[Bay] Insoluble - Part Three
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dracoqueen22a/n: This one's a bit short, more transitory, but still important. Self-betaed and SFW. enjoy!
Insoluble – Part Three
Universe: Bayverse, during 2007 film
Characters: Megatron, Optimus
Rating: T
Warnings: canon-typical violence, canonical character death
Description: Megatron seeks to retrieve what is rightfully his and once again, Optimus denies him.
After Sunstreaker there are battles, more than Megatron can count. The Autobots lose ground. Cities are destroyed. Cybertron is soaked with the energon of the fallen.
Optimus grows stronger, proves a challenge. He is not so easily beaten. But neither is Megatron so easily deterred.
He pushes hard against the Autobot menace. He overruns Tyger Pax, thinks himself in line for victory, and then Optimus does the unthinkable.
He casts their most precious artifact into space and what can Megatron do but go after it?
He chases the Allspark into the endless black. It is as much his own desire as it is the latent remains of his Protectorate coding. He leaves chaos behind him, trusting his lieutenants to carry on in his absence.
But the imperative to reclaim and protect the Allspark is stronger than all else.
He makes a mistake.
The Allspark lands on some cursed organic planet. Megatron falls prey to the ambient temperature and the unstable ground. The frozen wasteland is a shock to systems already exhausted from his journey across the universe.
He slips into stasis on the aft end of the galaxy, the Allspark within reach and yet too far. He curses Optimus with his last fully processed thought.
The rest are glitches. Memories, he thinks. Or recharge purges. Organics might call them dreams.
He's not fully aware. He doesn't have even the dimmest sense of his frame. Diagnostics are offline. He knows he's alive, he still functions, but Megatron is removed from it.
His spark spins. It yearns.
Megatron remembers onlining beside Optimus. He looks into the optics of the stranger next to him and knows he'll never love another.
He remembers being the first mech Optimus acknowledges. The first Optimus reaches for.
Long before they know their names, their duties, their stations, they know each other.
Until there comes a point Megatron wonders if he's ever known Optimus all along.
His soldiers, dying by the thousands. And those that live return to nothing, to ostracizing and near-slavery and contempt. What existence is this endless battle? What freedom?
And Optimus, so deaf to their plight. Buried in his books and his studies, optics eager with new discovery. Bright to the darkness Megatron can't help but bring to their berth.
Megatron no longer takes comfort in Optimus' spark. He doesn't find solace in his twin's arms. He feels nothing but contempt for the half of himself that doesn't understand pain or suffering.
And Megatron, Lord High Protector, is helpless to protect his own soldiers. His brothers in arms.
He rages to no one who listens.
Optimus suggests diplomacy to mechs who paint pretty lies and bear blind optics to them.
Megatron is left without a choice.
He shivers on the floor of his berth in a pool of his own energon. His talons bury in his substructure. He tears free his own lines and writhes in agony as he turns his processor on himself.
He ruthlessly shreds line after line of code. He rakes through his vows, his restrictions. He howls to a God who does not care and he promises himself.
Never again.
He rises a new mech, a leader from the tatters of Lord high Protector. He is something more. He is not only.
He is Megatron.
The years pass in a blink and Megatron emerges from the cold-induced stasis with the past rage simmering in his vocalizer. He doesn't entirely know where he is. Starscream flits above him, peppering him with a millennia worth of data bursts and it is all inconsequential. His spark sings.
optimus
Optimus
OPTIMUS.
The Allspark is a distant tug compared to the siren call of his brother's spark.
He launches from the crumbling remains of a human structure, not enough and never enough to hold him. He follows, unerringly, the pulse of his brother's spark and the call of the Allspark.
There is more battle and chaos. This, at least, is welcome and familiar. His body is unfamiliar to him, sluggish from the cold. His processor aches. There are memories not his, evidence of foreign entities creeping through his coding.
Megatron shakes them off, wades through the sea of organics, and discards broken Autobots like useless toys. He seeks to retrieve what is rightfully his and once again, Optimus denies him.
Optimus betrays him.
The pain in his chassis consumes him, a blazing inferno. Energy scorches his circuits, his internals. He collapses, the shadow of his brother like a cooling wave as darkness descends over him.
Optimus' optics are so blue, bluer than this planet's sky. His field drizzles with sadness, with regret.
Megatron scoffs in the face of it.
You never understood me.
Megatron reaches instead for the gold shadow in the distance, waiting but not with patience. He never had patience.
This time, Optimus is not his last conscious thought. And Megatron thinks, at last, he is free.
***
a/n: More of a summary, I must admit. But Megatron demanded it be told like this so I had to listen. He can be quite stubborn. The rest of insoluble is written, I just have to edit them before I can post them.
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated.
Insoluble – Part Three
Universe: Bayverse, during 2007 film
Characters: Megatron, Optimus
Rating: T
Warnings: canon-typical violence, canonical character death
Description: Megatron seeks to retrieve what is rightfully his and once again, Optimus denies him.
After Sunstreaker there are battles, more than Megatron can count. The Autobots lose ground. Cities are destroyed. Cybertron is soaked with the energon of the fallen.
Optimus grows stronger, proves a challenge. He is not so easily beaten. But neither is Megatron so easily deterred.
He pushes hard against the Autobot menace. He overruns Tyger Pax, thinks himself in line for victory, and then Optimus does the unthinkable.
He casts their most precious artifact into space and what can Megatron do but go after it?
He chases the Allspark into the endless black. It is as much his own desire as it is the latent remains of his Protectorate coding. He leaves chaos behind him, trusting his lieutenants to carry on in his absence.
But the imperative to reclaim and protect the Allspark is stronger than all else.
He makes a mistake.
The Allspark lands on some cursed organic planet. Megatron falls prey to the ambient temperature and the unstable ground. The frozen wasteland is a shock to systems already exhausted from his journey across the universe.
He slips into stasis on the aft end of the galaxy, the Allspark within reach and yet too far. He curses Optimus with his last fully processed thought.
The rest are glitches. Memories, he thinks. Or recharge purges. Organics might call them dreams.
He's not fully aware. He doesn't have even the dimmest sense of his frame. Diagnostics are offline. He knows he's alive, he still functions, but Megatron is removed from it.
His spark spins. It yearns.
Megatron remembers onlining beside Optimus. He looks into the optics of the stranger next to him and knows he'll never love another.
He remembers being the first mech Optimus acknowledges. The first Optimus reaches for.
Long before they know their names, their duties, their stations, they know each other.
Until there comes a point Megatron wonders if he's ever known Optimus all along.
His soldiers, dying by the thousands. And those that live return to nothing, to ostracizing and near-slavery and contempt. What existence is this endless battle? What freedom?
And Optimus, so deaf to their plight. Buried in his books and his studies, optics eager with new discovery. Bright to the darkness Megatron can't help but bring to their berth.
Megatron no longer takes comfort in Optimus' spark. He doesn't find solace in his twin's arms. He feels nothing but contempt for the half of himself that doesn't understand pain or suffering.
And Megatron, Lord High Protector, is helpless to protect his own soldiers. His brothers in arms.
He rages to no one who listens.
Optimus suggests diplomacy to mechs who paint pretty lies and bear blind optics to them.
Megatron is left without a choice.
He shivers on the floor of his berth in a pool of his own energon. His talons bury in his substructure. He tears free his own lines and writhes in agony as he turns his processor on himself.
He ruthlessly shreds line after line of code. He rakes through his vows, his restrictions. He howls to a God who does not care and he promises himself.
Never again.
He rises a new mech, a leader from the tatters of Lord high Protector. He is something more. He is not only.
He is Megatron.
The years pass in a blink and Megatron emerges from the cold-induced stasis with the past rage simmering in his vocalizer. He doesn't entirely know where he is. Starscream flits above him, peppering him with a millennia worth of data bursts and it is all inconsequential. His spark sings.
optimus
Optimus
OPTIMUS.
The Allspark is a distant tug compared to the siren call of his brother's spark.
He launches from the crumbling remains of a human structure, not enough and never enough to hold him. He follows, unerringly, the pulse of his brother's spark and the call of the Allspark.
There is more battle and chaos. This, at least, is welcome and familiar. His body is unfamiliar to him, sluggish from the cold. His processor aches. There are memories not his, evidence of foreign entities creeping through his coding.
Megatron shakes them off, wades through the sea of organics, and discards broken Autobots like useless toys. He seeks to retrieve what is rightfully his and once again, Optimus denies him.
Optimus betrays him.
The pain in his chassis consumes him, a blazing inferno. Energy scorches his circuits, his internals. He collapses, the shadow of his brother like a cooling wave as darkness descends over him.
Optimus' optics are so blue, bluer than this planet's sky. His field drizzles with sadness, with regret.
Megatron scoffs in the face of it.
You never understood me.
Megatron reaches instead for the gold shadow in the distance, waiting but not with patience. He never had patience.
This time, Optimus is not his last conscious thought. And Megatron thinks, at last, he is free.
a/n: More of a summary, I must admit. But Megatron demanded it be told like this so I had to listen. He can be quite stubborn. The rest of insoluble is written, I just have to edit them before I can post them.
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated.
