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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: Megatron’s hunt begins. There will be violence – a lot of it – in the following chapters, be warned.

What Tomorrow Holds

Part two: Retribution

Chapter 8: The traitor and a strange awakening

One week later, CSD (Cybertron Security Department)

Megatron entered the building and got strait to Soundwave’s office.

After Starscream’s funeral, he took a week to collect himself and make some arrangements to begin to S&D (Search and Destroy) of the Terrorist organization that was tearing Cybertron’s apart. He was Lord Protector, and as so, it was his responsibility to take care of that kind of situation. If by killing Starscream, those whom were at the head of this group thought they’ll get rid of him they were direly mistaken. On the contrary, he was going to use his own loss as fuel to launch the greatest ‘Witch Hunt’, as the human says, that Cybertron ever saw. He wanted to bring them to face punishment and was about to do just that, no question asked.

His expression hardened at the thought of his lost Bondmate and he felt a pang of loneliness, the void on his Spark still fresh and so terribly cold. The first step was to meet with his Security Director, Soundwave, to gather what he already knew. He was on his way to meet him when Prowl came to him from down the hall.

“Can I speek to you for a moment, Sir? I have something important to tell you.” Said the mech, and, as na afterthought, he added. “In private.”

Megatron nodded and followed the Officer to his office, further down the hallway. Once in there, Prowl invited him to sit and then took the other seat.

“So, what was it you wanted to tell me about, First Lieutenant Prowl?”

“I have reasons to believe than Soundwave is a double agent working for the Terrorists. Is behaviour lately had been more tha suspect, and besides, I thought him responsible for Ironhide’s death when he ‘interrogating’ him some times ago.”

Megatron’s expression turned intense and his optics locked with those of Prowl, his stare hard and demanding an explanation.

“Those are serious accusations, Prowl. Do you have anything as a proof to back this up? You understand than, as much as I want to find the responsible for Starscream’s death and the attacks on Cybertron that had cost way to much innocent lives, I can’t rush in and arrest everyone on a mere suspicion.”

The tactician nodded, knowing this all too well, and then pulled towards a file he had carefully crafted over the years concerning the head of the CSD and his odd and more than suspect actions. Megatron took it and quickly read the informations laid intothe pages, his stance and expression darkening with every passing klick. Finally, he closed the file and put it down on the table. As he was reading, Prowl explained to him why he though those deed to be the results of a treacherous intent.

“Soundwave, for once, seems to always know where and when there’ll be an attack, or where a terrorist cell is hidden, even if there was not a speck of clues to back him up. He said he have a well informed contact working for the Organization, and therefore couldn’t let his identity be known by the rest of us. I argued time and again with him that I needed ALL the information I could have to conduct a decent investigation, but all I always received is a refusal.” He paused and got up, pacing behind his desk in a slightly nervous stance. “And then… there is the matter of Ironhide’s deactivation. He was the only one there with him when THAT occurred and claimed he fell without warning, victim of an attack of some sort. Well, there a load of slag. I had the body examined carefully by a friend of mine and he said than the death was indeed cause by an attack, but t wasn’t an internal one. His CPU was almost melted, an obvious sign of a powerfull telepathic blow. No natural cause can laid to such damages. This attack was telepathic in origins and we all know about Soundwave’s abilities…”

Megatron was listening intently, but rage rose into his Spark. Soundwave… How could HE betray him!? He was always his most loyal follower during the war! He was even considered like a friend by him, one of the few he ever had. Prowl words, though, were making sense. A terrible, sickening sense… But what was bothering him WHY! Why did Soundwave would want to betray him after so long? His optics were shining a bright red as his thoughts were raging. Finally, he spoke in a hard and cold tune.

“I see… Well, if there is the truth, and I have no reason not to believe you, it is now a priority to take him down. But to catch a traitor, we’ll have to lure him into a trap. I want all the traitors found and render armless as soon as possible! As for Soundwave… I have a feeling that he’s more linked with this than only for the sake of reigniting the war… he always spent more time on Cybertron than anybody else during the war aside of myself, when we were stuck on earth.”

Prowl nodded and sat back down, putting his hands in front of his mouth, elbows on the desk. He looked thoughtful and determined which is much to Megatron’s liking. The situation wasn’t pleasing for anybody and the attacks weren’t going to stop all by themselves.

“Agreed. I have a plan to trap him, but I need two more days to complete it. In the meantime, I think you should go to your meeting with him because I don’t want to heighten his suspicion.”

But Megatron didn’t thought it was wise. Soundwave was a telepath and the tiniest leak of information was most likely to be catch by him. Even if they act as fast as possible, that kinda mech will always have the higher hand. It was incredibly difficult to lure or trap Soundwave, Megatron knew that from experience, and on his point of view, it was better to have him catch by surprise than plan anything.

“I don’t think it is wise to wait. The longer we wait the greater are the chances he’ll got a wind of this and then it’ll be us whom will be at the receiving end. I don’t want a backfire in our faces. Better choose a surprise attack, and then, once he his under arrest, interrogate him for further informations.”

Prowl seems to consider the proposition for a moment before he nodded slowly. This was probably a safest course of action when you deal with a telepath. Any pre arranged plan may be compromised if someone let the tiniest thought about it slip.

“Alright, I agree. But now, the thing is that we have to trap and then subdue him. I assume you want him in good shape to question him…”

“Yes, and with Soundwave, the best course of action is to act erratically, impulsively, so he won’t be able to foresee the next move and therefore counterattack efficiently. I have a plan…”

oOo

Later

Soundwave sat in his office, reading some files and watching a video fed taken by Laserbeak after the last attack. He was a little nervous, lately, because he knew Prowl was after him. He was suspicious of him for some times now, and the blue mech had to lure to another trail soon. His position and security depended on it. If he was to loose it, he would become useless to his bondmate’s cause, and he didn’t wanted this. So he kept a low profile and acted as is usual self to avoid raise more suspicion. What he didn’t knew was that it was already too late for that…

Besides, he knew for sure than Shockwave was about to launch is more important attack since the beginning of this terrorist war, and he needed Soundwave’s advises for the locations, as ever. He had to contact him in two joors to send him the final locations for the four bombs. He was working on the latest damages and casualties report from the explosion that took place two weeks ago and frowned. This wasn’t the highest level of casualties they ever got, but it was damn close. Not to mention Starscream and one of his and Megatron’s sons were in the casualty pool.

He was deep in thought when he heard a knock at the door. He hadn’t heard nor feels the mech coming close to his office, and frowned. That bothered him, usually he could tell who was in front of his door before they even knock or come close enough to do it. With a bit of annoyance and nervousness, he let the bot in, and saw Megatron step into the office, a neutral and somewhat hard expression on his features.

“Megatron. What is the purpose of your visit?” Asked the emotionless bot in a flat tune, visor brightening just a bit.

Megatron smirked at that, because he knew it was the sign that the telepath was trying to use his powers. But he couldn’t… He made sure of it before coming in. The silver Lord chuckled and came closer, savouring the dark blue mech’s increasing nervousness.

“Nothing much, Soundwave. I’m here to catch a traitor…”

With those words said, the silver mech jumped and tackled the other bot with all his might, Soundwave never seeing this coming. Behind him, Prowl and four other CSD officers came in and took position at every corner of the room and each sides of the door. Megatron subdued the surprised mech and managed to snap around his head a device looking like a metallic headband with diodes and parts linked to it. Megatron knew he was stronger than Soundwave physically and used it at his advantage, by taking the bot by surprise and pinning him hard to the floor.

Soundwave fell rigid and motionless when the thing was attached to his head, only his visor brightening intensely for a moment before dimming to a dull red. He was still conscious and aware, but couldn’t move or use his telepathic power. He glared dagger at Megatron and Prowl as he was pulled to his feet and held between two of the CSD bots. Before he was taken away, Megatron smirked darkly at him and chuckled again in glee. He was going to personally interrogate that no good traitor later…

“Put him into the specially prepared cell, I’ll take care of him later. I have something else to do before. Prowl, whatever you do, don’t removed the headband! It’s what’s disrupting his telepathy.”

“Understood, Lord Megatron.” Was the brief reply, and then the black and white mech nodded sharply and turned to leave, followed by his men.

As he was lead out of the room, Soundwave glared daggers at Megatron and the silver Lord only gave him a mocking wink, smiling darkly. He left the room after Prowl and his men, and then left the building to go to the Medical Center. It was time to get a health report on Silverstream…

oOo

A little earlier, Medial Center

The little seekerling was lying motionless on his little medical berth, no changes in his conditions occurring since he was put in the intensive care unit two weeks ago. But the little mech wasn’t as inactive as it may looks from the outside. As the life-support machines beeped quietly around his unmovinf little form, his Processor and Spark were still conscious but trapped into the broken little body and he was screaming and crying for his mommy to help him. He was so deeply afraid… It was so dark and cold here, he wanted his mommy and his daddy and his brothers and even his sisters.

He didn’t want to be left alone in that dark and scary place longer. He was curled up in a corner of that cell in his own CPU and shaking, crying, screaming as loud as he could for somebody, ANYBODY, to get him out! He didn’t remember how he got there! He was with mommy in the aerotrain and then, he was in there, alone and cold, scared to death. He didn’t know what happened, or who put him in there. Sometimes, he heard voices around him, faint and far away, like it was coming from the depth of a pit full of dirty, dark water. There were his daddy’s voices, and uncles TC and Warp were there often, and once his triplet brothers, Redstar and Darkwind, but he couldn’t reach them or answer to them, tell them he was there, trapped and he needed their help!

He thought he was going to be trapped here forever, and he cried so hard he was hurting inside, hugging himself tightly. He was desperate for help, and he called endlessly for him mother to help him got out of this! He didn’t knew how long it had been until he felt a new presence near him, coming to his dark and cold prison. He stopped crying, sniffling and shakinf astill, and opened his optics to see who was coming. At first, there was nothing more than that presence, and then, he heard a whisper in his audio…

…Silverstream…

...Silverstream… Baby…

“Mo-mommy?... Is that y-you?...”

The voice got closer and firmer, louder too, and on a corner of his dark prison he could now see a glow, a blue-white and for now faint glow, like a spark. He felt a warm breeze ran over him and leaned on the reassuring touch.

“Mommy?... I… I can’t see you. Where are you?”

…I’m here, baby… Silverstream… I’ll always be there…

“Mommy! Please, help me! It’s scary in there, I wanna go home with daddy and Red and Wind and uncles TC and Warp…” Sobbed the little seekerling as he tried to reach for the warm light.

The light was getting closer and warmer by the minutes and Silverstream got up, trying to reach for it and embrace it. It was starting to take a shape, too. Limbs and a head, and wings emerged from the orb of blue-white light, and soon stabilize into a bright and glowing blue-white Seeker shape. As soon as it was solid, the light-seeker closed by and wrapped his arms around the small youngling. Silverstream whimpered and sobbed in pure relief, recognizing his mommy’s spark as it embraced him.

“Shhh… I’m here baby… ‘Stream… Don’t be scared anymore… I’ll get you out of here, and you could go with daddy and you brothers and uncles…”

“Moooommy…” Keened the little seekerling in a long moan of pure joy, clinging to the blue-white and glowing form of his mother. “Moooommy… I’m afraid… I wanna go home…”

He felt light and reassuring strokes on his wings and shoulder vents and curled closer into his mommy’s frame. His mommy looks funny but he was too relieved to notice it. He was all made of a blue-white light and not really tangible, like a ghost from a human story… But he was tangible enough to hold him and hug him as he whispered reassurances into his audios. After a long moment, the ghostly seeker released him and took a step backward, and Silverstream tried to reach for him again. This time, though, his hands got right through the glowing form and Starscream smiled down to his son with a sad little smile.

“I have to go now, ‘Stream… I’ll help you return to your daddy and the rest of the family before I go, though. I love you my son and I will always do… Always… Remember me, Silverstream…”

And then, the warm and glowing seeker started to fade away, slowly, and the little seekerling keened in despair when he disappeared before his optics…

Only to open his optics in the real word and see the startled and happy faceplates of his father leaning over him.

“Da-daddy?... Where’s mommy?... I want my mommy…”

oOo

Half a cycle earlier

Megatron arrived at the Medical Center to see his son and got strait to the intensive care unit where he was kept on heavy monitoring. But he wasn,t able to come into the room because it was crowded. Ratchet saw him and got to him, pulling him to a quieter place to talk to him, an undecipherable expression on his faceplates.

“Megatron, I’m glad to see you…”

“What’s happening? Why is there so much mechs into my son’s room?! Is he in danger?!”

The silver Lord interrupted him, a little panicked. He didn’t want to lost his son so soon after he lost his mate! He balled his servos into tight fist as he was incredibly nervous and afraid. Ratchet has a little smile then and shook his head.

“No, no, he’s not in danger, on the contrary! Fifteen breems ago, there was a sudden peak in the CPU activities and Silverstream’s systems seems to be slowly coming back to normal, including the damaged parts of his CPU. I… Honestly, I can’t explain what’s happening but it’s like a miracle! I never saw a patient with such injuries recover that fast before!”

Megatron felt a leap of relief and joy at those words, and he ran back to the room, needing to see his son by himself to make sure. Silverstream was indeed twitching and whimpering, like he was about to wake up! Megatron pushed the crowd aside and reached the berthside, taking his son’s servo into his own and stroking it lovingly.

“Come on, ‘Stream, I know you can do it! FIGHT!”

He stayed like this for what seems like Vorns, and then, suddenly, the little red optics brightens and looked around in confusion before setting into his father’s faceplates. He blinked a couple of times and tears were running down his cheeks.

“Da-daddy?... Where’s mommy?... I want my mommy…”

Megatron was taken a little by surprise by this, but he smiled down at his son and caressed his cheek softly, tracing the ridges and smooth plating. He felt a surge of pain in his spark at those words and fight the tears threatening to seep out of his own optics. He leaned down and hugged his son close to his chest in a relieved way, thanking Primus for this miracle.

“Your mommy’s not there, ‘Stream… He’s with Primus…”

The seekerling mech blinked a couple more times in confusion and frowned a little, not understanding what was happening. He saw his mommy not even a breem ago, didn’t he?

“But… Daddy, I saw mommy… He told me he loved me and to remember him… He told me he’ll send me back and he did!... Didn’t he?...”

It was Megatron's turn to blink in confusion. What was he saying? He SAW Starscream? No, it wasn’t possible! Starscream’s spark was gone! A spark couldn’t come back from the Wheel of Allspark, could it? He frowned and tried to stay calm and collected for his son’s sake.

“Silverstream, Starscream’s dead… You couldn’t have seen him, he’s in the Wheel of Allspark, now…”

Silverstream interrupted him with a distressed and more confused voice than ever, sobbing loudly. He grabbed his daddy’s hand and squeezed tightly, keening in deep confusion and despair.

“I saw mommy!... I SAW him, I swear!... Why wouldn’t you believe me?...”

The little youngling was upset and confused, and Ratchet came to the other side of the berth with a syringe, taking the little arm and piercing an already exposed line. Soon, Silverstrem’s optics dimed and he yawns widely, the light sedative taking effect.

“You must have dreamed, baby. Now, now, relax; you need to rest, my son. You’re still weak.”

“T’was not a dream… Why don’tcha b’lieve me?”

“Shh… Recharge well and all will be fine, ‘Stream. I promise…”

Soon, the seekerling was in deep recharge and Megatron place his little claw back to his side gently, stroking the digits lovingly. He was confused and a little upset himself. Silverstream sounded so convinced… Why if he did see something? Megatron shook his head to try and clear his mind. No, it must have been a dream! There were no other explanations possible! Ratchet put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump a little in surprise as he was deep in his thought.

“He’ll be in recharge for a least a joor. I advice you to try and get some too. You looks very tired, my Lord.”

Megatron shrugged him harshly, annoyed.

“I’m fine! I have other duties to attend to today! I’ll get some rest when I have time, Ratchet, not a click before!”

The medic nodded reluctantly and released the shoulder he was holding.

“And… What do you think about what he says? He says he saw Starscream…” Asked Megatron with a hint of reluctant hope in his tune.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, my Lord. When patients comes out of a coma like Silverstream did, sometimes they told us incredible stories and experiences they claims to have had when in coma. Silverstream’s story isn’t much different than others I heard before… If I where you, I wouldn’t worry about this, but concentrate on the recovery of my son.”

“Hmmm… Yes, you must be right… Thanks, Ratchet, I’ll let you take care of my son until I come back. I have a traitor to attend to…”

“Of course… Of course…”

Ratchet seems worried and reluctant to let the silver Lord go but couldn’t force him to stay here neither, so he only watch him leave with a disproving shake of his head. He then turned and got to check Silverstream’s system status and recovery rate. He was very surprised by the quickness of the youngling’s recovery. He nerver saw something like that before, despite what he told Megatron about Silverstream’s ‘dream’. Part of him was convinced the youngling told the truth, and that was even more disturbing.

Starscream’s ghost helping his son? Well, everything’s possible, and Primus know how much that damn Seeker was stubborn…

oOo

Later, CSD Prison, Soundwave’s cell.

The navy blue mech was seated on a reinforced metal chair, strapped with metallic restraints around the wrists, ankles and chest, pinning him efficiently to the uncomfortable seat. A last metallic band trapped his forehead to the chair headrest. Various wires and electrodes were coming from the metallic restraints and ending into the floor under the chair. A soft humming was coming from said floor and a very faint vibration coursed through the seat from there too.

Megatron entered the cell and stopped a couple of feet from the restrained mech, a blank expression on his faceplates as he studied him intensely. He had thought, for a long time, than Soundwave was one of his most loyal and close soldiers, and even a friend, but he had been gravely mistaken. He put a great deal of trust into this mech during and after the war, even giving him the position of Planetary Security Director and Head of the CSD…

That trust was shattered.

Megatron glared the mech down until he lowered his dimmed visor.

“I trusted you, Soundwave. I trusted you with my function and even gave the highest position you could dream of, and what did YOU do?” Megatron was still wearing a blank façade, and his voice was devoid of all emotions. “You betrayed me. You betrayed my trust and you helped a traitor killed countless innocents.”

His tune lowered and darkened a bit, his optics shining a bright red as he continues; still glaring the mech down with the most intense look he ever gave anyone until now.

“You helped kill my bondmate…” Megatron’s servos balled into tight fists and he clenched his dentas, the only external signs of his inner turmoil. “How could you ever do this, Soundwave? What did they promised you to convince you? Tell me…” He then jumped quicker than the optics could see and grabbed Soundwave’s by the throat, squeezing and snarling. “WHAT WAS THE PRICE OF YOUR BETRAYAL!?!”

Soundwaves gasped and wriggled as best he could, but due to the restraints, it wasn’t much that he COULD do apart for trying to find his breath back. The silver Lord’s expression was so intensely hateful and enraged than even the usually emotionless mech showed a bit of fear at that sight.

“Tell me, Soundwave, what is the price of Betrayal? Is it the life of thousands of innocents on both Earth and Cybetron? Or was it the promise of even more power than you already have!?”

Finally, after snarling those words in the former Decepticon’s TIC’s face, Megatron released his throat and got a controller out of his subspace pocket. For now, the navy blue mech kept silent and still, following Megatron’s every move with his optics hidden by his red visor, but the Lord Protector intended to make it changes soon.

“Do you know what I despise the most, Soundwave? What was really pissing me off? DO YOU KNOW?!?” Megatron lifted a brow, his expression hard and unforgiving, glaring the mech down intensely. “No? I’ll tell you, then. I despise mechs that consider innocent bystander’s life as an acceptable collateral damage… You have no respect for life in any form if your goal, you and your organization, is to reignite the war! Neither Cybertronian nor human life…”

Megatron lifted the controller a little to let the restrained mech have a good view of it. There were three switches and a round button on it. It wouldn’t take a genius to guess that this was the controller for the chair Soundwave was sitting on. He squirmed a little, worried by this sight, and then stiffens, waiting for the next step.

“You know, you’re lucky that Silverstream finally woke up this morning… My son’s out of danger… But I still have to make you, ALL of you, pay for Starscream’s deactivation!”

He turned the button to the right a little and then pushed one of the switches. Soundwave jolted on the restraint, a powerful electric current coursing through the metallic chair and restraints binding him, causing an excruciating pain. After a breem, Megatron released the switch and Soudwave got slack, cycling air heavily and optics dimmed in pain. Megatron didn’t react at that sight, keeping on a closed and hard expression.

“This little device you’re sitting on is specially crafted to inflict excruciating pain without leaving any permanent damages. I can torture you for days with this and after a little rest and recharge; you’ll be as good as new for a new round. Care for a little more demonstration?” He said with a dark and wicked smile, a hint of his former sadism resurfacing in that kind of situations. He turned the button a bit more and pushed the switch again. This time, Soundwave seems to almost jump out of the chair, arching as far as the restraints let him as he was assaulted by crude electricity coursing through his plating. This time, he let out a throaty cry before the juice was turned off. “See? I can do it all day… And there were other things I can do with this controller… I’ll show you these later, if the need rise.”

He got closer and took Soundwave’s chin and tilted his head up a bit, looking into the dimmed visor as a wide and sadistic smiled curled his mouth upward, baring dangerous-looking fangs. He mockingly caressed the former Security Director’s cheek with a thumb and Soundwave tried to wriggle away from the touch. Megatron chuckled, a chilling, cold sound, and then spoke again.

“Now, on with the matter at hand! I want to know EVERYTHING that YOU know about the Organization… Who’s at the head, if there more than one Leader, where are the main vbase situated, and if there is any more attack planned in the future.”

For the first time since Megatron got in, Soundwave made a sound. A sound that sent a shiver down Megatron’s spinal unit. Soundwaves laughed… A cold, emotionless and completely twisted laugher.

“Never.”

There was the only thing he said. Megatron clenched his dentals together and narrowed his optics, getting the controller up again and pushing the switch.

“We’ll see, Soundwave, we’ll see… I’m a patient mech…”

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