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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 smut in this chapter, MPreg and Slash, so don’t read if you’re not into that kind of things. Also, an angsty chapter, dark and sad. Again... ^^; The plot’s deepening…

What Tomorrow Holds

Part 1: Escalation

Chapter 4: The beginning of the end

The casualties on Earth had been terrifying, to say the least. The explosive used to do that much damage had been so powerful than it had completely whipped the entire city of Washington DC from the surface of the Earth. Once he had knew about that, Optimus Prime had immediately offered as much help as necessary for the investigation, the search for the corpses and eventual survivors, and the cleaning afterward. He had made it clear than the Cybertronians weren’t about to let their human allies alone in this time of need.

Reluctantly and with deep grief, the human authorities had accepted the offered helping hand, but the damages would be long and difficult to repair, if it was even possible. The Earth was hit in the most important and vital spot, and now, the new and still fragile world order that took almost a century to stabilise was at the greater risk to collapse.

The humans were indeed weakened and held a grudge on their Cybertronians allies, but there was something Shockwave hadn’t foreseen in his scheme: the human resilience against adversity. The little emotional, unpredictable and ho so complicated flesh creatures had proven that, even at their worst moments, humans can drag the better out of themselves, and in the ends, the relations towards Earth and Cybertron wasn’t as damaged as the purple mech had imagined. He had underestimated the human capacity for forgivenens… and their ages old knowledge about terrorism and all its ramifications!

They hadn’t held the act of a few Cybertronians against the Entire race. After an Earth year, the relations between the two races were as strong as before the attack landed on their soil. But in the end, it had taken ten years to wipe all the remaining traces of the wide-scaled destruction, but eventually, the reconstruction of the downed Earth capital could’ve started again. Rebuilding the entire city had taken fifty human years, but it was even more stunning and beautiful in the end, melting harmoniously Cybertronian and human architecture. If anything, that attack served as a catalyst to strengthens the relations between the Cynertronians and the Humans, and what Shockwave and his kind had done was for nothing.

A new city was built, and the Earth government was recreated as well. The relations between Earth and Cybetron were at their strongest.

oOo

A vorn and a half later (roughly 120 years) later…

Unknown location

Shockwave had never let it show, but he was very pissd byt the failure of his plan on Earth, more than a vorn earlier. Those annoying human pests had been more resilient and stubborn than he had imagined, and what he did had served nothing if help the puny creatures…

After that incidents, boosted by a new resolve, the Cybertronian Security Departemnt had increase their investigation and came a little too close for his liking. He had to leave the planet in the end, and had found refuge on Charr with his group. He still had some agents on Cybertron, of course, but the situation wasn’t at its best. He had lost more and more of his men over time and was now short on recruits. Nobody wanted to be involved in such an activity anymore, and the one he had left was his most trusted and reliable Lieutenants. Mechs that had beem with since even before the end of the Great War. Those included the ex Autobot spy Mirage, and another one that was his greater trump card, something to play at a last resort. That particular mech was still on Cybertron, nobody ever suspecting him to be part of a Terrorist organization. Nobody but himself knows the identity of this particular mech, not even his first Lieutenant…

And until now, nothing changed on that particular matter. His hidden asset was still safe.

The door behind him opened and his first Lieutenant came in.

“My Lord Shockwave?”

“Yes, Shadowrunner, what is it?”

The black and brown tall mech hesitated for a split second before he spoke again. He had some bad news to deliver, and with Shockwave, you never know how that’ll be welcomed. They had lost yet another cell, one of their last, and probably one of the most important and efficient, the one led by an ex-Autobot Lieutenant… One Optimus Prime had never suspected to be part of something like a terrorist organization.

“We lost another cell, my Lord. The one led by Ironhide. Nobody escaped, this time, not even the cell leader, I’m afraid.”

For a moment, the big purple mech said nothing. That was unexpected and very annoying. He had thought than the old war-hardened mech would be clever enough to avoid being captured… Something must happen and he was unable to move out before the Cybertronian authorities arrived.

“That is… unfortunate. Unfortunately, he’ll have to fetch for himself, for now I have no resources to spare for a break-out mission. He paused a moment, his ear-panels flapping slowly in his deep annoyance, a thoughtful expression on his faceplates. “But our last asset wasn’t compromised yet. We have to focus our efforts on that one. He may prove to be our last resort.”

“Yes, Lord Shockwave. Should I contact him to inform him of the situation?”

“No, that won’t be necessary. He knows what happened quite well, believe me. He’ll stay hidden and safe for as long as necessary, until I personally contact him. You are dismissed, Shadowrunner.”

The other mech saluted and got out, leaving Shockwave alone. Once he was confident about his privacy, the purple mech called a particular file on the screen before him and stared at the image and files. He lift is right servo and slowly traced the lines of the face filling the screen, in a rare display of emotions, and his ear-panels straitens a little, his way of smiling. A dry chuckle escaped him as he looked at his bondmate, his right hand, the only mech he really trusted out there.

And his last asset…

“Soon, I’ll need you again, Soundwave… Very soon…”

oOo

In the meantime, Lord Protector Estate

Megatron shifted a little in the large cushioned chair, trying to find a comfortable position. He was reading the report about the dismantling of yet another terrorist cell, here on Iacon, the day before, but he had trouble concentrating on it. Not that the information wasn’t interesting, or the report boring, but his current state was putting more and more strain on his systems. He was pained all over now and this wasn’t really funny to be forced to lay down almost all the time now. He sighed deeply and lifts a servo to caress slowly his swollen abdomen.

“Now I know what you had to come through, Starscream, and I love even more for that… It’s such a pain in the afterburners!”

The fearless ex-Decepticon Leader, the Lord Protector of Cybertron, the Mighty Megatron was now five months and a half along with his pregnancy with twins sparklings. Who would’ve guessed than the ruthless mech even allow him into that kind of situation? Starscream had been the first to be dumbstruck when Megatron told him that he was ready to do this for him, and had actually go on with this! But the Seeker was so happy and excited by that, glowing with pride and joy, than it had been worth the trouble a thousand times over.

After he had learned that he couldn’t bear another sparkling, ever again, Starscream had been depressed for a long time. He had even neglected his other sparklings, even the newborn Amberjewell, and sank into an abyss of dark thoughts and even darker behaviour. Finding him passed out because he had drank himself into oblivion wasn’t a rare occurrence then, and this had hurts Megatron more than a knife in the spark. But fortunately, he had never tried to terminate himself. The thought had even never come to him. But nonetheless, he had became more and more dependant on High Grade to dull the pain in his Spark, and he may had finally put himself into a permanent shutdown if Megatron hadn’t took the situation on his hands and shake him off of his spell. During a couple of human years, he had come through hell and back, but Megatron never lost hopes on him, never let him down, and was ever by his side.

He had dragged Starscream forcefully out of his vicious circle of pain, drinking to dull the pain and then back to feel the pain and returning to drinking to ease it again. He remembered the last night he had ever saw Starscream in such a state, more than half a vorn earlier… And the conversation that had followed.

**Flashback**

Megatron opened the door the main quarters and came in.

As soon as he was in, he hears two distinctive and worrying sounds clearly. The first was a loud wailing from a little Femme sparkling that was asking for attention, and hearing the amount of static in the wails, it had been a while… The second sounds were loud, spark-wrenching sobs. Starscream was sobbing loudly somewhere in the house, apparently their bedroom. Megatron’s optics narrowed and he cursed lowly.

It had happened again… AGAIN! It was the fourth time this week!

I couldn’t continue like this. Starscream was now neglecting his crying sparkling until she had almost cried her little air pumps and vocal processor into short-circuiting. It had to stop! Starscream wasn’t only endangering himself but his offsprings as well, now, and Megatron couldn’t allow this to continue. He had been indulgent, understanding and had tried to gently pull the seeker out of this for a while now, but apparently, he needed a serious shake. If he has to be rough to wrench his bondmate out of this vicious circle, he will!

But first thing first… He quickly got to Amberjewell’s room and took the crying little Femme into his arms. Her amber optics locked on him the second he was there and he shushed her down, rocking the still very young Cybertronian to sleep after he gave her a much needed meal. Her little tanks were almost empty… how long had she been crying like that? When he turned, he saw three set of optics peering through the threshold. The triplets looked annoyed and a little afraid.

“Daddy? What is wrong with mommy? He had locked himself in your room and wont let us in…”

Silverstream had apparently been elected as the representative for the triplets. The other two nodded in approval, and then looked at their other in hope he would have a solution. Now almost two vorns old, the boys were the equivalent of five years old Earth Childs. They were worried about their mother’s behaviouras much as megatron was, even if they didn’t quite understand what was going on. But in their Spark, they did understand than something was wrong with Starscream, but not what it was. Crouching in front of the sparklings, Megatron smiled to them reassuringly.

“I’ll take care of your mommy, don’t you worry, Childs. Now, be good and go back to your room, hum?”

He gives them a hug and the three seekerlets got to their room, looking back at him a last time. He waved them good night and they closed the door softly. Then, with a hardened expression on his faceplates, he got up and to his and Starscream’s room. This had to ends now. He knocked to the locked door, and talked firmly but gently.

“Starscream, let me in. We have to talk.”

The sobs stopped suddenly and he heard movements inside the room. After a moment, the door opened and Starscream dark, handsome features appeared in front of him. Megatron clenched his jaws at the sight that greeted him… Starscream looked tired, shaky and completely drunk. He was still sniffling and clear fluids were staining his cheeks. He had cried for some times apparently… He gently brushed pass starscream to get into the room and sighed when he saw the state the room was in. It was a wreck, as if the Seeker had a fit of rage and scrapped everything inside. Not to mention the High Grade cubes littering the floor and cabinets. He quickly noticed seventeen of those, all empty. This was bad, probably the worst he had ever seen, and he had to fight the urge to shake his bondmate until he sees reason. Instead, he turned to face the trembling, sobbing and sniffling Seeker with a deep, concerned sigh.

“Starscream, this has to stop. You cannot continue like that or you’ll end up in a permanent shut down. I can’t let you do this to yourself, love.” He grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him gently to his chest, patting his back and wings. “Do you have any idea about how worried I am right now? Look at you, Starscream! Look at what you’ve become! Do you even know that you let Amberjewell cried until she almost short circuited her vocal processor?”

Starscream sagged and barely succeed at regaining his balance, looking confused and lost. His optics were brighter than usual due to the High Grade in his systems, and he looked around as if he saw the room for the first time in ages. He opened his mouth to say something, but only static came out of his vocal processor. Suddenly, he pushed Megatron back and landed on his aft in the process, snarling like a rabid beast.

“You… You don’t understand… No you don’t! LE T ME ALONE! »

He scrambled away on his hands and knees, and then curled up in a corner, sobbing again and hugging his knees to his chest. This display was so pitiful… Megatron felt his Spark throbbed in his chest because it was hurting him so much to see his beloved in such a weakened state. Ignoring his drunken protest, Megatron came closer and sat beside Starscream, hugging him lovingly to his chest and rocking him like a sparkling. After a long moment, the Seeker calmed down and let Megatron hold him without anymore protest. And then he spoke again, slowly, his voice tainted by his drunken state. He sounded so deeply sad and hurt…

“I’m sorry… I… I can’t help it… It helps you know?... Yeah, it helps to forget… to ease the dull, unending pain in there…” He patted his own chest above his Spark before drowing a little deeper in Megatron’s embrace. “I know its wrong… Not a solution… But it hurts so much… So much… It’s like knives in my Spark all the time… I feel like an empty shell… Here, right here… It’s gone forever, forever…”

He now had taken Megatron,s hand and put it gently on his lower abdomen, were his gestation chamber used to be, and the Lord protector understood what was poisoning his bondmate. He felt bad for him… He had never known how important this was for Starscream, what a big part of him it was, until now. His Seeker’s drunken explanations sank into his CPU and he understood why he was so down, depressed to the core. Starscream wasn’t finished however, and he was still babbling like a lost Spark.

“I can’t feel it anymore… I will never feel it grow again… never, it’s gone… gone… Megatron?”

“I’m here, Starscream. I’ve always been here for you. You must stop this, love. You’re destroying yourself and those around you… I’m sure you don’t want to hurt the triplets, or our little Femme, don’t you?”

Starscream shook his head sadly, holding into his bondmate as if he was his last anchor, his lifeline, and he slumped into him a little, the amount of High Grade he had finally taking a heavy toll on his systems. He pulled Megatron into a shaky, clumsy kiss, his hands feverishly roaming his chassis in a sudden heat. He looked desperate and was in no shape to stand, even less interface, so Megatron pushed him away gently.

“No Starscream, you’re in no condition to do this tonight. Tomorrow, I want you to go to Ratchet, and speak to him. He’ll help you find help… because you need some serious help, love, even if you don’t realise that yet.” He smiled down gently at his bondmate and kissed him chastely on the forehead. “I think it’s time for you to go to recharge. Now.”

“Yes… I’m sorry… So sorry… for worrying you… and for being an idiot… I’ll do better, I promise. Is… Is the sparklings alright? I didn’t… hurt them, didn’t I?”

“No, you didn’t, but they’re worried too. You couldn’t hurt them even at your worst, love. Now rest… Tomorrow, we’ll fingd you some help.”

**End Flashback**

Well, it had taken time but in the end, Starscream managed to get over it. He was stronger than he looks. And he hadn’t touch High Grade in more than half a vorn. He was completely clean, thanks to Ratchet and, most of all, thanks to his brother Skywarp. The dark Seeker had that kind of problems before the war, and he had been a very big help for Starscream. Megatron owned him a big one, and he knew it.

A sudden movement in his gestation chamber took him out of his thought and he shifted again, easing the tension on his back.

Megatron chuckled as he recalled the looks on Starscream’s face when, five months ago, he had told him about his state. The Seeker, at first, had been disbelieving, and then, he had whooped and squealed like a sparkling in pure joy. He was so caring, almost too caring sometimes. It was overwhelming how much he could care for his bondmate during those precious and awkward times. Megatron, for his part, was a very grumpy and difficult “mommy”. He had never thought this could be such a pain in the afterburners to be pregnant. If he had known… well, honestly, he wouldn’t have changed his decision. This was too big an experience to deny!

He was now almost due and he was terribly horny right now. He had never been that horny before he got Pregnant… Even if he knew from his experiences with Starscream,s pregnancy that it was going to happens, he had never thought it to be so powerful! No wonders Starscream had jumped him every chances he got then… Megatron was more or less the same! The more embarrassing moment he could recall is when Redstar had surprised them in the middle of it one day, going back from school early because of a small accident. The little mach was probably more surprised and curious than shocked, though. It was his creators that had been really taken aback and had scrambled apart from one another do fast that it had hurt.

Chuckling again, Megatron was relieved than the triplets and Amberjewell were currently at their uncle’s estate for the remaining week of his pregnancy. He heard the main door open and Starscream came in a short while later, carrying a tray of energon goodies and two glasses of fine sparkling High Grade. Well, it was exceptional, was it? Megatron about to give birth to twin sparklings… It wasn’t something that you see everyday! Starscream could bend a little his abstinence policy concerning High Grade for that particular occasion, can he?

“Good evening love! How’re you feeling?” Cheered the Seeker after he had put the tray down on the nearby table.

“I’m pained all over and feeling like I’m about to burst, but beside that, I’m fine, thank you.” Retorted Megatron with dry humour. “Not to mention that I’m horny as hell…”

Starscream sat on the berth next to his bondmate and slowly put an arm around his waist. Well, as best he could, seeing the shape he was in!

“Ho really? What does it mean Mighty megatron?” Asked the Seeker with a wicked grin, a little aroused glint in his optics.

Megatron only grinned and kissed his mate deeply, leaning down to met his parted lips with his own, heated ones. Starscream chuckled in the kiss, smiling amusedly, and he grabbed an energon goodie on the tray to playfully making Megatron take it from his hands, kissing and licking his digits as he did.

“Hum, delicious…”

“What, the goodie or my digits?”

“Both…”

After a while of playing around like that, the tray was empty and the energon was gone. Now a little buzzed by the sweet nectar, the lovers were flying in a heated frenzy, caressing, kissing and groping. Starscream traced slowly the insigna engraved in his mate’s chest, mapping all the contour and edges teasingly, making him moan and arch in the touch, as he was kissing and nibbling at his neck and jaw line. Megatron, on his part, was sliding down the plane of a wing, pinching the tip and tracing the insignia in the center of the smooth, with metal skin. He was trailing a line of kisses down his cockpit and to his crotch, licking and biting softly at the edges of the red metal. Starscream let his hand travel lower, tracing the swollen abdomen and then stopping to the dark crotch plate, finding the clasps and opening it, before setting the plate aside. Starscream wrapped his sleek, long hand around the heated cable, already fully erected, and stated teasing the tip until a little bead of fluid seeped from the swollen head.

“Huh… Starscreeeeeam… yessssss…” breathed Megatron as he bucked his hips on the expert hand, begging for more.

Starscream grinned widely; easing his own crotch plate open and tossing it tot the side. His own cable was erected, throbbing and asking for immediate attention. Megatron’s right hand sneaked up the smooth, with tight and started teasing the edges of the wet port, easing a digit inside, and then another. Starscream breathed heavily, and used his free hand to insert one digit into his bondmate, thrusting in and out quickly; he soon eased a second and then a third digit, never slowing his pace. Soon, Megatron,s hands in him make him almost crazy with lust and he straddled his mate’s tights carefully, gentle not to harm the unborn sparklings. As slowly and gently as he could, Starscream pushed inside Megatron’s port until he was sheathed to the hilt ant then started a slow, teasing pace. Completely pleasure shot, the Lord Protector arched back and started thrusting his hips up to meet his mate’s thrusts. Starscream quickens his pace as he was panting and groaning loudly, nearing his climax.

A couple more deep thrusts and that was it:Megatron overloaded first, his port tightening around his lover’s cable, pushing Starscream over the edge as well. After he was done, the Seeker was careful not to collapse on top of Megatron, but he rolled to the side, an arm still hugging his bondmate close. Their optics were dimmed and they were peacefully resting in the afterglow. After a moment, Starscream pushed himself up into an elbow to see that Megatron had fallen into recharge. Smiling foundly, he kissed him gently on the forehead and then eased himself back before falling into recharge as well…

oOo

CSD (Cybertron Security Department) the next day.

Prowl was worried.

He had been worried for a long time now, because something was definitely off in this investigation. They had made little progress on almost five vorns, and it was beginning to annoy the logical mech to the core. Even with their recent success, those catch had always been made almost accidentally. They never had real proof about anything, and now… With the last catch they had made…

He sighed deeply as he reached Soundwave’s office, and knocked. He had never thought Ironhide to be part of that nonsense. The old warrior was always grumpy and rough, but he had shown a fair amount of joy when the war was ended. He never seemed unhappy or grieving about the ending of the war, too… And had managed too fool everybody. The tactician was terribly disappointed on his old comrade, and for now, he couldn’t bring himself to go to the cell block and talk to him.

It was still too much for him to process, and he needed time to absorb the new data. He had almost frozen his processor when he saw the name on the report of the catch. And then, he had wanted to deny what his optics had told him when he ran to the cells to see if it was true. But it was… The red mech was indeed sitting there, looking downright pissed and ashamed with himself (was it because of his actions or because he was caught, he couldn’t tell…) and glaring at the mirror in front of him.

Ironhide…

Prowl clenched his jaw when the door in front of him finally opened, showing him the blank, emotionless face of his superior. Soundwave motioned to him to enter and closed the door.

“Sit. Report, Prowl. What is the situation?”

Prowl was used to the direct, rough ways of Soundwave and he sat down, not even fazzed. He collected his thought and then started.

“The report on Ironhide capture on the latest catch was unfortunately true, Commander. He his held on an interrogation room for now and waiting to be questioned. Optimus will want to know about that…”

Of course Prime’ll want to know! Ironhide was probably one of his oldest, dearest friends. Prowl sighed and continue on with his report.

“As ever, that bit of information we managed to get was accurate, but it could’ve been better. It was a real luck that we did find something in there.” His tune turned sharp and accusatory as he said the last bit. “I really want to know who this source is, Commander! I can’t work properly if I don’t have all of the information!”

That was an old argument… It had begun a vorn and a half before, right after the attack on Earth Capital. Soundwave had given Prowl and his team coordinates and a time length to strike, and they had found a cell. It was like this all the time, Soundwave gave coordinates and time length, and the CSD strike. But he had never told anybody where he got his informations… He had only mentioned an anonymous source. It was starting to get on Prowl’s nerves… And it was also quite suspicious.

“You don’t need this information to be efficient. Source: protected. Information: always accurate. It should be enough.”

The emotionless voice hadn’t even risen a bit. Prowl fumed internally, but it was always the same old story. Soudwave will have the last word. He always has the last words… But it doesn’t discouraged Prowl to try again and again.

“I still don’t get it. Why is it so important than that source of yours stay a secret? You know that you sound suspicious when you’re acting like this, hiding important information from me. After all, I’m supposed to be you’re First Lieutenant!”

“I repeat: you don’t need to know this information to be efficient.”

“Alright, alright! Keep your secrets! I’ll start to think that you’re hiding something even more important…” Prowl muttered between clenched teeth. “When are you planning on interrogating the prisoner?”

Soundwave looked a little thoughtful for a while, until he got up and motioned for Prowl to do the same.

“I am going to the cell block. I don’t need your assistance. You are dismissed.”

Soundwave opened the door and started down the hallway, leaving a puzzled and fuming Prowl behind. The tactician glared at the disappearing back of his superior and then turns to leave.

Something was really off with the dark bleu mech…

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