Heyo, I know the last couple of chapters have been a LOT, so this one is shorter. Sorry for being gone for a while! I started a job that takes up all of my time now, and I started refining some other chapters for a different book of mine.

This isn't my best work, but it's fine for a mostly filler chapter. There will be more extreme reactions than this later on, don't worry.

Warnings: Slight lime at the end; implied interspecies relationships; cussing

Thank you, stay safe, and enjoy the chapter :)

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      A week had passed now, and Shockwave was working diligently on cloning what he could, while trying to track down the other bones. (Y/n) and Megatron would visit, just to check up on his health and the process of other things, while making small talk.

      But, today was a slow day for the Decepticon cause. Autobots kept in hiding, no one from (Y/n)'s past decided to haunt her today, she was in bliss. She was nestled in Megatron's lap, his arms curled protectively around her. Bishop was asleep in his crib, both parents had a direct line of sight to him.

      (Y/n) loved when Megatron got like this. Leaning back, she kissed his cheek. "I love you."

      "I love you too, dear." Megatron looked over and kissed her on the lips. "I have been meaning to speak to you about something."

      "Oh boy, what is it?" (Y/n) faked an annoyed tone, but kept a smile on her face.

      "How many more would you want after Bishop?" Megatron asked.

      "You had how many brothers? Three?"

      "Yes, three." Megatron confirmed, wincing at the memory of Adonis, Fang and Sharpclaw.

      "I don't mind three more sons." (Y/n) smiled softly as she watched Bishop.

      Megatron chuckled. "Are you sure? Me and my brothers were quite a handful to Night."

      "I'll manage. Plus, you seem like you loved your brothers. I want Bishop to have that with his siblings." (Y/n) held Megatron's servo. "Just...let's wait a while before we have another."

      Megatron chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Alright."

      Megatron was about to say something else, when Knockout interrupted on the comm.

      "Commander, I have lab results. You might wanna come see this."

      (Y/n) furrowed her brow. "On my way. Sorry, honey."

      She kissed Megatron before slipping from his arms. Megatron quirked a metal brow. "What is it?"

      "Knockout has some results for me. I've been waiting to hear about it for over a month."

      Megatron nodded. "Come right back after, okay? I'd like some us time while Bishop is down."

      (Y/n) mimicked his smirk. "You got it."

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      When (Y/n) arrived at the medbay, she saw Knockout pacing around the lab, servos behind his backstruts. (Y/n) quirked a brow.

      "Well, I'm here. What's the deal?"

      "Okay, you're going to think I'm absolutely crazy. I mean, total bonkers-"

      "Knockout, get to it, please."

      "Okay, okay. I took some Predacon DNA, as you know, just- look."

      Knockout looked at a monitor, and pulled some screens up, rapidly typing as he did so. (Y/n)'s old ribcage x-ray, old comparison samples, and a current one were all brought up. Knockout pointed to the samples.

      "So, as you know, none of the others matched yours. This can be clearly seen here. But, I noticed one of them matched yours." Knockout looked to her, then pointed to the most recently taken one.

      "It's undeniable. The perfect match." The medic looked back at his friend.

      It took a moment for (Y/n) to process, but when she did, she stiffened. "I...my Cybertronian ancestors are...Predacons?"

      "It would seem so. I didn't believe it at first either, but look at your rib cage! Doesn't it look to be the same shape as our current Predacon?"

      "His name is King, and yes, but...not every Predacon had the same chest look, did they?"

      "According to history, it would seem they did. It must be why the Predacon took a liking to you."

      "But...but how is that possible? The Predacons can't transform like you can!"

      "Well, we never knew that for sure. Of course there are some theories..." Knockout typed away on his keypad again. "But, we have no historical record of them being able to do so."

      (Y/n)'s hands began to tremble. "So this means Bishop is also..."

      "And any other sparklings you and Megatron may have, will be partly Predacon." Knockout finished for her, nodding.

      (Y/n) looked at the screen for a moment longer, in silence. The information was slowly being processed. This couldn't be, it was impossible. The longer she looked at it, the longer all of it felt like a dream. Finally, one thing did come to mind.

      "Holy shit..." (Y/n) looked at her hands. "I'm a metal dragon."

      "That's what you're getting from this?!" Knockout yelled.

      "How the hell else am I supposed to process this?!" (Y/n) yelled back.

      "What is all the yelling in here?!" Starscream walked in.

      "Shut up, Starscream!" The two yelled in unison.

      Starscream stood there. "I...see this may be a bad time."

      "Do we tell him?" Knockout looked to (Y/n).

      "One way or another it's going to get out." (Y/n) sighed. "We found out the kind of Cybertronian ancestors I have."

      Starscream looked between them. "Well? Spit it out!"

      Knockout and (Y/n) looked at each other before looking back to Starscream. "Predacon."

~*~*~*

      After leaving Knockout with a very disturbed Starscream, (Y/n) went back to her shared room with Megatron. Bishop hadn't woken up, and (Y/n) was quick to settle herself next to Megatron.

      "What was it with Knockout?"

      (Y/n) paused. "I'll uh...I'll tell you later. Right now I just want to focus on us."

      Megatron chuckled, and kissed the top of her head. "Very well, then."

      As Megatron and (Y/n) laid together, she couldn't help but think about King. Was their apparent shared ancestry what led him to taking a big liking to her? Would he be able to fully understand what's happening if she told him? More importantly, what in the hell would Shockwave say?

      However, succumbing to Megatron's touch, she tried not to let it bother her too much right now. He kissed and nipped her neck softly, making sure to stay tender with her. Her mind slowly shifted from her newfound ancestry, and back to her husband.

      "You seem stressed...let me take care of you."