A/N: A story I thought of when I listened to Mirrors by Justin Timberlake. Hope you enjoy. Transformers Prime. A bit AU. Mainly Knock OutxBreakdown centric.

thoughts, Bumblebee, dreams

Knock OutxBreakdown

Child(s): Windstreak, Kile, Trimme, Astreo, Zellet

MegatronxMatalic

Child(s): Breakdown, Bulkhead, Amencet

StarscreamxWindstreak

Child(s):

RatchetxIronhide

Child(s): Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Prowl, Barricade, Bluestreak, Smokescreen

Warning: Mpreg, violence, death, fluff, family, possible mentions of interfacing, and anything else I can't think of.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters.

"All done," said Breakdown, examining his handiwork.

Knock Out turned and inspected the work his partner did. His paintjob now gleamed and shined, just the way he liked it. He smiled at the large mech.

"Thank you Breakdown," said Knock Out. "I just hate it when my paintjob gets ruined."

"I find you more attractive when you get all pouty when the smallest dirt or scratch gets on you," said Breakdown. "I may not have both optics, but I don't need two just to see how beautiful you are."

"You're just saying that," Knock Out jested.

"Well I know you know it's the truth," said Breakdown, wrapping his arms around his lover. "We still have to talk to my sire about us bonding."

Knock Out huffed, not really wanting to. Breakdown laughed and headed towards the command center up front. Knock Out followed, wanting to get it done and over with. Megatron was overlooking some reports when the two walked in. He turned and smiled at his son.

"What brings you here today Breakdown?" Megatron asked.

"Sire, I wish to inform you that I have found my mate," said Breakdown, gesturing towards the red medic.

"I knew it wouldn't be long until you did. Your carrier hoped you would find someone special," said Megatron. "You have chosen a good mate my son."

"Thank you sire," said Breakdown. "Come, I wish to bond with you."

Knock Out followed Breakdown to their room. They both laid down on the berth.

~~~ a few months later

"I swear this is going to kill me," Knock Out growled, sitting down on one of the berths.

"It is not," said Breakdown. He placed a servo on his mate's extended stomach.

"Are you sure? They have been kicking and moving nonstop for the last few hours," said Knock Out.

"Well just a few more weeks and then they should be ready to come," said Breakdown. "Let's get you some energon. You look exhausted."

~~~000

"Welcome, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide, twins, Bluestreak, Hot Rod, Kup, and Blurr," said Optimus, motioning the new group into the base. "I hope that your trip here was a good one?"

"It was bearable. The twins didn't seem to control themselves. On many occasions I had to threaten throwing them in the brig," said Prowl. "Jazz had a sparkling, a little mech we named Tune. Bluestreak has been well behaved and helping out Kup. I do not know what sire, Hot Rod, and Blurr have been doing, but I believe they were sparring."

"I see. As long as you made it here safely. The others are out right now and Ratchet is working on a project," said Optimus. "I will see to getting quarters ready for you all. The couples will share a room of course."

"Optimus? Are you back?" Ratchet asked from down the hall.

"I am here Ratchet," said Optimus.

The medic walked into the main room. He was immediately greeted with the twins and Bluestreak jumping on top of him.

"Get off me! I'm too old for this," Ratchet ordered.

"Awe carrier, we just missed you is all," Sideswipe said.

"Yeah, how long has it been now? A few thousand years?" Sunstreaker asked.

"Carrier, look. My doorwings finally grew in," the second youngest said, doorwings fluttering behind him.

"I see Bluestreak," said Ratchet. He looked towards Prowl and Jazz. "Prowl, good to see you again."

"Same carrier," said Prowl, waving a hand towards his mate. "Come meet your new grandcreation. His name is Tune."

Ratchet was handed the small white and black mechling. He had a visor on, just like his carrier. The sparkling cooed up at the older mech, patting his chest. Ratchet nodded his approval at the new addition to the family.

"He is fine mechling Prowl, Jazz," said Ratchet, handing him back. "Where's Smokescreen? I sent him with you."

Prowl looked down, doorwings drooping. He sighed, "Smokescreen never made it. Iacon was attacked and the Hall was taken out. Smokescreen and Alpha Trion didn't make it back out before the ship took off."

Ratchet stared at his oldest twin child in disbelief. His youngest was dead. And he was so young too, a bit younger than Bumblebee. Ironhide walked up to his mate and hugged him tight. They both knew the same pain of losing a child. Ironhide had high hopes for his son, but when the report came in, he lost it. Smokescreen wasn't suppose to die so soon.

"I know Ratch. He didn't deserve this," Ironhide murmured. "I'm sure he didn't go down without a fight."

"He was always stubborn," said Ratchet. "All this is in the past now. The others should be getting back soon. You all can meet the new members and get updated on what is going on. I'm sure Miko would love to give you a tour and help you pick out vehicle modes for when you leave the base. Now, let's give you all an exam. I wish to know how all of you are."

~~~ weeks later

Knock Out laid breathlessly on the berth. His entire frame ached. The sparkling took out more than expected during delivery. Megatron was there as a witness to the new member. Breakdown cleaned up the sparkling and handed it to Megatron.

"She's a healthy femme," said Breakdown. "She has your optics sire."

Megatron stared down at his grandchild. She was so small. The femme looked around, cooing softly. Megatron held her close and pressed a kiss to her helm. He handed her off to Knock Out.

"She will become a fine femme," said Megatron.

"That she will be," said Breakdown.

"Windstreak. I wish to name her Windstreak," said Knock Out.

The femme had soft, baby blue frame with purple and silver highlights. Her red optics stared into her carrier's. She yawned softly and fell into recharge. Megatron headed out of the medibay.

"I'll leave you two for now. More Decepticons are arriving shortly and I must be there," said Megatron.

~~~000

The newest Decepticons stood waiting for Megatron to arrive. Starscream had already greeted them with Soundwave at his side. The warlord stepped out on the flight deck and over to his soldiers. Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Barricade bowed at the sight of their leader.

"Welcome to Earth," Megatron greeted.

"It feels good to once again be in your presence Lord Megatron," said Barricade. "We tracked a ship of Autobots here and heard of other Decepticons being here. I knew it had to be you."

"Well then it is fortunate that you came. We can use a full trine and you," said Megatron. "Do you know who also arrived?"

"The ship contained Prowl, Jazz, Bluestreak, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Kup, Blurr, Ironhide, and Hot Rod. Another one was to join them, but he fell with Alpha Trion when the Hall was attacked," Barricade reported.

"Ah, so Prime has more help. He is still outmatched," said Megatron.

"Of course my Lord. I'm sure we will bring the Autobots to their knees. Shockwave gave us an experiment before we left Cybertron," said Barricade, taking out a vial of green liquid. "It is made with Tox-En. It has been tested and proven to kill slowly and painfully. I suggest using it when you are desperate. There is no cure for this."

"I shall do so. Keep it locked up for now," said Megatron.

~~~ a few years later

Megatron studied the datapad in his servo. Tiny pedes ran into the command center and towards him. The warlord turned and knelt on one knee, hold his arms out. The tiny femme ran right into them and the warlord stood, holding his grandchild. Windstreak giggled and hugged her grandfather the best she could.

"And what are you doing?" Megatron asked.

"You said that you would take me down today," said Windstreak.

"Did I now? I don't recall such a thing," Megatron jested.

"Grandpa! You did too," Windstreak protested.

"I know child. We will go down, just as I promised," said Megatron.

Windstreak jumped in her grandfather's arms. Megatron opened the groundbridge up and walked through. The femme gasped at the sight. There was a small hill with a lake nearby and a forest surrounding them. A butterfly flew past and Windstreak chased after it. Megatron smiled and sat down in the grass. He leaned back on the hill and watched the child play.

"It's pretty here," said Windstreak. "I like Earth. It has pretty things."

"Indeed it does," said Megatron.

He didn't mention that Unicron was Earth. He didn't need his grandchild mentally scarred. The child played for hours. The warlord drifted off into recharge. Then her screams reached his audios. Sitting up quickly, Megatron looked around for his grandchild. He spotted her in the scout's arms, struggling and screaming. The Autobot left through the groundbridge. He tried to follow, but the portal closed before he reached it.

"Soundwave! Send a groundbridge now!" Megatron commanded into the com. link.

~~~000

"Let me go! Let me go!" Windstreak screamed, kicking and crying.

"You're safe now. I won't let the Decepticons harm you anymore," Bumblebee said, setting the femme down.

"Take me back! Mom and dad and grandpa are going to be looking for me!" Windstreak growled.

"What is going on here? Where did she come from?" Ratchet asked, picking up the child and comforting her.

"I was on patrol and she was with Megatron. He was recharging so I took the chance to rescue her," Bumblebee explained.

"I want my creators," Windstreak whimpered.

Ratchet studied the red optics looking up at him. He sighed and took the child into the medibay and closed the door. He sat her down and then pulled up a chair in front of her.

"Now, what is your name?" Ratchet asked, voice friendly and calm.

"Windstreak," she said softly.

"Alright Windstreak, who are your creators?"

"I don't know. I can't remember. I know that they are kind and mechs," Windstreak said uncertainly.

"It looks like from your trauma, you are suffering from short term amnesia. It will pass. Then I'm sure we will help you find your creators," said Ratchet. "Now, would you like some energon?"

Windstreak nodded, her tank feeling quite empty. She was scared that she couldn't remember her parents or grandpa. She just hoped that they would find her and take her home.