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In another universe, they could have had it all.
This.. cannot be, can’t it? Megatron asked himself, slowly sitting up as he clutched where his spark lies. He was in the confines of an earthly cave, making for a temporary den.
His clawed hands clutched and relaxed, glancing out of his eye towards the stars that resided in the sky. For a moment, he swore he saw a small twinkle, and then nothing more.
Then, his spark began to ache and boom in his chest. It seemed to be clinging onto dear life, as if.. something was being pulled from it.
Megatron groaned, scratching at his form as he dug his other claw into the dirt, claw opening and closing, the feeling of life being drained from him. He gritted his teeth, spitting out his venom and disdain, denial, “Impossible! Unicron is not, he.. I am still alive! The autobots—“
He paused. The autobots. Oh, how could he forget? How could he forget his fall? How could he forget he disbanded the decepticons? How could he.. no. His spark, it’s clutching because of something. No, that.. that twinkle. That wasn’t a star.
Badum.
Badum.
Badum.
“Oh.. oh, Primus. No,” he whispered. The whisper came out like a beg, as if he was calling out to a god that could not answer him. He sat there in utter disbelief, his spark pounding against his chest. His conjux endura, Optimus Prime, formerly Orion Pax.. is deceased?
“This cannot be. Optimus, you..” he paused, his disbelief forming into a laugh, but not what was his usual maniacal reaction, but a reaction of sorrow. “You idiot. You absolute.. fucking.. idiot.”
What felt like tears began to roll down his faceplate, his lips twisting and clutching, metal denta gnawing on his lower lip to keep the tears from spillage. With his head in his hands, he let out the most pained roar he could ever release. His eyes fell to the ground, and he screamed.
“No, how could you..?! I was supposed to.. by my own hand, by your side! We could—“ he spat out the words, a lost confession, a desperation. He pleaded that Optimus could hear him. “We could’ve been.. I could have tried to turn my ways around, but I.. I lost the ONE thing I cared most about!”
He slammed his fists into the cave wall, leaving long gashes in the rock as he held his face, slowly stepping out of the cave. With a heavy spark, he spat out more, “You, you were all I ever wanted! I only wanted you, even if we were arch nemeses! Can’t you—“
Megatron paused, coolant rolling down his faceplate as he looked up, to what seemed like a reddened star coming for him.
And then, a servo placed on his left cheek, the other slowly coming to meet his right. It felt surreal. He actually answered his plea.
With a heavy spark, Megatron’s own hands met Optimus’s, intertwining their digits together. He knew they didn’t have much time. All he could do was savor this, maybe spit a few words, but all he could do was meet his optics with Optimus’s.
“As I feel the same about you, Megatronous,” he whispered, pressing his helm against the bot before him.
Megatron finally found his words after a few seconds, but it was barely but a whisper, “Why? Why did you..” A palm caressed his cheek, and Optimus gave him a small nod of response.
“For our home to thrive. For life. An eye for an eye, a life for a life,” he stated, a gentle tone replaced with the usual stoic one. “Cybertron is now thriving, and—“
“Spare me, Prime. Your nature is what got you killed,” Megatron spat out. Anger was beginning to crawl back into his spark, but he just.. couldn’t. He slowly sunk to his knees, dragging Optimus with him as he slowly glanced back into those hypnotizing blue optics. “No wonder the matrix chose you, you— you great—“
He almost choked on his upcoming sobs, suddenly being taken aback by cold metal lips against his own. The feeling was what felt like he was touched by a ghost. Both he and Optimus engaged in a slow, steady kiss, knowing to savor the moment because they only had so much time.
Time was what they could not have, and as Optimus pulled back, his servos held onto the once great decepticon leader. His grip not consumed by hatred, but with a passion. They held a locked gaze for as long as they could, until Optimus began to slowly fade away from view.
His words were but a whisper in the wind, ‘I love you’, and Megatron stared up at the sky, noticing that red twinkle once more join above.
His eyes were but an empty gaze, and he longed for nothing more but to join the all spark at that very moment. He just wanted him back.
But, in every universe, they’re doomed to fall.