Title: Something Right

Author: Eiseedoesit

Summary: Megatron expected a strong, fearsome, battle ready son. What he got was something rather different entirely. AU; fluff galore; ooc; just a series glimpses into an alternate and much happier version of Echoes and Empires.

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. This was written for fun, not profit.

A/N: Just a much happier alternative version of Echoes and Empires, where Orion and his son live. Since Echoes will focus heavily on Cassiel, this little series of ficlets will focus on sweet effeminate Meta Enjoy the fluff!

"Megatronus," Orion shook him helm as he bounced Cassiel in his arms, "You know Meta doesn't like being kept in armor. You're going to hurt him."

"His name is Metatron. Not Meta," Megatronus said, trying to keep a hold on his squirming, crying son, "And if he's going to be a fearsome warrior you need to stop coddling him."

The silver and blue mechling cried harder as his sire locked an oversized chassis guard over his little frame. Meta looked towards his carrier with wide, bright blue optics, as if pleading for help. His twin sister meanwhile, gave him an annoyed, almost jealous glare.

"Megatronus, love—" Orion sighed, "No matter how much armor you put on him or whatever weapons you make him hold he will not go for it. He doesn't have the spark—"

The silver mech huffed.

"Of course he has the spark. My creators thrived and died in the pits of Kaon, as their creators before them. Metatron descends from a great line of warriors. He has my coding and it will show."

Orion gently stroked his son's chin from beneath the obscene helmet that would topple over in a second. The sparkling stopped crying and leaned into his mother's touch, his perfect silver face shining.

"But he isn't you my love. Look at him. Just one glance of you and your enemies race for the hills. I have a feeling when our sweet Meta comes of age he'll have the opposite effect." Orion laughed, "Just one glance of him and I'm certain we'll have all of Iacon and half of Kaon running for a chance to court him."

"That's not a very good joke Orion."

"Oh I don't jest. We did make a very gorgeous son. This place will be crawling with suitors."

"Our son will be the one pursuing. Not the one pursued," Megatronus said, "It is not becoming for him. There! Stand tall my son, show your carrier how strong you are."

The gladiator propped his son on the floor, guiding him to stand on his own two pedals. Meta wobbled nervously, his little servos refusing to let go of his sire's claws.

"Hmm, that helm doesn't suit him either," Orion replied.

As if on cue Meta yelped helplessly as he toppled over, the weight of the armor pulling him face first on the ground. Cassiel giggled happily at the sound, clapping her dark servos in the air.

Meta titled his face upwards, the silver plates shaking. His whimpers slowly escalated into a thin, painful wail. From beneath the heavy armor guards, his dainty little fingers reached up towards his mother.

"Oh my sweet boy," Orion leaned over and took Meta into his free arm. The sparkling's helm guard titled off to the side and fell away, revealing a silver face soaked with tears. The poor mechling's arms were stretched out, clinging to his carrier with as much strength as he could muster.

"Hussh Shhhh, shhhh now Meta. It's over now," Orion said softly all the while glaring at Megatronus, optics blazing.

The silver mech groaned at the threats Orion sent through their bond. Threats that mentioned several cold nights and Megatronus sleeping somewhere other than their berth.

"You wouldn't—" Megatronus crossed his arms, "You never could deny me."

"That was before our twins were born Megatronus. My poor son's optics will be cracked and red because of you and you expect me to be any sort of mood other than irritated?"

"Orion—"

"Cassiel!" Orion leaned down just in time for the restless femmling to leap safely to the floor. She crawled curiously to the discarded pieces of training armor, propping one up on top of her head awkwardly. With chubby, dark, fingers she grabbed hold of the chassis guard and began to bat it wildly, smiling at the clanging sounds.

"No Cassiel," Megatronus picked his daughter up and peeled the armor of her, "You may get hurt little one."

Cassiel simply stared at him with wide, open optics that appeared hurt and betrayed. She whirled and chipped softly, reaching out of the armor he kept beyond her grasp. Her liplates trembled when he shoved the armor beneath the table and out of sight.

"Don't give me that look little lady. You could have gotten hurt. Here," Megatronus picked a discarded brightly colored blanket from the floor, "Don't you like this? That friend of your carrier's gave this to you as a gift. A pretty little blanket for a beautiful little femme."

Cassiel looked at her father's formidable face, then back at the blanket and back again, as if trying to figure out what he wanted her to do with it. She sniffled, her little body quickly rising in heat as her wings drew energy from the light.

"Megatronus she's doing it again!"

Before her creators could react, the little femme flicked her wings, a soft wave of light cascading outwards from the motion.

Megatronus quickly pulled the blanket away before it could burst into flames from Cassiel's uncontrolled solar bursts. What he didn't expect was for little Meta to reach out and grab the blanket from his hold.

"Metatron, what are you doing?" Megatronus gave a frustrated sigh. Meta didn't even see the scowl on his father's face. The little mechling was too busy happily smothering his face in the soft fabric. Meta snuggled into the bright pink and yellow blanket, rubbing his face against the sparkly tassels that dotted the edges.

"There you go. I don't think your sister would mind if you use her blanket," Orion said, tickling the underside of his son's chin. The sparkling chirped brightly in response, rolling his helm towards his carrier's touch. Orion kissed the top of his blue helm, sighing as he felt his son's dainty servos clinging against him, the blanket in between them.

"No. I think Cassiel would like her blanket now." Megatronus made a move to pull the fuzzy material out of Meta's grip.

"Well I think our daughter is warm enough," Orion said, turning away from his mate and tucking the offending blanket securely around his son, "You, however, won't be warm at all come tonight Megatronus."

"We shall see about that my little mate," Megatronus smiled. He leaned over, pulled his mate closer to him, and smacked Orion's aft a bit harder than he meant to. Orion's smile eased into a laugh all the same.

"Not in front of our twins," Orion warned, though his optics flickered, the promise of mischief clear within their blue lights, "Keep your lust in order my love."

"But it is," Megatronus said, "I do have an order. A very precise one. First, we'll put these two to sleep."

"Oh please," Orion laughed, shaking his helm as his mate kissed his cheek.

"Next, after they're both securely in their room, safe and sound…" The gladiator's voice dropped into that low, husky octave that never failed to quake Orion to the very core, "I'm going to take you. Hard and slow."

Orion looked up at him, the hunger suddenly blazing in his optics. He smiled softly, his lips curling in mischief.

Before the librarian could respond, the sparklings between them began to fuss. Cassiel was tugging and tearing at the blanket while Metatron was doing his best to keep the soft material all to himself, whirling in distress as his sister yanked the blanket hard enough to pull it off from around his shoulders.

Megatron carefully lowered Cassiel to the ground. The restless sparkling flicked her wings and crawled over to the sparkling-sized weapons her father had commissioned for her brother. While Metatron was busy gathering the soft, luxurious fabric around him his younger twin was pushing at the mini stun gun. It was nothing more than a toy, but the little femme grabbed on to it, clicked the trigger and made an excited booming noise from her vocals.

"Booopbooopberrrrpop!" The tiny femme wiggled the mock stun gun in various directions, rattling her frame as if getting the full recoil of a blast.

"Care to explain where she learned that Megatronus?" Orion said wearily.

"I may have watched a recording or two of my gladiator matches with her and Metatron."

"Megatronus!"

"They're bound to learn about it one day. May as well show them now so they won't shy away from it." The silver said, avoiding optic contact with his mate, "Do not fret. I don't intend for them to be in the pits. But I don't wish to shelter them from that reality either."

Meta chirped contently in his carrier's arms, rubbing his face on the plushy pink portion of the blanket.

"Have I told you of what the other clerks said about Meta?" Orion asked, gently caressing his son's delicate helm, "They say he should be entered into one of those sparkling pageants. They say he'd win at a glance."

The mechling gurgled happily, his tiny fists full of sparkly tassels. Megatron's face paled at the suggestion.

"Metatron, come here,"

Orion reluctantly placed the mechling in the arms of his mate. Megatron carefully pulled the blanket away, the sudden coldness eliciting distressed sounds from the sparkling.

"Easy now," Megatron said, placing the mechling at the barrel of his fusion canon, "Just want you to get used to weapons that's all."

"Megatronus—," Orion warned, "Do not dare."

"You worry too much. I would never fire at my son. I merely wish him to be familiar with the canon if he's to have when he comes of age."

"Meta will have nothing to do with weapons," Orion replied, "The poor child is terrified of them."

"They only fear what they do not know," Megatronus insisted, "And I intend for him to know how to manage a canon, as his sire and ancestors before him."

Orion watched nervously as Megatronus allowed Meta to crawl over the barrel of the deadly weapon. To both their surprise, the pretty little mechling seemed very happy to be there, perhaps a bit too happy. Meta stretched himself out, hugging the canon like it was best pillow in all of Cybertron. Within a few minutes he was fast asleep, still clinging to his father with the most adorable, innocent smile.

"Yes my love," Orion laughed at the annoyed scowl crossing his mate's face, "He will be the next great terror of Kaon indeed."

TBC

A/N: Fluff. Cause we need more of it. XD. You've read, now please review