Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Respect

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Chapter 1

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Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Hasbro owns it alllllll.

Warning: Mpreg, MechXMech, and Language

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It was over, the Solar Harvester was destroyed. They would have to find a new way to gather energon and give life to the hatchlings. And to say the Decepticons were without leader would be an understatement, Megatron was still alive, but it would probably be quite a while until the Decepticon leader was fit enough to continue his leadership. The fight against the Autobots had put a dent in the Decepticon numbers, not only that but many of them had been injured. However, the egotistical Starscream refused to accept help from even the Decepticon's best medics, even though his injuries were obvious.

Their numbers had shrunk horridly, but, so had the Autobot's. Optimus Prime had been taken offline once, it wasn't a huge leap for Megatron to believe they could to it again. However, that cursed fleshling, Ladiesman217, was persistent and no matter what, the human always managed to escape their grasps. Still, it wasn't as if that young Autobot, Bumblebee, made it easy for them, even Prime seemed determined to keep the humans alive. Primus knows why, such a small, young planet, toying with knowledge that they shouldn't. If the Decepticons were not the end of the pathetic race, they would surely destroy themselves.

Megatron had a hard enough time searching for enough energon to keep his systems running at their best, let alone enough to fuel and entire army. Although being back to Cybertron made it easier to regain their complete strength, it still didn't solve the problems of their numbers, and the hatchlings. There wasn't any other way to gather the energon needed to hatched the protoforms that had been created for a new army. The only other way would be raising a young sparkling, and even then, there hadn't been a sparkling sparked since the start of the war.

These circling thoughts made Megatron's processor ache, causing him to rest an elbow on the arm of the chair he was sitting on, and rest his forehead in his open servo. He didn't dare move any farther, so that he would not disturb the tubes inserted into him in order to keep fresh energon circling through his tanks. Most of his Decepticon followers stood at the controls in front of him, tracking any Decepticon signal left on Earth, some were even searching for another route back to the planet, for later purposes. His SIC was one of them.

The Seeker was obviously in pain, one sensitive wing was bent almost to the point of snapping the hard outer armor, the damages within had to have been excruciating. How Starscream had managed the flight in his alt form back to Cybertron, let alone the transformation afterwards, was nothing more than pure luck. And it was just like Starscream too. The little slagger could manage to slide himself out of any situation, managing to disappear right before ones optics.

After feeling the gaze casted towards his back, the Seeker turned to see who it was, meeting the cruel crimson optics of Megatron himself. Starscream cast a small scowl as he turned back to his work, straightening as he did so, even if the pressure on his wing increased in that position, he wasn't going to let Megatron view him as weak. It was the last thing he needed, Megatron was probably already pissed at him for taking off in the middle of the fight, let alone with Megatron.

Megatron removed the tubes from his tanks carefully, feeling as refreshed as he could in one cycle. He stood, moving towards his quarters, motioning at Starscream to follow. Starscream bit his glossa so that he would not shudder at the thought of what obscenities Megatron would shout at him this time. Still, he followed his leader into Megatron's own quarters. Starscream frowned slightly, usually Megatron would take him to his office, or even the hallway. It confused him slightly, so when the door shut and locked, it startled the poor Seeker.

Megatron turned to face his SIC, his optics running over the slightly torn frame before looking to meet the crimson optics in front of him. The only evidence that Starscream was nervous, was the slightly brighter shade of red in his optics. "Lord Megatron," Starscream started, noting the very small distance between the two of them. "Is there a problem?"

"You know very well there is a problem," Megatron started, and took a second to watch as Starscream's optics dimmed as he tried to think of anything he could have done to upset his Leader this time. After taking his fill, Megatron continued, "There is not enough energon to keep the hatchlings functions, even in their simplest protoform."

Starscream cocked his helm slightly to the right, "I don't see what this has to do with me. I've been working just as hard as the others to find a new source of energon."

Megatron let out a laugh that stopped Starscream cold, "There is only one other way to increase our numbers."

Starscream had been listening closely, and even then he couldn't put together what his Leader was trying to say. "I don't understand-"

"I've been observing you, your tactics, your strength, the physical and mental capabilities you could pass down," Starscream's optics brightened as what Megatron's words meant, at the thought, he involuntarily took a step backwards, only to have Megatron follow him. "A sparkling could be trained the same way, though it would take longer. However, by creating a sparkling between two powerful 'Cons, the results would be well worth it."

Starscream shuddered, vents circling air loudly as he tried to calm himself down, "But Megatron, one sparkling wouldn't be enough to replenish our numbers."

Megatron laughed, "Maybe, but after a while, if enough sparklings are sparked, from more than one couple, it wouldn't have been for nothing." Megatron pushed the Seeker down onto the hard berth below, looking down at the jet he added, "A sparkling between you and I, could have immense potential." He moved pinning Starscream between himself and the berth, causing the smaller mech to let out a timid click.

Megatron smiled at this, bringing his face closer to Starscream's, at this distance, Megatron could practically smell the fear coming off the jet. He was afraid of this, Megatron knew he was, however, he also knew that Starscream would do anything for his Leader. That is, unless said Leader's back was turned. Megatron's smile turned coy, "Come now, little jet," he ran a digit down the tense face, "Do as your Leader commands."

Starscream's frame shuddered, knowing that if he didn't do as Megatron commanded, he would have been beaten, then be forced to bear a sparkling. At his lack of response, Megatron pulled slightly at his torn wing, forcing a painful hiss out of his vents. Starscream subconsciously placed both servos on each of Megatron's shoulders, digging his claws into the armor beneath. Megatron took this chance to bring his mouth to Starscream's, changing the tug on the sensitive wing to a soft caress.

Starscream squirmed, trying desperately to get away from his leader, suppressing a groan at the soft touch. He could feel Megatron's grin against his lips as he tried to calm the riled up seeker. He moved his hand down to the cockpit beneath him, trying to coax it open. At first it wouldn't move because of the stress the jet was under, however, after a few more tries, it easily opened, Megatron's following soon after.

It was obvious that Megatron wasn't wasting anytime, of course he wasn't, he was the leader, he had other things that needed to be done. Megatron touched his spark to Starscream's, creating an electrical surge through them both, Starscream shuddered, his frame shaking against Megatron's. After the first surge managed to pass over, Starscream could feel the tug at his spark as the energy from Megatron's spark attempted to melt with his and create a third. However, Starscream tried to prevent it, holding back his spark almost to the point of pain. Still, Megatron used his wounded wing against him, pulling on it. Starscream whined and offlined his optics before hesitantly allowing his spark to merge with Megatron's and create a third, smaller and weaker spark.

It felt like an enormous pressure at first, before slowly dimming down as the third spark was created. Only when he felt Megatron move off him did he online his optics, his chest plate closing as the larger 'Con moved away. Starscream couldn't bother to get up as his Leader did, not that Megatron seemed to care. The Decepticon Leader moved towards the door, looking back at his SIC on his berth. The Seeker's optics were dimmed, still, Megatron didn't bother to tell Starscream to move, or to tell him to get back to work. Instead he walked out without a word.

Starscream took note of that, but was preoccupied on what was happening in his own chassis to really care. The third spark had moved towards the back of his own, pulsing slightly faster than his. Starscream sat up with a curse, casting a heated glare at his left wing he started towards the med bay. Ego aside, that wing was what had given Megatron complete control over him. Even if it were too late now to really be able to prevent anything, it would still give him the satisfaction that he no longer had that over him.

The corridor was empty, which really wasn't any surprise. Still, Hook was bound to be in the med bay, there were still some Decepticons that were in need of heavy repairs. At the sound of the door opening, Hook looked up from the dismembered leg in front of him to smirk at the figure in the door way. Moving away from his work bench, the medic stood, facing Starscream.

"Have you finally let go of your ego enough to let me have a look at you?" Starscream shot a glare at the mech before him, but said nothing. Hook was slightly taken aback by this, however he put it off and motioned to Starscream to take a seat on the berth. The seeker did as he was told, picking a spot on the wall ahead of him to stare at. Hook started at the seekers legs, which, next to the wings, were one of the more frequently injured parts on a seeker. There were a few dents that Hook managed to bang out, and a few wires that he was able to sort out and replace.

Starscream wasn't paying much attention towards what the medic was doing to him, barely feeling him hammer out his legs. He was more preoccupied with what was happening inside his chest more than anything. The pulsing spark may have been new, but he could feel anything and everything that went on with it. Like for an example, he could tell that the sparkling was pretty content right now, so he was pretty sure that he would be able to tell if it were in danger.

His attention was pulled away from the sparkling when he felt Hook move away from his legs and place his hands on his chest plates instead. Starscream grabbed the medics wrists before his chest plates could open and reveal the new spark inside. Hook tossed a questioning glare at Starscream, spreading his digits to show that he would go no farther.

Starscream growled, "My chest is fine, all that I require is repairs done to my wings." Hook sighed as his servos were pushed forcefully away from the seeker's chassis.

"Then I require you to lean forwards so I may have access to your seems." Starscream did as he was asked with nothing more than a puff of air out of his vents showing his agitation. Hook moved towards the left wing, confused as to how the wing was still attached. "You may be here a while yet, shall I force your systems into recharge so you won't be bored?"

As much as Starscream wanted to say yes, being a seeker, he wasn't one for sitting still, he knew that Hook would attempt to get at his chest. Either to merely examine him, or to satisfy his curiosity, Starscream didn't know, but he wasn't about to let Hook stumble across Megatron's little plan just yet. It was best if he just let Megatron tell the rest of the crew, spare him the humiliation of being found out and questioned. Questions like; who the other creator was, or why the slag Megatron was the other creator. That one Starscream himself was questioning. He understood that Megatron wanted a powerful sparkling, but why would Megatron want a sparkling around?

A sparkling would require energon directly from Starscream starting from now, until he could grow into a protoform capable of sustaining energon cubes. Therefore, Starscream himself would have to sustain a high enough energon level in his tanks to keep himself and the sparkling online. To Starscream it sounded like a lot of unnecessary work on his part. All Megatron had to do was create the slagging spark, it was Starscream that had to provide for it; energon, parts, and a safe place for three months.

Starscream's attention was recaptured by Hook when the medic returned in front of him. "Move them," Hook ordered, looking at the seeker. Starscream looked at him blankly for a moment before giving his wings a quick flick, surprised slightly when there was no blinding pain. He nodded towards the medic, getting down from the berth and making his way out of the med bay, Hook shaking his head as the SIC left.