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That was a sweltering summer night, a night that belonged to centuries of cycle before. When Cybertron is still a peaceful planet, or at least the war is not yet a knife waiting on their throat. Megatronus found Orion Pax, sitting alone on the terrace, their favorite spot of all time. He didn’t realize when he came, or did, but didn’t want to react. He sat down, so close to him that Megatronus believed he felt the warmth from his spark, his best friend, his beloved friend.
- You came. - Orion smiled at him, with his head tilted slightly. The blue in his eyes seemed to flash.
- You called. - He heard himself reply.
They just sat together in silence, to gaze at the star with veneration, to follow the peaceful and quiet of the mind. Strange, Megatronus thought, the Orion Pax he knew couldn’t possibly be that quiet. Before he can start anything, a long streak of light dashed across the sky, having them both snatched up.
- Look, Orion. A shooting star!
- I know! - His voice rose, filled with excitement as he had been waiting for it. Both of his hands were clasped together, his eyes fly closed. Megatronus looked at him intently, though he didn’t want to admit it, his gaze was filled with tenderness.
- You have something to wish for?
- I was wishing…
The answers were overlapping. Megatron can’t seem to remember his words. What remained was the sultry weather, the eyes as blue as the most high grade energon , the voice as soft as a child afraid of being excavated, and the deep night seemed to swallow the stature. Bitterly as it was, it succeeded.
What did he say, Megatron wondered, when he looked at the starry sky on Earth on a sweltering summer night. An exquisite mind of the late Autobot leader, sworn enemy of the Decepticon, what did he say?
“We were two other people, people who need not to say goodbye”
Maybe Megatron will never find out.