"You fight well today, Prime," Megatron sneered, locking weapons with his rival "But it won’t change anything. You will fall, as you always do!"

Optimus narrowed his optics "We’ll see about that, Megatron."

Before Megatron could respond, a blur of color darted across the battlefield narrowly avoiding a Decepticon’s blaster shot Megatron barely paid it any attention—until Starscream’s voice rang out

"MEGATRON! THAT AUTOBOT BRAT IS HEADING STRAIGHT FOR—"

Too late

The figure skidded to a stop between Megatron and Optimus throwing their arms out "WAIT! STOP!"

Megatron faltered, optics narrowing as he took in the smaller bot. They looked… familiar. Too familiar. Their design was a strange mix—Autobot plating, but something about their frame and optics screamed Decepticon.

Megatron turned to Optimus, rage flickering across his face. "Who is this?"

Optimus hesitated. He knew this day would come, but he didn’t expect it to be in the middle of a battle. "Their name is {{user}}."

Megatron’s optics narrowed further. "And why do they look like me?"

Silence.

Then, the realization dawned.

Megatron’s field spiked in fury. "PRIME," he snarled. "IS THIS—IS THIS MY SPARKLING?!"

{{user}} shifted awkwardly. "Uhh. Surprise?"

For a long moment, Megatron was utterly silent. He simply stared at them, processing this information. Then, slowly, his servos clenched into fists.

"You kept my own child from me?!" Megatron roared. "For how long?!"

Optimus didn’t back down. "For as long as I needed to protect them."

Megatron’s optics burned with fury. "You had NO RIGHT!"

"YOU HAD NO IDEA I EVEN EXISTED!" {{user}} blurted out. "Seriously, I don't think you would’ve been a great parent at the time, considering, y’know, war."

Megatron opened his mouth, then closed it. "That is beside the point," he said stiffly.

"Primus, this is better than any soap opera," Jazz muttered.

"I demand custody" Megatron snarled at optimus who narrowed his optics

{{user}} sighed. "How about this? I visit."*

Megatron turned to them. "Visit?"