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Warnings: Implied childbirth (very short); implied violence; Megatron planning to take over the world; y'all know the drill

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      Bright lights, sounds of monitor beeps, rushed voices, intense pain...it was all too much for (Y/n). She felt like she might pass out. The pain was making her vision blurry, and she could barely make out the sight of Megatron, Knockout and Soundwave surrounding her. The pain grew and grew, until all she could hear was the sounds of a baby crying, and Knockout screaming that it was a boy.

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      Blinking back to the present, (Y/n) looked down at her three month old baby. The little boy, with his short and thin (color) hair and (color) eyes, looked up at his mother with a bright smile on his face, babbling happily with a small toy in his hand.

      (Y/n) smiled and picked her son up. "Hi Bishop!"

      The baby boy, wrapped in a deep purple onesie, showed his mom his toy. (Y/n) feigned a gasp and gently took it from him, exaggerating her response to him, making him laugh. (Y/n) gave the toy back to him when he began reaching for it. With Bishop now occupied in her lap, (Y/n) began to think.

      It had been a year since the Autobot base was destroyed. Megatron and Starscream managed to steal the relics, as well as Airachnid trapped in stasis, that survived the blast. And, it had been a year since (Y/n) had last seen Rayne. (Y/n) closed her eyes in pain at that, and before she could delve further into her thoughts, Bishop wriggled out of her lap and sat on the floor.

      (Y/n) chuckled. She couldn't be thinking like that, she had a child to look after now. She was a mother. Megatron flew in and landed at the top of the Darkmount base, where (Y/n) and Bishop were. Bishop babbled in excitement at seeing his father. (Y/n) stood and took him with her, walking with Megatron to their thrones.

      The Vehicons had built a smaller throne next to Megatrons, which (Y/n) took a seat in. Megatron reached over and carefully grabbed Bishop, who giggled and babbled at the sight of his sire. Bishop offered the toy to Megatron, whom inspected it and let out a raspy chuckle. "Bishop, one day you will make a fine scout, and eventually a warrior. You have brought me more today than your...erm..."

      "Uncles." (Y/n) mumbled.

      "Uncles! Than your uncles have." Megatron looked down at Bishop with a soft look.

      (Y/n) tried to smile, but she grew weary at Megatron's words. "You don't think we'll be in this war-like state for that long, do you?"

      "I certainly hope not, but we must prepare for a future that may unfold regardless." Megatron tucked Bishop in close to him. "I was attacked again today by your native military."

      "Are you hurt?" (Y/n) asked.

      "No. It was easy to dispose of them." Megatron looked at his sparkmate.

      "Where is Starscream? Shouldn't he have come in after you?" (Y/n) asked.

      "He's still down there, tearing Jasper apart for anything useful. I just wanted to come back early to see my darling sparkmate and sparkling." Megatron leaned over and kissed (Y/n), then kissed Bishop's forehead. "You know, I am very perplexed as to how Bishop looks almost exactly like you."

      "Almost? You mean, is?" (Y/n) teased.

      Megatron chuckled. "On the contrary, look."

      (Y/n) looked closely at Bishop's hair, to find a sliver of it towards the front was actually a silver color. "I hardly noticed!"

      Bishop, who was just happy to receive attention from both of his parents, giggled happily and waved his toy. Both Megatron and (Y/n) smiled softly down at the baby, then to each other. Megatron leaned in and kissed her again, but their soft moment was interrupted by somebody on Megatron's comm.

      "Ah, Agent Fowler." Megatron settled back into his warlord state.

      (Y/n) saw Bishop put one of his fists in his mouth, calmly leaning into Megatron with his eyelids drooping. (Y/n) didn't want to remove Bishop just yet, knowing that he'd start crying. (Y/n) couldn't hear anything Fowler was saying.

      "A new power dominates your world. Any further attempts to attack me will be met with even greater force! Your leaders should be advised, that my fusion canons possess enough fire power to decimate any densely populated area of my choosing."

      (Y/n) swallowed thickly, keeping silent. She glanced between Megatron and Bishop, who was slowly falling asleep.

      "I would in all likelihood set sights on your nation's capital, for starters."

      Washington D.C., (Y/n) thought. Bishop yawned and shifted slightly in Megatron's lap, who had begun to stroke a digit on Bishop's chubby little arm. Fowler said something to Megatron.

      "Nothing, Agent Fowler. The Decepticons mean no harm to humanity. We merely desire a place to call home!" Megatron turned up the volume on his comm.

      Starscream landed and began strutting in. (Y/n) now looks between Megatron, Starscream and Bishop. Bishop was beginning to fall asleep, and (Y/n) motioned for Starscream to stay quiet.

      "No offense, Megatron, but I'm having a tough time swallowing all of that; since you seemed so bent on plastering all of humanity under molten steel!"

      "Agent Fowler, I admit that war brings the worst in me...but the conflict with the Autobots is now over, and our quarrel has never been with your kind. Now that the one true enemy of the Decepticons is no more," (Y/n) saw Starscream smirk. "My only wish is to coexist on this planet with the human race, peacefully."

      (Y/n) saw Bishop had fallen asleep.

      "Together, Agent Fowler, I believe that you and I can make that dream a reality." Megatron then hung up, carefully cradled Bishop in his arms and stood.

      (Y/n) stood with him, and the pair of them walked to the edge of the walkway, Starscream following. Thunder rumbled above them, and (Y/n) hoped it would not disturb Bishop's nap for the day.

      "You do have a way with words, Master, and sparklings it seems. You were able to put your little son to sleep so quickly." Starscream kept his voice low, not wanting to anger the new parents by waking up the child. "I almost believed you myself."

      "Yes...I did too." (Y/n) mumbled, overlooking her destroyed adoptive town.

      Megatron chuckled softly. "Earth is our planet now, Starscream, and we shall finish what we started. Humankind has no idea what lies ahead for them."

      Starscream nodded. "I shall go visit our Autobot prisoner for some more...grilling." Starscream chuckled before leaving.

      (Y/n) relaxed slightly. Megatron turned to her. "I see your walking is improving."

      She nodded. "Getting better day by day. Birth takes a toll on the body."

      "So what you're saying is, you don't want to have another?" Megatron chuckled.

      "Now I never said that, just not yet." (Y/n) chuckled to herself. "I want to give Bishop a few years before we give him a sibling."

      Megatron nods and looks down at his son. "One day, he will take my place and rule Earth beside me with his own sparkmate."

      (Y/n)'s smile fell from her face. The thought of her son turning into a warlord deeply unsettled her, especially over hers and his own native planet. She said nothing else of the sort, but continued to fawn over her son quietly with Megatron.

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      Eventually (Y/n) took Bishop to his nursery, a smaller room extension in (Y/n)'s and Megatron's room. Thinner walls than the rest of Darkmount, simply for listening purposes. Bishop was tucked into his crib, a fan droning somewhere in the background for white noise.

      Bishop's room had a mirror, since (Y/n) at one point spent so much time in the nursery, but now the little baby just laughed at his reflection. Standing in front of the mirror, (Y/n) took her shirt off. Stab wounds and cuts from war littered the sides of her frame, and she turned slightly to catch a glimpse of the older scars on her back.

      But, the scars that affected her the most were the ones leftover from her pregnancy. Stretchmarks littered her stomach. She'd sacrificed her body for her son, as any mother does for pregnancy. She'd chosen to keep the baby, chosen to raise the baby in the Decepticon ranks, yet she feels...unsure.

      Turning to look back at Bishop's crib, she envisioned Bishop and Megatron together, decimating Earth. It hurt her heart so bad to think that her baby could do such awful things. "Is this what Night felt like...? With Megatron?"

      Standing over Bishop's crib, (Y/n) sighed. "I promise you, I won't let you become a warlord, no matter what your father says."

      Bishop shuffled, but stayed asleep. (Y/n) yawned and sat in the rocking chair next to the crib, feeling tired herself. Her body's slow recovery from birth still left her tired most of the time during the day. Kicking off her shoes, she relaxed in the rocking chair. Closing her eyes, she let out an exasperated sigh once more before dozing off.

      And there they slept beside each other, mother and son, woman and infant; with an unspoken promise, a bond between them. She had seen so much, and her vowing not to let her son become a warlord is just the same as vowing not to let him see the toils of war, no matter what it takes.