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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 6: Complications.

After leaving the moon base to go back to the Nemesis Megatron was starting to felt much better.

He didn’t wanted to admit it, but the close proximity to his bondmate had a disturbing effect on him and the longer he stayed near him the stronger the other’s influence on him got. It had taken the form of an annoying new sense of – and he couldn’t even think about it without dread – kindness and understanding even for his most mischievous men and their stupidities. Primus below, he had even found himself willing to let Starscream get away without a most needed beating now then, but had until now been able to fight off that urge through beating the living daylight out of his whining SIC. That therapy never failed to get his processor back into working order when a good, harsh dose of anger, rage and old fashioned evilness didn’t help anymore.

Well, at least it had worked the first couple of weeks, but now it was becoming more and more difficult. Every time they had had to renew the bond those “interferences” had become stronger and nested deeper in his spark and now, with that new situation, it had become even worse. He was constantly assaulted by the feelings travelling freely through the bond between him and Optimus, as if the Prime was sending them on purpose. Megatron guessed that it was because of the sparklings. They were certainly weakening Optimus’ control over his end of the bond. How he could not say, but he couldn’t do anything against it anyway. No matter if he accepted it or not, he just would have to live with it, at least until the sparklings were born.

Curse Prime and his disgustingly goodness and curse those annoying side-effects of the bond they shared! The sooner he could get rid of the Autobot-weakling the better. Once he had his sparklings securely hidden far away from both the Autobots and the other Decepticons, he would have Prime locked away and then he could hopefully return to his normal life.

“Four weeks, just four more weeks to go and this madness will be over” the Decepticon thought to himself and entered the elevator platform of the Nemesis, but it couldn’t cheer him up for long. He had barely set a foot out on the hallway when a familiar screechy and annoyingly whiny voice greeted him. Slowly the overlord turn around to see his unnerving SIC leaning nonchalantly against the wall next to the door, his arms folded and a smug grin plastered on his faceplates. He was obviously waiting for him and that was not a good sign.

“Welcome come back, mighty Megatron. I was beginning to worry if you’d ever return.”

Megatron lifted an optic ridge in amusement over his treacherous lieutenant’s behaviour. The little fragger was so easy to read it had become boring. The younger mech had never been able to hide his feelings quite well from the inquisitive optics of his leader and as long as he underestimated the silver mech’s processor capability his little plans to overthrow Megatron would never succeed. That or the Air Commander was plain suicidal.

“Oh, really? I could have sworn I heard your disappointed screech when I returned, just as I always do and always will. Say, Starscream, why is it that you never learn your place?”

“Oh, I always knew my place, Megatron.”

In the next moment the silver tyrant had the now very nervous mech pinned against the wall and brought his face within an inch away from the other’s.

“You should know you can’t fool me, so you must be either stupid or just plain suicidal” Megatron declared in a dangerously sweet tone, pressing his comparable great weight against the other’s frame for emphasis.

“What have you done this time? Spiced my energon? Explosives under my berth? A virus in the security system to attack me?”

Realising his mistake Starscream frenetically searched for a way to avoid being beaten up once again by the Decepticon Leader. It would already be the third time this week and he really wasn’t a fan of being embedded into the walls.

“No, my Lord, I’d never do such a thing. Please, spare me!”

If there was one thing Megatron found more disgusting than his bond with the Prime it had to be Starscream’s whining and it annoyed him to the core. Why couldn’t the seeker at least have the guts to stand up for his treacherous nature? Well, the high chance of being permanently offlined could have to do with that, but why did he then whine about that no one respected him when he would start to beg for his miserable life by the slightest sign that his plans once again failed? Sometimes he wondered why he was still keeping the Air Commander around, but then, he was an excellent flier and no one could keep the seekers as good under control as Starscream.

The wide optics and slightly pinched lips components of the SIC were telltales proof of his current high nervousness and little panic and Megatron drank in the sight for a moment. Then he closed the remaining distance between them.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood right now, but don’t test my patience, Starscream. But may Primus have mercy on your spark if I discover any act of treachery, because I will crush it under my pedes together with your pathetic little plan.”

After a moment or two of pressing painfully against the smaller mech to make sure his point was well understood Megatron slowly backed off and after one last wicked grin he mockingly patted him on the head like a good dog. He then turned around and headed to the control centre, chuckling slightly in the knowledge that Starscream would seethe over this for a long time.

*~*

Once Megatron was gone Starscream turned over and buried his first in the nearest wall, growling angry and cursing under his breath.

He had let Megatron humiliate him once again! Why couldn’t he be stronger in front of the silver tyrant? The other always made him look like a terrified sparkling as soon as he started his intimidation tactics on him, and he let the Decepticon Lord win every single time, but that was over now. If his new plan worked, he would never ever have to kneel before Megatron and beg at his feet. No, he would make him kneel and beg and watch out for his moods!

“One day, Megatron, you’ll be the one fearing me!” he growled in a low voice, optics blazing crimson. His little “interrogation” of that fleeting idiot Astrotrain hadn’t provided him with much, but nonetheless with an interesting insight in the Decepticon Leader’s latest activities. Megatron and his bitch, Soundwave, and most certainly the CO’s horrible cassette-brats were on something big and Starscream intended on finding out what it was and use it against him in whatever way it provided.

Actually had the seeker a pretty good idea what, or rather whom Megatron was hiding. The Autobots had been rather restless during Megatron’s absence and yesterday he had by chance been able to eavesdrop on a very interesting conversation between some high-ranking Autobot-scum on an old scrap-yard near their base. Those stupid idiots hadn’t noticed him, although one of the ground crawlers had been scanning the whole area – which only reinforced his believe that they were idiots – but they had provided him with the vital information that their Prime was missing – obviously the reason for their unusual activities as of late – and they suspected him to be held hostage by Megatron on the old moon base.
At that Starscream had almost gasped and given away his position, but he had bit it back quickly. Like everyone else he had thought that the moon base had been abandoned after Megatron’s plan to take control over earth’s communication from there had turned out a complete failure, as always he might add. Still, according to the Auto-dorks and Astrotrain he had been mistaken in that assumption.

So, he knew what Megatron was hiding and where, just the why he couldn’t imagine and how he could use it to his own advantage, but in contrast to the Autobots he had the means to find out right now.

Starscream entered the elevator his still-leader had just abandoned and took off. It was time to pay a visit to the moon.

*~*~*

“What do you mean, they are not here?”

“Just that, Prowl. Cosmos and Skyfire are on a mission outside this solar system for Prime and not due for another week or so” Blaster replied calmly. “Sorry, man, there’s really nothing I can do ‘bout that.”

“And we can’t reach them here?”

“Not without Cosmos, who is ...”

“Not available. I got it the first time” Prowl almost shouted frustrated. Blaster didn’t feel any better. He wanted to help the search and rescue mission that was about to be formed and being the bringer of bad news wasn’t really productive, but the tactician’s uncharacteristically behaviour didn’t help at all and also made him a little nervous. At least the SIC was just standing there with folded arms and gracing him with a deep frown and not pacing and growing angrier with every passing moment like Ironhide. You’d think the mech was a caged animal or something, but the worst was Jazz. The monochrome mech was leaning against a wall of the communication room and appeared to be the calmness in person, but was actually in a heated discussing with three different people via com and probably also in constant exchange with Prowl. The tension radiating in this room was almost solid and Blaster had to admit that right now he was incredible glad not to be Soundwave. If rumours were true the other splitspark would get the ancestor of all processor aches in here and he wouldn’t wish that on anyone, not even his personal nemesis.

Still, that new delay had a bright side to it in his opinion. Prowl could get some downtime – and Primus knew he needed it badly – and peace to come up with a new, flawless strategy that contained more than just “get in, get Prime, get out”.

“Then try again, Blaster! We can’t wait that long ta go an’ rescue Optimus! Who knows what Bucket-head plans ta do ta ‘im and the ‘lil one? We don’ ‘ave time ta argue!”

That of course was Prowl, Blaster mused. Their local weapon specialist on the other hand wasn’t the type to wait patiently – and most importantly peacefully – until they were ready to go.

“They’re way ouda range, Hide, even at full power” the boom box repeated annoyed and wondered if the other red mech could shout just a bit louder so he may be heard by Skyfire or Cosmos. “I can try again tomorrow, although it won’t help. We’ll just have ta sit this one out and wait, man. By the way, I thought ya were the one ta condemn Optimus for his ‘lil … affair. Said he was a traitor and all …” he added sarcastically, not liking the tune Ironhide was using with him. It wasn’t his fault that currently Murphy’s Law was reigning the universe.

“Shut up ‘fore ah take ya ‘ead and shove it up yer aft, slaghead!” snarled the temperamental mech menacingly, taking a step toward Blaster, who instantly raised his hands in a soothing way, a sheepish smile plastered across his faceplates in an attempt to calm the angered mech down and save his poor head in the process.

“Man, no need ta take it so personally. I was jus’ foolin’ ‘round, that’s all! I didn’t mean anything.”

“For ye sake ah hope that’s true” grumbled the red van, but backed off again and huffed frustrated. This whole mess was starting to drive him nuts.

“What ‘bout Omega Supreme?” asked Jazz out of nowhere, invading the conversation right on cue to cool down some overheated exhaust pipes. “I know, he’s not the one for stealth and all, but better than nothing and he should be available, right?”

Prowl shot his bondmate a grateful glare and received an amused one in return. As entertaining as the tactician’s dressing downs could be – especially when he wasn’t on the receiving end – right now it would have probably only made things worse, so the Porsche decided to take things into his own servos and cool the tension before it got ballistic.

Unfortunately he had to discover that on some days really everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

“Unfortunately is he also out of commission” Prowl informed them disappointed. “He’s still damaged form his latest encounter with the Constructicons and according to Ratchet ground bound for another two weeks. I fear for now our best course of action is to prepare the mission thoroughly and wait for Skyfire to return. If the information we have are accurate – and I’m pretty sure they are – we’ll only have to deal with Soundwave, his cassettes and Megatron. If we avoid direct confrontation a party of three or four mechs should be enough to accomplish a successful infiltration and rescue.”

“If it’s discretion ya want, then I‘m your mech, Prowler, and Mirage. Trailbreaker’s force field could come in handy, too” stated the Porsche, already half way into planning. Just because he was able to do a lot of things on the go didn’t mean he didn’t know the necessities of a good preparation.

“Count me in” Ironhide said determined. “And don’t even think about leaving me ‘ere. No ten mechs nor a tractor beam could keep me from saving Prime.”

“I feared you would say that, Ironhide” sighed the Datsun with a hint of annoyance. “And as for you, Jazz, you can’t assemble a team before you have a plan. We need to consider all the possibilities before choosing who will go on this mission. It’s too important to rush things.”

“Alright, Prowler. Is cool” agreed the mech cheerfully. “Anyway, we still have a week, don’t we? I’m sure you’ll sort out one heck of a plan ‘til then, luv. You always do.”

::Maybe you also can find some time for the Jazz-man?::

::You are impossible, Jazz.::

::And you love me for it.::

“Alright. dismissed. Ironhide, could I have a word with you?” the tactician asked in a way that made it very clear the matter at hand was private when following the other two out of Blaster’s kingdom.

“Yeah, sure” shrugged the old warrior and followed Prowl into an empty room nearby, curious about what the SIC could want from him.

“I don’t mean to disregard your skills, but I can think of at least ten mechs in the crew who would be just as suited to take part in this mission, should the need arrive. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to leave you out of this, but I have to be sure you don’t want to come along solely because of your private interest in Optimus. Given the circumstances I can hardly expect anyone to be unbiased, but I can’t take along a mech whose judgment could be clouded by misplaced feelings. It’s a dangerous variable that I have to consider in the equation” the tactician said, strait to the point as always, and observed the reaction of the red mech carefully while waiting for his answer.

At first Ironhide looked as if he had blown a circuit in anger, but then he calmed down again to the point where the weapon specialist looked tired, tired and frustrated to the core. He let out a long suffering sigh before saying anything, as if he was carefully thinking things through first.

“Ah know. Don’t cha worry, Prowl, ah won’t let ya down. Ah’m a big mech, ah can ’andle my feelings just right and ah won’t let them get in the way of that mission. Never ‘ave and never will. We’ll first get Prime and when ‘e’s back on ‘is pedes ah’ll see ‘ow ta solve my personal problems.”

He put a battle worn hand on the younger mech’s shoulder and added with a half smile: “Just … trust me. Ah know what I’m doin’..”

Prowl copied the gesture genuinely, but still with a concerned frown on his faceplates that warned Ironhide that the worst part was yet to come.

“But what if he doesn’t want to come back?”

Cybertronian or not, Ironhide actually paled.

“ ... What?!”

“It is a possibility we have to take into consideration” the monochrome mech interrupted before he lost all faith, but he had to be sure the other was aware of it. “Especially since Optimus is bearing. I don’t have to remind you how ... unpredictable bearing mechs can be.”

No, he didn’t. It had been a while since then, but Ironhide remembered very well the time when both Jazz and Mirage had been with sparkling. Granted, as special ops members they had been very much unpredictable before, but the gestation-protocols ... lets say it had lead to lots of confusion. To see Mirage become all affectionately in public and Jazz throw temper fits that even made Ratchet’s pale in comparison had been very disturbing.

When he thought about it like that Optimus actually had done quite something with suppressing the protocols for so long. Except for the occasionally mood swings no one had noticed anything until he was gone.

“Ye really think he would do that?”

“Honest answer? If Jazz ever decided to join the Decepticons I would try to talk him out of it, but in the end I would follow him. With Prime it is a special cause of course, but ... in the end they are bonded and we can’t be sure how much that will eventually effect their decisions, but if, if Optimus wishes to stay with Megatron out of his own free will, what will you do?”

Ironhide stared at the tactician. He would have never suspected Prowl to say something like that.

“Are those your thoughts or is that Jazz talking out of you?”

“That wouldn’t make a difference, I just wish I could say I would decide in Optimus’ best interest, but I don’t know and I prey I’ll never have to find out. Just ... just think about it, Ironhide.”

Prowl squeezed the hand on his shoulder firmly before he let go and left. He knew he could rely on the weapon specialist, although the feelings of the other for their leader were deeper than plain loyalty and friendship. Maybe that would even work out in their favour, but something told the Datsun that he would regret taking the older mech along, although not in the way he thought he would.

*~*

After leaving Starscream to steam in his own juice Megatron was in a far better mood, which actually worked out to be good luck for another seeker. Thundercracker, apparently on monitor duty, was obviously more than just a little bit tired, because instead of watching the monitors as he was supposed to do the blue jet was resting comfortably on the chair, his pedes left to rest on the top of the console, sound asleep and even snoozing softly. Usually seeing that in his control centre would have let to some serious punishment, but right now he found it rather amusing. Chuckling lightly at the picture presented to him the Decepticon Lord silently walked up to the recharging mech and, without warning, kicked the chair he was resting on, sending the seeker sprawling ungracefully on the floor with a surprised yelp.

The heap of wings and limbs trying to get up from the floor and disentangling himself from the chair that had fallen on top of him was a highly entertaining sign, but the Decepticon repressed the urge to burst out in laughter, although it wasn’t easy. It was so endearing, for the lack of a better word, to watch the mech try to explain himself to his leader in order to avoid being punished for dozing off on shift. That Megatron actually didn’t feel like punishing him at all he didn’t know and to prevent rumours about their leader becoming soft he let the oldest of his lead-trine get away with a smack upside the head and a week worth of double shifts for his blatant incompetence, before turning to the reports of the last three. The Autobots, were busy searching for their missing leader – to see them run in circles like headless organics was just as amusing as embarrassed and terrified seekers – and had not been causing any trouble for the Decepticons and the lack of in-flight left only a few things worth reporting. Half disappointed half relieved that even without him not everything went to the Pits right away the silver grey mech headed for the main computer and spent the next hour looking over some personal data and files, leaving Thundercracker on his own device and smiling inwardly at the obvious relief of the seeker when he left for his personal quarters. It was quite pleasing to see that he still had it down pat.

With that thought in mind Megatron granted himself a nice, long and most needed ion shower and then some high-grade from his most private stash while he worked on updating some personal files and reports.

Lost in his work, Megatron almost fell over his chair when a sudden, burning pain that stabbed his spark like a white-hot dagger made him jump. Suppressing a startled, pained cry, the silver tyrant pressed a trembling hand on his chest.

“What the slag ... Optimus!”

Realisation and fear made the Decepticon Lord feverishly reach for his personal communicator and try to reach Soundwave on the moon. Something wasn’t right and that suspicion became fact when he tried and tried again, but to no avail. Neither his faithful communication officer nor one of his cassettes answered his hail and Soundwave wasn’t the type of mech to let him down. Something must have happened up there.

The pain in his spark suddenly stopped and the bond fell silent, dead, on his spark, genuinely scaring him and making Megatron run down the corridors of the Nemesis to get to his personal shuttle still docked on the landing platform. Some of his men were startled to see him run as if the Unmaker himself was on his tail, but he had no time to care about that. To lose the bond he had slowly become used over the last eight months left him feeling cold and empty, in a bad way, and that was a dreadful and deeply disturbing experience.

Cursing Megatron entered the shuttle.

Starscream had to be behind this, who else? The seeker had been conspicuous by his absence since he arrived at the Nemesis not even a day ago and to hear nothing of his air commander was never a good sign. What if the red flier had somehow found out about his unholy bond with Prime, or worse, about the sparklings? The thought made his core freeze. If Starscream got hold of Optimus he could and would use it to discredit Megatron and take over the Decepticons and he would succeed this time. Most of his men would see his “relation” with the Autobot Leader as an act of treason and side with the self-centred seeker, no matter how much they may dislike him, and even the great Megatron couldn’t hope to have a chance against a whole army all on his own. That is if the flier let the Autobot live.

As he shot out the landing platform and headed for the space, Megatron was starting to get more and more worried for his bondmate’s wellbeing as well. The pain – a ping of guild filled him when he imagined that he had caused the other even worse pain in order to capture him – and then the shutdown from Optimus’ side wasn’t good at all. Was his mate only hurt and temporarily offline or dead?

A cold, dreaded chill ran down the silver mech’s spinal unit at the thought of Optimus dead, along with their sparklings, and he boosted the power of his little shuttle to get to the moon faster. He knew of course that the Prime had to be alive or he would have probably been already dead and gone himself, at least as far as he knew, but that didn’t make the thought less terrifying and it was in that moment that Megatron understood, as if someone or something had turned a switch in his CPU. It didn’t matter how often he told himself and his bonded he didn’t care about Optimus at all; it was and would always be a lie, and right now, with a very real threat for his bondmate and their little sparklings at hand he couldn’t even find the ambition to try and deny it.

The realisation made him stare in to the void of space for a moment, dumbfounded and with a face as if someone had just dumped a ton of bricks on his head. Over time he had grown more and more attached to his mate and even more so during the last few days and while admitting that to himself it became suddenly crystal clear.

He loved him.

He, the feared leader of the Decepticon, the slag-maker, second only to Unicron, was in love with Optimus Prime and surprisingly enough it was actually a relief to finally allow that thought to the surface. That and it gave his protection instincts another boost. Nobody, and he meant really nobody, threatened his bondmate or their unborn sparklings, and may Primus have mercy on the fool stupid enough to try, because he most definitely wouldn’t.

“You have gone too far, Starscream. This time it will cost you your spark. Primus, please, don’t let me be too late!”

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