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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 5: Something odd…

It was an unwritten rule that when someone when missing the first two days were deciding and that after that deadline the chances to find anything new went from good to bad and lessened with every passing moment. Now, the Cybertronian equivalent of a day actually compromised about thirteen earth days, but this wasn’t Cybertron, the moral among the Autobots was on a new low-point. They wouldn’t give up on searching, through, never, but the general mood was beyond bad, a powder keg just waiting to explode.

Bumblebee had been teamed up with his fellow Minibots, Cliffjumper and Gears. They were assigned to search the south part of the city near the base, where a semi that fit the description of their missing leader had last been seen by some humans the day Optimus had vanished. It had been the best hint they had, but for some reason– call it instinct or a hunch – Bumblebee didn’t believe they would find anything there. When studying the maps earlier he had noticed an abandoned industrial site with many buildings scattered around. It seemed like the perfect place for an ambush, only that it was far off the route they had figured Optimus must have taken. The other Minibots shrugged it off as a special-ops-thing – it was generally known that Primus worked in mysterious ways, but the special-ops had to be mysterious to even Primus – but let him do as he wished.

“Well … if I were a Decepticon planning to kidnap the Prime, where would I hide?” the yellow VW thought to himself, while slowly rolling around, scanning the area for anything that could be a trace of a Decepticon’s or Optimus’ energy-signature, but couldn’t find anything Bumblebee was about to admit defeat and speed out of that area again, when he finally got a blip on his scanner. Startled he stopped dead on his way and slowly went back in his tracks so he wouldn’t miss the spot.

When he caught again and could identify the signal as that of a Con the Beetle didn’t waste a second though and followed the signal to a building some hundred feet ahead of his position. Transforming into his bipedal form the yellow Minibot headed for the doors of said building. He was sure to be alone, but one of the first things spies learned was to never just walk into a room or building and it wouldn’t be the first time the Decepticons left them a “goodbye present”. Running every scan he could, which were a lot, Bumblebee also checked manually for triggers of any kind and only when he had double checked the result he opened the door, wincing at the deafening screeching sound of rusted metal against metal, but when nothing happened he slipped in, again scanning everything for possible traps and again finding nothing. Reassured for now but still careful the yellow VW continued his search for any prove that Optimus had been here and signed relieved when he really picked up fainting traces of the Prime’s energy-signature between those of the Decepticons.

“I knew it!” exclaimed the Minibot in a satisfied tone, turned on his communicator and radioed Prowl.

“Bumblebee to Prowl. I found traces of Prime’s signature as well as those of at least two Cons in an abandoned factory. I’ll send you the coordinates.”

“Are you sure? The signal could be corrupted after three days” the SIC noted, not because he doubted the little spy’s abilities, but because of the effect a false alarm would have.

“Prowl, I’d recognise his signature everywhere and you know it, so yes, I am sure. I’ll send you my readings if you don’t believe me.”

The tactician needed a moment to analyse the result of Bumblebee’s scans, then sighed in relieve just as the Minibot had done before.

“Good work, Bumblebee. I’ll assemble a team and meet you there as fast as possible.”

“Alright, I’ll await them at the entrance. Bumblebee out.”

It took Prowl fifteen minutes to arrive with Hound and Ironhide and Wheeljack, who had been close by. He would have also brought Trailbreaker along, but the other tracker was currently helping the local authorities to get hold of a criminal on the run. Optimus wouldn’t have wanted them to risk their good relations with the humans and Hound was more than qualified to do the job.

Beaming with pride Bumblebee showed them the right building and Hound instantly got to work, confirming fast that it was indeed Prime’s energy signature and that of two Decepticons. They must have been in this building about 56 hours ago and he also found tracks of red, silver and two different shades of blue, but nothing indicated a fight.

Ironhide tensed at the mentioning of silver paint, but sighed relieved at the news that Optimus very likely was alright, except for the point that he was missing and probably in Decepticon custody.

Prowl shot him an understanding glare before addressing at the Minibot again, apologising that he had doubted his word.

“No problem. You’re just doing your job and that’s hard enough as it is.”

“Thank you for your understanding. Hound, have you found anything?”

“Give me a bit more time here. It’s not as if they left a sign: By the way, we went that way.”

The tactician nodded and stepped back, waiting more or less patiently, while also two other teams consisting of Jazz, Bluestreak and Smokescreen and Ratchet and the Lambo Twins arrived, all clapping Bumblebee’s shoulder and unfortunately also getting on Hound’s nerves until the usually friendly and patient seriously considered throwing them all out, but thankfully that wasn’t necessary.

“I can’t say where exactly they went, but they left in that direction” the tracker said and pointed at a second gate. “It should be possible to follow their signals and with some luck it will lead us strait to Prime.”

“Well, then let’s follow tha bread trail” Jazz joked, trying to lighten the mood as always. “The big bad witch ’s waitin’ on the other end!”

Several optics glazed at Prowl, asking him to explain his bondmate, but all the tactician could do was shrug. It would only worsen the general mood if anyone else got to know how worried the third in command really was. After all, as long as Jazz could still keep up his happy-go-lucky nature things couldn’t be as bad as they looked.

“Ratchet, your sensors are more sensitive than we have. Can you try and enhance it so we can follow it more easily?”

“Hmm ... never tried something like that, but it should be possible, although only if you get these maroons to leave me some space” the medic grumped and pointed at the twins still hovering behind him. With mocking hurt expressions the brothers stepped back before the SIC could even think of what to say. Huffing the medic went to work and with Hound’s and Wheeljack’s help really managed to enhance the signal. It wasn’t much, but enough for the group to follow the faint energy a couple of miles until they reached an old, also abandoned scrap yard. Bluestreak and Bumblebee remained behind to guard what little traces they had found there, just in case this would turn out a dead end.

“The trail ends here” Ratchet informed the others and Hound instantly got to work again, searching for everything that was out of place, although that was quite a job seeing that they were on a scrap yard.

“Looks as if a third Con was here around the same time and ... wait a moment” the medic instructed and took a portable scanner, pointing it this way and that until he stopped and following the direction of the sensor note with his optics.

“Should have suspected as much” he said and Prowl nodded, also searching the darkening sky for any hint, as did the others. Of course would the Decepticons choose the airway to bring Optimus away; the Autobots couldn’t fly after all, or at least most of them couldn’t.

“Astrotrain?”

“Can’t think of another Decepti-creep large enough ta carry Prime and two others” Ironhide grunted less then pleased. Astrotrain’s speciality was cargo-trips through space. He could have brought Prime about everywhere. Still, Prowl refused to share the weapon specialist’s pessimistic option. Of course would it make retrieving Prime a lot more difficult if the Decepticons and had taken Optimus into space. On the other hand couldn’t he think of many places that were close enough for Megatron to keep control of his subordinates, but at the same time far away enough to keep both Autobots and Decepticons from finding them soon. A bondmate was after all a weakness among Decepticons and with Starscream being, well, Starscream he highly doubted Megatron had brought Prime to the Nemesis.

Deep in thoughts Prowl let his gaze wander over the already dark sky, with the admittedly beautiful stars and of course the moon hanging above their heads, far out of reach, but yet shining so bright he appeared as if he just needed to reach out and...

“Are you thinking what I think you are thinking, Prowler?”

“We are bondmates, Jazz. We tend to think along the same lines quite often.”

“And how about you indulge the rest of us not bonded to either of you in your thoughts” Sideswipe suggested and looked alarmingly similar to Sunstreaker and Ratchet with his annoyed glare and crossed arms.

“Remember that lil’ moon-project the old bin-head had while ago?”

It took about 3.5 seconds for the question to sink in.

“Are ya trying ta tell me that ol’ Megs is keepin’ Prime on the slaggin’ moon?!”

“With some minor repairs the base should still be fully functional as such. We didn’t destroy it after all…” Prowl agreed with the other monochrome mech.

“Doesn’t sound like butt-head at all. I mean usually he just builds a new base and not recycle an old one” Sunstreaker throw in, but Jazz berated him that because of that it was the perfect place.

“Just think about it. If you’d wanted to hide your bondmate, wouldn’t you bring them where no one would search for them?”

“That would be our quarters.”

“You mean like the lose plate in the wall where you keep your special homebrew?” Ratchet threw in for general amusement, effectively shutting the red twin up.

“Would explain the amount of moonstones I keep finding here” Hound mentioned disappointed that he couldn’t have been of more use.

“Oh, let me see, let me see. Percy’s gonna love those.”

“Doesn’t he have, like, thousand of those already?”

“You know Perceptor. He can find something interesting in everything.”

“Okay, so it’s the moon. What now?” Sunstreaker intercepted.

“Now we need a way up there. Ironhide contact Blaster. I need Cosmo survey moon’s surface and keep us up-to-date on everything that doesn’t belong on an uninhabited. Omega Supreme is too big, we need a small team. Get in, get Prime, and get out, no experiments. Jazz?”

“One infiltration and rescue team. Consider it done, Prowler.”

“And I’ll contact Skyfire” Wheeljack sighed and the tactician nodded his approval, eternally grateful that the shuttle didn’t mind playing taxi for them so often. They really would have to think of a proper way to thank him.

“Autobots, transform and return to base. We have a rescue mission to prepare.”

*~*

Light.

It was the only thing that Optimus could process at first. A white, blinding and painfully intense light that was surrounding him, bathing him in a warm embrace to a point that he felt completely filled with it. It was like an almighty force of life, made of the sparks of all the Primes’ that had been before him and filled with their wisdom. It was terrifying and painful, but after a moment those feelings subsided to be replaced by something else, much more comfortable and to a certain degree familiar. It was as if the Matrix had somehow sense his growing state of panic and tried to soothe him, reassure him. It didn’t matter if that was coincidence or not, it worked, and Optimus found himself progressively calming down and thus allowing the contact to take place.

It wasn’t contact in the traditional sense, more like a deep, kind voice whispering soothing words into his audios, coaxing him to relax and accept the interface that was slowly taking place between the Matrix and its Bearer.

Journeying deeper into the Matrix a shape started to take form before the current Prime, with a similar shape as a Transformer, but at the same time something entirely different, as if the light itself had taken a solid shape. It was incredibly beautiful, yet scary to witness and to Optimus it felt as if long time passed – although his perception of time was even more tainted in this place than it had been in Megatron’s moonbase without his internal clock – before the shaping came to an end. Before him was a winged transformer, unlike any kind of Seekers Optimus had ever seen, with optics like golden orbs glowing as bright as twin suns and a slender, blending white frame, androgynous even for Cybertronian standards and so utterly beautiful, perfect, that it was almost too much to proceed.

All Optimus could do was stare at it in shock and for the first time he truly understood what humans meant when they talked in utter awe and devotion of the mythical creatures known as “angels”.

When he finally came back to his senses again Optimus found himself unable to talk. All he could do was gape at the oh-so-perfect entity that was standing in front of him. He hadn’t known how the journey inside the Matrix would be like, this was after all the first time since he had come in the possession of the ancient artefact that he dared to do such a thing, but this surely hadn’t been what he had expected. Was that entity the corporeal representation of the Matrix? If so, it would impersonate all the previous Primes, which would explain it androgynous beauty and the reflexion of hundreds of thousands of vorns of cumulated wisdoms in its optics. The knowledge compromised in it had to border on infinite by now, after all was the Matrix said to hold all the wisdom and knowledge of its previous bearers.

Finally, the entity – the Matrix – enveloped Optimus in its powerful presence and a voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once resonated through him.

“Why have come to us, Optimus Prime, Bearer of the Matrix and Leader of the Autobots?”The voice, so beautiful in its perfect combination of mech and femme tones, was just like the body the Matrix had taken, powerful and yet so incredibly calm and gentle broke the spell sealing the mech’s vocaliser at least and allowed him to answer.

“I came to ask you about a very important matter that you have involved yourself into, Matrix” he said, hoping and yet t the same time knowing that he addressed the entity the right way.

“Yes, Optimus Prime, we have interfered with the new lives you are about to bring to the world” the Matrix confirmed neutral, yet Prime imagined to notice a hint of amusement in its tone. “We made it possible for you to nourish the unborn and we provided the conditions for the sparkling to split so you would be expecting twins, but we do not interfere with matters of the spark” it continued and answered knowingly or not Optimus’ other question as to if it had also interfered with that terrible infatuation he felt for his nemesis. That of course didn’t mean he was done questioning, but on the other hand didn’t he know what was at stake here. The Matrix must have had a reason for all this, a good reason he hoped, but who was he to question the plans of something so old and powerful anyway?

Well, Optimus Prime, bondmate of Megatron and bearer of not only the Matrix, but also twin sparks, that was who, and as such he believed he deserved to know why. So he asked for the purpose of all this, although it sounded better in his mind than asked out loud.

“Ah, yes. We must have a purpose, mustn’t we, Bearer?”

For a moment Optimus could only stare in silent at the Matrix – the smallest part of him wondering if it also absorbed the sense of humour, or rather lack of it – when suddenly he felt two little hands take each one of his. The mech sensed warm and caring feelings coming from the bright form of the Matrix before him and then he understood and looked down.

There were two sparklings holding his hands and knew without doubt that they were Megatron’s and his. The Matrix allowed him to see their creations as they were meant to be once they were born. The pride and joy he felt seeing them was overwhelming and smiled down at them. They were so beautiful. One looked so much like him, long ago, before he had become Prime, but with grey arms and legs, while the other resembled Megatron, just with red and blue stripes all along the sides of his chest, legs and arms and his helmet was different, too. Instead of the bin-shaped helmet Megatron sported four short crests, like a crown. It made him wonder if maybe Megatron once had looked like that, too, but that wasn’t important now. Of course had neither a battle mask or any kind of weapon, but what stood out the most were their wide and innocent optics, in a deep shade of purple, the colour of the Neutrals, and they looked up at him with so much love and trust the sight alone warmed Optimus’ spark. In that moment he couldn’t have cared less if there was a purpose for the Matrix’ actions or not, he was just eternally grateful.

“They are our gift to the Cybertronian race, to bring peace and hope to the Children of Primus at least” the Matrix explained and smiled warmly at Optimus and the sparklings he was still holding, then added. “Love can be found in the most unpredictable places. Online your optics and you will see.”

The entity begun to fade away and Optimus felt the overwhelming presence slowly pushing him out of its presence and back to the world of the functioning. Before he onlined however he heard a last time the faint echo of its words, as if they were coming from a great distance, a faint echo.

“Peace ... and hope …”

Slowly Optimus onlined from his trance-like state, feeling disorientated and kind of fuzzy. Also onlining his optics he felt something wet on his face, like tears. Apparently he had cried even in stasis and his vision was still a little blurry because of the remaining tears on his optics.

Regaining his senses one after the others the Prime tried to sit up, but felt the bonds around his wrist and chest pull him back onto the berth. Seeing that it was pointless he didn’t try to move again and instead tried to have a closer look at his surroundings. The first thing to hit him was that he wasn’t in “his” room any longer, but in what seemed to be a med bay of some sort. The light was blinding him and the walls were white instead of the habitual deep purple the Decepticons seemed to favour. What he also saw were two pairs of red optics staring at him.

Soundwave and Megatron, of course, and they didn’t seem very happy right now. Well, Soundwave was as emotionless as ever, arms folded in fornt of his chest, but Megatron was showing a rather large amount of anger and… was that concern he saw in his optics as well? Left aside that he doubted it, this had to be a first.
Clenching and unclenching his fists alternately the warlord was apparently debating with himself whenever or not he should slap his dump bondmate for his foolish behaviour and obviously he decided against it. Instead Megatron came closer to the examination berth and spoke to him with his voice full of anger, but also with a little hint of worry.

“What in the Pit were you thinking, Prime, bringing yourself in a self-induced stasis lock ?! That was downright stupid and you know it fragging well! What if you weren’t able to reboot afterward, you fool?! You may have killed yourself and the sparklings you’re carrying!”

Okay, scratch the “angry”; Megatron was furious and at the end of his tirade he was literally yelling in the face of his captive, actually making Optimus wince uneasy and also a little scared if he was honest. What if the other’s temper got the better of him? With no chance to defend himself Megatron could inflict serious damage on him. The chances that he would just leave the room before that happened weren’t the best, the Prime knew and decided it best to put his vocal processor to good use and try to calm down his fuming mate.

“I had good reasons and I came back unharmed, didn’t I?”

“And what reasons are that supposed to be? What could possible be important enough to risk both our lives and that of my heirs in the process, you imbecile?” the silver mech replied not at all calmed and waited impatiently for an answer.

The Autobot Leader flinched. Of course, Megatron consider the sparklings he was carrying to be solely his heirs and therefore destined to become Deceptions one day. Granted Optimus would have done the same thing, but even from a as-neutral-as-he-could point of view he thought the Autobots’ base to be a far better suited place to raise them, safer and friendlier. The thought that their creation would have to live among creatures like Starscream and go to a similar training made him growl, but wasn’t stupid enough to voice his protest. Not right now at least. If the opportunity to escape ever presented itself, he would make sure that this evil megalomaniac never laid a hand on these innocent sparklings.

“That is not of your concern, Megatron!” the Autobot bit back and fuelled by anger fought against his restraints to bring himself nose to nose whit his captor. “So back off and leave me alone!”

“Oh, but it is of my concern, my dear mate, when the life of my heirs is at stake” purred the Decepticon Leader in his audios with false affection, leaning even closer to him. “I can’t kill you anymore, that is true, but you’re lucky that the safety of those little sparklings is my first priority. If it wouldn’t be for you carrying them you’d be in for a world of torment for such an insulting behaviour” he threatened before straightening up to his full size and glaring at him coldly, arms folded over his chest.

Optimus didn’t bother to reply to that and just glared back at him, gaining a completely new understanding for the human saying “if looks could kill”.. Megatron had said it himself: these were just empty threats, nothing else, and for this day he was truly fed up with being pushed around by his bondmate.

“Fine, keep your little secret then” Megatron growled, when all the glaring didn’t make the other suddenly fall apart. Then he turned to Soundwave, who had remained silent and unmoving during that entire ordeal, and ordered: “Stay here and make sure that that little stunt he pulled has no side effects, then take him back to his room. I have to go back to the Nemesis for a couple of days, so he’s you’re responsibility until I come back.”

“As you command, Lord Megatron” was the neutral answer of the Communication officer, but Megatron barely heard it when he stormed out of the med bay and left Optimus alone with his TIC, but the Autobot Leader couldn’t care less about the Decepticon tyrant and his whereabouts. Lost in his thoughts the Prime simply opted to ignore Soundwave when he started to examine him with a variety of medical instrument, to made sure every thing was alright with him and the sparklings. The words of came back to him, echoing though his processor. “Love can be found in the most unpredictable places” it had said. The Prime wasn’t so sure about what it meant, but he wondered if it was referring to Megatron, even if the thought itself was very disturbing. But then again, he remembered the way Megatron had fed him when he first came back online in that room, the caring and almost loving behaviour he had then showed. Maybe there was something good in him after all. Maybe the Matrix had meant that those sparklings were destined to be the bringers of peace for the Cybertronian race by bringing peace to the leaders of the war raging fractions, simply by existing. All those little hints of concern, worry and care Megatron had showed to him since he was in here couldn’t be completely born by his imagination, but if they really were what he thought, hoped them to be only time would be able to tell.

*~*The Nemesis, one day ago*~*

During the last few months Starscream had become more and more suspicious about his Leader’s activities. There were these unexplained disappearances and awkward requests from one soldier or the other that had made the SIC more than a little curious about what was going on. And a curious Starscream is a very dangerous Starscream, because he would stop for anything to discover what he wanted to know. It was a remnant of his days has a scientist for the Academy, so very long ago on Cybertron, and sometimes it paid out to have those instincts. After all was he a researcher by spark, an explorer, and all unexplored territories called to him greatly.

After a couple of researches on his own the treacherous Air Commander could pinpoint the very beginning of those events. It must have been about half a human year ago, when Megatron had been trapped in a cave with Prime during a battle with the Autobots for a couple of hours. He remembered it good, especially the absolutely unnecessary punishment his so called Leader had dealt out afterwards, but that must have been when it all begun. But what had happen that day and why it had caused a change in his leader’s behaviour was still a mystery. A mystery he was very determined to solve, so for the last three months he had watched Megatron closely, but careful that no one would suspect more than his usual motives behind the curiosity. From what he had find out Megatron had taken up the habit of leaving once a month without bothering to tell anyone where he was going. Well, except maybe Soundwave, but of course wouldn’t Megatron’s little lapdog say anything. Starscream had tried to retrieve some information from the telepath nonetheless, to no avail, and so his spying had increased in frequency and discretion.

Still, he had been at a dead end until the events of the last couple of days had finally given him the decisive hint. Once again Megatron had left for a secret mission and took his ever loyal lapdog with him, as well as Astrotrain for transportation. Starscream doubted that anyone beside the triple-changer and the communication officer were aware of that little mission. All they knew was that the greater part of their commanding staff was absent without leaving any orders, which technically left Starscream in charge, but the seeker was too busy to try and catch Astrotrain alone to really care that no one would listen to him anyway, but the triple-changer went out of his way to avoid him. Still, what most, including Megatron, forgot often was that there actually was a reason he had become second in command, and so at least to him it was no surprise that he managed to catch Astrotrain in a storage room in the lower levels of the Nemesis.

“Come on. All I want to know is what Megatron needed you for. Was it for a shipping mission or something else?”

“Get lost, Screamer! I’ve nothing to say to you!” replied the mech and tried to shove Starscream away from him, but the smaller Seeker was far stronger than his slender frame let know and didn’t even waver. He had a twisted, wicked and definitely unfriendly smile splattered across his dark face and he added, almost nonchalantly pressing his null–ray-laser against the other mech chest: “I’m not going to go tell our Mighty Leader, don’t you worry. And besides, you won’t have to worry about anything else if you didn’t tell me what I want to know, if you know what I mean…”

“The boss will have my head on a plate if I talk to you, Screamer, and having to choose between your lasers and Megatron’s fusion-canon doesn’t really help” he stammered nervously, looking around to see if anyone was in the vicinity.

“And how about I torture you until you tell me and then let it slip to our glorious leader you spilled? How does that influence your choice?” retorted the Seeker threateningly, pressing his null ray even closer to the other spark chamber, just to prove his point. Sometimes it really paid off to be the smart one around here.

“Ok, ok, I’ll tell you, but, for the love of Primus, don’t tell anybody else, especially not Megatron!” the larger mech finally complied. Knowing Screamer he was going to sell out Astrotrain no matter what, but he’d rater spare himself a second beating and if nothing else the air commander was known for his cruelness.

“Not as long as you do the talking” said Starscream smirking, but not moving from his position.

“All I was told was to wait for Megatron and Soundwave at some coordinates and then take then to the moon base. I didn’t know anything else, honest!”

“The moon base? And what was that you had to carry to the moon base, Astrotrain?”

“Don’t know. All I saw was a long steel box, but I never saw what was inside. Megatron send me away the moment I got them on the moon” replied the mech, shrugging.

Starscream stood in silence, thoughtful, for a long moment. Hadn’t the moon base been decommissioned a couple of months ago? Apparently not, if what the triple-changer had told him was true. Well, it was just like Megatron to keep that kind of secret from his own troops, but what intrigued the Seeker even more was what possible could be inside the steel box. It had to be very important and probably a way to finally get rid of that loser Megatron and take his place has leader of the Decepticons. Why else would the old bin-head go so far to hide whatever had been in that box.

“Can I go, now?” Astrotrain interrupted his thoughts, losing patience.

“Hum…? Oh, yes, get out of here!” replied the Seeker absent-mindedly and let go of the hastily vanishing triple-changer.

It seemed it was time to take a little trip to the moon …

*~*The Moon-base, present day*~*

After leaving the med bay, Megatron went straight to his own chambers to calm himself.

He was confused and he wasn’t even sure of what he was so confused about. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. His feelings towards Prime - Optimus, his bondmate, even if that had been an accident at that time – were the cause, but… what kind of feelings were they? In a way, he must have wanted that bonding, at an unconscious level at least, because for whatever reason a permanent bond like theirs could only be created with mutual agreement, and this was what confused him the most. Had it been the heat of the moment or not, and if not, was it the same for Optimus? And these feelings he was experiencing every time he was close to him… it was beginning to drive him insane. Did he really care for his sworn enemy, his nemesis? He didn’t want to know if that sounded as ridiculous spoken out loud as it did in his thoughts.

“NO! There is no way I care about that good-for-nothing Autobot. I’m the Leader of the Decepticon, I don’t have feelings like that!”

He slammed a fist in the wall, but it didn’t make him feel any better. Ever since he had known that his mate was carrying from their union, he had been experiencing those unwanted and alien feelings and having him right here wasn’t going to help his situation. He felt like a stranger to himself every time he was in the same room as Optimus, like when the other had awoken right after his capture. Primus, he had jumped his bondmate like some sort of lovesick beast and even taken care of him afterwards. The way he had fed him afterward … the mere thought made his energon boil in his main fuel pump like mad. To be close to him made him feel so ... good and that weakness made him angry with himself. As soon as the sparklings were here he would have to get rid of that nuisance once and for all. He couldn’t kill him of course, it would be suicide, but he could lock him so deep and far away from him that he wouldn’t have to lay eyes on him ever and with any chance the sparkling would prevent “the calling” from forcing him to pay his bonded regular visits.

With that thought in mind Megatron left his chambers and headed straight to the launching bay where his little shuttle was awaiting him.

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