to him. His single optic was brightly shining in the center of his faceless figure, hiding any kind of emotions or reaction whatsoever. If he does have any reaction at all, which was questionable. The mech was well known for is coldness and emotionless behaviour. He always seems to be unaffected by the events around him, concerned only when the matter reach his current goal and interests.

For the last vorn or so, the mech had played a double life in the new Cybertronian order. In one hand, he was still working for Megatron as the Lord Protector of Cybertron, occupying the position of third Lieutenant, behind Soundwave and Prowl. And he had always done his duties well and efficiently, never receiving any complaints or bad comments on his job. Only praises and appreciations. And that was quite ironic, knowing than the mech was the instigator and the main Leader of the Terrorist organization that was threatening Cybertron and Earth for a vorn now.

If Megatron, or any other mech around him, were to discover that fact, he will have to hide and run, being hunted like a mere criminal. He will not allow such a thing to happen. He had been very carefull not to let any clues of his identity or his plans for Prowl to find out. Yes, he knew than the ex SIC of the Autobot army was now First Lieutenant in the CSD, second to Soundwave. And that he was the one in charge of the investigation concerning his organization. Knowing the cleverness and the cold logic the mech was famous for, he knew better than let him any sort of clues to work on.

And until now it had work quite well. And if his plans follow the same pattern for only a couple of vorns longer, he would be Master of Cybertron. But Shockwave was a patient mech, and he will wait as long as he had to. There was no point in rushing things. It’ll only increase the risks of errors and that wasn’t a good thing at all.

Answering the mech that had spoken to him, the purple gunformer seems as cold as ever.

“What is it?”

“The new attack is ready to be launched, Sir. They only need your approval to begins.”

The mech was a tall, red and black figure, with wings and vents. A Seeker, obviously, and Shockwave Second in the organization. He was standing tall and motionless, hands behind his back, waiting for his master’s answer.

“Do it.”

The other mech nodded and left, leaving Shockwave alone once again. The mech reported his attention on the station he was working on, and on the screen, a view of Washington DC, Earth, could be seen. There was the place when the new Planetary Concil on Earth was settled for twenty years now. And the target of Shockwave new attack…

Once it was done, nothing will remains of the proud, beautiful human city but a crater…

“All is working as planed. After that, the Humans will not want any further contacts with Cybertron, blaming them for their losses. And I would lauch the next phase of my plan…”

The mech let out one of his rare and disturbing chuckles. It was cold and dark, showing no traces of any emotion beside the harsh and cold logic behind his reasoning.

oOo

CSD Building, Iacon

After Soundwave had tell them what he had discover in the prisoner mind, Megatron and Optimus stayed still and silent for a while, apparently shocked by the news.

Megatron was boiling inside, enraged by that treachery. If it was true, then they had a real, big problem on their hands. Bigger than they had thought until then. Shockwave was Third Lieutenant, and the head of the Intelligence Service, for Primus sake! He had access to information and resources to challenge his own! That was spelling trouble big time. He clenched his fists on his sides, barely containing his rising anger, optics ablaze like the Pit. When he gets his hands on that Pit-Spawned traitor, he will have Hell to pay, and more! He had always had trust and respect for the faceless mech back in the war, and he was the last he could have ever thought as a traitor. He seems completely loyal and devoted to the cause, then.

But that may be the problem… he may had been too devoted and didn’t wanted the war to end. Why was the question he will have to ask him? Why was he willing to wreck havoc on Cybertron, and threatening Earth too, to reignite that eon-old conflict? On the Lord’s optics, that didn’t make any sense. Unless Shockwave had had an agenda of his own all this time, right under his Master’s noseplates… He turned to se Optimus in a thoughtful stance, optics dimed in concentration as he was thinking. On his part, the red and blue Semi had never know Shockwave very well, and the prospect of him being the mech behind all that violence wasn’t that shocking. Like all the Autobots, he had known him as a cold, logic and emotionless mech, harsh and cruel, showing no mercy wathsoever.

“Shockwave… You know, I’m not that surprised. The mech had always been a monster of cold logic, harsh and cruel, back in the war. The personification of the perfect Decepticon, if I may say. The fact that he may have had his own agenda wasn’t surprising. Not that much, though.”

Optimus had said it in a calm, collected tune, seeming to take it quite well. But then again, he was the Autobot Leader, and he had not know the mech as well as Megatron. And Megatron had not known him as well as he had thought, obviously.

“Shockwave had always been loyal to me. I had never thought him as a potential traitor. It was why I let him in charge of Cybertron when we had left to Earth, and he had done a good job as Guardian. I had never had to complaint about him ever. Maybe he was too perfect in a way… Well, wathever the answer is, we will have to ask him once we caught him. And I have a lot of questions for him…”

Megatron’s tune was harsh and dark as he say that, letting very little doubts about the way he intended to deal with the traitor once they have him. Optimus almost pity him because he was in for a very hard time… Megatron could be very bitter and hell bent to get revenge when he wanted to. And in that case, he will certainly want to have his share of the mech’s fate when the time comes.

At that moment, Megatron communicator beeped, letting him know that he had an incoming transmission. Asking to be excused, he turned his back to the two other mechs and answered the call. His pump lost a beat and his energon run cold in his lines when he heard ratchet’s voice, sounding worried and deeply serious. It couldn’t be something good…

“Megatron, Sir you should come back immediately. It’s an emergency.”

“What is it? Is Starscream alright?” Asked the silver giant, worried.

Whatever else could it be? Starscream was about to give birth, he was sure of that, but hearing the medic’s tune, something was wrong. Very very wrong…

“You must come back. I’ll tell you more once you’re here.”

When Ratchet wasn’t being direct and grumpy, he was deeply worried, and it was never good when the best medic on Cybertron was worried about a patient well-being. Megatron clenched his fists and answered between tightens jaws, a dreaded feeling running through him. Starscream was in trouble, and he could feel a ping of pain and fear through the bond if he concentrates. Something must had been going bad with the sparkling…

“I’m on my way.”

He left the room in a hurry, not even noticing than Optimus had followed him after apologizing to the Security Director for the hasty leave. The travel back home had only taken half the time it would had in normal circumstances, but Megatron didn’t bother to follow any circulation rules, and he took the quickest way. Optimus was a little more careful and took more time to reach the destination, though, even if he had guessed, seeing the Lord Protector’s behaviour, than something was wrong with Starscream. The mech was about to deliver, that he knew, but he had never known about the complications Starscream had had during pregnancy this time. All his brother had said him was that Starscream was to be monitored more closely due to the unusual size of the sparkling. Maybe that was what had caused the commotion, then. But whatever it was, Megatron was taking it very badly.

oOo

Lord Protector Estate

As soon as he arrived to the estate, Megatron was greeted by a slightly panicked First Aid, Ratchet’s young assistant. The smaller white and red mech was waiting for him outside the gates and lead him inside quickly, the silver Lord being more and more worried as they walked.

“So, can you tell me what is going on AT LAST?” Finally snapped the mech to the small medic, crossing his arms nervously across his broad chest.

They had reached the door leading to Megatron and Starscream’s personal quarters, and he felt a cold fearful chill run down his spinal unit when he hear a loud, pain-filled scream from the other side of the door. That scream sounded like someone was being torn to piece in there and he couldn’t help it but rushed inside the room in haste, pushing the younger mech aside easily. But he was quickly stopped and prevented to go further by Ratchet, who had suddenly appeared in front of him and pushed him firmly out of the room. Megatron only had a glimpse of what was happening, and he almost fainted at the horrifying sight. Starscream was lying on the berth, covered in energon, is abdomen was partially open as if in the middle of a caesarean cut, apparently in great pain. He had never saw that much energon splattered from a mech. It was all over the room, on the berth, on the mech lying there, on the floor beneath the berth and on the medic himself… Ratchet took a moment to shout at his assistant before rushing back to Starscream’s side.

“Take care of him! I don’t want him inside that room!”

And the door slammed shut in his face as another agonized scream rises from inside. It was that moment that Optimus choose to make his appearance, running down the hallway after he had heard that frightening scream. He looked worried too and was about to say something when they were all cut clean by a last, long, horribly oganizided and loud scream. They both cringed and shivered. What the Pit was going on inside that room?! It almost sounded like Starscream was being tortured to death! First Aid had to grab Megatron’s arms to prevent him to rush in the room, the little mech having problems to do so seeing the height and bulk difference. Snapping out of his shock, Optimus helped him and tried to talk to Megatron, to cool him down and kept his mind off what was happening inside.

Another two agonizingly long hours later, finally, the screaming had stopped and the silence returned to the estate. Megatron was pacing like a caged beast in the hallway, Optimus having stated him as a lost cause more than an hour before and stopped trying to calm him down. The yound assistant medic had been called inside not long after Ratchet had banned Megatron from the room, too, and there had been only the two brothers until then. Megatron was a mess, though. He was so nervous and scared than he was overheating, a little vapour lingering around his frame as he was walking restlessly. Optimus took the opportunity to talk to him again.

“Please, calm down, brother. If the screaming had stopped, it must be a good sign, meaning that it was over, now. You would be able to hold your daughter soon. I’m sure they’re both alright in there.”

At that moment, the door opened and Ratchet appeared on the threshold. He was literally covered in energon, his arms, hands and chest being the worst tainted. The sight was quite frightening, he looked almost like he had half of Starscream energon on him…

“You can come in, now, but I warn you: the sight isn’t pretty. There is energon almost everywhere… But I suppose that the fearless former Decepticon Leader won’t be shaken by a little energon, huh?” Tried to joke the medic feebly as he let the two mechs come in. Then, he put a hand on Megatron shoulder and led him to a quiet corner of the room. “May I have a word with you, my Lord?”

Megatron nodded, his optics locked on the form lying on the berth. Starscream was cycling loudly, his cooling system working hard to maintain his temperature down. He was covered in energon, even more than before, and his plating had been removed from his abdomen and upper legs. He looked frail and fragile like that, and his dark face was pale, apart from two red spot on his cheekbones. He was awake, though, and holding in his arms their little Femme sparkling. The infant was in recharge, though, and the Seeker looked like he was about to follow her soon. His attention was brought back to the medic when he spoke again, in a low, calm and collected tune, very professional.

“Starscream had a very difficult, and quite damaging, delivery, Megatron. He had almost died twice during the process; I’ll be honest with you, both from the loss of energon and the stress of the sparkling’s sheer size. Just as I feared, it wasn’t without consequences for him. I…” He took a pause then, apparently scared of the reaction of the Lord when he told him the last part. He sighed and continues. “I had to remove entirely the gestation chamber after the birth. That was what had taken so long after the actual birth, and unfortunately, as you had heard, I couldn’t sedate Starscream to do so. It was too risky. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

Megatron, still numb and shocked by all that had happened that day, looked at the medic in confusion, a blank look in his optics. Ratchet, understanding than the mech was in shock, put a reassuring hand on his shoulder and smiled warmly, before speaking again, slowly and clearly, like he was talking to a sparkling.

“I had to remove Starscream’s gestation chamber for his own good, because the sparkling had damaged it beyond repairs. That means that he won’t be able to carry ever again. He his sterile, Megatron.”

Finally, a light of understanding brightens in Megatron’s optics and he looked at the medic in disbelief. He slowly lifts a hand to his mouth and covered it, shaking his head in denial. No, It couldn,t be! When Ratchet had told him that Starscream couldn’t carry again, a couple of months ago, he had though than maybe, in time, he could find a way to heal that, and change the situation, but if he had to remove the chamber, then… It really meant than Starscream was sterile for good. There was no going back now.

“Sterile? You mean… completely and definitely sterile? Isn’t there a way to replace the damaged chamber?”

“I’m afraid no. There is no way I could do that. The damage was too extensive and the, spreading to the surrounding systems and preventing such an operation.” He tried to sound like it wasn’t that bad, like all would be fine once the situation was accepted, but he sounded a little void, hollow. “I did have a solution for you if you ever wanted another sparkling, Megatron. Yours is still there, and you’re a healthy mech. Think about it…”

Slowly processing the medic’s words, Megatron blinked comically a couple of times, not quite understanding what he was saying. What was he talking about? His what? Then it hit him and he couldn’t help but stared,, mouth agape in shock at that thought. Him, the Mighty Megatron, Lord Protector of Cybertron, carrying a sparkling? Wouldn’t it look a little… awkward? He tried to imagine himself with sparkling and failed miserably. It was way too bizarre. But then again, the medic was right. He did have the components required and a perfect health to carry a sparkling if he wanted to. He unconsciously put a hand above the spot where his chamber was situated and had a thoughtful look. Well, that wasn’t such a disgusting idea, just… awkward, and bizarre.

“You mean… I could carry next time? Wouldn’t it be a little bizarre for me to do so? After all, I am the Lord Protector, the former Decepticon Leader, and I don’t quite fit in the role of a “mommy”…”

His try at a joke made the medic twitch a little smile and he seems amused by the reluctance of the mech to consider such an option. In Ratchet’s opinion, it was only natural, if you have the component required in your system, to at least try that once in a lifetime. It was an unforgettable experience. He had had three sparklings that he had carried himself in the past, and was quite well with that. Megatron public image will heal in time after a whle if he decided to go on and try it in the future.

“Any mech could carry. You must try it at least once in your function to understand what it means. For what it’s worth, my Lord, I won’t think any less of you if you were to do it some day. Even if I did admit that it may look awkward…”

After that, Megatron thanks the medic and goes to his bondmate’s side. He holds his hand on his own and kissed him gently on the forehead. The mech was barely awake; a pained, glazed looks in his optics. He looked so weak, so fragile, as if he was about to shatter to pieces any moment. He was holding their Femme sparkling in his arms possessively yet tenderly, as she was recharging peacefully. Megatron took a good look at the red and gold femme, noticing her long limbs, slender frame and large wings. She had a beautiful tiny face, which looks sharp and angular, like her father’s, but with the roundness of the sparkling. Her optics was closed, metallic plated covering them and off-lined, so he couldn’t make out their color yet. He leaned down and caresses a little, soft dark cheek. She had the same faceplates color than Starscream, a dark grey shades, that was fitting her stunningly. She cooed softly and clicked in her sleep, shifting in Starscream’s arms a little to lean in the gentle touch, recognizing her father’s spark close to her.

“Hey, love. How do you feel?” Asked Megatron after that, optics still locked on their little Femme.

“Like slag…” Was the exhausted answer. “I feel like I had a ten round fight with Devastator and lost…” He chuckled weakly.

At last, he still has his sense of humour, and that is a good sign. Megatron chuckled too and kissed him gently on the lips. They hadn’t even noticed than Optimus had left the room with ratchet and First Aid, wrapped as they were in the moment. Starscream yawned widely, his grip on the sparkling loosening as he does. Megatron grabbed her and cradled her to his chest then, relieving his mate from that burden. She didn’t even twitch… She was fitting perfectly in the crook of Megatron’s elbow, as long as his forearm. She was indeed a big sparkling… much bigger than the triplets had been at birth. She grabbed one of his fingers in her recharge and squeeze tightly, sighing softly.

“I’m sorry, Megatron…” Said Starscream, suddenly, and he had tears in his optics. He looked so sad and broken…

“Why? You have nothing to be sorry about, my beloved. Nothing at all.”

“I… I’m won’t be able to carry a sparkling anymore… I’m sterile.”

Megatron leaned down and wrap an arm around his mate to soothe him. He had sound like something had been ripping from him, something important and dear to him. Megatron knew than Starscream was a very happy mother-creator, and than carrying was a wonderful experience, and it pained him to see the hurt and sorrow in his optics.

“I know. Don’t worry; it’s not important right now. I still love you no matter what.”

Starscream smiled a little sad smile at that, but it wasn’t doing him much good, though. He felt tears pouring down his cheeks and he let his head fall to the side, not looking at his bondmate anymore as he sobbed quietly. Sensing her mother distress, the little Femme awoken with a wave of clicks and chirps, cooing away loudly as she peered down to her mommy. Megatron shushed her gently, rubbing the newborn infants little cheeks and helm. He could feel Starscream’s sorrow and distress through the bond, and it pained him deeply.

“Shhh, shhh… It’ll be alright, I promise you… There is a solution, you know, if we ever want another sparkling, my beautiful star.” He whispered softly in his mate’s audios, kissing him gently again, trying to soothe his pain away.

“There… There is? How is it? I didn’t have a gestation chamber anymore...” Said the saddened Seeker between sobs, and a hint of hope had light in his optics.

“Yes, Ratchet suggests this to me. If you couldn’t carry a sparkling anymore, I can. And I’ll do it for you anytime, my star.”

Starscream stared at him in complete awe, dumbfounded by those words. Megatron was telling him than he could be the one carrying next time. He had stopped sobbing, even if tears were still pouring down his faceplates. That was one of the most wonderful thing Megatron had ever told him! He knew well what the ruthless, harsh mech would be going through if he ever does such a thing. His ego and reputation would take a hard hit and go to the Pit and back. And that made that proposition even more wonderful because of that sacrifice it implied. Starscream tears had transformed from sorrow to joy, then, and he wrapped his weak arms around his mate neck in a thigh yet feeble embrace, sobbing softly in relief.

“That’s… That’s wonderful, love! I would never have asked you for that… Ho I love you so much!”

“I know my beautiful star. I’ll do anything for you, even the craziest things…”

The sparkling reach a hand and touch her mother-creator cheek softly, cooing and chirping happily at the changes she had felt in her creators’ sparks. Starscream smiled and kissed her gently in the helm. Now than she was awake, Megatron saw than she had the most beautiful optics he had ever seen. They were a warm, deep shade of amber, and shining like precious jewels. Yes that was it. The sparkling name, it was Amberjewel. It fit her perfectly.

“Your optics are like two beautiful jewels made of the purest amber, my lovely sparkling… Yes, Amberjewel, that is your name…”

oOo

Washington DC, USA, Earth, in the meantime

It was a beautiful in the new Earth capital. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was a deep shade of blue. There was a smooth, cool breeze coming from the ocean not too far away in those latest days of September, as the autumn was finally there.

There were peoples everywhere, walking down the streets in Downtown or sitting on the parks, children playing and women making their purchases in the stores. The buildings were crowded as it was two in the afternoon, on a working day, and the Planetry Concil was probably one of the most crowded place, was it by the peoples working there, tourists or citizens that had to come there for some reason.

In the city were also situated all of the most important embassies and other foreign government facilities. The most frequented and popular to the Humans was certainly the Cybertronian Embassy; which was always occupied by a little team of robots to keep the contacts with the humans open. And that day, as it was a very beautiful and warm day, the crowd was even bigger.

It was when that happens, at two hours thirteen minutes in the afternoon, that twenty-fifth of September, on the new Earth Capital. The worst tragedy that had ever strike the Earth since WWII. That started by a bright, intense light that seems to be everywhere, and for a split second, every living beings in the city froze in awe and amazement. But it was far from over, as the light was followed by a deep, low rumbling coming from beneath the ground, and then the earth started to shake more and more powerfully, until a tremendeous, extremely powerful explosion happens, the epicentre being the Cybertronian Embassy in Downtown Washington. In the aftermath, the few people that had survived the Washington tragedy couldn’t really recalled what had happened, because it had been too quick and overwhelming.

After the first explosion, the shockwave rolled through the city, toppling buildings to the ground and razing everything on its path. In a 4 miles radius from the original blast, there was nothing left standing. The amount of destruction and death was horrifying, for an entire city had been destroyed in the blink of an eye. Billions of deaths were to be counted, and thousands of wounded, mostly humans. The Cybertronian team that was posted on Earth at that time was obliterated, of course, as was the entire Planetary Council, which was in session that day.

The reaction from the Humans was quick, and a message was sent to their representatives on Cybertron not even an hour after the tragedy occurred, asking for answer, seeing than the explosion had first originated from the Cybertronian embassy. It wasn’t long before the words reach Optimus Prime’s audios.

oOo

Lord Protector Estate, Cybertron

When his comlink biped, he was still talking with Ratchet outside his brother’s and Starscream’s room, on the Lord Protector Estate.

“Excuse me, Ratchet. I won’t be long.”

He then took a couple of steps to be alone and answered to call. It had been sent on the Red Channel, the one reserved for immediate emergencies.

“Yes, what is it, Ironhide?”

“Sir, you must come back to the Council immediately. A… situation… had happens on Earth earlier today.”

The rough and old weapon specialist seems nervous and a little scared, and that was enouh to make the red and Blue mech frowned. There was very few things that made Ironhide afraid, so the situation must be highly disturbing.

“I’m on my way. Give me half a cycle and I’ll be there.”

“Understood, Prime. Be quick, please, it’s very important… And bring Megatron with you it concerned him too.”

“I’ll be, don’t you worry. But I don’t think Megatron can come right now, though.”

“Well, all I can tell ya is that it’s a Planetary crisis brewin’ on Earth and that we need both of ya to sort this out. Anyway, if he can’t come personally, then we’ll open a channel with him so he could hear and see.”

“Thanks, Ironhide, he’ll be grateful for that, I assure you.”

After that he closed the link and got in the room again, to see Megatron holding Starscream’s hand as he had finally fallen into recharge. Ratchet had followed him, and he seems worried. He had heard part of what had been said and didn’t like it one bit. He stoped beside him and took a peek at the little bundle of blanket and sparkling he was holding. A beautiful Femme sparkling indeed… He put a hand on his shoulder and spoke gently.

“Megatron, an incident had occurred and we are needed at the Council Chambers. Would you come?”

The mech lift his optics from his newborn sparkling and to his brother, looking annoyed to be disturbed in such a time.

“I’ll prefer to stay here, if you don’t mind, Optimus. I’m sure you can handle it yourself. You are the diplomat and politician of the family after all.”

“Alright then, but by what I had understood, it was very important and highly problematic, if not dangerous. Ironhide had named it a Planetary Crisis on Earth, and he’s not the type to exaggerate. If you can’t come, a channel can be open so you’ll hear and see what’s going on. Is that convenient?”

“It’ll have to do, I guess… okay, then, I’ll wait for your call.”

Optimus nodded and squeeze his brother’s shoulder a little before leaving to the Council Chambers. Little did he knew than the next hours will count into the worst he had even had in his functions…

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