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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: WARNING! Character death in this chapter! Please keep a box of tissues nearby! This is it… the part you were all looking forward to. I hope it’ll be worth the wait. I cried a river when I was writing it, I swear! No smut in this chapter, but you’ll go from a high of cuteness and joy to a deep of sorrow and pain.

What Tomorrow Holds

Part 1: Escalation

Chapter 5: Downfall

CSD Cell Block, later

The prisoner’s head shot up when the door opens, glaring at the mech that had come in.

Soundwave had come down after his meeting with Prowl to have a little… talk… with their latest catch. The cold, emotionless mech was not here only by his own will, but to fulfil the new orders he had received from his secret source. That exact same source he had kept a secret from his subordinates since the beginning of that investigation.

Shockwave, his bondmate…

He was the only one, along with the faceless mech, to know they were bonded. Not even Megatron knew this, because they had managed to keep it a secret for millennia. His fidelity was to only one mech, and it wasn’t, and never had been, Megatron. He had always secretly followed Shockwaves commands, from the time they were still warring on Cybertron to when they had awoken after a 4 millions solar-cycle stasis, on Earth. A double agent inside of his own faction, spying and reporting Megatron’s every moves to his mate via a heavily coded link.

And there he was now, still following his bondmate’s commands and fulfill his duty as an ever trusted follower. When Megatron gave him command of the Cybertron Security Department, newly rebuilt, he had unknowingly started his own downfall. He was about to pay the greater prices for his misplaced trust.

Soundwave stopped in from of the cuffed mech and crouched down a little to be optics-level. Ironhide didn’t flinched, returning the glare equally, looking deeply pissed and determined not to say a word.

“Go frag yourself, slaghead! I’m not gonna tell ya nothing’!”

Soundwave didn’t answer right away. Instead, he grabbed the mech’s head into his hands and immobilized him with an iron grip.

“Comment: irrelevant. I’m not here to question you.”

Fighting to free himself form the unbreakable grip, held not only physically but mentally as well, the red mech’s optics widened as he saw clearly what Soundwave’s intentions and true orders were. And who he was truly responding to. The navy blue mech willingly sent him this information, along with an explanatory thought.

*You know too much. Termination: necessary. Farewell, Ironhide…*

“Wait!... NO!”

That was the last thing the red mech ever said. Holding him firmly, Soundwave released his full psychic powers on the struggling mech and, in a matter of seconds, he stopped moving, his mind efficiently destroyed. His body won’t be long to follow, unable to live without the sustenance of a working mind. But Soundwave wasn’t an idiot, and he made it looks like it was some sort of fatal attack, a natural death, even if it was a painful and sudden one. After he was done, he released the old warrior’s head and the mech fell from the chair, shaken by heavy tremors, his frame jolting off of the floor like an organic sea creature. Not wasting any time, the navy blue mech call for the medics, saying than the prisoner had collapsed suddenly with what looks like an attack of some sort.

Before they got to the room, he sent a last thought to the dying mech, tilting his head to the side.

*I am sorry. I was only following Shockwave’s orders. Like you did.*

He felt a last jolt of consciousness, a deep shock and an understanding, before the mind he was still monitoring faded away and disappeared completely. It was over, even if the body was still alive. He will follow soon.

A breem later, the room was filed with medics and one of them asked Soundwave what happened. The mech answered with his usual coldness, it was impossible to say what he was thinking or feeling. The young medic looked intimidated…

“He collapsed suddenly. Circumstances: unknown.”

“Alright Sir. We’ll do what we can, but it looks bad…”

The medical team soon left with their patient and Soundwave was alone again. He left th interrogation room too and got to his office, closing the door and activating the communication scrambler he had installed a while before. He got a little comm. link out of his subspace and opened it.

“Mission: successful. Threat: removed.”

“Excellent, Soundwave. I knew I can count on you, my ever faithful mate.”

“I live to serve you, Shockwave.”

And then, he cut the communication, and deactivated the comm. scrambler to avoid rising suspicion. He then got some new reports out of a drawer and started working on those, like if nothing had ever happened…

oOo

A week later, Lord Protector Estate

Megatron woke up with a start.

Confused about what had woken him, he looked around with sleepy optics, not completely online yet. His optics fell on Starscream, in deep recharge next to him, and he smiled. The Seeker looked so cute sprawled on his cockpit, hugging his pillow tightly. Leaning down, he kissed him on the cheek and caressed his dark jaw line softly with a thumb.

Syddenly, Megatron tensed up, pain shooting into his gestation chamber, and he understood. It was time. Clenching his teeth, he shook Starscream firmly to wake him up, and soon the Seeker was wide awake and looking at his mate in confusion.

“What is it, love? It’s really early, you know…”

“Stop whining, Starscream. It’s time; the twins are coming right now!” Interrupted the pained Lord as he fell down on his back, hugging his swollen midsection.

“Ho! Right, stay there, I’ll be back soon! I’ll call Ratchet right away!”

Starscream jumped off the berth and ran to the comm. panel on the other side of the room. In a matter of seconds, he had reached the medic and told him to get there ASAP! And then, he made sure Megatron was comfortably arranged on the berth and than everything they would need was ready. And he waited… Every time a moan or a whimper escaped his bondmate’s lips, he would jumped to his side and ask if everything was alright. After the fifth time, megatron lost patience and shouted at him in annpoyance.

“Pleas, Starscream, CALME DOWN! I’m fine, I assure you! Sit down or get out, but STOP ASKING ME THAT! You’re worse than a mother hen!”

“Sorry, love, I can’t help it… I’ll get down to wait for Ratchet, I think…”

“Yeah, good idea. Maybe I can rest a bit until he arrives.”

Starscream got out of the room and let Megatron alone. Ten breems later, ratchet came there with his young assistant, First Aid, and they were laid to the room where Megatron was waiting. When the medic saw the highly nervous and excited state Starscream was on, he ordered him out of the room unless he can control himself.

“No, please! I want to stay here, to see the birth! I swear, I’ll be as calm as a dead mech!”

“Well, it’ll still be a while since that arrives. In the meantime, you may make yourself useful by calling every mech that’ll need to know Megatron’s going to have his sparklings, hum?”

In other words: get out of my way! Starscream sighed and get out going to the main room and calling some mechs. Optimus first, and he was very happy to learn than the twins were coming. He congratulated the Seeker profusely, and then said a couple of words to the triplets. The sparklings were eager to see the new arrivals, and asked a lot of questions. After a cycle, Starscream could cut the communication and call his brothers. Skywarp told him he would come next morning, and Thundercracker wasn’t even home. He let him a message. The next mech he called was Soundwave to inform him than Megatron would be able to return to is duties shortly, and he seemed reasonably satisfied to learn that.

After almost three cycles of calling and answering questions, Starscream finally was done. And he had nothing more to do than wait, and wait, and wait more… He didn’t remember it was so long when he was the one to do the hard work! He was making circles around the door to their quarters, sometimes hearing moans and pained screams that made him stopped and listen for a couple of breems, before resuming pacing like a caged beast.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, Starscream softly knocked at the door after the tenth hour of restless pacing. He now knew what Megatron had to go through when he was in this position, and the wait seems even more tiring than the labour of giving birth. It was more straining on the nerves, though. The opened and First Aid’s faceplates appeared on the threshold. He looked tired but well, so it must be going quite smoothly. It was a relief.

“I was about to call you in. the birth’s imminent, now. Please, come in, I’m sure you don’t want to miss it.”

Starscream quickly brushed past the smaller mech and got to his bondmate’s side, taking his hand softly as he leaned down to kiss his lips gently. Megatron looked tired beyond words. He was resting on his back, his upper body supported by a pile of cushions and pillows and his lower body covered with a soft metallic sheet. The sheet was left above his knees and legs spread widely, as Ratchet was examining his progress. He then turned to Starscream and smiled to him with a satisfied yet tired look.

“It won’t be long now. The port had shifted large enough, Megatron, so I want you to push hard when the next contraction hit, understood?”

The silver mech nodded weakly and turned his head to face Starscream. He tried his best to look strong and ready, but it ends up looking pitifully worn out and weak.

“I feel like slag… Did I look like slag, love?” I must be a sight to behold…”

“You look great, my dear, and more handsome than ever before, I assure you.” Starscream said with complete honesty and pride. He was glowing with joy and love, right now, and had a somewhat partial point of view…

“Flatterer…” Megatron smiled as he closed his optics. “I know I look like slag.”

He then tensed up in pain as a new contraction hit and Starscream moved to the end of the berth, a couple of steps behind ratchet, to see the sparkling coming out. It took two more deep push to get the little head out. It was red with a dark helm. It looks like a mini-version of Megatron’s, too. The sparkling was small, but not as small as the triplets were, and certainly not as big as Amberjewel. She was clearly a gunformer like her mother-creator, a feminine version of Megatron in any ways. Her alt. mode, once grown up, would certainly be a hand-gun of some sort. As soon as she was out, Ratchet cut the energon line quickly and handled the crying infant to First Aid. She had powerful air pumps, for sure, and Starscream winced a little at the piercing wails. The assistant-medic cleared the little intakes and cleaned the sparkling before wrapping her in a blanket. He handed her to Starscream with a smile.

“Here’s your little Femme! She’s healthy and very strong.”

“Yes, I see… and hear that! Thanks…”

He got to Megatron’s side and presented him the little femme gun-former. The silver big mech smiled and took the tiny sparkling into his arms. She stopped screaming and crying instantly. She looked up at her mommy in awe and chirped softly, grabbing a large digit tightly.

“Hello… Swiftstrike… I’m your mother, yes…”

“That name suits her well, love… I like it.” Starscream whispered in his mate’s audio, kissing his cheek gently.

He took back the little femme when Megatron moaned again in pain. He got back to his observation point with the little sparkling Femme and waited to see her twin’s arrival. Soon, another little head was pushed out, and this time it was blue and silver. His helm was built like a Seeker’s, this one was a flyer. Starscream saw the little soft, still folded wings, wrapped around the blue and silver body. They’ll soon dry up and unwrap to take their definitive shape. Ratchet caught the little mech as he slipped out and cut the line quickly, then handled him to the waiting hands of First Aid. He was cleaned and his intakes cleared before he was wrapped up in a soft blanket and handed, crying and wailing, to his father. Starscream took the tiny Seeker mech into one arm because he was so small, as small as the triplets were at birth.

“Hey, little one… I’m your daddy, yes… “

The little sparkling stopped crying and looked up at his father in complete love and trust. He chirped and cooed softly, blinking his tiny red optics rapidly. He then turned to his sister and chirped at her interrogatively. The femme started clicking and chirping back and a conversation started between the two newborn siblings. Starscream smiled down at his beautiful creations and got to Megatron’s side. The Lord was completely exhausted but very happy nonetheless. He took the little Seeker mech into his arms and kissed him gently on the head.

“This one looks exactly like you, Starscream… He’s so small… I can barely feel his weight. Light as a cloud… That’s his name… Lightcloud.”

“It suits him… He’s perfect, like his sister…”

Starscream leaned down and kissed his mate on the forehead, before setting down next to him. He was as exhausted as Megatron. Seeing this, Ratchet couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. He had rarely seen such a happy couple in his function. They were meant for each other, like the two half of a single Spark. If one half was to disappear, the remaining one would be broken… He shook his head at that thought. Why would Starsream or Megatron die? The war was long over. Silently, to avoid disturbing the now recharging family, the medic got out with First Aid and to the door.

“Don’t you want to do a last check-up on the sparklings and Megatron before we leave? They’ll need their first antiviral shot.”

“It can’t wait until tomorrow, First Aid. Let them rest for now. I’ll be back in the morning to see to that.”

The young medic nodded and stayed into the Estate as Ratchet had ordered him. In Megatron’s and Starscream’s room, the couple and their newborn infants were recharging peacefully.

Little did they know than not even a quarter of breem later their happiness will be shattered…

oOo

Ten years later, Charr (Shockwave’s Headquarters)

The purple mech turned slightly from the screen he was studying from a cycle now when the door to his office opened. The last decade had been slow and uneventful, since he had lost one of his most trusted Lieutenants. This sacrifice had been necessary, sadly, but it had taken his plans down for some times. Beside, after the birth of his latest batch of sparklings, Megatron had thought necessary to lay his servos into the investigation. He had made some incredible progress in not even a quarter of vorn, and Shockwave thought it was time to get him out of the picture for good.

He had always respected Megatron, but he thought his ways, during the war and even more after that, were too raw, not thought enough, and above all, way too soft. And during his four millions solar-cycles alone on Cybertron, the former Decepticon had time to make up his own plan to overthrow Megatron and take his place. It was logical, swift and perfect in any way. Only shadow on that picture: Megatron had ended the war before he could launch his attack. As he has the time to do so, the events may have turned way differently.

Part of the plan had been to seize control over Earth and it’s inhabitant to get hold of one of the largest amount of raw energy in the known universe. Enslaving the humans and draining Earth from all his resources would’ve been easy… But sadly, a month before he was ready to launch the attack on Decepticon headquarter on Earth with the force he had gathered on Cybertron, in the ranks of the Decepticons that stayed here along with him, the peace was made. The war was over and his carefully thought plans thrown out the window, as the humans say.

But he was patient. He had carefully crafted a new plan, and a new angle of attack: terrorism. Wakening the new Cybertronian Governement and then seize control over a disorganized, troubled Cybertron. Easy, and it was about to come to fruitition.

He had only one ittle thing to take care off before that… Megatron. He had to be eliminated. He was starting to be way too close to the truth and to him. And he has a plan to wipe him out for good. He knew than the mech was going to take one of the sparklings to see the medic next day and take a public transportation to do so…

The sparkling was only a sad collateral damage. Too bad, he’s cute this one.

“Is everything ready?”

“Yes, Lord Shockwave. Steelclaw’s gone to Cybertron as we speak. He’ll be in place at the convenient time.”

“Excellent, you may go.”

The mech saluted and got out. Now, all Shockwave have to do is wait for the bomb to take his last obstacle out of the way…

oOo

The next day, public aerotrain #549, 08:43 am.

Starscream took Silverstream’s hand into his own as the sparkling tried to get away to explore the aerotrain. The little silver and red sparkling was way too curious, and overexcited by his first trip in a public transportation. At the last minute, this morning, Starscream took his mate’s place to get the little one to his medical check-up because he was called to the CSD building. The jet wasn’t really bothered by that, but he had to call Skywarp and TC to ask them to babysit the five other sparklings.

The purple jet, as ever, was happy to oblige. He loved his brother’s sparklings very much. TC was a little more reluctant but he finally gives in and accepted to come. And there he was, half a cycle later, trying to get Silverstrem to stay quiet and sited. It wasn’t easy… And Starscream didn’t saw him got silently away as he saw an interesting mech not too far.

The sparkling tilted his helm at the dark gray and green mech, who looked like he was a mining or a working unit. Heavy and strongly built. With the innocence and lack of shyness that characterise young sparklings, he talked to the big mech.

“Hi! You look funny… Who are you?”

Startled, the mech looked down and saw the sparklings at his feet’s, not even high enough to reach his knees. Frowning in annoyance and a bit of anger, he shooed him away with a large servo.

“Get lost, runt. I don’t have time to play.”

Silverstream wasn’t going to give up that easily! He was a lot like his mother: stubborn and headstrong. He came back and tugged at the mech leg.

“Mommy says it’s impolite to talk like that. You have to be polite, my mommy says to always be polite with older mechs. Are you a nice mech?”

The large mech huffed in deep annoyance and leaned down to look at the soarkling more closely. He saw that it was a Seeker-built mechling, and looked around to spot a pair of wings nearby. He did, and then took the sparkling hand and pulled him along to his mother. When he felt someone tapping his shoulder, Starscream jumped a little, and then turned around.

“Yes, what is it? Can I do something for you, sir?”

The mech pushed the sparkling in front of him and asked, sounding deeply annoyed and angered.

“Is this rugrat’s yours?”

Starscream looked down and saw Silverstream grinning at him joyfully, not the slightest bit worried by the large mech antics. The Seeker sighed and glared at the wandering sparkling before lifting him up on his arms.

“He is, thanks for returning him. I’m sorry if he disturbed you, sir.” He glared at the smiling sparkling in his arms and added a hint of warning in his tune. “He won’t do it again, I assure you. Silverstream, apologize to his mech for disturbing him.”

“But mommy, I didn’t do anything bad!...”

Starscream shot him the glare that said ‘wait ‘til we got back home…’ and the little silver and red Seekerlet gulped and looked down with an apologetic look, a little worried now. He didn’t want to be punished…

“I’ m sorry, I won’t do it again.” He said quickly, not looking up.

Starscream nodded approvingly at Silverstream before apologizing again to the mech and going back to their seat. He kept Silverstrem on his lap and holds him tightly, not wanting to have to fetch him around the aerotrain again. The sparkling was toying with his mommy’s chest vents in a worried way, and after a moment, he looked up at Starscream to see if he was still angry with him.

“Mommy? You’re not angry, are you? I didn’t mean to be bad…”

Starscream sighed and then nuzzled his little helm playfully, making him laugh.

“No. I’m not angry, ‘Stream. I don’t want you to get lost, you know, and I don’t want you to wander alone away from me. Who knows what kind of mech you could come along in those public transportations? Do you understand?”

“Yes mommy. I’m sorry I scared you…”

oOo

Two seats down the row, a little white and orange mech was seated, carefully holding his bag on his knees. Unbeknown to all, this mech was the one Shockwave had sent to ‘take care’ of Megatron. He was annoyed than the target had changed at the last moment, but he couldn’t do anything now to stop the process. In any cases, if Megatron was to loose his mate, he’ll be too scrapped to be of any trouble for a while.

So it wasn’t such a waste.

The mech opened his bag and carefully shifted his content, pulling little metal string carefully. That string was linked to a container of acid, which, once released, would melt with the raw energon around and caused an explosion powerful enough to blast an entire district to the moon. He looked his chronometer and saw it was now 08:59 am. He started the timer in his head and, at the exact moment the chronometer showed 09:00, he pulled the string off…

The reaction was immediate. A loud hissing sound was first heard and then, not even a click later, an explosion shook the buildings around, cutting the aerotrain in half and sending it to the road below, crashing into the heavy traffic of this hour of the day. The chaos was indescribable, mechs and Femmes were scattered all over the ground on a radius of 500 meters from the ground zero. The aerotrain was a mass of burning and melting metal, torn into an unidentifiable scrap heap on the road below the travelling rail. It was almost impossible for anybody to survive inside that wreck… but nonetheless, a form moved into the thick, suffocating smoke and crawled out the burning wreckage, pulling something along carefully.

When the bomb had goes off, Starscream had barely time to wrap himself around Silverstream to shield him from the blast. At first, he had felt a burning heat on his back and wings, and then a terrible pain shot through his body as he was sent crashing to the metal wall of the aerotrain. He tightens his grip on Silverstream instinctively and managed to make him into the smallest ball possible, before the vehicle crashed to the ground with a deafening sound of crunched and torn metal. The wall he laid on exploded and a sharp, long fragment of metal pierced his cockpit, impaling him and shattering the glass. He felt his wings torn off by the powerful blast that followed the explosion, along with his left arm and leg. He left shoulder vent was barely holding and he was in so much pain he didn’t even know how he could drag Silverstrem out of the fire and down to the road below.

Once he was finally out and a good distance from the impact zone, he fell on his back and curled around Silverstream, protecting him even if it was the last thing he ever does… He didn’t noticed the panicked mech running for the wounded and didn’t saw Megatron amongst them, falling on his knees next to him and taking him into his arms, screaming his name in despair.

“STARSCREAM! NO! HO NO! Please Starscream, answer me! You can’t be dead, you can’t abandon me!”

Megatron was on his way to the CSD building when he saw the explosion and the aerotrain fall, crashing on the road below. He was in the air then, using his flying capability to travel faster, and landed as soon as he saw this. And praying it wasn’t the train Starscream and Silverstream were on…

But fate had decided otherwise…

He was holding the barely recognizable, badly torn frame of his bondmate in his arms, streams of clear fluids running down his cheeks in deep sorrow and despair. Starscream couldn’t die, He couldn’t! He had promised never to leave him! He was angered and disbelieving, lost in his thought, when a weak but firm hand grabbed his shoulder. On lining his optics, he saw Starscream dimly lit ones looking at him, full of pain and resignation. He knew he was going to deactivate; there was nothing anybody could do to prevent this, now. He was missing half of his body, his wings and his spark chamber was torn open by that beam that impaled him. Megatron could see the faint, quick and unsteady beat of the blue Spark by the open wound on the chest.

“M-meg... Megatron…” Starscream managed to breath with great difficulty. “I… Hooooo… I’m so… sorry… for not being able to… hold on… my promise…” He coughs and spat energon profusely on his mate’s chassis, shaking madly and tensing in pain, before calming again and continuing. “I… I won’t be able… to… stay with… you… my beloved… bondmate…”

“Shhh, Starscream… Don’t speak… The medics are coming, you’ll be safe, you’ll see! I… I won’t let you die, love! I can’t let you die… You’re my life, my reason to go on… If… If you die… I’ll be nothing but an empty shell… Please don’t leave me!”

Starscream managed a faint, painful smile, and reach up to cup his mate’s cheek into his remaining hand, and Megatron put his own hand above his mate’s, leaning on the touch. His hand was cold… And he was starting to lose his colors, tuning to a dull greyish shade. The gray of death. His systems were now sputtering and fighting to stay online, but the battle was slowly lost, and he could tell than some systems were already offline. His ventilation system was working hard to cool his battered bady dwn, but they finally gave up with a last wheezing sound. Starscream was starting to overheat…

“Don’t say that… You…” Cough, seizure, cough. “You must… stay strong… for the Sparklings… They… need… you…”

His grip on Megatron’s facelates slacjens and his optics blinking on and off for a moment, before lighting dimly again for a moment. Starscreammationed to Megatron to lean closer and then he breathed his last words into his audios.

“I… will… always… be with… you… My love. I… Love… you…”

And then, Starscream’s optics offline for the last time, to never come online again, and his body go slack in Megatron’s embrace. The silver Lord watched his mate’s spark faintly lit one more time before fading into nothingness…

Starscream was gone…

“NOOOOOOOOOOO! NO! STAAAAAAARSCREEEEEAM!”

Megatron collapsed on top of his mate’s body, feeling a part of his Spark torn off from him at the exact moment his mate’s Spark extinguished, the pain so intense he blacked out and lost counscience for a time.

oOo

Later, Iacon Main Medical Center

When he came back online, he was on a medical berth, and Ratchet was leaning over him. As soon as the medic saw his patient coming back online, he carefully took a step backward, a sorrowful expression o his optics. Megatron sat up slowly and then, he felt it.

The void in his Spark where Starscream’s used to be. The cold, gaping hole that it had become. He took a deep, shaky intake of oxygen and then, took his helm on his hands and wept openly, unable to contain himself. Ratchet, aware of what he was going on, came over him and comfort him the best he could. It was not much but it was better than nothing…

The door at the end of the examination room suddenly burst open and an angry and worried Optimus Prime stormed into the room. Without even acknowledging the mechs trying to stop him, he got strait for Megatron and Ratchet. As a brother of Megatron, he had felt the distress and the pain he was experiencing and came as soon as possible after he learned about the explosion. He syopped and looked disbelieving by his brither’s antics.

“Megatron?! What happened to him, Ratchet?”

The medic pulled his friend away and then told him what happened to Starscream. Megatron was the first on the scene, and holding the Seeker when he deactivated in his arms. Optimus was shocked. This was so horrible… Megatron and Starscream were one of the happiest couple he had ever seen and now, because a mindless violence, he was gone. This was gone forever. Megatron had lost the only thing that he cherished more than his life, and even his sparklings.

When he got out of the initial shock, the Leader of Cybertron was afraid he would try to find the mech behind this madness and exact a terrible revenge on him…

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