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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.

Chapter List
- 6
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- 8
Disclaimer : Transformers © Hasbro/Takara. I only own my OCs Silverstream, Redstar, Darkwind, Amberjewel, Lightcloud and Swiftstrike.

A/N: Nothing, really, except for a lot of angst and a very VERY dark atmosphere… keep a Kleenex box nearby. ;-)

What Tomorrow Holds

Interlude: Sorrow

“When you’re gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you’re gone
The face I came to know is missing too

When you’re gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through
The day and make it okay
I miss you…”
When you’re gone –Avril lavigne

Chapter 6: A world without you…

Iacon Central medical Center, a couple of hours later

Megatron awoken slowly. It took him some time to acknowledge where he was and what he was doing there, though, but finally, memories started to flood his CPU and he couldn’t keep down the tears that were swelling inside his optics.

“Starscream…” He whispered in a desperate, hurtful tune.

It all came back to him, now. The explosion, the fire, the bodies scattered everywhere but… Worst of all… Is dear Bondmate dying in his arms as he could do nothing to stop it. He deep, primal cry escaped his vocaliser and he curled up in his side, unable to process this information just yet. It was too overwhelming, too painful. Unconsciously, he reached for the place where his bonded’s spark was for an incalculable amounts of years, but all he found was a cold, empty void.

He was gone… He was really gone, and he’ll never come back again… That gaping hole in his spark was there to remind him of his departure…

He was still lost in his thought, tears running freely down his cheeks, when he heard the door to his room opens. He powered up his optics – he hadn’t even realised he had offline them – and saw Optimus entering the room, followed by Ratchet.

The red and blue mech slowly came to stay on the side of the bed, a deeply concerned and sorrowful expression spread on his faceplates, and put a sympathizing hand on his brother’s shoulder. He had himself lost his bondmate millenias ago, and the hurt was still there, lingering in his spark every minutes of the day. The way Optimus found to ease the pain and accept the loss was to fight, to loose himself for ages into an apparently unending war.

But now, as he saw the happiness his brother found for himself with Starscream, and his sparklings, he finally found a kind of peace. But now… Now, because of a senseless violence, this was gone too, and it was almost as painful for himself that it must be for Megatron.

“How do you feel, Megatron?... I know how much it must hurt right now…” The Ruler of Cybertron asked as he looked in his brothers optics to see a pain so deep it’ll never heal completely. “All I can say is than the pain will ease someday, with time…”

Megatron didn’t answer right away, but he took his brother’s hand into his own and squeezed a bit to make him know he heard him. But he was struggling to regain control of his vocal processor right now. All he could produce were sobs and statics. After maybe a breem, he finally managed to talk, but his voice was still filled with static.

“I don’t know… I feel like the world collapsed around me… It’s like a cold, gaping hole in my spark, where Starscream used to be…”

It was all he could say before he lost his voice again as it broke in a spark-wrenching keen, stabbing and utterly sad. Optimus sat down on the berth next to his brother, and without shame, took him in his arms and rcked him like he was a sparkling again. Like he does when they were still very young and his little brother was in pain or angry, or hurt. Ratchet, whom had stayed close to the door since they came into the room, couldn’t help but find it appealing and full of sorrow at the same time. Optimus was whispering into his brother’s audio gently as he was holding him. After ten breems, finally, the sobs quieted and Megatron nodded to his brother to let him go, he was fine now, he would come through.

“You sure?”

“Yes… Thanks, Optimus. I needed it, I think. I… still feel like scrap, though, but I’m not going to break down anymore… for now.”

Optimus smiled down at him and got up, nodding in understanding. He knew Megatron was proud and incredibly stubborn, and therefore, I wouldn’t want anyone to see him like that aside from his brother. And Ratchet wouldn’t tell anything to anybody either.

“Alright then… We have some news for you, and I’m afraid they’re not good.”

Optimus seemed reluctant to bring that news to him, but there were no other choices. Megatron still had a family to take care for, even if Starscream wasn,t there anymore. And besides, it concerns Silverstream, whom was injured severely in the explosion… Ratchet then took a step towards the berth and cleared his vocaliser.

“It concerns Silverstream… He was with Starscream when the Aerotrain exploded, and he was… severely hurt....”

Megatron sat up on the edge of the berth and looked at the medic with concerned and worried optics, asking him to give him more details. What happened to little Silverstream? Is he alright, how serious are his injuries? He asked all those questions, and the medic seemed to deflate with tiredness and defeat. This was the part he was always reluctant to fulfil in his job: bringing the bad news. He gathered his will and spoke again, his usually grump and harsh tune now soft and quiet.

“Starscream managed to shield him for the most part, and he has surprisingly little injuries, all things considered, but unfortunately, the one injury he did have is located on the head. His head was impaled by a small shard of torn metal, in the back, damaging part of his Processor. We managed to lessen the damages but they were still extensive and… He… he’s comatose for now. I don’t know when he’ll awake, or if he will awake, even…”

Megatron stays silent for a long time, processing this information. Starscream was gone, and the youngest triplet was comatose with extended injuries to his processor. And he’s comatose… Maybe forever, if what Ratchet told him was accurate. He off-lined his optics and raised a hand to cover his faceplates, badly hurt by this new development. Optimus put a hand on his shoulder again as he leaned forward until he was almost resting his chest on his legs, both hands covering his faceplates now.

Finally, he got up and to his pedes, a little unbalanced at first but he quickly regained his equilibrium.

“I want to se him. Lead me to his room.”

Ratchet nodded, expecting this request.

“Of course, Lord Megatron.”

He got to the door and into the hallway, followed by Optimus and megatron. They reached the Sparkling Unit not long after, and Ratchet leads them to the room where Silverstream was kept, hooked into several life-support machines. A patch was visible on the back and right side of his little helm, and he looked like he was in deep recharge. Megatron got the his son’s berthside and took the tiny, lifeless claw into his own, stroking the digits lovingly. He stayed like for a long time, before leaning down to kiss his silver forehead gently.

“Heal well, ‘Stream. You can make, it, I know it. You’re a fighter, my son. Just like your mommy was…”

He let go of the hand, carefully arranging it at the boy’s side, before turning to face the two others. He needed to go to his family, now. The other sparklings needed him badly and now more than ever. He had to let Silverstream in the skilled hands of the medics, now, because there was nothing he, himself, could do.

“Where are my other sparklings? I need to see them…” He asked wih a neutral voice, his expression showing nothing of what he feels.

“They’re with Thundercracker and Skywarp in the visitor’s waiting area. I’ll lead you there, Megatron.”

Optimus said nothing, but that cold, expressionless façade Megatron had put on worried him greatly. It was like he took his feelings and locked them up somewhere… He hoped it wasn’t going to continue because this was the best way to ends up in a depression or going crazy with grief in the ends, when the barrier will breaks. He’ll have to be careful and watch him closely.

oOo

Lord Protector’s estate, a couple of hours earlier.

Thundercracker and Skywarp accepted to do some babysitting for their brother since either him nor Megatron would be home today, but what they hadn’t expected was the way things will turn not even an hour after they arrived.

Thundercracker was feeding little Swiftstrike as his brother played with the two triplets whom were home. The little femme, looking so much like her mother-creator, was quietly sucking the bottle. Only ten earth years old, the twins were still the equivalent of babies in Cybertronian’s standards. Lightcloud was waiting for his turn to have a meal, when suddenly, all the children’s froze. Even the little femme stopped suckling her bottle, looking in the void.

“’Strike, what’s wrong, sweetspark? You’re not hungry anymore?”

And then, all of the sudden, the five sparklings started crying. All at once! Even the triplets! For their parts, TC and ‘Warp, as Starscream triplet brothers, felt something very odd and disturbing on their Spark. Like if a small part was suddenly tore away violently. ‘warp put a hand over his Spark and shot a concerned look at his brother, fearing the worst.

“TC…”

“Yeah, I felt that. I don’t like it one bit, ‘Warp… I’ll try to reach Screamer to see if he’s alright.”

He had to talk loudly because the infants and sparklings were all crying out at the top of their vocal processors. They were all clinging to their uncles like the Pit was about to open loose. The blue jet tried to reach his brother through the brotherly bond they shared but all he felt was a void, cold and empty. He tried again and again but, every time, he got the same result. Finally, he looked at Skywarp with concern, slightly afraid.

“I can’t reach him. It’s like he’s not here anymore…”

“Yeah, I got the same result… What the Pit happened, TC?”

“I… really don’t know, Warp, but the kids felt it too. I don’t like it… Not at all!”

The black and purple seeker nodded in approval. They had trouble calming the sparklings down, they just wouldn’t stop crying and wailing, and after an hour, they received a call. They had to go t the Iacon Central Medical Center, because an explosion occurred, and Starscream…

TC let the communicator fell to the floor and his hands got to cover his mouth in shock.

Starscream was dead! He turned slowly to his brother, tears starting to build in his optics, as he took the communicator into his hands and asked what was going on. Soon, his face fell and he looked agape at the communicator like it had bitten him, before closing it. In a matter of clicks, the two remaining brothers fell into each other arms as they broke up in tears. Around them the sparklings where still upset and highly agitated. It took ten breems for them to regain a semblance of composure, and they gathered the kids’ before going to the Medical Center.

They had waited in a small, uncomfortable waiting room for hours, dealing with upset sparklings and trying to process what was going on. TC ans Warp were holding into each other when Megatron came in with Ratchet and Optimus after four or five hours, comforting one another as best they could, and holding the little ones as well. The picture was very difficult and spark-breaking…

As soon as they enter, The Seekers got up, and the two triplets as well as little Amberjewel ran to their father, tackling his legs as they cried. Megatron crouched down and took the Femme in his arms – she as taller as her brothers, even if she was two vorns younger than them, because of her shuttle built – and she hugged his neck tightly. Megatron then looked up at his mate’s triplet’s brothers and opened his mouth as if to say something, but he couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come. He saw the understanding in the other mechs’ faceplates and knew than words were useless. They already knew what happened because of the brotherly bond.

After a long time when nobody uttered a word, Megatron broke the silence with a strained voice.

“I’m so sorry… So terribly sorry… I should’ve been there and not him… I should’ve be the one to go with Silverstream… I shouldn’t…”

“Hey, that’s not your fault… You couldn’t foresee what happened.” Interrupted Thundercracker as he put a hand on Megatron’s shoulder.

Megatron nodded weakly, still blaming himself for not being able to see what was about to happen, to save his bondmate. To made his sparklings orphans of one creator… He looked at his creations and all he could see was Starscream… How he would’ve loved to see their little sparklings grow up to become mechs and Femmes. To see their first day at school, their first love, their first sparklings… He felt tears run down his cheeks once again and cursed himself for his weakness. Why couldn’t he stop himself for crying every two clicks!?

“It is… I… I miss him so much…”

“Yeah, we miss him too… We’ll always miss him. Screamer was always the center of the trine, our strength and our spark. I know that flying would never be the same without him by our side…”

It was Warp that spoke now. They were all hurt one way or another. Optimus and Ratchet silently left the room, leaving the family together to mourn in private. After a long time, finally, Megatron felt an overwhelming fatigue wash over him and he wanted to go back home with his sparklings. He wanted to be home to tell them for their mother… He wanted to hug and hold them and never let go again. He wanted to be with them and help them through this as he himself needed help. But whoever else could comfort them but him?

TC and Warp insisted in coming with him. They didn,t wanted to let him alone after that tragedy, and insisted when the silver Lord protested, saying he was alright. He wasn’t, and Ratchet supported the two Seekers with this. Megatron shouldn’t be left alone. He could be tempted to do something drastic if he wasn’t carefully supported.

oOo

Lord Protector Estate, later that night

Megatron gathered his sparklings into the main room, especially the triplets (whom were currently two) and Amberjewel. The twins were still too young to understand. TC and Warp were posted not too far, watching the scene unfold quietly and sadly. Megatron knelt down in front of his sparklings and he wore a serious yet sad expression.

Darkwind, the oldest sparklings, was the first to break the silence.

“Where’s mommy? When did he come back? Why is everybody so sad, daddy? And… why did it hurt here?” He asked, pointing at his little chest, above his Spark.

Megatron took a deep breath, shaken by this. Of course they felt it when Starscream’s spark faded… Not as strongly as him, but nonetheless…

*Ho, Primus, give me the strength! I don’t want to do this…* Thought the silver giant as he offlined his optics for a moment, sighing deeply.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?”

Finally, Megatron powered up is optics again and looked at his sparklings, every of them, in the optics. Amberjewel had tears on her little amber optics gazing up at him with trust, and the two Seekerlets looked upset and nervous.

“Your mommy… Isn’t with us anymore. I know you can feel the void, here, in your Sparks…” he placed his own hand over his spark, the words hard to get out.

“Where is he? Why isn’t he going back home?”

“Because he and Silverstream had an accident. A serious accident and your mother… He’s with primus now… He’s… He’s…”

Megatron bit his lips. Ho Primus, he couldn’t SAY it! It was too hard! Redstar and Darkwing were sniffling and crying now, starting to understand what their father was telling them. Amberjewel was still puzzled, but she started crying when her brothers do. She knew something was wrong.

“Dada? Why crying? Want mama!”

Megatron took the little Femme into his arms and hold her close, speaking again.

“He’s not going back, sweetspark. He’s with Primus, in the wheel of Allspark, now. But…” He placed a hand over the little upset femme spark casing and added. “As long as you remember him, he’ll be in there. He’s still there in our sparks, sweetie…”

From their corner of the room, when they were holding Swiftstrike and Lightcloud, TC and warp were having trouble avoiding their own tears to flow. The blue seeker had put an arm around his brother’s shoulder and hugs him close, whispering something in his audio. The dark seeker nodded and sniffled, forcefully pushing the tears away. Megatron was now crying as he was holding his older sparklings close, sharing his pain with them.

“Maaaama… Want maaaama…” Cried little Amberjewel as she clung to her dad’s tightly, sobbing loudly.

“He’s not here, sweetie… I’m sorry; he won’t be going back… Shh, shh, I’m here, I’ll always be there…”

He tried to comfort her as beast he could as his own tears were flooding freely down his faceplates, this entire ordeal almost breaking him down into pieces. On their parts, the two older brothers were trying valiantly to stay strong, and not cry, but tears were straining their little faceplates and their features were crunched in pain and sorrow. They got up and wrapped their arms around their father, closing the family link.

They stayed like that for a long moment, until the sparklings, exhausted, fell into recharge. Megatron put them to bed with the help of Skywarp and Thundercracker. And after that, he got to bed himself, physically and psychologically exhausted. The two seeker took the guest room, and the estate fell silent.

oOo

“STAAARSCREEEEEAM!”

Megatron was trying to reach his bondmate as he was dangling on the edge of a bottomless precipice, his wings torn of and his thrusters disabled. A raging, cold wind was tearing at him, pulling him from the edge and toward a metallic, rusted crucifix. He tried to claw at the ground to move but the wind, raging more and more strongly, pulled him backward, until he had his back to the rusted crucifix.

“MEGATRON! HELP MEEEEEEE!”

Starscream’s voice was pleading, terrified, but Megatron couldn’t move as spiked emerged from the giant crucifix and impaled his hands, arms, foot and legs, trapping him. He yelled at the pain washing through him. Something emerged from the precipice, and Megatron screamed as he saw tentacles wrapped around his mate’s limbs, tugging and squeezing.

“MEEEEGATROOON! HELP!!!”

“STARSCREAM! STAAAARSCREEEEAM!”

He saw with dreadful horror his mate tore into pieces and his spark was tear from his chest in front of him. The pieces were tossed in the precipice, apart for the shining, bright spark.

“NOOOOOOOOO!”

He trashed and screamed but couldn’t get free, as more spike impaled him. He saw Starscream’s Spark encased in a crystal and frozen, before slowly floating toward the stormy sky. A hole formed in the clouds and a light enveloped the spark. A voice whispered into Megatron’s audio as the spark disappeared into the light.

“This is not the end…”

Megatron screamed and…

Awakens with a start, panting, his fans trying to cool down his overheating body, Megatron was wrenched out of his nightmare. He had sat up on the berth, tense and ready to fight, but it was only a nightmare… He took his head into his hands and keened in despair. Starscream was going to haunt his dreams for as long as he lived, he knew this…

He tried to remember what the dream was about but he couldn’t. The only that comes to his mind was a phrase. ‘It’s not the end…’ What does this means? Was it something he should remember? Tired and distressed, the silver mech pushed those thought away and go get himself a drink. He took the high-grade cube and drowned it in three long gulped, before taking a second. He brought this one with him into his room and sat down, looking blankly at the spot Starscream occupied for so long.

He narrowed his optics, a new feeling rising inside of his spark. Rage. A deep, burning rage towards the mech responsible for this.

And he vowed, on his beloved mate’s memory that he will make them pay dearly.

-TBC-
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