Of Angels And Demons

By: MyNameIsJag

Warning: A little Mech/Mech and angst. Just a plot that was running around in my mind.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I will never own them, if I did…it wouldn't be a kids show and it would be a whole lot darker and twisted.

To sacrifice one's own being and welfare is something a medic does everyday. Refusing to let anyone suffer if they are able to be healed, to pour one's spark into saving another but how far would one go to prevent a life-ending disaster.

'-Ava Mary A, were did you go, were did you go, how did you know to get out of a world gone mad. Help me let go of the chaos around me, the devil that hounds me, I need you to tell me, child be still. If the darkest hour comes before the light, where is the light, where is the light, where is the light!-'

Out of context from Ava Mary A: Pink

He gasped and struggled against the servos holding him against the ground, how did he end up in this position! His blue optics stared up at them, they were talking to each other in hisses and barks, the language of the Pit of which they come…humans had a word for them and he gave a klik to wonder why his species never gave a name to them…most likely from the lack of belief…but the human word fit…demons. A sharp denta scrapped against his throat as he tried squirming, it was a warning not to keep up his struggling, he paused and a purr was directed his way. Deep reddish purple optics were staring down at him, had they finally decided what to do with him now that he discovered what they were.

A pair of servos lifted from his frame but the others remained, the one who had moved was shuffling around in the dark, the medic tried to glance over, unable to see from lack of light but he could see those chilling optics searching for something. He looked back at the one above him, he felt as though a smile was on his capture's face, "What are you doing?" He wished he didn't sound so meek, it seemed to make them happy, evidence of that was the sharp rumble of engines. He felt a glossa slither out and lick his cheek, "Hmm, I wouldn't worry about that, usually we get rid of those who find out about us…but…," the appendage slip over his lips, it wasn't like regular glossa, it was more…organic…he shuddered…more like a some kind of slimy metallic worm. It flicked at his tightened mouth, as though it had a processor of it's own and was trying to hide within his orifice.

An amused chuckle made him thrash or at least try to, he was low on energy from the last minute repairs and fighting them off to no use had completely drained him. He had originally came back to his medbay to get some medical energon, his systems too drained to take the sudden burst of anything more concentrated, when this little situation came about. "Oh, little medic, what a bind you're in, you never wondered how we could survive such battles…though you are to thank for mending us back together…healing on our own was always so painful," the worm-like limb slithered against his mouth again, "a little ironic, isn't it?" He glared up at him, refusing to open his mouth to snap at the intruder, what was so ironic about this!

A grunt came from the other side of the room and he could feel the vibrations on the floor from the other 'walking' over, "Found it." He was suddenly released, the weight of the other lifting off of him, he sat up instantly and tried to glare at them…to no use…they just seemed amused. Their figures nearly melted into the shadows, as though they were part of the darkness but their optics remained on him, a slither of something ran across his legs and he tried to move but found himself immobilized from the waist down. His optics widen with more fear he cared to show as his lower half seemed to be immersed in a moving specter, he glanced back up at them to find them gone. Oh, this was not good.

The black mass seemed to wrap around him, the shadow alive in it's own way, binding his body together…leaving him tied and helpless. Only the shine from his optics gave light to the terrifying sight, it usually wasn't this dark in here but this wasn't a usual situation. A flick of that familiar glossa on his chevron had him nearly breaking his neck to pear behind him…finding no one. Another chuckle that taunted him as invisible servos seemed to pierce through his shadowed binds and delicately stroke the metal skin. "We should kill you…but it would be such a waste…yet-", another pair joined the first, "We can make an offer for you, all you need to do is give yourself to us," two of those eerie glossas were trailing against his chevron. "You won't be able to tell anyone because who would believe that after finding us, you would let us frag you and you know Prowl and Prime would want all the details from you." "Plus, we get a small part of Primus, as my brother said before, ironic." So that's what he meant, medic's were supposed to close to the god, able to hold life in their servos and give theirs to others without anything in return. As hostile as he was, he still cared and his programming would make him offer himself in value to save others…as a medic, he was to be unselfish and sacrificing no matter what. Even if he was screaming and moody…there wasn't anyone on board that would say he wasn't caring and giving. A creation from Primus to pass the blessing of all giving life and healing to all that needed . These demons were asking him to give himself up for his own sake, something he would be unable to do…

A hiss flew by his audio as he shook his helm still refusing to open his mouth in fear of those glossas snaking in. "No…you wouldn't, there isn't anything at stake for you to…as a medic…you believe your life is worthless compared to those you heal. But they would suffer without you, sure Aid could take over…but his not like you…or a blessed medic." It was a tradition for a medic to be blessed, they held the very spark of bot's in their servos, something only Primus himself should do…so they were blessed and purified much like the ancient guardians of the temples. By being placed with sanction, they too were granted to hold and heal life, even though he was an Autobot, he would always follow his programming first…to let no bot die if he could help it and to ease the pain when he couldn't. He had offered his assistant the chance of the aged tradition, but the mech refused his offer…to the youngling it was a needed work not his living spark like his mentors. He didn't press it, there would always be those who thought it was just some kind of odd passage that just didn't die…he was programmed to heal not to judge and if that's what the bot wanted then he would leave it at that. They would save lives all the same. These beings that held him though were a medics complete opposite.

A servo drawled him out of his musing as it ran down his thigh and up again, "Then perhaps we should make it to were you would give yourself to our whims, you know we could kill everyone here without a problem, some will fight but all will die." "After all, we were sent here to get rid of your god's favorite creation, but it was just so fun around here…suppose it is time we go…unless you can give us a reason to hesitate of course." They loved going against their duties to the Unmaker, it didn't seem to bother the beast though…they killed Cons whose sparks were instantly poured into the monsters servos…fueling his hatred and anger…growing his army! All in all, their master was more then happy to let them run around destroying lives and causing misery, it fed him. They weren't like the little healer, whose every whim was to the good lord…they could never say his name or be punished for mentioning the master's sworn rival. Oh, if they could get this…what did humans say…angel…yes…that fit…this angel to give into them, they would be able to savor a treat none of their kind has had before. His god would forgive him of course, but it would anger the holy being to have one of his sacred children tainted in such a way and that would make the master so happy. Like a slap to the face. And once they wormed their way into this fallen being's spark, they will happily drag him back with them…let the almighty being suffer from the last of the blessed medic's lost to the servos of the corrupted…all because of the programming he placed into the medic himself.

A digit traced against a red panel that lead to his interface equipment, the white mech shuddered…it felt like a talon instead of what it usually was. "Distract us…our angel…give us a reason not to follow our master's orders…just open up to us…" "Give your life for them and we shall spare theirs for now." He shivered again, he didn't want to but…they would kill them and these beings…if they wanted him so much…after the murders…would simply take him anyway…

He couldn't help it, it was his programming to be sacrificing…to save the other's from death and pain. And with a brief pause…he retracted his plating…sealing his fate as Primus cried out for his creation's self-sacrifice…a trait made by the holy spirit's own servos.

The shadows danced in delight of the screams, the darkness celebrating the light's failure and the demons laughed with joy as the angel suffered to their pleasures.

R&R

O.o Yeah…

Anyway, I might do a second part, depending on the reviews I get and I know your reading this! Review! Ratchet would be grateful if you did, it would make him happy…you want him to be happy don't you.

Anyone else feel like the medic needs a hug…maybe some holy water as well…or holy energon…is there such a thing? Don't bother asking what they got out of the medbay, I'm not quite sure myself.