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Crossing the Line

~(Y/N)'s POV~

     They've done it now. I might be leaving in a few minutes but that doesn't mean I can't tell them off because THIS crosses the line.

         "MEGATRON YOU SON OF A GLITCH!"

I shot at him, but he dodged it at the last second, only to find my pede connecting to his Primus forsaken faceplate, making him stumble in to one of the computers of the lab.

         "YOU DESTROYED THEM!"

         "YOU WILL HOLD YOUR COMMENTS!" He bellowed, and the air went still, my servos shaking as my rage bubbled and brewed inside of me. It wasn't good for the sparkling, but making the Autobots destroy the Predacon lab was a deceit to Preda' I will never forgive.

         "What was done was for the safety of the Decepticon faction, I can not allow the threat of being overthrown weigh on my helm."

         "Overthro- WHY THE FRAG WOULD PREDA' TRY TO DO THAT?! He's nothing like Starscream! And nothing like YOU!"

         "Wildstryke, this argument is illogical," Shockwave said, "It will get you nowhere."

         "You of all bots shouldn't be talking!" I pointed a digit at him, "they were YOUR creations, you should have PROTECTED them!"

         "I also protect my faction." he stated monotonously, but there was a faint lining of defensiveness. Perhaps it's me being hopeful, or maybe it's the unknown weight of the sparkling, but it sounded as if he might have regretted it.

         "If you disagree with my methods so severely, I suggest you side with the Autobots, and become a permanent enemy." Megatron stated, and I looked to him, finding his arms crossed, and a ghost of a smirk on his faceplate.

         "You know where my loyalties lie," I told him, "And that is with neither faction, but to my freedom. I tell you now Megatron, I will free those you oppress on this war ship, and you will pay dearly for what you have done! I have ignored many vile acts on your part, but this, this is the last straw." I saw that demented satisfaction flash by his optics. I said his name and that's all it takes to make him interested once more. That totalitarian, demented, murderous, rage enducing AFT-HOLE!

I turned away from him, and stomped out, hearing one last comment from Shockwave.

         "Her ferocity is... astounding."

     I ran around the ship in a desperate search for Preda', until I finally found him on the flight deck. I ran up to him, but stopped before I reached the giant mech, remembering that the sparkling was already under a lot of stress. I'll ask Knockout to check on it before I leave.

         "Preda'-"

         "Don't go."

         "You know I have to," I wanted to cry, he looks so broken, "But Preda' it wasn't-"

         "They destroyed my brethren."

         "Preda' no, that's not-"

         "How can you trust monsters such as tha-"

         "PREDAKING!"

The use of his full name startled him, and like a child looks to it's mother his gaze turned to me, as if he were in a great deal of trouble, and I was going to scold him. I sighed, and placed a servo on his shoulder plate.

         "It wasn't their fault. Shockwave was going to release them early." I told him, "It was a trap for the Autobots, the main objective being for them to destroy what would have become your family, but Megatron saw it as an army, a threat to his throne."

He looked to the horizon, and I knew he was holding back tears.

         "Just think of what they would have woken up as. They would have woken as mindless beasts such as you were once," he looked to the deck below him, and then to me, "The Autobots made sure that they themselves lived, but they did not know of the hurt they caused you, don't blame them for this forced event."

He heaved a sigh, and a few tears fell. I wiped the last from his faceplate, moving from his side to his front. I gave him a smile, and he gave a faint one back.

         "It's okay to cry, Preda'. Even the greatest of warriors cry."

He transformed to his beast mode, and nuzzled me, a way to ask for comfort that he knew well. He did this many times before when Starscream was a bit too harsh, and I always was glad to give him that comfort, I still am.

     Sitting down, Preda' lowered himself next to me as we stared off into the horizon, his giant head resting just close enough for me to lean on, and stroke his metal brow. He purred lowly, and closed his optics, tail flicking behind him. I saw a few more tears slip from his optics, and disgruntled sighs sent smoke from the sides of his muzzle, and I let him cry.

~Predaking's POV~

     I opened my optics to Wildstryke's recharging form. The fatigue had finally taken its toll, and she recharged peacefully next to my helm. She is so good to me. The Decepticons will pay for the deceit they have pulled, and for making her endanger her own sparkling. I can sense the little being, and it is a wonder to me. It has been through much already, and still perseveres inside of the femme. I guess this is proof that it takes after her.

     She stirred in her recharge, and her faceplate was now fully in my view. It hurts, knowing I cannot have her, and that she is the medic's femme. She has given me reason to continue on besides my recent hate of the Decepticons. She tells me the truth, and does not cover it to any extent. She promises freedom, she told me herself during our first flight together. I showed her the beauty above, but I could not tell her that it couldn't compare to her own. Her red optics, and shining (F/C) and (S/F/C) colors that adorn her form. The medic Knockout adores her, and she him, but if only I could take her away, and she could see just how much more I adore her. But I could not do that to her. Wildstryke would be spark broken, and I fear no one would be able to pick up the pieces.

     I heard pede steps running towards us, and flicked my tail to wrap around her protectively, and moved her gently, allowing her to lay on it so I could pick up my head. I saw Megatron and Shockwave stop in their tracks as the leader looked to the two of us in horror. Perhaps... for her safety, I will play along with their game. I transformed, holding Wildstryke in my arms so that she was leaning against my chassis.

         "Why do you look to me as if I threaten you?" I asked, and they seemed to relax, though there was a certain air of caution about them.

         "We did not know how you would react to... any current advances," Megatron was not lying, he did not know, but I knew what he meant behind those deceitful optics of his.

         "I see," was my only response.

Looking to the recharging femme in my arms, I walked past the two, keeping my anger hidden. I think Wildstryke would be proud. I found my way to her sparkmate, and displayed her on the medical berth.

         "What happened?" he asked hurriedly.

         "She fell into recharge after her fatigue caught up to her, the sparkling should be fine."

He nodded, and began his procedures to ensure that she was healthy, and fully functional.

         "Why is there a dent in her pede?" the medic asked.

         "I do not have your answer, I suspect a scuffle with your leader."

He didn't seem to question my use in vocabulary, of which I was glad. He was far to worried about Wildstryke, a good sign in my processor, it means he will take care of her. I swear on my honor as the last of my race, if he fails to protect her, I will intervene. 

(Cause you know. I like to torture all of you! )