Storm
Title: Storm
Author: RosieKnight
Rating: Uh... A high G or low PG.
Characters/Pairings: Optimus Prime, Megatron
'Verse: G1 character designs with IDW backstory for Megatron. AU of both?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: The name of the hurricane - Zazu - is a character from the Lion King. He's not mine either. I would've used a real potential storm name, but that'd date the fic. So, I picked a name that's not on a hurricane name list.
Megatron glared at rain pelting the window, debris hurtling through the air beyond.
With Hurricane Zazu hammering the town, the weather matched the Decepticon's mood: vicious, highly destructive, and dangerous to all within range.
Realistically, Megatron knew that being stuck in this building was partially his own fault. He'd known the storm was coming here, known its fury would force even a Cybertronian to seek shelter, and known that the Autobots were in the general area, helping the pathetic humans to evacuate.
Still, the chance to harvest any of the energy of the storm for the good of Decepticon cause was worth the risks. Or so he'd thought.
In hindsight, he should have expected the Autobots to descend upon his men the moment the Decepticons had landed. He should've realized that every eye and optic in the area was watching radar and satellite images of Zazu. With so much attention on the storm, there was no way the Decepticons could have arrived undetected.
Still it rankled.
Megatron couldn't remember when the storm arrived. It happened sometime while he and Prime fought. He had a vague memory of Prowl ordering the Autobots to retreat, but it was faint compared to the clash with Optimus Prime.
The first either Optimus or Megatron noticed the hurricane's arrival was when a large branch smashed into them.
They'd both dove for the first shelter capable of safely accommodating a Cybertronian, and ended up sharing the dim confines of a museum lobby.
Megatron's optics flickered to the other mech.
The Prime stood silently beside a human aircraft, apparently absorbed in watching Zazu rage outside the thick plastic windows.
For once, Megatron didn't mind being ignored. It meant that Prime wouldn't question him.
Sitting down, the Decepticon leader reached into a particular subspace pocket and removed a tattered hardcopy sheet. He carefully unfolded it, revealing an image. With a wistful smile, Megatron traced part of the image. "It's been so long," he murmured, remembering happier times.
Megatron was so distracted by pleasant recollections that he didn't notice Optimus Prime's approach until the Autobot stood over him.
"Who are they?" Optimus queried, an odd tone in his voice. "Your Creators?"
Megatron debated snarling at Prime to go away and hiding the image. Instead, he set the hardcopy down. The picture - a young miner embracing a much smaller blue and red mech, both smiling - remained visible to both leaders.
"My Creators?" A dismissive sound escaped Megatron as Optimus sat beside him, "Please, Prime. Do I seem that young?" One of Megatron's black hands points to the mechs in the image, "No, I was the larger mech, back before the war." Megatron's voice softened, "The smaller mech is - was - Orion Pax. He died shortly after the war began."
Optimus' reply came slowly, as if he were choosing his words with great care, "Pax seems like a strange name for a Decepticon. Was he a friend of yours?"
Megatron snorted. "He was no Decepticon. I doubt he could've survived in our ranks," the assessment was both sad and honest. "And, yes, I'd suppose you could call him a friend. It's not the word I'd choose, but it would fit."
"Oh? What would you have called him?" Prime's curiosity seemed genuine.
For long moment, the silver mech considered his response - if any - to the question. "My lover," Megatron finally admitted. "Not that it matters anymore. He's dead now, by my own hand." Megatron's voice sunk towards inaudible, "I couldn't bear to let him see me like this... I wanted him to remember me with love, so I made sure he didn't recognize me... And shot him during the raid on Tyger Pax. Twice." Commanding voice reduced to thread of sound in the noise of the storm, Megatron added, "Someone took his body before I could get back to create a memorial for him. I never got to say... goodbye."
A strangely expectant silence filled the room. Even the noise of the hurricane seemed to withdraw, until it was no louder than a gentle breeze.
Megatron appeared sunk in on himself, almost as if expecting and defending against a coming blow. Into the still air, Megatron murmured, "I still love and miss him."
Blue optics wide at this revelation, Optimus offered quietly, "I... I worked in Tyger Pax. I knew Orion." For a moment, only the noise of Zazu could be heard. Then, Optimus laughed softly, "I still do."
"If you knew him, why did you ask about his picture?" Pain flooded Megatron's tone, "Quit playing games with me, Prime. Orion Pax is dead!"
Calmly meeting Megatron's optics, the Prime replied, "No, he's not. He was rebuilt after the attack and joined the Autobots." In a quieter tone, Optimus added "He's spent most of the war thinking you didn't love him, though he still loves you."
"He's alive!?" Hope flared briefly in Megatron's optics, before cynicism crushes it, "Then where is he, Prime? If he cares so much, why..." Megatron couldn't continue the sentence and just shook his head, "He's forgotten about me. He should. It's for the best."
"Orion Pax lives. He has a different name since Tyger Pax, but he still loves you. I know that," Optimus offered a knowing smile. "And, he's on Earth, too."
Megatron snorted, unamused, "Now you're humoring me."
"No, I'm not." Catching the other mech's doubtful look, Optimus added, "I can prove it."
"Oh?" A silver optic ridge arched, "How so?"
The Prime didn't say a word, but hands over a clear, hard plastic picture frame. Dubious, Megatron accepted and flipped it over to view the image inside, ignoring Optimus' shifting beside him.
The image adorning in the frame was the twin of the one beside Megatron.
Optics wide with sudden hope, Megatron looked at Prime.
An unmasked Optimus, recognizably an older and more experienced version Orion Pax, looked back. "Believe me now, Megatron?"
Shock, joy, anger, pain, love, and hope whirled in Megatron's head, "You... You're alive!" The picture fell - unnoticed - to the ground, as Megatron cupped Optimus' face, "I-I thought."
Optimus smiled, nuzzling one of the warm, black palms, "It's alright, Megatron. I'm here. I'm safe."
The Decepticon was shaking with repressed emotions. One hand slipped down Optimus' arm and around his back, allowing Megatron to pull Prime closer.
Optimus willingly entered Megatron's embrace, murmuring reassurances all the while. The Prime carefully maneuvered to sit between Megatron's legs, letting his blue helm rest on the silver shoulder.
Tightening his grip on the Autobot, Megatron whispered into Optimus' audial, "I never stopped loving you, Orion. And I never will."
Optimus gently kissed Megatron, "I was always yours, my miner. Always." Prime snuggled a bit further into Megatron, just listening to the quiet sounds of his systems.
"Optimus?"
Surprised by the use of his current name, the Autobot leader stroked Megatron's familiar arms, "Yes?"
"Where do we go from here?" Sensing Optimus' question, Megatron continued, "I can't be an Autobot and you won't abandon your men to join the Decepticons. What choice does that leave us?"
"A truce?" Optimus shrugged, "If nothing else, we have until the hurricane passes to decide, and that's supposed to take several days, Megatron."
The Decepticon gently nodded, wary of Optimus' antenna. "True enough," he yawned, shifting slightly. Megatron carefully laid his head against Optimus' and, exhausted by the emotional revelations, dropped into recharge.
Optimus smilled and, lulled by the soothing sound of Megatron's pump, followed.
End
Author: RosieKnight
Rating: Uh... A high G or low PG.
Characters/Pairings: Optimus Prime, Megatron
'Verse: G1 character designs with IDW backstory for Megatron. AU of both?
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: The name of the hurricane - Zazu - is a character from the Lion King. He's not mine either. I would've used a real potential storm name, but that'd date the fic. So, I picked a name that's not on a hurricane name list.
Megatron glared at rain pelting the window, debris hurtling through the air beyond.
With Hurricane Zazu hammering the town, the weather matched the Decepticon's mood: vicious, highly destructive, and dangerous to all within range.
Realistically, Megatron knew that being stuck in this building was partially his own fault. He'd known the storm was coming here, known its fury would force even a Cybertronian to seek shelter, and known that the Autobots were in the general area, helping the pathetic humans to evacuate.
Still, the chance to harvest any of the energy of the storm for the good of Decepticon cause was worth the risks. Or so he'd thought.
In hindsight, he should have expected the Autobots to descend upon his men the moment the Decepticons had landed. He should've realized that every eye and optic in the area was watching radar and satellite images of Zazu. With so much attention on the storm, there was no way the Decepticons could have arrived undetected.
Still it rankled.
Megatron couldn't remember when the storm arrived. It happened sometime while he and Prime fought. He had a vague memory of Prowl ordering the Autobots to retreat, but it was faint compared to the clash with Optimus Prime.
The first either Optimus or Megatron noticed the hurricane's arrival was when a large branch smashed into them.
They'd both dove for the first shelter capable of safely accommodating a Cybertronian, and ended up sharing the dim confines of a museum lobby.
Megatron's optics flickered to the other mech.
The Prime stood silently beside a human aircraft, apparently absorbed in watching Zazu rage outside the thick plastic windows.
For once, Megatron didn't mind being ignored. It meant that Prime wouldn't question him.
Sitting down, the Decepticon leader reached into a particular subspace pocket and removed a tattered hardcopy sheet. He carefully unfolded it, revealing an image. With a wistful smile, Megatron traced part of the image. "It's been so long," he murmured, remembering happier times.
Megatron was so distracted by pleasant recollections that he didn't notice Optimus Prime's approach until the Autobot stood over him.
"Who are they?" Optimus queried, an odd tone in his voice. "Your Creators?"
Megatron debated snarling at Prime to go away and hiding the image. Instead, he set the hardcopy down. The picture - a young miner embracing a much smaller blue and red mech, both smiling - remained visible to both leaders.
"My Creators?" A dismissive sound escaped Megatron as Optimus sat beside him, "Please, Prime. Do I seem that young?" One of Megatron's black hands points to the mechs in the image, "No, I was the larger mech, back before the war." Megatron's voice softened, "The smaller mech is - was - Orion Pax. He died shortly after the war began."
Optimus' reply came slowly, as if he were choosing his words with great care, "Pax seems like a strange name for a Decepticon. Was he a friend of yours?"
Megatron snorted. "He was no Decepticon. I doubt he could've survived in our ranks," the assessment was both sad and honest. "And, yes, I'd suppose you could call him a friend. It's not the word I'd choose, but it would fit."
"Oh? What would you have called him?" Prime's curiosity seemed genuine.
For long moment, the silver mech considered his response - if any - to the question. "My lover," Megatron finally admitted. "Not that it matters anymore. He's dead now, by my own hand." Megatron's voice sunk towards inaudible, "I couldn't bear to let him see me like this... I wanted him to remember me with love, so I made sure he didn't recognize me... And shot him during the raid on Tyger Pax. Twice." Commanding voice reduced to thread of sound in the noise of the storm, Megatron added, "Someone took his body before I could get back to create a memorial for him. I never got to say... goodbye."
A strangely expectant silence filled the room. Even the noise of the hurricane seemed to withdraw, until it was no louder than a gentle breeze.
Megatron appeared sunk in on himself, almost as if expecting and defending against a coming blow. Into the still air, Megatron murmured, "I still love and miss him."
Blue optics wide at this revelation, Optimus offered quietly, "I... I worked in Tyger Pax. I knew Orion." For a moment, only the noise of Zazu could be heard. Then, Optimus laughed softly, "I still do."
"If you knew him, why did you ask about his picture?" Pain flooded Megatron's tone, "Quit playing games with me, Prime. Orion Pax is dead!"
Calmly meeting Megatron's optics, the Prime replied, "No, he's not. He was rebuilt after the attack and joined the Autobots." In a quieter tone, Optimus added "He's spent most of the war thinking you didn't love him, though he still loves you."
"He's alive!?" Hope flared briefly in Megatron's optics, before cynicism crushes it, "Then where is he, Prime? If he cares so much, why..." Megatron couldn't continue the sentence and just shook his head, "He's forgotten about me. He should. It's for the best."
"Orion Pax lives. He has a different name since Tyger Pax, but he still loves you. I know that," Optimus offered a knowing smile. "And, he's on Earth, too."
Megatron snorted, unamused, "Now you're humoring me."
"No, I'm not." Catching the other mech's doubtful look, Optimus added, "I can prove it."
"Oh?" A silver optic ridge arched, "How so?"
The Prime didn't say a word, but hands over a clear, hard plastic picture frame. Dubious, Megatron accepted and flipped it over to view the image inside, ignoring Optimus' shifting beside him.
The image adorning in the frame was the twin of the one beside Megatron.
Optics wide with sudden hope, Megatron looked at Prime.
An unmasked Optimus, recognizably an older and more experienced version Orion Pax, looked back. "Believe me now, Megatron?"
Shock, joy, anger, pain, love, and hope whirled in Megatron's head, "You... You're alive!" The picture fell - unnoticed - to the ground, as Megatron cupped Optimus' face, "I-I thought."
Optimus smiled, nuzzling one of the warm, black palms, "It's alright, Megatron. I'm here. I'm safe."
The Decepticon was shaking with repressed emotions. One hand slipped down Optimus' arm and around his back, allowing Megatron to pull Prime closer.
Optimus willingly entered Megatron's embrace, murmuring reassurances all the while. The Prime carefully maneuvered to sit between Megatron's legs, letting his blue helm rest on the silver shoulder.
Tightening his grip on the Autobot, Megatron whispered into Optimus' audial, "I never stopped loving you, Orion. And I never will."
Optimus gently kissed Megatron, "I was always yours, my miner. Always." Prime snuggled a bit further into Megatron, just listening to the quiet sounds of his systems.
"Optimus?"
Surprised by the use of his current name, the Autobot leader stroked Megatron's familiar arms, "Yes?"
"Where do we go from here?" Sensing Optimus' question, Megatron continued, "I can't be an Autobot and you won't abandon your men to join the Decepticons. What choice does that leave us?"
"A truce?" Optimus shrugged, "If nothing else, we have until the hurricane passes to decide, and that's supposed to take several days, Megatron."
The Decepticon gently nodded, wary of Optimus' antenna. "True enough," he yawned, shifting slightly. Megatron carefully laid his head against Optimus' and, exhausted by the emotional revelations, dropped into recharge.
Optimus smilled and, lulled by the soothing sound of Megatron's pump, followed.
End