The Prize

Megatron has been defeated and the Decepticons are at the mercy of the Autobots. However payment is required for the sins committed by the despicable Decepticons. A payment in the form of Skywarp, however when hidden pasts are revealed of neglect and abuse will the Decepticon find it in his spark to love?

After the fall of Megatron the Decepticons are at the mercy of the Autobots. Yet payment is required for their sins.A payment in the form of Skywarp, however when hidden pasts are revealed of neglect and abuse will he find love in his spark? R&R

AN: First transformer fic so reads and reviews are appreciated. Enjoy!
Warning: Slash and Thundercracker bashing.

Skywarp, contradictory to the emotionless façade that the Decepticons were so proud of maintaining often reflected back to his childhood. His allies, not friends turned to the side of Megatron by free will. All be it they chose to join him due to wrongdoings or a little thing called destiny but they had a choice. Always a choice.

Skywarp never had been able to determine the path to tread. First his carrier had chosen Thundercracker to be his Master. He wondered what could have brought a mother to give up her sparkling to a man who was widely famed for his atrocious temper and violent manner. Were credits so precious that the forsaken sparkling was forgotten? Countless nights were spent, gently hovering and observing constellations wishing for a family.

Instead he was rewarded with beating that long scratches on his chassis which a processor could only whir to imagine the pain. His wiring was finally a tangled mess warping into painful knots behind the eyes of the fellow force. He couldn't show pain. If life taught Skywarp one thing it was that he could never trust anyone.

The violet colours splayed across revealing slender limbs that made him so swift in flight were painted by him. The upgrades that protected him from those blasted bots were endured and created by him. His spark had been closed for so long that the seeker forgot that he even had one.

Electric blue paint inched pass the metal narrow doorway and the cycle seemed to pass slower as the unforgiving sight revealed itself to the slender seeker. A face plate covered the features of the other Decepticon and his spark stuttered in its pulse. Fans whirred in panic at his misguided hypothesis that the present looming Thundercracker had his spark crushed in battle. Yet the being of the frightening seeker glared at him through fiery red optics.

"Have you forgotten your place?" a rough voice came from his voice box causing memories of Skywarp's training to race back to him. Entirely out of instinct he dropped his knees.

"Master" he muttered in a soft tone with a low submissive voice he had much too easily consented to.

The wounds that had been inflicted on his frame from the more powerful figure above him seemed to burn and the nerves inside his wiring raced within the aluminium frame as a shadow drew upon him. A hand stretched from the blue form and it took a great amount of control from Skywarp not to flinch even when the bot surprisingly delivered a comforting caress on his head plate.

Suddenly those gentle hands grabbed at the fragile wires located at the nape of his neck in which his plating separated causing indiscernible pain to combust within him. Letting out only a pathetic squeak klicks later he opened his optics finding that this method of action was flawed in hiding him from the beating that was to come.

However when he opened his eyes he found himself in the feared throne room of Megatron in which the floors shimmered with the metals from his home planet and the large space rippled with the air dispelling from not only his air vents but his captor behind him.

Rumbling of a jet sounded above. However the noise was too loud for a seeker. It must have been an upgrade jet pack. Who would have… Optimus Prime! Skywarp looked up to the scary red optics almost pleading with his own optics to escape before he came. Thundercracker only gave him a quick slap to the face in which sparks exploded from the friction.

Crash! The broken body of Megatron embedded itself into the beloved room of the fallen. The ironic burial of the Decepticon leader. Cringing at the sight of the Autobots leader lowering himself through the new hole in the chasm with superior grace he simply watched the scene unfold before his eyes. The Autobot magnified his blue optics onto him and he lowered his optics as instructed many solar cycles ago.

"Freedom is the right of all sentient beings" he boomed the acoustics of the hall favouring his voice, "However I require a payment for the crimes against Cybertron you have committed."

"You have him!" Thundercracker growled out in a mixture of awe and disgusts. He threw me onto the floor allowing the rotten metal to tear my frame. Pain welled up until the logical side of my processor kicked in. Then I realized.

I was the compensation

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