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Bits and Pieces of Transformers	By : Strailo Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 10229 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Unfair and Unjust
Fandom: Transformers
Characters: Starscream, Megatron, Optimus
Word count: 1,244
WARNINGS: Angst…seriously. It hurt to edit the sucker and I WROTE it.
AN: Uhh…yeah. No idea where this puppy pounced me from. I was minding my own business, talking plots and rps with Jason and suddenly, right in the middle of NCIS and digging through my CDs for a good theme song (and I seriously need to get an IPod. I’m running out of room in my cases) I get this bunny hopping up to me and made me cry.
Damnit! I hate when I cry! I get headaches. *sniffles*
Anyways, I have…no idea if this does justice to the original idea, but it lands in a story world of the movie verse that I’m playing with at the moment. I listened to several dark songs, including one of Disturb’s. It helped me write the last part.
By the way, that last quote actually ties into the main story. It’s what kinda inspired part of it, at least Starscreams part of things. Yes, I’m a horrible, horrible tease.
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“Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean.
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.”
Alfred Lord Tennyson
He supposed their relationship was what the humans called poetically unfair and unjust. They had once been something closer then anything the pathetic squishes could contemplate them being. They weren’t lovers and they weren’t family by the same creators, but they were brothers none the less.
Sighing with barely a sound, Starscream glared at the screen before him before shifting his optics towards where Megatron sat, watching something or another on a personal screen, swirling his energon around in its cube. The bloody red optics looked bored, contemplative, making the flyer wonder just what was going on in the mind of his leader. Once more letting loose with a sigh, the lean mech stood and stretched his wings back before relaxing them.
“I’m done here. I need my lab computer to finish debugging the system but since it’s still covered in pink goo, it’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” he stated, watching Megatron look up before nodding sharply. Leaving the cockpit, Starscream once more lost himself to his thoughts.
Optimus Prime. A mech above mechs, a shining example of the Autobot attitudes and reasoning.
Starscream sneered to himself as he passed several Decepticons as he walked towards his personal quarters.
Just the name Optimus Prime raised hopes in the sparks of all that heard and knew of him. What would they say if they knew that their lauded Prime had once been a worker mech named Orian Pax? Starscream had a feeling that they knew and could care less about that.
But still, Prime was connected to Megatron in such a way that was undeniable. Without one, the Seeker doubted that there would be the other. It was if they thrived off of trying to one up the other, as if they enjoyed trying to get the other to crack!
It was sickening and it annoyed him to the Pit and back.
Stepping inside of his personal room, Starscream made sure that he would not be bothered for the rest of the night and sat at his smaller consol, his personal data station. Leaning back in his chair, he frowned to himself as he remembered the first time he had learned of the Primes origins. He had learned very fast that Megatron would talk about things that were bothering him if he was overcharged.
It had been a rather reveling night.
Reaching out and tapping on the keyboard with delicate touches, he pulled up a slide show of pictures, watching as various ones of Optimus when he had been Orian Pax flickered over the screen, Megatron in several of them, looking much more dignified then he was now. Starscream hated to say it, but he much preferred the way Megatron had looked as High Lord Protector then now as the leader of the Decepticons. Prime looked better though.
You still could see the bond forming between the two, even when they only came across each other in the course of whatever work that the overlord was having done. It was obvious if you knew what you were truly looking for. It was in the lingering glances filled with confusion and wonder on Primes part and calculating interest on Megatrons part. After Orian had become Optimus though, it had become a bond stronger then anything Starscream had seen.
Even after all of the centuries after Megatron had betrayed his brother…they still carried that bond. Nothing would tear asunder what Primus had forged after all.
But to see Megatron so contemplative of the Prime was something that was happening more and more. He had a feeling that if he was to waltz into the Autobot base, assured capture and imprisonment aside, he would see Prime doing the very same thing his leader was doing.
Staring at a picture on a screen and wondering where things had gone so horribly, terribly wrong.
Even Starscream didn’t really know when things had gone so sideways. He had joined the Decepticons with his trine long before they had revolted against the ruling Cybertronian government, had been able to watch the two interact, to watch how they worked together and how they felt about each other. He had seen the bond grow stronger and stronger with every passing cycle, every word exchanged.
But still he had been blind to the strain that was happening around them all. To the very strain that had put Megatron and Prime on opposite sides of the battle field.
Sighing softly, Starscream sat back in his chair once more, crossing lean legs and rubbing at his face with a frown tugging on his lips. Nothing had truly prepared him with how things had happened, nothing. And still, after all the time that had lapsed, he could still remember nothing out of the ordinary that had turned their world on its head.
Looking up, he gazed blankly at one particular picture. It was one of his most loved and most hated pictures of the two mechs that that ran circles in his processor. It was one of the last pictures of them together, civil and happy with each other and their bond, taken as the Cybertronian sun had set over the horizon, light bouncing and dancing over them.
The two were standing before the building that protected the AllSpark, the gleaming whiteness bright behind their colors. Optimus stood strong and proud with a small smile of true contentment dancing on his lips, hands on his hips as he gazed up at Megatron. The darker mech had a small nearly smirking smile on his own lips, arms crossed as he looked at his brother with bemused eyes. It was the one picture that showed the true depth of their body with the way they were so casually standing near each other. Their bodies were relaxed and content.
They were fully brothers in that picture.
And Starscream had taken it in a fit of need to capture the moment, some part of his mind telling him to do so. Telling him to capture the moment for it would never be again. And how very right that part of his spark had been right.
Closing his eyes, he let his head drop back and let his body just sag into the chair, feeling the burn of liquid in his optics as the overwhelming sadness flooded him once more. He wished he was strong enough to delete the picture, to stop torturing himself with the promise of a past that would never be again.
He wished he was strong enough to leave Megatron and Prime, to leave the world and just disappear.
He wished he was strong enough to say enough was enough.
He wished he was strong enough to save the brothers that had held his spark close at one time as an adopted sibling.
But he wasn’t. He just wasn’t. Not any more. Watching as the two mechs tear themselves and each other apart was all he could do, was allowed to do. And with every battle a little piece of what the humans would call his heart, and a little piece of his spark withered away and died.
He wished that they could just stop and find peace for once. But the brothers couldn’t do that. To much had happened, the bond stretched to the point of breaking if it hadn’t been a Primus gifted bond, the damnable God that he was.
They were brothers and their relationship was poetically unjust and unfair and would always be so.
I cry for the time that
You were almost mine,
I cry for the memories
I’ve left behind,
I cry for the pain,
The lost, the old, the new,
I cry for the time
I though I had you…
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