EvilBunny91: So,here's the spin-off story I promised about Megatron! It came up faster than I thought. Enjoy!

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The Origin Of The Evil

Chapter 1: The Child and The Mother

"Mommy, when daddy comes back? Mommy, why are you crying?" asked the youngling mech. His mother was crying. He had never seen his mother cry. He became worried when his mother didn't answer.

"Mommy?" he asked again, taking a hold of her.

"Daddy isn't coming back. He has joined the Matrix and is with Primus now." the femme named Andromeda answered, and smiled sadly for her son.

The young mech didn't know what death exactly meant, but he knew his father wasn't coming back. He wrapped his arms around his mother and cried. His mother cradled him against her and hummed to sooth him down.

"Hush, my little one. Daddy wouldn't us to be sad, he'd want us to move on." she wasn't sure if she was trying to comfort her son or herself.

The mech was starting to calm down, feeling his mother's love over their bond. He couldn't feel his father anymore, and it felt painful. But the love of his mother had always made him feel better, and he knew daddy had always wanted them to be happy. Even if it meant them moving on without him.

When he had been recruited for the battle against the rebellious bots, he knew he might die in the battle. Before his depart he had told his mate to move on and take another mate, if he'd die. First she had refused, saying she couldn't love anyone else than him. But he had made her promise him that she would move on with their son and someone else.

The news of her mate's death had shocked her. She hadn't actually believed that he would die. Now Andromeda understood that she had to move on, for her son's sake. Her mate would always have a special place in her spark, but they couldn't mourn him forever. She was still young, she would fall in love again. After all, she and her mate hadn't been the match made by Primus, but she had loved him. And her son would probably accept another mech as his father, because he was still so young.

"It's okay, my son. It's just the two of us now. We'll survive." she said as she wiped the tears off her son's optics.

The youngling nodded before yawning. It was late evening already, and he needed his recharge. Andromeda picked him up to take him to his room.

"Mommy, can I recharge with you tonight?" the youngling asked silently. Andromeda smiled at him.

"Of course you can, sweetspark." she cooed gently and took him to her quarters.

Andromeda lied her son gently on the berth and lied next to him, covering them with the blanket. The youngling curled up against her.

"Good night, mommy." he whispered before falling into recharge. His mother pulled him closer to him and kissed his forehead before whispering back:

"Good night, Megatron."

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EvilBunny91: So,did you like it? Was it sad? This is supposed to be sad story about Megatron's sparkling/younglinghood, and how he became the evil lord of the Decepticons. Please, R&R!