Somewhen Azurine
an excerpt

I know you're out there somewhere...

It started just like so many of their other fights...

The sound of optic glass giving way brought Optimus back to the present. Twin blood-red optics glared back at him. The image set askew from his own damaged lenses thus mussing with his perspective. Internal readings from systems giving off notes he'd long since ignored. Static fizzled along burnt-out audio lines. The antennae along the left side of his helm was barely connected to his head via a few thin wires.

I can't here a word you're saying ...uhn! Megatron...but I'm sure that i can guess... His working optic-the one with his on board targeting module attached zoomed in on the silver white Decepticon's face. After all this time...everything we've been through. You'd think he'd know by now how to control his facial expressions...I can see everything there. Especially when he's fragged off like that...so beautiful even when he's angry. Heh..and I know that thought would piss him off even more...(sigh). He grumbled again as a well placed kick from the other mech sent him flying across the hall. He winced as he landed hard on his back, scraping off yet another layer of paint.

“Heh...,” Prime coughed and shook his head, part of his face plate falling away—victim of that last strike “For someone so blasted proud of Cybertronian history, you've got a hell of a way of showing respect...” he grinned and spat oil from a busted line wiping the traces off his battered face. “..and if that's you're idea of respect, I'd really hate to see what would happen if you didn't like something...”He smirked again knowing just how much Megatron hated—despised human sayings The ebb and flow of human language annoyed the vain Transformer almost as much as getting a dent in his polished silver armor. Although from the looks of the other mech at the moment, he didn't really care so much about his appearance (at least as much as he did the ruins of the archival hall they were currently dismantling..).

The silver mech's striking face twisted even further into a feral snarl. “ You insolent whelp!” he shrieked. “ I'll tear your precious Matrix out via your aft for that!” he stood practically shaking from his fury. Optics blazing almost white hot with rage, his rough voice rose an octave into a scream that shook more than paint off the walls.

“Hahn,..” Optimus grunted as he fell back against the blasted wall, “and all along I thought you didn't like me...” he purred (only it sounded a bit strangled especially with Megatron sitting on his chest—how'd he move that fast?) Black fingers embedded themselves into the thick servo lines in his neck. Grunting heavily again, Optimus managed to prize the hand away from any power lines even as he bucked hard enough to momentarily unsettle the heavy gunner from his chest. Problem was, he landed rather firmly a bit lower on the carrier's torso. Something hot and heavy twitched deep inside as he felt the older mech shirt position. Oh Primus....that feels...so...heh. If he knew what I was thinking right know he'd kill me for sure...he'd pop my head off without so much as a second thought and somehow, I'm still sitting here teasing him. I must be mad...

Remembering earlier in the day...
“These files are unbelievable...” Prowl handed the disk to Optimus as the two mechs patrolled the halls of the barracks. “It's got listings of every bond ever formed since Primus and Unicron...I wouldn't be surprised if there's a listing in there for every Prime...” he stopped looking up at his superior officer. Optimus was looking at the disk thoughtfully. Optics dimming for a moment –a slow blink for a Transformer, he picked up the disk in two fingers and turned it watching the lights overhead send a glint of rainbow fractals over it.

“I didn't think that anything could've survived that attack on the Archive...luckily there wasn't anyone around that day. Even the Guardians had the day off...” He sighed recalling the many hours he'd spent loosing himself in the stacks as a younger mech. The loss of the data itself was devastating. Even if all of it had been copied onto Vector Sigma, the original files were irreplaceable, the disks, themselves were very fragile. The one he held was the only surviving file on the topic of bond formation—a rare occurrence in Cybtrtronian life. It was rumored that the information within contained hints as to how to end the war itself.

“This is the one disk that no one's been able to decipher completely...” Prime looked closely at the small device. “As long as I've been aware, the language is known to everyone on the planet but the way it's used is almost archaic...”

An office door lensed open then closed silently. A solitary figure extended a long arm towards the massive desk and turned on the single lamp hovering over the polished surface. A low drawer on the desk slid open revealing a cushioned bench. The big mech lowered himself unto the bench and turned the computer on. Pulling a small data chip out of a subspace pocket, the mech carefully inserted the small transparent, glowing chip into a slender port at the front of the desk. He started by opening several folders previously saved from other research completed earlier. Then he began a new search using this data. Soft tapping on small keys opened new folders hovering above the user's head. Muted light from these screens cast a quiet glow around the desk. The massive being seated perfectly still could've been mistaken for a statue if not for the occasional flickering of pale blue optics or the near silent whirring of servos as large hands hovered over the keyboards. These hands moved with deceptive quickness for their enormous size. Each calculated motion sent a pulse of signal code through the planet's core to its central computer—Vector Sigma.

Once ensconced in his office, he opened the disk and the associated files on it. Luckily I did my exit research project on Bond formations...this should be easy...ok..easier for me than most others. The carrier smiled beneath his mask as he remembered all of the research that he'd done on bond formation..especially the practical portion. So i was a little hyper sexual...human term...heh.. heh.

Humming under his breath, Optimus took a container of energon from the storage unit near his desk and sat down for what looked like just another session of reading.