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What Tomorrow Holds	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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IMPORTANT! MISSING CHAPTER! IS TO BE INSERTED BETWEEN 'AWORLD WITHOUT YOU' AND 'THE TRAITOR AND A STARNGE AWAKENING'! IMPORTANT!

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 7: Farewell

***Lord Protector Estate, two days later***

Megatron awoken with a scream stuck in his throat.

He onlined his optics and sighed deeply. Since Starscream death, this same dream haunted him night after nights. It was the third time, now. It was always the same: Starscream injured and dangling on the edge of a precipice, him being trapped and tortured, the dismemberement and then… The spark frozen in a crystal, that light and the voice telling him that it was not the end. He tried to find a meaning for that dream, but he was still to pained and wrecked to be able to spend a lot of time doing this.

If there was a meaning, it’ll appear to him when the time’s right, thought Megatron as he got up and get himself a glass of energon. He looked out the window to the city below and thought it was beautiful. Cybertron really regained all of his glory in the last four hundred years, since the end of the war. He sipped his dream slowly, lost in the panorama, trying to clear his mind from the dream. He couldn’t rid himself of the thought than it was more behind this than meet the eyes…

He heard a knock at the door and quickly got to it and opens it. Thundercracker was standing in the doorway, a concerned expression o his faceplates.

“I heard you scream. Is everything alright?”

“Yes. It was only a dream, nothing to worry about.”

Megatron stepped to the side so TC could come in. The blue Seeker got to the window and took a look outside, admiring the view. After a breem, he turned over and looked Megatron in the optics, serious and sad.

“It’s today than Starcream’ll be buried in the old Crypts.” He said slowly, studying Megatron,s expression. “I wanted to see if you were alright…”

Megatron stiffen when he was remembered that detail. He had honestly forgot about all that, which was a little awkward since he sent the last two days taking care of this. He pushed the thought aside as soon as he was home, though, and voluntarily forgot all about this. He didn’t want to be reminded that Starscrem was to be put on his last resting place tomorrow at noon.

“No, I’m not alright, Thundercracker, and I don’t think I’ll ever be alright again.” He offlined his optics and sighed deeply. “How could I be alright? Star’s dead and Silverstream’s in a coma, maybe forever. He may even offline still. Nothing’s right…”

Thundercracker, whim listened to Megatron intently, put a hand on the silver Lord’s shoulder and squeezed a little. Since the day Starscream died, he and Skywarp moved in there to assist and support Megatron in that ordeal. They were hurt and saddened too, but Megatron seemed to be ten times worst. He can stay still and silent for hours looking at nothing, optics lost in the void. That was worrying, and they decided than He shouldn’t be left alone. Ratchet agreed to this. Beside, the little ones would need an adult seeker to look up to sow that their mommy was gone forever.

All those variables were held in consideration for them to reach a decision, and the day after Starscream died and Megatron had to tell the sparklings this, the two remaining triplets announced their decision to megatron. The Lord agreed almost immediately, knowing he will need all the help he could get, and Optimus was far too busy to really help him.

“Hey, we’re all hurthing here, Megatron. Starscream’s death was a hard hit for Warp and me as well as for you and the sparklings.” Said the jet softly, looking in the void for a moment. “We’ll be there for you if you ever want something. You won’t be alone in this, neither tomorrow or never…”

Megatron smiled weakly at this, squeezing the hand on his shoulder in a comforting way. He looked a little better, thought not as much as the Seeker hoped he would be. But it was a start. He smiled back and nodded.

“I’ll let you rest a bit longer then. It’s a couple of cycles still morning. You’ll need to be relaxed and recharged to face this… As I know I will need too. Good night, Megatron.”

“Good night, TC. And… thank you. I needed this.”

“Hey, no problem, mech! It’s why I’m here.” Winked the Seeker as he got out and to his room.

Megatron resumed looking through the window and, after maybe a cycle, managed to get back to recharge.

oOo

***Cybertron Old Crypt, the next day***

The Ancients Crypt was always a dark, cold and overall creepy place, but today, to Megatron, it was like the Pit itself.

A cycle ago, the place started too crowed slowly with all the mechs and femme that wanted to attend to this ceremony. Megatron barely see all of them, aside from Thundercracker, Skywarp, Optimus and his sparklings. After fifteen breems, though, TC ans Warp disappeared because they were supposed to be two of the mechs holding the coffin when it was to be brought in shortly. The other two were supposed to be Dirge and Ramjet.

Megatron tightens his grip on Amberjewel, the little femme sleeping in his arms. The triplet Redstar and Darkwind were seated each side of him, holding his arms with a serious look, optics teary and wide. They tried hard not to cry because they were the oldest sparklings, but with their youngest hurt and their mommy gone and about to be buried, that task was very hard. He could hear muffled sobs and sniffles from the two boys.

As the time stretched almost painfully, Megatron observed the crowd that gathered in the crypt. In the first row, he could see prowl, Ratchet, Soundwave and his Casettes Rumble and Frenzy, as well as the Constructicons. Those mechs looked bored more than anything and Megatron glared dagger in Hook’s direction, making the mech blushes and flinch. Soudwave,s expression was unreadable as ever, and Prowl looked serious and sad. Ratchet nodded to him when their optics met, though, and megatron nodded back with a forced smile, as if all was well.

But nothing was well. He offlined his optics in deep tiredness, rocking the whimpering Amberjewel. Starscream had been his light and Spark for so long… More than four hundred human years, or four and a half vorn. Not so long a time for a Cybertronian, but an eternity for Megatron as he thought back of the time they spent together as bondmates. He remembered the night when it happens, when they created the bond, on the Nemesis, so long ago… The war was still raging then and there was no time for ceremonies and blabbering, so it was a pure act of love.

**Flashback**

It was two days after Starscream told him about his pregnancy. Since that moment, Megatron thought about all the times he abused, beaten and humiliated the Seeker over the vorns and a sickening feeling of culpability crept in his Spark. He had to make it better, now, to redeem all those wrongdoing he launched upon the unfortunate Seeker. So he called him that night to meet him in his private quarters.

Starscream hesitated before he accepted the invitation, still suspicious and uneasy around the silver Warlord. He was beaten, abused or raped so much time that he couldn’t bring himself to trust him just yet. Megatron may told him he was about to change and wanted to bond with him, Starscream was unsure of what to think or do. I refused the first time Megatron asked him two days ago. He needed more time to think.

Megatron waited until the buzz on his door ringed and he got to open it, nervous like he rarely got before. Starscream stood in the doorway, arm crossed and a closed expression on his faceplates.

“Starscream, I’m glad you came. Come in, please.”

I don’t know what pushed me to come, honestly, Megatron.” Said the seeker as he entered the room. “It seems that I couldn’t help it but come…”

Megatron leaded him to the couch on the main room and invited him to sit. Starscream did so and relaxed a bit when it was obvious than Megatron hadn’t changes his mind since next time they talked. SO, he hadn’t called him in here to beat him to slag or order him to get rid of the sparkling he was carrying – he didn’t knew yet he was going to have triplets since it was too soon, only a month ahead – and the Seeker wondered why he called him there, then. The silver tyrant sat down beside him with a tense, nervous look on his optics, and started to talk.

“Starscream… I know you’re still afraid and uneasy around me, and I understand quite well why it’s like it, but… I was honest, that day, when I told you I wouldn’t baet or abuse you anymore. I want to see this sparkling, you see… This creation we made together… And to do so, I realized I had to change.” Megatron then took Starscream’s hand on his own and squeeze it a bit. The Seeker’s optic grew wide in surprise and shock at the words and touch. “I was serious when I asked you to bond with me. I still want it, though, but I won,t force you’re hand until YOU are ready, my Star.”

Starscream was flabbergasted, to say the least. He looked for a breem to his Leader with his mouth agape in confusion and puzzlement, before he could get something out.

“You… are serious? You are REALLY serious about this, Megatron? I thought it was something you said out of the blue, and then forget it a breem later…” He took a deep breath inside and said, firmly and more confident. “If you’re serious, then, I want you to prove it. I won’t bond with you until you do.”

Megatron looked worried by this condition, but the impression faded quickly and he locked optics with the Seeker, his expression hard and focussed. If it was a challenge Starscream wanted, he’ll gat it. He was willing to do anything to prove his feelings to his SIC. He wanted him as his mate and he wouldn’t be denied, even if it took a century!

“What do you want me to do, Starscream? I’m willing to do anything.”

Starscream smirked at him kinda wickedly then and leaned to whispers in hisaudios, his tune sensual and incredibly arousing. Megatron shivered at this and leaned in the lovely sound…

“I want you to let ME takes YOU, mighty Megatron…”

The silver mech vlushes and bit his lips at the sensual and heated tune, but thought about it for a moment. He never did it this way before, always being the dominant one during interface, and to put it plainly, he was a virgin. But if it was what it took to get his Seeker, so be it… Megatron nodded approvingly and Starscream purred happily before kissing him deeply.

The Seeker pulled Megatron out of the couch and toward the berthroom, never stopping kissing and stroking his chassis. He had experts’ hands and sleek thin digits that seem to find each and every sensitive seam in his body, driving him crazy. He was now stroking his silver canon barrel as he pushed him down on the berth and climbed on him, pinning him down. He held himself above his liver and smiled gently when he saw the nervousness of his partner. He guessed that he had never been taken before and kissed him gently and passionately, before stating, in a soft tune.

“Don’t worry, Megatron, I’ll be gentle…”

Megatron nodded and Starscream got to work again, caressing and kissing every nook and crannies of the silver chassis beneath him, earning him heated cries and moan. He let Megatron caress and pet his wings and cockpit as he found the latch of the crotch plate and opened it, exposing Megatron’s hard cable and dripping port. Starscream saw this for a fair amount of times before, but never from this angle, and it made him incredibly aroused. He leaned down and caressed the edge of the port, making the large mech buck his hips into his hand and moan loudly. Starscream smirked and thrusted a finger into the port until it was completely buried, and Megatron gasped and yelp at the invasion, but the slow and steady pace made him soon moan and thrust his hips into the invasive hand, begging for more. Starscream thrusts a second finger inside and stretched the still virgin port wider as he undid his own crotch plate and tossed it aside. Megatron grabbed his shoulder and drag him down into a fierce, passionate kiss, invading his mouth and exploring every inches of it. Starscream withdrew his digits and lined himself up so he could enter his lover’s easily, and pushed inside all the way. Megatron cried out and thrusted up wildly, pain and pleasure melting in his processor. Starscream let him a moment to adjust and then began a slow, steady pace, kissing and biting at Megatron’s neck as he did.

As his climax was nearing quickly, Starscream’s movements become deeper and harder, and he going speed as well, pounding into his lover mercilessly. Megatron didn’t seem to protest and wrapped his legs tightly around his lover’s waist, pulling him closer. Starscream moaned and purred in his audios as he finally reached his climax with a final hard, deep thrust, dragging Megatron with him as he emptied inside of him, screaming to the ceiling. The port tightened and rippled around his cable and dragged the overload longer and longer until he collapsed on top of his lover, drained. A couple of breems later, Starscream slid out of Megatron’s port and lay beside him, smiling, a contented look on his optics.

“You did perfectly, Mighty Megatron… It was everything I ever expected…”

“So…” Asked Megatron shyly, still drained. “Did I complete your challenge, my Star? Am I worthy of you, now?”

“Yes, you are…” Smiled Starscream as he kissed his lover deeply.

A cycle later, they were bonded and Megatron never felt so happy in his life.

**End Flashback**

Tears were running down Megatron’s face as he remembered, the only sign of his distress and pain in the blank faceplates. His expression was empty, blank and like frozen, painful to witness. His sparklings could feel his distress, and in their crib, Lightcloud and Swiftstrike whimpered softly, awoken by their father’s raging emotions. In his arms, Amberjewel lift a hand to stroke his daddy’s face and he looked down at the little femme with a weak smile, stroking her helm.

“Dada sad?” She asked in her three-years-old tune.

“I’m fine, sweetie… Daddy’s fine…”

The little femme nodded and tucked her little head on his chest, sniffling.

“Want mama… Where? No fair…”

Megatron bit his lips and his expression hardened again. He tightens his grip on the sparkling and rocked her gently. She cried softly and sucked her thumb, something she hadn’t done since she was very young.

“I want him too, sweetspark… But I can’t bring him back…”

Redstar and Darkwind curled into their father’s side and were oddly silent, save for some sobs and sniffles. The red and blue mech stared blankly at his feet and the blue and black one was playing absent-mindedly with his digits. Megatron patted their heads reassuringly and they looked up at him with hopeful optics, probably thinking their powerful and mighty father was able to do something. They were the equivalent of six years old earth childs and understood a little more than the little femme, but not that much. It was sad and depressing to see for Megatron. They placed so much hope in him now…

Suddenly, a slow music rose in the crypt and the door in the far wall opened. The procession entered in an agonizingly slow pace, and Megatron locked his optics on the padded slab they were carrying. Thundercracker and Skywarp were at the front, and Dirge and Ramjet behind them, a solemn expression on their features. TC and warp had tears running down their faceplates as they walked slowly down the walkway, behind two rows of seats. Behind them all, Thrust was slowly marking every step with a ceremonial drum. On the slab was laying a shape wrapped in a black and silver shroud, and everybody fell silent at the sight. Ratchet did a miracle in putting Starscream’s body back together, and he was as shiny and perfect as he was in life. But his greyish paint was proof enough of his state, and his lifeless optics, devoid of their flame, were like empty windows opening into nothing. Megatron knew it because he had to see him the day before when the last preparations were made.

After what seem like an eternity, the procession reached the altar in front of Starscream’s statue marking his tomb, and the slab was put on the metal altar. The Seekers kneeled for a moment in front of Starscream’s representation, idealized as if he was an avatar of Primus, and then rise up again. The drum stopped and the mech took their position on each side of the altar, close to the statue. Megatron sighed deeply and took a deep breath. His role was about to begin now. It was him, as the closest family Starscream had, aside form his triplet brothers, whom had to talk on his memory. He seated Amberjewel between her older brothers and got to the altar, taking his position in front of it.

For the longest time, he only looked at a point above the crowd, deep in thought. He hadn,t prepared any speech, he wanted it to be spontaneous, from the Spark, to honour Starscream the way he deserved.

Slowly, he began talking. The words, at first, were hard to get out, but they began to flow smother quickly…

“Today, we are here to honour the memory of one of the greatest mech I ever knew. For some of us, he was a friend, once a companion in arms or an ennemy, or he was family…” he turned to Skywarp and Thundercracker with a sad smile for a moment, and they nodded solemnly. He faced the audience again, and resumed. “A brother or a bondmate… But most of all, he was a wonderful mother. Starscream loved his sparklings more than anything else in this universe, and would have forfeited his life from their sake. And he does… He died protecting one of his sparklings. Without him shielding his frame, Silverstream would’ve died this day, in the explosion that cost Starscream his life…”

Megatron paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts, his optics visibly glazed with fresh tears. TC and Warp were holding on their own tears and looked too serious, almost dark. The crowd was listening intensely, and the crypt was utterly silent.

“He made the greatest sacrifice of all. He gave his life so Silverstream could have a chance to live. In all the years I spent with him, it was one of his greatest qualities… Starscream was noble and generous when it comes to his family and closest friends. During the war… I know I was horrible to him, and for that I think I would’ve never apologized enough. However, Starscream never hold a grudge against me for that… But I loved him, even then, even when I beated or abused him, I loved but I didn’t knew how to show him at that time any other way... Fortunately, I learned! I had to when he said he was carrying, that first time, and it made me realise I needed him more than anything else.” He chuckled; the memory making him brightens a little. “The time we spent together was the better time of my life. I would never be as complete and happy than when he was with me, by my side.”

He made another pause. Tears were running freely down his cheeks then and his expression was a combination of many emotions. Pain, love, loss, amusement and even anger and despair. The latest were because of the way Starscream was stolen to his family, to him, and soon, he resumed talking, his voice harshest and deepest.

“But that was stolen to me… to his sparkling and his family, by a hateful, senseless act of violence! I was the first to arrive at the explosion’s site, and Starscream was lying, curled around Silverstream, badly damaged… I was holding him… in my arms… when his Spark faded away… In those last moments, I understood then I would never be able to forget or forgive. I’ll have to put an end to this senseless violence! This day I promise you ail, I WILL FIND THE HEAD OF THE TERRORIST ORGANIZATION AND DRAGED HIM TO FACE JUSTICE! I will dismantle this group and push all and every of its members to face the judgement they deserves! I will stop for nothing!”

After that declaration, there were some whispers and concerned looks in the crowd, Optimus looked worried and locked optics with his brother for a moment, seeing the real depth of his pain and his desire of revenge. He didn’t say a thing but nodded once to notice him ha understood and wouldn’t stop him. Prowl looked tense and had a hard expression on his faceplates, and ratchet shook his head in disbelief. This was only going to bring more violence… As for Soundwave, his visor brightens briefly, and that was all. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking or feeling. Megatron then concluded in a softer tune.

“Starscream deserved to see his sparklings grow and become adult mechs and femmes. He deserved to see his grandsparklings, and above all, he deserved to live… His life was stolen to him far too soon, and I’ll miss him terribly.” He turned to face the altar, and the frame that was laying there under the shroud. He stayed silent for a moment, as if in prayer or deep thoughts, and then said. “I will always love you, my Star… Always…”

He returned to his seat and, after taking back Amberjewel in his arms, sat back down. After he was done, Thndercracker took his place with Skywarp. As Starscream triplets’ brother, they wanted to say something too. The sky blue jet cleared his throat as he took a moment to think about what he would say. After a breem, he finally spoke, and his voice was dreamy and softer than usual.

“Starscream, like all of us Seekers, was a creature of the sky, and as so, was utterly he loved to fly. He was the better, the faster of us all, and his position as Air Commander during the war wasn’t a fancy one. He was truly a sight to behold in the sky. When he was younger, before the war, he was very different from the mech you all knew. He was an introverted, shy and geeky mech, more interested by his beloved researches than anything else.”

Thundercracker fell silent and let Skywarp say some words then. The younger Seeker was oddly serious, which was a rare occurrence for him.

“You know what I loved the most about Starscream? His pride made him a wonderful target for pranks and jokes! I know I made him mad at times, but it was because I really loved him and cared for him. I will miss this overwhelming presence and his aura of undying confidence and above all, his unforgettable vocals! The decibels he could manage when he was really pissed were incredible! I think our audios will remember this forever!”

Everybody chuckled at that and the tense atmosphere was lightens considerably by those words. You can count on Skywarp to lighten the mood in every circumstance! He has a gift for that, and always had. Starscream thought it as a curse often, but he laughed quite often to his brother’s idiocies. Skywarp was pushed aside by a slightly angered TC – maybe it was part of the ‘show’ the two planned, it wouldn’t be surprising… - and took his place in front of the crowd with an annoyed ‘Shut your mouth, dumbaft!’ which made the laughers louder. Skywarp shrugged with a smug expression and stepped aside.

“Well, as I was saying, Starscream was always the Spark and the very center of out trine. Without him, flying will never be the same. The sky will look dull and empty. He loved the sky and the sky loved him, they were made for each other more than anything else in the universe. I think e loved flying even more than he loved his bondmate and sparklings… It was part of his Seeker’s nature; he couldn’t stay away from the sky for long even if he wanted to. Taking his wings from him would’ve been the worst torture ever, sending him into madness, and at time, death.” He paused for a moment, off lining his optics for a click and bowing his head in respect and sorrow. “But in the ends, his wings were indeed taken from him, and the Master of the Skies fell, broken. Wherever Starscream may be now, I’m sure he’s got his wings back, and fly above us all as an angel of Primus…”

Everybody was now silent and some sobs where even heard through the crowd. Behind him, he could hear the triplets crying and Amberjewel, too. He felt his spark clench painfully in his chest at the memories his word had brought flooded him. All those times he flew alongside Screamer and Warp… they were the perfect trine. Flawless and beautiful in the sky. He felt tears swelling in his optics and let them fall. He turned to face the altar and said, in a breaking voice.

“Wherever you are, Starscream, I hope you can still fly high…”

“Farewell, brother…” Added Skywarp, and he put something on Starscrem’s chest, a datapad.

They returned to their seats and the crypt went silent. A moment later, the Seekers’ resumed their positions at every corner of the slab and lifted it by the handles. Slowly, they pushed the coffin into the space built for this purpose at the base of the statue, and an encrypted metal plate was bolted in front of the opening, sealing it forever. On the bronze plate was written, in both Seeker and common Cybertronian speech`

Here lies
Starscream
Beloved Bondmate and Creator
May his Spark rest in peace

And then two Seeker verses of Primus:

“Master of the skies he is,
Behold His Might and Unending Grace…”

When the plate was in place, the five Seekers kneeled in front of the statue once again and said something in Seeker speech, which could be translated like this:

“May Primus give him wings to fly through the unending skies above us for all eternity.”

They rose up again and Thundercracker, as the eldest sibling, lightens the flam at the feet of the statue, which will burn as long as Starscream’s Spark will be safe. The ceremony, after that, was over, and the crypt slowly emptied. Only the close family stayed a bit longer. Megatron knelt in front of the plate and caressed it lightly, reading the epitaph again and again, and tracing the outlined Jet engraved beneath the words. After a long time he rose up and faced the remaining mechs there.

“I want to return home, now… I think the sparklings had enough emotions for one day…”

TC and Warp nodded and the family got back to the Lord protector Estate. Megatron, as promised in his speech, would begin his hunt the next day…

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