Title: Reclamation
Verse: Shattered Glass
Series: Shattered Glass AU
Rating: M for implications.
Warnings: Violence. Non-Con.
Pairings: Jazz/Starscream. Optimus Prime/Starscream
Summary: Part 1 of ?
Note: Resurrection Sunday/Weekly Request Prompt: Jazz/Starscream – obsession...but that was fail since I dragged Optimus in on it. So, super!Fail on that front. :3
"There's no need to miss someone from your past- There's a reason they didn't make it to your future" – Unknown
Jazz-
I watched the flier from my hiding place, it had been easy enough to circumvent the labs security. Laughably easy. I watched and waited, knowing the attack would begin soon, and I would be in the perfect place to meet my objective. I had a plan, one I doubted the flier would appreciate much. Optimus would appreciate the gift I planned to give him in any case. I doubted the flier would think the same, but then he had already rejected the Prime once. If everything came to fruition I doubted that would be the case this time.
The battle had begun, my audios picked up the whine of firepower, and the first of many explosions. I couldn't help but smile as I stepped out of my hiding place. The look on Starscream's face-plates were priceless. I snapped a picture, and filed it carefully away. I wanted to remember that look.
He screamed and charged, but was easy enough to take down. Easier still to rip through his firewalls. Easier still to take him down, even with minimum damage. I admired my work for a moment once he was finally off-line. I could almost understand Prime's obsession. Almost. Starscream was sleek, and not unattractive, if that was your thing. He would look better grounded. I left well enough alone, though, not wanting to witness the fit Prime would throw if his toy was broken before he had a chance to do so. Besides that, Ratchet was waiting.
OoOoOoO
Starscream-
I was puttering about the lab when I first heard the ruckus. I didn't think anything of it at first. Sadly, that sort of thing happens on a regular basis. Soundwave's herd...well they were not the quietest bunch. The laughed, they yelled, they chased each other, and on not a few occasion blew up things. It was just the nature of the beast, and I had long since learned to ignore it. I would have in this case as well, had things suddenly not proved to be different. One second I was along, and then he was there. How he got in, only entered my processor for a moment. I didn't care enough to speculate, not when I had more important things to do, like get away. I didn't even have a chance to form a plan, there was a faint stinging between my armor plating. I plucked out the needle like projection the mech had shot at me, and stared at it dumbly for a klik before it fell from my servos, and clattered on the floor. The noise was deafening, my first clue something was terribly wrong. My knees buckled. He had killed me was my last thought before the world about me faded to black.
OoOoOoO
Jazz-
It was a good battle, we routed the soft-embered Con's. Everything had gone as planned. Everything and more. We returned victorious, and I came back bearing a present for my ever-obsessive over-lord. Prime had quirks, certainly. Quirks and obsessions. Prime could not, would not handle rejection well. Few would dare, and fewer still would do so and live to tell the tale. The scientist was one, and Prime obsessed over the Decepticon. The scientist had refused him, spurned him. I knew that Prime would do anything at all to possess said scientist. Prime had, after all been so enraged at the scientists refusal he had razed the Crystal City. He had put a "capture, not kill" reward on the scientist. Something unheard of with Prime's blood thirsty nature. I could not help but smile, and the fact that this little gift would eat at the second-in-commands processor, all the better. It was a pleasant bonus.
The present in question whimpered under Ratchet's merciless care. "Nearly done." Ratchet added.
I glared at him. For once he kept his servos to himself. As tempting as the the mech was, Ratchet was not about to muck-up the Prime's gift. The fact that I would owe him, and owe him big for this was more than enough reward. I watched him smiled in anticipation, it wasn't difficult to read his processor in this case. "The programming is in place."
"Do you take me for an amateur? Of course it is. He shall be, as you said...defiant in mind, and pliant in body."
"Perfect." I laughed.
OoOoOo
Starscream-
I woke to pain.
Pain. Confusion. A myriad of warnings flashed against my HUD. Red angry warnings.
Most alarming:
Weapons: off-line.
Self-defense systems: Off-line.
I attempted to reboot them. The Self-defense fails. I took a closer look, the fire-walls were stripped, the weapons were entirely gone.
Flight systems: off-line.
Transformation systems: off-line.
I began to panic, and panicked worse when I caught the thread of programming weaving sinuously through all of my systems, to my core programming. It was insinuating itself deeper. So deep it would be hopeless for me to remove it without doing irreparable damage to my own core programming and memory. I scanned the program and would have flinched back had I been able to. It was not slave programming, but it was not far off from it.
I heard myself groan as I on-lined my audials and tried to make sense of the noise around me. Two bots were speaking. Talking about me as if I were not present. Fear began to wing it's way through my processor as I finally placed the voice: Jazz.
It all came back to me. The battle. Our retreat. Everything up until the blackness claimed me. The self-same bot had attacked me. Captured me. I tried to control the rapid whoosh of air through my vents. Tried to clampdown my fear. Whatever they were doing, it boded ill for me. I wouldn't talk though. No matter what they did. No matter how much the tortured me. They would have to rip the information from my processor. Suddenly though, it all came together for me, and I would have purged my tank had I been able. Information was not what they wanted from me.
"Nearly done." The one working on me said. There was anticipation in his voice. "Prime will enjoy breaking him, I do believe."
"His mind, I'm sure of it, Ratchet." Jazz laughed. "And breaking him in as well."
I could not help but shiver inside. Megatron would save me...He had to save me. I only hope he did so before it was too late. Time was ticking already, and it was growing short.
OoOoOo
It wasn't long before I was being herded down a long hallway, I craned my neck looking at the wall decorations, puzzling over what I was seeing until I realized with horrifying clarity just what I was looking at. Corpses' nailed to the walls. Grayed husks. I could have purged right there in the hallway, but somehow managed not to. I would have ran, but I knew I wouldn't get far, not when they merely had to order me to halt. I could have been screaming inside in protest, but my body would have still obeyed. I was lead into an audience chamber. It was as dark as the hall, as lushly appointed. It sickened me.
"Stay there." Jazz murmured, approaching the throne. I couldn't make out what was said. I am sure it was mostly conveyed through comm. I had done my best not to look at their Prime. Terror was quietly blossoming in my chest. My spark felt as though it was pounding against my chest. I had hoped to stay away from this Mech. As far as possible. He had destroyed the Crystal City. Toppled the Towers. I could not bare to look at him. Optronix. He was far from the librarian I remembered. A very far cry from the mech that tried to seduce me to his side. Optimus' face was hidden by the battle mask, but I did not have to see it to know he was grinning.