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Forbidden Bond	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2813 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 4: Desperate situation

Optimus onlined slowly and painfully.

He couldn’t focus or remember anything of the recent past, only wonder why he was hurting so much, but at least the pain in his spark was gone and in his book that was an improvement. The second thing to reach his processor was the fact that he was laying on a hard but somewhat smooth surface, like his berth, but he was somehow sure that he was not in the Ark anymore.
Seeing that there was only one way to find out the Autobot-leader tried to sit up and online his optics, but found it hard to accomplish. A sudden pain exploded in his processor and made him let out a low moan, but eventually he was able to bring at least one optic online and take a blurry look around.

When he became aware of his surroundings Optimus really wished he hadn’t. He was in a small bedroom and, as he had first suspected, lying in a berth in the centre of said room. Other than that he saw a desk with a chair in front of it and a bedside table, nothing more. Nothing that indicated someone was actually using this room for anything, Just a bare room, very small, very depressive and most of all it was kept in a deep shade of purple. The cuffs and chains hanging from a big bolt in the wall keeping him on the berth were just the icing on the cake, as the humans said.

“What the …?” he thought out loud and then it all came back to him. He closed his optics, shaken by the realization that he had let Megatron fool him into a trap so easily. It had to have been a trap; the pain he had felt from the other side of the bond was completely gone as if it had never been there. Optimus couldn’t hold back a sob when he tried to imagine what his bondmate and co-creator of his sparkling – left aside that he wished neither to be true – wanted with him. He especially feared for the unsparked life. He wasn’t sure whenever or not Megatron knew about it yet, but he feared the worst.

Still, Prime wouldn’t have been Prime if he couldn’t managed to regain his composure fast when needed and if not now when then?
Circling air through his vents the red and blue mech forced his systems to calm down and examining his surrounding more carefully, but it was nothing but a waste of time. Ventilation shaft was of course far too small for him to use – heck, it probably was even too small for the mini-bots – and even if there would have been a window he still would have been stuck on this berth, because there was nothing in that room he could have used to free his hands and he highly doubted Megatron would make a greenhorn mistake like forgetting to lock the door.

Running a system check Optimus found himself in a considerable good shape if one ignored the lack of weapons of any sort and disabled communication systems. The warnings about lacking recharge and energon were to be expected, but at least the later would probably solve itself sooner than later. If his guess about Megatron’s intention toward him were accurate, he would take care to keep him properly fuelled for the sparkling sake. Since the other had already used their bond to trap him the red and blue mech didn’t hope for much, but he had no other choice.

To his great relieve he wasn’t mistaken this time. After eons of waiting that actually only lasted half an earth hour, Prime heard the door unlocked and watched as it opened. Like the mocking image of a caring lover bringing breakfast to their mate’s berth Megatron stood in the threshold, a couple of energon cubes in hands and a wicked grin on his faceplates.

“Ah, you’re finally awake, my dear! I already started to wonder if I had off-lined you for good, but I’m glad to see that I was wrong” he said and entered the room. Ignoring Optimus’ demands to know what was going on and where he was for now the silver Decepticon lord closed the door behind him and sat down on the edge of the berth, feeling smug yet also strangely offended when the others first reaction was to slip away from him and glare.

“Drink your energon.”

“Not before you answer my questions” the Autobot snapped back, although the intensive gaze of his captor made him shiver involuntarily.

“Oh, well, it was surprisingly easy, my dear Optimus” Megatron gave in, although one could hardly call it that with that devious grin and the barely contained smug pride clear in his tone.

“Say, did you even stop once to consider I may lure you into a trap once?
And about the where: you may or may not remember my little moon base project some time ago, when I tried to take control of earth’s communication, what you so kindly averted. That is where. So you see: any attempt of escape will be futile.”

The look of horror passing Optimus’ faceplates was worth passing the chance to put his prisoner into his place so the sliver mech decided to put up the ante.

“I doubt your little soldiers will be able to locate you here, don’t you think? So, how are we doing, this morning, Optimus?” he asked, laying a hand in the Autobot Leader chest plates.

“Don’t touch me!” the red and blue semi barked, pushing the silver talons away and himself flat against the wall.

“You ... you twisted, repulsive monster! From all the things I expected from you I never would have thought you are capable to step as low as to use the bond against me. That’s low and wrong in so many ways, even for you! I can’t even begin to tell you how much I hate you for that…”

“My, my, my, what a dirty mouth you have, dear bondmate!” teased the Decepticon Leader with a mocking hurt expression and added more darkly, with a twisted smirk “If you don’t watch your words, I’ll have to punish you.”
Optimus shot him a death glare and tried to kick him off of the berth, but the only thing he archived was to cut the cuffs deeply in the pliable alloy of his wrists and amuse Megatron with his trashing.

The Decepticon Lord let his captive burned off his rage until he was too exhausted to but put up much of a fight anymore. It didn’t take long with the energon still standing untouched on the berthside table and when his captive had stilled he took his chin and forces him to look him in the optics. Optimus’ attempt to defy him by looking away merely triggered a dark chuckle and with any further warning he laid down and kissed him hard, forcing his glossa in the other’s mouth. Realising with horror that his battle mask was gone, leaving him open for his bondmate – a word like acid now more than ever before – to do with him as he wished, the Autobot again tried to shake the silver mech off, withering and kicking, but to no avail. His cheeks burned with shame about his helplessness and that his spark started to call out to the other’s sickened him now more than ever, but he couldn’t help it. The glowing orb whirled faster in its chamber by the prospect of rejoining with its partner thanks to the unholy bond.

After what seems like an eternity Megatron finally broke the kiss and looked in his mate’s optics, lust in his optics, a hungry smile on his faceplates.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry, my Optimus” he whispered in the other’s audio, his voices dripping with lust and amusement when his mate shivered unconsciously at his words.

Optimus didn’t answer. He knew that he couldn’t do anything to stop Megatron from doing whatever he wanted to him for now and he refused to offer the other anymore satisfaction by begging him to stop. The red and blue semi didn’t want to show him how much he enjoyed the attention inflicted on him by the firm, silver hands, especially since it sickened him to no end, but he only knew how to ignore pain, not pleasure and so the Autobot couldn’t help but wither and moan when Megatron’s hands traced every part and seam of his body, arching into the touches, wishing the restrains gone for another reason than escape. Megatron was completely in control, exactly what the warlord had wanted to prove, although he probably hadn’t accounted on the effects this would have on him, too, but Optimus didn’t notice the Decepticon started to overheat just from touching his bonded. He just felt the claws tracing the seams beneath his windshield and experienced hands finding all the other sensitive wires until even the sick feeling about reacting so violently to touches he should hate, but couldn’t, vanished.

Prime felt his processor and less important systems starting to freeze up as the pleasure reach an intense and oh so pleasurable peak. Overload trashed through his systems just a moment before Megatron froze above him has he reached his own climax and then sunk down beside his mate, panting, his body clicking and revving has he started to slowly cool down.

Signing contented Megatron pulled the red and blue mech close and nuzzled his neck in a twinge of sentimentality, demanding touches unconsciously becoming smoothing caresses and Optimus wanted nothing more right now than die or vanish into thin air, because it felt so terrible wonderfully to lay beside his worst enemy like this.

“Hmmm … Someone ever told you what a processor blowing sigh it is to see you all restrained and helpless on this berth, my dear Optimus? So temping, I just couldn’t resist you” murmured the Decepticon Lord as he slowly recovered for his overload and added as if to calm the worry he felt over the bond that the Prime didn’t need to worry about the sparkling health.

”A little overload won’t hurt it.”

“I hate you. Why did you make me feel like this?” replied Optimus in a low and desperate voice, too exhausted to even feel ashamed for sounding so weak in front of his nemesis or try to shake of his arms. Actually he didn’t even want to, the lack of energon and recharge making Megatron feel warm to the touch and oh so comfortable to lean on, spark and sparkling content to be so close to the other.

“Curse you, Megatron. Curse you to the Pits.”

The silver mech didn’t even contemplate to tell his bondmate off. He had proven his point and Optimus was exhausted. Strangely unwilling to let go of the bearer of his sparkling Megatron sat up and took one of the cubes still lying on the table next to the berth. Holding Prime’s head he slowly fed the Autobot leader the first two cubes in silence. Optimus felt uneasy through the whole process, but even more irritated about how gentle and caring Megatron was all of the sudden, almost as if he wanted to apologies for forcing himself on him, or at least for the crude trap, but that was impossible and scaring. His processors must play him tricks and Megatron surely wasn’t also laying a hand on his check when he was done feeding and caressed it gently, looking at him with something the Autobot refused to recognise.

“I’ll be back in a while and let Soundwave check you and the sparkling. He’s loyal and knows what he does. Now recharge” Megatron instructed, the last words harsher than necessary when he noticed how mushy he sounded, and left, leaving Optimus to wonder whenever or not this had really just happened or not, but even the smallest chance that he had just imagined the greater part of this one sided encounter was better than no chance at all and maybe, just maybe, Megatron wasn’t as cruel and uncaring as he wanted everyone to believe and that provided the red and blue mech with enough hope for him and the sparkling to easily slip into recharge.

*~*

After two days of search the Autobots had still not found any trace of Optimus’ whereabouts and some were beginning to lose all hope they ever would. Still they refused to give up, because if they would Megatron would have won and they had to do everything in their power to prevent that from happening. They owned it Optimus and their cause to keep going and so they, but within the Autobot ranks one wouldn’t find someone else quite as eager to retrieve their missing leader as Ratchet.
The medic was still guild ridden about how he had threatened his old friend when he had learned about the bond and the sparkling. Sometimes he even got close to contemplating to find someone to hit him with his own wrench, but that were only really short episodes. Still, he would without hesitation take that upon him if only it would lead to the safe return of Optimus and the sparkling.

Not knowing anything about the condition of the matrix bearer and sparkling made him stir-crazy and grouchier than ever. By now the medic was already at a point where he voluntarily teamed up with the Twins for the search, but he remains uncharacteristically quiet through the whole ordeal up to the points where the brothers couldn’t take it anymore. After losing their leader seeing their favourite medic suffer silently was even for them too much to pretend they wouldn’t care.

“Come on, Ratch, what’s wrong with you? And don’t say you’re all right. You don’t even yell at us anymore, that’s definitely not normal” Sideswipe said, forcing the ambulance to pull over before he transformed, his yellow twin on the medic’s other side to prevent the stubborn mech from bailing out.

“I am fine. Now get lost and keep searching!”

“You’re lying and you know it as good as we do. You know we don’t usually offer anything, but you need to talk with someone and we are here, alone, so spill it” Sunstreaker grunted with folded arms, despite his words still trying to hide his worry behind the mask of a tough warrior.

“I said I’m fine! Now, get out of my way, you twits! I’m not telling you anything” Ratchet shouted, sped up and left the twins standing in his dust has he continued toward the city.

The Lamborghini disguised brothers looked at each other a little startled, but then transformed and caught up with him. They would let it slip for now, seeing that it was the first time since Prime had gone missing that Ratchet had almost acted like his old self again and for now they couldn’t do anything about it anyway. Couldn’t be that Prime was bonded to the old bin head now. Shocking, but the Hatchet had known that before, so all they could do was to keep their audios open and try again until they found out what had the other so on the edge.

*~*

The one most affected by the latest news concerning the awkward relationship between Optimus and the Decepticon Lord was Ironhide and no matter how level-headed others thought him to be he noticed fast that it run deeper than the feeling of anger and betrayal most had experienced when Ratchet and he had dropped the bomb.

Unwilling to watch whatever was bothering the weapon specialist eat away at him and the moral of the other Autobots the tactician cornered the other mech in the Command Centre after the second day and demanded an explanation for his behaviour, for Optimus’, the Autobots’ and Ironhide’s own sake.

“I fully understand that you feel betrayed, Ironhide. I assure you my first reaction had been the same, but you seem to take that far too personal, so please explain yourself” the Datsun requested half asking, half commanding. Desperately the red van tried to come up with something, anything to get out of this, which worried Prowl even more since usually Ironhide wasn’t one to just bail out, but while Optimus was absent he as his SIC was the commander and he wouldn’t drop this just because the other was unwilling to talk.

“I won’t ask you a third time, so please explain yourself.”

“I have nothing to say to you, Prowl, so back off!” was the angry reply, but the black and white mech wasn’t done yet.

“No, I won’t, Ironhide. Why do you take this news so personally? You act as if you were the only one betrayed and I want an explanation for that, now. Don’t force me to pull rank on you. I don’t want to. Primus knows I need everyone up and about in order to find Optimus, but I will put you in the brig, because right now your behaviour is more hindering than not.”

For a moment Ironhide seemed willing to test if Prowl really had the guts to pull with that threat, but then sighed and even seemed to shrink a little, looking more defeated and tired than Prowl had ever seen him. Whatever was troubling the weapon specialist had to have been on his shoulders for far longer than just these two days.

“Fine, I’ll tell ya, but don’t ya dare tell anyone else”

“You’ve got my word on it, Ironhide.”

Nodding the older mech leaned back, head resting against the orange wall.

“Ya know that I’m friends with Prime since ta very beginnin’ of ta war, don’t cha? Well, that’s prolly ‘coz ah never dared ta take it ta the next level. Ever heard of a big one way crush?”

Prowl’s optics widened at that. That really did explain a lot of things, like the strange looks Ironhide had sometimes given their leader when he thought no one watched, or how he always had Prime’s back both in battle and in conferences, and all the other things that by themselves seemed unusual. Still the mere the mere thought of Ironhide secretly loving Optimus all this time almost made the tactician’s CPU fritz and he backed up a little. The tactician found it hard to believe, but in the end it at least made more sense than Prime and Megatron accidently bonding and creating a sparkling.

“That ... is an awfully long time, and certainly explains your recent behaviours. I take it you never told him?”

“No, ah didn’t. He had more important thing ta do than worry ‘bout an old rust bucket like me. Satisfied now, Prowl?” the red van bit back bitterly, for the first time showing how much it really had hurt him to hear about Optimus now being bonded to Megatron, accident or not.

“You won’t be happy to hear that, but it’s your own fault you never became more than just friends, but if it offers any comfort: I know that although Optimus managed to get himself bonded to Megatron, he doesn’t love him. He said so himself the other day I believe him. Optimus has a good spark, too good maybe, but this isn’t any easier for him than it is for us. I highly doubt he has that kind of feelings toward his… bondmate.”

He hesitated to say the last word. For a moment Ironhide’s optic twitched and were flooded with anger, but then he cooled down little by little and offlined his optics for a brief moment.

“Thanks, Prowl, I… needed ta hear that. I think I knew it the whole time, but ya ‘now how much of a thickhead I can be. Of course Optimus wouldn’t love that sunofaglitch, thanks for reminding me. Now, what are we waiting for? We have a big ‘con aft ta kick! I won’t let Prime down, don’t cha worry” the red mech said, clapping Prowl’s shoulder as he strolled out to help the others find any clues about Prime’s whereabouts, but as he walked down the familiar corridors of the Ark he couldn’t help but remember the first time he had seen Optimus Prime, long ago, when he had been assigned to his unit at the request of the new Leader himself. It was one of the most significant days in the long life of the weapon specialist and despite the time that has passed he still remembered it as if it was just yesterday...

*~*Flashback*~*

It had been a month since Sentinel Prime, the previous leader of the Autobots, had been defeated and killed by Megatron, the Leader of a faction of murderous rebels calling themselves Decepticons, but the red Autobot could call them much worse. It had been a real commotion, but rumour was that the Matrix of Leadership, held by the Primes since the very beginning of the time or so it was said, had already chosen a new leader. A no-name mech they said, but able to defy Megatron.
For his part the Autobot warrior couldn’t really believe that. In his opinion the whole matter of Sentinel Prime leaving the matrix behind in the base and going to fight Megatron alone was already suspicious, but now the Matrix should have already chosen a new, more powerful bearer when the chassis of the old Prime wasn’t cold yet? Strange that was indeed, but stranger even the changes within the ranks the new Prime had ordered. He was basically replacing the complete officer stuff, they said, only keeping Sentinel’s SIC. If the rumours were true the new CMO was a royal pain in the aft, but that was all he knew: rumours. He had just recently been assigned this unit, Prime’s unit, together with nine other soldiers. Ironhide only knew two of them; the comparable small saboteur Jazz and the yellow Minibot Bumblebee. True enough, they hadn’t been asked here by Prime but by the head of special ops, but they were just as honoured. Waiting here in line for the new Prime to brief them was on the other hand very nerve-wracking. Prime or not, was it really necessary to let them wait so long or was he just imagining things?

A tall, red and blue painted figure emerged from the building in front of which they had waited more or less patiently. The excited whispered died instantly in the rank as the mech made his way over to them. He was radiating confidence and authority and Ironhide as well as the others had no problem guessing that he must be the new Prime they had heard about. That the late Sentinel Prime’s second was right behind him only underlined that impression.

The Prime stopped a couple of feet ahead of the line of soldiers and the red warrior couldn’t help but study the mech thoroughly. He surely was a sign to behold: tall, notable well crafted, the red and blue paintjob adding to the overwhelming aura. All told one handsome example for a mech even with the battle mask and something just made click in his CPU.

Ironhide hadn’t even noticed that he was staring at him with a little vacant expression until a voice cut through his thoughts.

“Are you alright, soldier?”

He snapped out of his trance to see that Optimus Prime was now standing in front of him, a concerned, but also a bit amused glow in his optics. Ironhide straightened and replied as neutral as he could, that he was fine.

“Just a little lost in thoughts for a moment, sir.”

“I see. Well, try to pay a little attention next time” he replied with a little chuckle and repeated more seriously that once they had gotten their new quarters he wanted to see everyone on his office to further brief them about their new ranks. Then he left again and Ironhide discovered his backside to be just as pleasing to the optics as his front.

Blushing slightly he tried to shake the thought off.

“Did I ever mention that I have a thing for door-wings?”

“Don’t even think about it” Ironhide warned both himself and Jazz, but found that he couldn’t help put stare after Prime about the same way Jazz’ optics were fixed on the SIC.

“But I really do have a thing for door-wings.”

“They are our superiors, so cut it off and get moving.”

Pouting the saboteur did as he was told, but the larger mech saw it in his optics that this wasn’t over yet. This would mean trouble, he just knew it, but right now he was more concerned to keep his own bad case of hero worship under control. He managed quite well until he was standing in front of Prime’s office, feeling at least as nervous as a youngling before his first date while he waited in the corridor for Optimus to answer to his knocking.

He didn’t have to wait long this time. Optimus Prime summoned him in and the red mech walked up to the desk where the reason for his current lack of concentration sat, looking through some data-pads.

“Ah, Ironhide. Please, have a seat.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You have an exceptional record, Ironhide. From what I’ve heard no one can match your knowledge of weapons and your base commander agreed with me that I wouldn’t find anyone better suited for the position as weapon specialist. Think you can live up to these expectations?”

If “beaming with pride” was to be taken literally Ironhide was sure he had to be shining like a supernova right now.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Ah swear ah won’t disappoint ya, sir.”

The Prime nodded satisfied and dismissed him. Light headed the newly appointed weapon specialist headed for his new quarters – officer quarters, meaning just he, himself and he alone. Blessed be Primus, no more sharing space with strange mechs with even stranger recharge patterns.

Flabbergasted from today’s happenings Ironhide laid down on his berth and stared at the ceiling, only to find the image of the Prime flowing around in his processor like some really persistent seeker. Primus, he really hoped it was just some really bad case of hero worshipping that would go away with some time, but he had the deadening feeling that it was about to develop into a full-blown crush. He was just a common warrior, even with his new rank. Falling in love with his commander was a big no go and that was final.

Ironhide sighed. Why did his life have to be so complicated?

*~*Flashback End*~*

Shaking the memory off Ironhide joined Wheeljack in front of the Ark to check the surrounding area again for any signs of their Prime. He was mech enough to admit he had overreacted to the news of Optimus’ situation, but he couldn’t help it. He envied Jazz for having the courage to not only openly stare at Prowl back then, but went and groped his aft. What had made it even more memorable was sight of Jazz running through the base shouting “I regret nothing!” with a furious tactician on his trail.
It must have been worth it, Ironhide figured, seeing how long the two monochrome mechs already were happily bonded to each other. Well, he couldn’t have that anymore, but he decided in that moment that when they found Prime he would screw the consequences and tell him about his eon old crush on him and until then he would stop being an aft and help as much as he could to find and rescue his secret love.

*~*

Blissfully unaware of the chaos his disappearing had caused Optimus came out of recharge far a way on the moon. He didn’t really know how long he had been recharging since his internal clock had been disabled, but he felt as if it hadn’t been long enough.

Unable to lay back down again he tried to find something to occupy his mind with, but always returned to wondering about Megatron’s earlier visit and the gentleness and care the other had showed. Granted, he had raped him before, but Optimus wasn’t really sure if it really had been rape. He hadn’t wanted it, had he? He knew he shouldn’t have but there was a difference between shouldn’t and didn’t and that gaze the Decepticon had given him when he had fed him just wouldn’t leave him. It was just so unlike Megatron, almost scaring, but trying to figure out Megatron was almost as difficult as teaching diplomacy to the Dinobots.

Dropping into a light recharge again Optimus almost didn’t notice when the door opened, again reviling Megatron, only this time was he followed by Soundwave. The lack of emotions unnerved the Autobot leader greatly when the telepath silently studied him before taking a scanner out of sub-space that resembled Ratchet’s enough to not worry Optimus any more than he already was. The results didn’t seem to be satisfying since Soundwave studied them long before running a second scan. The Prime got the sickening feeling of a déjà vu, but he said nothing. Optimus highly doubted Megatron’s communication expert could come up with something more shocking than that he was bearing his worst nemesis’ sparkling.

Actually the telepath could, but Optimus didn’t know that yet. For now it was bad enough that the navy blue mech demanded that he revealed his spark, what Prime of course flat out refused. He may be a captive and couldn’t do much against Megatron thanks to the cursed bond they shared, but he surely wouldn’t reveal his life-force and the unborn to someone like Soundwave just because he said so, although he was worried what could possible be wrong that the Decepticon asked that of him in the first place.

Disturbingly enough his second reaction, right after refusing Soundwave the access to his spark, was to shot Megatron, who was standing behind his subordinate, a questioning and worried look. Guessing from the deep frown on his faceplates the Decepticon Lord didn’t know what was going on.

“I’d do as he says, Prime. You will comply in the end one way or an other anyway, so don’t make this any harder on yourself” he said firm, but couldn’t stop a hint of worry from leaking into his voice and through the bond. Optimus wasn’t convinced at all to say the least, but something about his bonded’s gaze reassured him that even if only for the sake of his hire he wouldn’t let Soundwave try anything funny and it wasn’t as if the Autobot had much of a choice.

Ready to snap his chestplates shut again should Soundwave so much as think about coming any closer Optimus slowly revealed his spark-chamber and the glowing blue orb underneath the Matrix of Leadership.

Needles to say Soundwave did lean in closer, but it had to be said to his defence that he informed both leaders of that before he did and he had a good reasons. One was that the Matrix was brighter than usually, which he couldn’t know of course, but it surely wasn’t normal that an almost undetectable tendril of light connected the Matrix with the sparkling, or rather sparklings, which was his second reason to make sure he wasn’t mistaken.

“Result: sparkling split, my Lord.”

“And that means in clear words, Soundwave?” Megatron growled, while Optimus hurried to close his chest-plates again, deciding that if they needed to have another look they would damn well have to ask him nicely. There was only so much the bearing mech would let himself be pushed around, but the telepath’s answer made him forget about that again.

“Clarification: Spark split. Consequence: Prime expecting twins. Assumption: Matrix of Leadership involved. Consequence: unknown.”

Was it three or ten humans counted to to calm themselves? Optimus couldn’t remember, but it didn’t matter anyway because honourable leader of the Autobots or not he thought it justified to freak out now, only that he didn’t. That probably had to do with the gestation-subroutines that protected the sparkling – sparklings he remembered himself. Ratchet had mentioned them, but the shock still rang deep. How was this even possible? Twins were a rarity among Transformers and a twined spark even rarer. Then again, he didn’t know much about the real power of the Matrix himself and it could be possible that the artefact was involved in this, but why?

Megatron sat down on the end of the berth, apparently not any wiser than Optimus, and looked at his officer with disbelief.

“How is this possible?”

“Reason: Unknown. Suggestion: continue examination in medical facility” the telepath replied, emotionless as always.

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary. Make sure to build a second protoform, through. I won’t take any chances” the silver mech ordered and dismissed the other. While Soundwave left Megatron remained a moment longer, gazing on Optimus’ chest-plates as if he could just by looking solve this mystery, but where Megatron would remain forever unsuccessful he did remind Prime that he had a way of at least trying to get answers to his, their questions.

The Autobot leader waited until Megatron also left, mumbling something about businesses he had to attempt to, then offlined his optics and concentrated on the Matrix. It was dangerous to do this; there was always the chance that he didn’t come back, but Optimus was determined to find out what the Matrix did such a dangerous thing as splitting the sparklet – given of course it was really the Matrix’ doing.

Optimus relaxed and a few breems later he was in stasis lock and seem all but off-line to the outside world.
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