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It was one of the less eventful days on the
ex-prime’s ship. He sat re-routing a course for an energon signature in deep space. His ship was running low on energy and so was he.
He followed it like a beacon of hope and although he had done this many times, something felt different. His chest ached where his matrix once shone brightly, now used up and no longer active.
The signal took him to a planet where an old vessel had landed and it seemed the crew was long gone. A strange occurrence, but it didn't matter to him. He felt like he had been dragged to this place. Something was magnetic.
That odd ache led him on. He assumed it was the thirst for energon and the lack thereof causing his instincts to lead him to where he needed to be.
With a few more steps, he found himself opening the entrance doors. Walking in, it hadn't seemed infected with anything he should worry about and the place was clear of any deceased Cybertronian or other life forms. It was surprisingly empty yet the signal drove him deeper within.
Through a hallway and to the left, there it was. An untouched energon store room. There were crates of the stuff lining the walls. His conscience wouldn't allow him to take too much seeing as the ship almost seemed inhabited although it had no power and there wasn't a bot in the vicinity.
He took two crates and felt the aching grow stronger and a voice came from within him, “Take what you need. You have a mission, my Prime…”
With a gasp he looked over and stacked two more on top of each other and sent them to the ship. Without the matrix, he had no idea what he was doing or what was going on. He assumed he should drink some energon and get some rest.
With that, he got back to his ship and sat up, grabbing a cube of the energon he had found, and prepared it into a glass and sat on the recharge slab of his vessel. Sipping it, the voice continued, “Rest, my Prime. I have a message for you…”
He was so confused and yet, once he finished the large glass of energon and felt decently charged again, he drifted into recharge.
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As his frame lost consciousness, his processor threw him into a vivid dream. He was in a place filled with biomechanical life. That same instinct helped him traverse the forest he had been thrown into, glowing grass and a darkened sky above.
A light appeared on the horizon as the figure he had only seen on occasion came into view.
“Ah, yes. My child. I have led you to this place with another task. Your matrix has lost its power, but you are no doubt still the soul you have always been.” He continued looming over him, awaiting Optimus' response.
“But without the matrix, I am simply Orian. The war has ended. You've taken my power.” He looked down, thinking on his empty spark chamber before feeling a glow against his enamel even in this dream.
“I know how you can repair it. I'm sending you back to the right time and place and I need you to follow your heart, my child. Your world is not the same and the sparks that once littered the surface of our planet have dwindled. I'm using you as a tool for my next plan. Be strong. Are you ready to follow through with this plan? It is unlike anything you have dealt with before.”
Optimus seemed confused, instinctively raising an Optic ridge, “Yes, but what will it require of me?”
“To go to the Lost Light and mend the ties between chaos and order to create Harmony…” That's when the light died and he was abruptly awoken. With a gasp, he sat looking at his coordinates. They had very much changed.
He couldn't stay on the slab anymore. He was far too curious as to what Primus had meant. That's when he began receiving a transmission.
“This is Lost Light Captain Rodimus speaking. You've seemed to appear out of thin air and we are all very confused. Please respond.” The Lost Light was literally right there. Primus had never done anything like this to him before. Nethertheless he assumed this was his new purpose where he once lacked one.
“This is Optimus Prime. Allow me access and I will explain further.”
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“Optimus!? Primus sake, I thought you were dead!” Rodimus paced side-to-side then gave the ex-prime a tight hug.
He smiled, enjoying the contact after what felt like, and what could possibly have been, years, “I know, Rodimus, I know. We have to speak on important terms now.” He let go and put his battle mask back with a grin, “Primus spoke to me again even without the matrix. He said I need to come to the Lost Light and mend the ties between chaos and order to create Harmony… I'm not sure what he means, but that was the message that was engraved in my processor before being teleported to you.”
Rodimus stared for a moment and Magnus who sat aside looked inquisitively at the two of them, “Odd. Maybe you need to join us to keep the peace. We've had a few simple fights start up lately, but nothing important enough for Primus to be involved.” Magnus said, servos on his hips.
“Well, regardless, I'm so glad you've decided to join us!” Rodimus continued to irradiate excitement as he did and that magnetism grew and his expression went serious as his spark ached even heavier. He was drawn to the corner of the room where he saw Megatron. Of all bots to cause him to lose all focus, why Megatron? Was Megatron the chaos and him the order? Who was order? Did he need to mend their relationship?
“Prime? You okay? Hey, let's get you a room! There is a very nice one on the Captain's level. We can get caught up being close beside-” Rodimus’ words drew out as Optimus smiled at Megatron.
Megatron was shocked that Optimus was joining them. His spark was feeling a bit differently since Optimus' ship magically appeared in the Lost Light’s course. Something was off. Nothing wrong, just… odd.
With a nod, he waved back and a fuzzy feeling took over. It almost made him want to purge, but in honesty, he missed Prime in more ways than one. He would need to stay professional, but he badly wanted to talk to him like they used to. On simple mech to mech terms. About writing and history and the past. About their past, about their falling apart, and even about his own failing as a friend. He needed to apologize. He felt like he hadn't done so. At least not enough.
“Megatron, are you okay? You've been staring at Prime with the ugliest smile on your face for a while now…” Rodimus had noticed before they left to find his room and couldn't help but comment.
“Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just amazed and lost in thought. I'm thinking about how in the world his ship just appeared out of nowhere…” Megatron left the bridge while still starting at Prime but eventually stumbling out the door.
Optimus chuckled, feeling that spark that he used to, “Clumsy as always, I see.”
Rodimus laughed back, “Yeah, he's a serious pain in my aft. He just kinda mopes around, but anyway let's keep our Prime stuff away from the rest of the crew. No one else needs to know about all of this.”
“You are right. Until I know what's going on in particular, I'm going to have to keep this secret.”
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Once Prime was shown his room, he began unloading his ship and filling the habsuite with the things he had collected on his travels. He got cozy and the pressure on his spark caught him off guard. His HUD began blipping and he was honestly a bit confused. He had taken care of his needs. He was well fueled and at least decently recharged. That's when it dawned on him what was going on.
:Warning: One hour until heat cycle begins:
He had not had a heat cycle since the beginning of the war and this was more or less sudden.
His spark had led him to medbay. Luckily Rodimus had told him where it was or he was going to have to contact Ultra Magnus about the situation.
Hurrying along, he walked into the door to see Megatron and his frame froze up in pure, unexplainable tightness and want. Of all the bots his frame desired, why Megatron and why now.
“Ah, Optimus” Ratchet spoke, looking over a panting and worn down Megatron, “What's the problem?”
“This hasn't happened to me since before the war, but…” He struggled to speak and looked to the floor.
That's when Megatron spoke up, “H-heat cycle?” He rubbed the back of his neck and took in his HUD’s warning, “I'm at thirty minutes. You?”
Prime's optics widened and he nodded slowly, “Thirty minutes…” They were synced and the heat between the two of them were filled with enough charge to power the medbay.
“If it were up to me and I knew any better, I’d say you two were synced up. Both of you need to get to your rooms as soon as possible, lock the door, and do your best to care for yourselves. Take a bit of energon from storage and keep fueled. That's the best advice I can give you. If someone wants to risk the heat, they can frag, but if not, you two better be careful.” Ratchet scanned Prime and looked at the readings, “Yep, you're healthy. Get to your habsuites pronto. Both of you.”
Optimus and Megatron's optics locked before they both grabbed a few cubes from energon storage and headed back to their rooms.
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“O-Optimus!” Megatron grabbed a blanket and began rutting his aching spike into it. His heat started early and in a fury. Luckily he was in his room because he would have probably overloaded on himself just thinking about what had been crossing his mind.
He needed him. It was almost painful. His abdomen ached with tightness and his valve and spike both dribbled to coat the blankets he was using in place of Optimus for now.
On the other side, Prime hid under his, valve and spike exposed. He panted, trying to keep his composure but the feeling was far too much. Occasionally he would yell out into the habsuite as his spike pulsed and shot fluids across his recharge slab. It was nauseating how badly he needed a valve. His spike was sensitive to the point where if it brushed the blanket at all, it would send him into a fit of pleasure that crashed down hard enough to have him fall face first.
What had Primus done to him? Why was this his plan. That's when he began hearing his com blip, “Who is it?” He gruffly responded, pants filling the com.
“It's Megatron. L-look, we are both in heat and I can't quell this alone. We need to meet. I need you…” Megatron's hand was pumping his spike as he spoke and at one point while Prime thought about it, he heard Megatron let out a high pitched sob as he spurted transfluid into his blanket again.
“You're right. I'll come to you. I think I know what's going on. I'll talk more when I get there.” Prime unsubspaced a cloth and cleaned himself up as he hung up on Megatron. His spark knew where to go. It was room 113. It was engraved in his mind at this point and led him on.
His steps heavy and each one made with a heavy breath, he finally made it to Megatron's door, “Its Prime. Hurry…” he knocked and Megatron unlocked the door. He opened it and walked in and Megatron had gotten back on the slab to whine and press his digits into his valve again.
The heavier mech got on his knees, flashing his valve, dripping with transfluid from the heat and amounts of charge already cycling through him. The door shut and locked behind him as Prime wasted no time at all in spreading his legs further and allowing his spike to pop out and press into that tight, hot mess.
Megatron screamed more than moaned into the blankets he held onto and pressed back in a fury, “Prime, what is this? Urrrh…” he pulsed around him, almost overloading as Prime began thrusting in a quickening rhythm deeper and deeper into him.
“P-Primus gave me a-ouh- a d-dream! Th-then I appeared here and he wanted m-me to… Megatron, not now! Aaah…” He held him down and Megatron began rubbing his own spike. The feeling of it was almost enough to cause him to overload again, but he couldn't, something felt like it was stopping him.
Prime trembled and felt every sensation in his spike before he uncontrollably overloaded deep into him causing Megatron to finally crest over. He pressed his face into the slab and took it blissfully. Each twitch of Prime's spike pulsing against the waves of his valve and something shifted around in his abdomen before he sighed and laid down fully into the wad of blankets he had bunched up.
:Caution: gestation in progress:
“W-wait, what!?” Megatron sat up and panted in panic, “P-Prime! Y-you've given me a sparkling!” He pressed his servos into his face and growled in anger yet was, in all honesty, confused and terrified, “Is this what Primus wanted!? D-did you know?”
Prime pulled out with a sigh as his frame relaxed and cooled down, “N-no, I was simply quelling your heat! I promise… Are you sure?” He leaned back, allowing Megatron to sit up properly, “I was simply told to go to the Lost Light to bind the ties between Order and Chaos. Nothing more…” Prime unsubspaced another clean cloth to wipe up some of the mess, “Clean up and we will go determine what we should do at medbay.”
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After a few moments of silent clean up, the two awkwardly followed each other to medbay. Megatron opened the doors staring at Ratchet, “We have a major problem…”
Ratchet was currently checking out skids and stopped scanning to face him with his servos on his hips, “Lemme guess… You hurt yourself or someone else getting a bit too rough?” He sighed in annoyance and his optics drifted as Optimus walked in, “Far worse. We believe I have accidentally caused him to carry.”
“You've what!?” His optics widened as he stared in panic at the two of them, having dropped his scanner. Skid’s optics widened as well and he covered his mouth, “Sweet Primus, really? Uhm… Congrats?”
Megatron grit his denta and walked to Ratchet in a defeated manner, sitting on the slab, “My HUD readout said I was, but … I need to be absolutely certain.”
Ratchet scrambled for his scanner, looking him over. Every alert that popped up was indicative of him carrying, including the way his frame was in a post transformation state as if it was making space for a sparkling, “Ooh yeah. As incredibly rare as this phenomenon is… It has happened to you. This has not happened since before the war I'm assuming unless I've lost some records. At least not that I'm aware of…”
Optimus closed his face plate, trying to stay calm and professional, yet groaned in discomfort, slamming a fist into his desk, “If this was Primus’s plan, I'm not sure I want this to happen…”
“Follow through the process. Trust me, my child”
The voice of Primus he assumed filled his processor and audials again as he sighed and relaxed his shoulders, plopping down in a chair beside Megatron on the medbay slab.
Megatron growled and stood, “I'm going to need to go think on what I've allowed to happen…” he stomped quickly out the door and headed towards his room.
Prime stayed, looking over at Ratchet, “So, tell me. What am I to do about this?” he looked down to the floor in shame. He equally allowed this to happen. Prime wasn't one to give into instincts and fall for these urges yet it felt more magnetic, drawing him in. It wasn't simply explained, “Look, I'm hearing what I'm assuming is Primus speaking to me and he told me that I could get the matrix powered up again if I came here and then my ship just appeared here… I was told to bind the ties between Chaos and Order to create Harmony.”
Ratchet chuckled and reviewed the scans he had taken of Megatron's systems, “Well I'm assuming that's their name, isn't it?”
Prime stopped for a moment to see Ratchet’s scanner and smiled as a thought crossed his mind, “I think I'm beginning to understand what I'm here to do- I don't agree with it, but if it's Primus's plan, I'll have to continue on with this.”
Being completely non-religious, he gruffly sighed and sat beside him, “Prime, I don't know if it's you or Primus or whoever, but with Megatron's condition, you will be responsible. Under your request, he is here. He will have to stop taking the chemo-sedative and drink a stronger charge of energon to power himself up for carrying this thing.”
“Excuse me?” Prime raised an Optic ridge and tapped his foot on the medbay floor, the ticking of it filling the air between them.
“Yeah, I know. The sparkling. Not thing… Anyway, I'll have to keep him in view for the next month or two. By my scans, they will be growing rapidly. His frame is already beginning to make space.” He typed in a few notes on his medical profile and looked Optimus in the eyes again, “For now, make sure he stays rested and fueled up. Make sure he listens to what his systems and HUD tell him and come to me with any other concerns. Velocity knows more about this kind of thing so she will probably be the bot to talk to with any questions on delivering the th- them…”
Prime stared, confused and slightly horrified. Why had Primus caused him to deal with this? “Alright… I'll let you know and I'll have Megatron talk to Velocity when he's… Not panicking? Anyway, goodbye old friend. I'll see you later.”
They separated and Prime made his way down the hallway to check on Megatron. He could only put faith in Primus that he would lead him down the right path. What could possibly go wrong?