Author's note: I was originally going to write a different fic after finishing Secrets, not this one here, something completely different, I have no idea where this came from, but it won't leave me alone, bear with me people. This is Movieverse, and in the movie toy line Elita One is motorcycle, which would make her about 9 ft tall whereas Megatron is a little over 35 ft, for the purpose of this fanfiction Elita is a bit bigger, about the same size as Bumblebee. Okay? Just want to make that clear before anyone gets confuzzled.
Warnings: Movieverse: Megatron and Elita One face off, implications of Optimus/Elita, but ya'll know me better don't you? MegatronXOptimus Slash. I put this warning in every fanfiction in which a certain pink 'bot appears because of a flame I wrongly got in the first fic I wrote with Elita. First: I HATE HER!But, just because I do, that doesn't mean I purposely try to get her OOC or bash her. I have not seen the one episode of G1 she appears in, I've only read about her, looked at her description on the toy, and hate her for her poor character (not because I like slash, thank you). Second, PRE-war people! If she's out of character, it's because the war has not made her a leader yet, she's young and in love. Third; this is not meant to imply any Megatron/Elita and don't you forget that. Thank you that will be all, enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer: Saw 'em, wanted em', asked Hasbro/Takara/M.B., got laughed at and sued. Pouts
Altercation
In the farthest reaches of space, far from any sun, a small planet illuminated only be cold artificial light floated almost aimlessly though space. The planet, at first glance seemed lifeless. However the planet was covered with cities that thrived with robotic life-forms that were definitely not artificial, like the glow of their light. Cybertron.
This planet, small as it was, was a mighty empire, ruled by two powerful mechs, Optimus Prime, the wise and fair ruler; and Megatron, the strict but good-natured and intelligent leader. All on Cybertron knew of their brother-like bond and all respected their leaders.
Below these two monarchs, was a counsel of elders which the two turned to anytime that they wished for guidance. Many other powerful Cybertronians (Mechs and Femmes alike) also served beneath them as governors or other high ranking politicians.
One of these politicians, was a femme by the name of Elita One, she was much respected in her ranks and often had contact with the two leaders. She also happened to be Optimus Prime's "girlfriend".
Which was why she was here.
Outside of the building the lights enlightening the planet were beginning to dim, it was 'nighttime' to say, and many Cybertronians had already switched into recharge, but not Elita, she had business to take care of.
Upon arriving at Megatron's chambers she tapped lightly on the door. There was silence for a moment before she heard Megatron's deep almost shadow-like voice answered. "Enter." When she did she found him stretched out lazily on his berth, and when he saw her he jumped up surprised. Megatron and Elita weren't exactly friends and he assumed that her coming to him was something political.
"Forgive me," he said sitting up, "I was expecting--"
"I know who you were expecting," She said cutting him off, "Stay away from him!" She told him sternly; Megatron gave her a strange look, "I know what you're doing," she continued "Playing with Optimus' spark the way you do, it's not right!"
Megatron stared at her in what she hoped was surprise, but Megatron was good at covering his emotions, so she couldn't tell. However, Megatron smirked at her and she became disappointed.
"'Playing with Optimus' spark'…" he repeated, "I don't know what you mean."
"You know exactly what I mean!" she snapped, "And I mean it; stay away from him!"
The one thing about Megatron that never ceased to amaze her, amaze anyone for that matter, was how he always seemed to have the upper hand. For example, here she had a, perhaps deluded, fantasy that if she sounded forceful enough, Megatron would comply with what she was asking, but the Lord High Protector only began to chuckle. If she had leaned anything about Megatron at all after all these years the most important thing was that Megatron did not bluff. He never needed to.
"What are you laughing about?" She asked trying to keep her cool.
"You are extremely amusing," Megatron replied without a fraction of hesitation in his voice, "I will not stay away from Optimus, you cannot demand that I do so and expect me to listen. I am in love--"
She cut him off again, "You love?" this time it was her turn to laugh, "Megatron, I love him! You don't know how to love, you can only lust!"
At that point Megatron stood up and walked over to her, standing straight to reveal his full height. "Is that so?" He growled. Elita, being over two times shorter than him, was reasonably alarmed about how easy it would have for the larger mech to just crush her right there. She refused to say anything that might push Megatron over the edge. The Lord High Protector continued speaking with a hint of a chuckle in his voice. Wait a minute chuckle? What was so funny now? "If it is just lust that I am feeling than Optimus is indeed an amazing mech, for I have never felt so much lust for anyone before."
"You're sick." Elita countered.
Megatron snorted, "Perhaps I am. You have a fairy tale love with him Elita. A story for younglings; while the world only knows Optimus and I as 'brothers'. I at least give him some space, or do you not realize that anytime you see him you are always all over him and he must make up a reasonable excuse to leave because he's sick of the attention?"
"That's a lie."
"Is it?" Megatron's optics sparkled with amusement. Frag it, he was laughing at her!
"I love Optimus…" She repeated, "I love him with my entire spark, and I would give my life for him." She responded honestly.
Megatron began to chuckle again. He extended a hand and traced Elita's face with a finger. She shivered at his touch and images of what she had seen the evening before flashed in her mind. She couldn't help but remember how blissful Optimus had looked when Megatron had stroked his body in a similar way, before Optimus had pushed the other mech's hand away. It was sickening.
"My, my," Megatron whispered coldly, "It seems we are at a stand-still. If he were yours, you would 'give your life for him', whereas if he were mine such an action would not be necessary."
"So it seems," Elita replied glaring daggers into his optics.
"Ah, but I still have one more advantage…" He said turning away from her and to the window by his berth overlooking the city, "There are other things I'd be willing to do for him… Things that you would never dream of doing. Not even in you're coldest nightmares."
His words unnerved her. Coldest nightmares? What in the name of Primus was he talking about? "Oh, really?" She asked holding her ground, "Such as…?"
Megatron did not answer and, even though his back was turned, she could tell he was smiling. A twisted smile that even though she could not see it filled her with a strange fear. Not for herself or Optimus but for Cybertron itself as a whole.
"Well then…" she whispered not exactly sure what she was saying.
Megatron turned back to her, the smile was gone, "Like it or not, you've lost him." He said simply "Optimus Prime will be mine."
Elita glared at him, "I have not lost him!" She declared angrily, "He is my boyfriend and always will be, so I must protect him from deranged mechs like you."
Megatron's optics flashed with rage, and he seized her arm with enough force to rip it off. However, the anger in his optics flickered away and his normal calm demeanor returned. He let her go. As much as it would have pleased him to see this annoying femmbot as a dismantled corpse, now was not the time, nor was this the place. There were other things more important now.
"Protect him if you can," he said drawing away, "however I doubt he will appreciate his new bodyguard…"
"That's not what I mean."
"I know what you mean," He answered with a malicious grin, "but the more you hang around the more he pushes away, so you might as well just give him to me now."
She glared at him. If he weren't Lord High Protector, she would have struck him across the face, however since he was, such an action would have landed her in a cold prison far away, where she could not protect her beloved from Megatron's twisted games.
"I will never 'give him to you'!" She hissed, and might have continued if the door to Megatron's apartment had not opened behind her.
"Megatron," Came Optimus' voice as he entered, "you said you wished to speak with…me…" His voice trailed off when his gaze landed on the pink femme between him and Megatron, "Elita…"
"Ah, Brother, I am glad you could come." Megatron said pushing past Elita.
"Yes, you said you had important business to discuss…" He answered. "What is she doing here?" he asked quietly perhaps not wanting Elita to hear him.
Megatron however raised his voice slightly so Elita would hear him. "Don't mind her, she was just leaving." He turned to Elita and nodded towards the door with a subtle glare.
Elita stood there for a moment but finally started towards the door. Before she left however she threw her arms around Optimus' neck and kissed him, "Good night Optimus." She said with all her love.
"Good night Elita…" Optimus replied giving her a hug and escorting her into the hall. When he came back in he saw Megatron glaring past him towards the elevator Elita had gone into. "What is it that you want, Brother?" Optimus asked, drawing Megatron's attention back to him.
Megatron grinned and stepped closer to him, "You" he answered slamming his lips hard on to Optimus' mouth and placing his hand on Optimus' cheek so he could pull him in.
The younger leader reached up and placed his hand on the older's arm returning the kiss passionately. Optimus did not like having to share his spark. Elita was important to him still, yes, but Megatron…he needed Megatron. He could not explain why, but Megatron made him feel complete, in a way that Elita One never could.
Optimus broke the kiss, only to ask, "What was Elita doing in here?"
Megatron smirked and kissed his lover's forehead, "Nothing to worry about Brother," he lied "Just some political business."
"What kind of business?"
Megatron avoided answering by ramming his lips down on his again and nodded towards the berth, and moments later their bodies were tangled together in a passionate embrace as Megatron pressed their lips together again and electricity sparked between them.
Ah, Elita One you fool, you are too late … he thought coldly, opening up Optimus' chassis as well as his own for the joining of their sparks, He is already mine…
Author's end note: Thank you for reading, no flames please I am really happy with this ficcy and it came out better than it did in my mind, please leave nice reviews!
VE: We understand that Elita-One is rather OOC in this fic, being extremely bitchy and all, but we're trying to be realistic here. What would you do in her position? You definitely wouldn't sit around and let it happen, no, you'd take action. So please excuse the OOCness, it's just a more likely course of action.