Authors Note: Sequel to 'Going Through Hell' though I've decided to change a little of it for this stories plot. You could read the first part, it might makes things a little easier to understand. The flashback will explain some things but not all.

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"Hurry up!"

"Quiet Sunny, I'm going as fast as I can!"

It's been a month since Sideswipe fully recovered from his stay with the Decepticons. Now he and Sunstreaker are back to their regular antics. They were currently making a paint rig in a hallway that is often used. Sideswipe was on top of a latter while Sunstreaker kept a look out. Sunstreaker stiffened when he heard footsteps coming their way.

"Sides, someone's coming," he said.

"Can you see who it is?"

"Uh no, wait yeah. It's Ironhide."

Sideswipe cursed. As he hurried to finish a sharp pain swept through his spark. It wasn't the usual feeling when Sunstreaker was hurt, or even when he was damaged in battle. In fact, he's never felt it before. He had no way of describing how the pain felt. He put a hand on his chest, pressing slightly, as if it would stop the pain.

Working with one hand, Sideswipe wasn't working as fast as Sunstreaker would have liked and he made sure to point it out.

"Stop messing around and finish already!" He hissed.

Sideswipe just grunted as he took his hand off his chest to work faster. But with only one thing left to do Ironhide came into view. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker stared at the mech like deer's in headlights. When he saw what they were up too he started running after them.

"Run!"

Sunstreaker bolted down the hallway. Sideswipe jumped off the latter and was right behind brother. After starting to run, the pain in his spark increased. He hissed and pressed his hand against his chest again. As they turned a corner he started to slow down and eventually came to a stop.

Sunstreaker noticed his brother wasn't behind him anymore and turned to see him hunched over in the middle of the hallway clutching his chest. He started walking back slowly, looking out for Ironhide who had to slow because the paint still fell on him. Before he could say a word, Sideswipe collapsed to the ground gasping.

Sunstreaker ran the rest of the distance between them and kneeled down beside him. He noticed his twin's hands digging into his chest, trying to get to his spark. Sunstreaker started to panic. He tried calling out to Sideswipe but got no answer just gasps filled with pain.

Ironhide came running up behind them, about to chew their afts out but stopped when he saw the scene. Sideswipe curled in on himself, nearly ripping his chest plate off, and Sunstreaker optics wide, scared, and trying to help his brother.

"What the slag happened?" Ironhide demanded.

"I don't know! He won't say anything," Sunstreaker yelled back frustrated. "Help me get him to the med bay!"

Ironhide was quick to react. He slid an arm underneath Sideswipe's legs and an arm around his back. He ran as fast as he could to the med bay while carrying the frontliner bridal style with Sunny hot on his trail.

Ratchet was going over reports from the recently injured from the last battle. There were no fatal injuries so the med bay was quiet. The only sound was him tapping away at the data pad and the steady hum of his pump.

Of course all silents have to be destroyed one way or another.

The doors to the med bay flew open and Sunstreaker and Ironhide, carrying Sideswipe, came rushing in. The yellow twin immediately shouted for Ratchet. The medic came stalking out of his office about to chew the wires off the mechs until he saw Sideswipe. He ordered the weapon specialist to set him on the table and put him under heavy sedation.

With Sideswipe sleeping not to peacefully, Ratchet started a diagnostics run and turned around as Ironhide started walking out.

"Don't. Even try." Ratchet said glaring. "Both of you sit and start explaining."

Sunstreaker looked at his twin, not paying attention only to receive a wrench to the head. "Slaggit Ratch. What was that for!"

"I'm not going to ask again. What happened?"

"Nothing, He just collapsed."

"Ironhide, your covered in blue paint. 'Nothing' didn't just happen. Now spill."

Ironhide sighed knowing he wasn't getting to wash the paint of any time soon so he started explaining what happened. When he was done explained Ratchet was mad. He was mad for multiple reasons. One; they lied to him about something that could end a bots life. Two; for all he knew there was nothing wrong with Sideswipes spark for him to be grabbing his chest in pain.

Before Ratchet could yell at their stupidness, the results from the scans he ran started

Beeping. When he checked the results he read the list out loud for Sunstreaker to hear knowing he'd want to know.

"Extremely low on energon, extremely low on energy, and-" Ratchet's optics widened. He couldn't believe what he was reading. He was fast to react. He hurried and hooked up two energon lines to Sideswipe. One of regular energon, and one of energon with supplements. As he was securing the lines Sunstreaker stood with worry sketched all over his face.

"Ratch, what's wrong?"

"He's sparked."

"Wha..what do you mean he's sparked!"

"I mean, there is a sparklings spark in his spark chamber with his. I don't know how much simpler I can say this."

Sunstreaker looked at his brother than back at Ratchet. Ironhide at a loss for words started heading for the door.

"Well, not that I don't care, I just really want to get this paint off 'fore it dries completely."

"Don't tell anyone until I say!" Ratchet yelled.

Ratchet looked back at Sunstreaker and then back to Sideswipe. In human standards the twins would be barely 18 years old. In Cybertronian standards, it's way too young to be having a sparkling. Ratchet surprised both himself and the yellow twin when he spoke his thoughts out loud.

"Four months. He went four months without knowing."

"Ratch-"

"How could you not know Sunny? Four fragging months!"

"We thought it just had to do with how long the bond was cut off! I mean whenever his spark was-" Sunstreaker immediately stopped talking knowing he said too much. Ratchet however didn't miss it. He narrowed his optics.

"Whenever his spark what Sunstreaker?"

Sunstreaker knew he wasn't getting out of it now. He sat on the berth he and Ironhide previously sat on.

"Well sometimes his spark would start stinging. It only happened once every few days I think."

Ratchet looked completely horrified.

"And you didn't bother to bring him here!"

"It never hurt him! If it did hurt him I would've dragged his aft here his audios!"

"Well it certainly hurt him now!"

Sunstreaker looked away. He did notice how Sideswipe was holding his chest more than he usually did and he didn't do anything. He should have done something the first sign something was wrong. How could he have been so stupid? All his thoughts turned to one thing.

"Who's the other creator?"

Ratchet's gaze hardened.

"Four months ago Sideswipe was still with the Decepticons. Which means something else happened back there that he didn't tell us."

The medic could see the anger rising in the twin. Knowing nothing good can come from an angry Lambo, Ratchet quickly led him to the door of the med bay.

"Get out! I have stuff to do and I don't need you messing things up!"

"But-"

"OUT!" With one final push the medic managed to get him out. Ratchet shook his head before walking back to the berth with Sideswipe on it.

Sideswipe slowly onlined. His spark still hurt but not as bad as he last remembered it. He immediately put his hand on his chest only to realize that there were multiple tubes he was hooked up to. He sat up getting ready to pull them out when the sound of someone clearing their throat was heard. Side's head shot up and he looked with wide optics at Ratchet.

"Don't you fragging think about taking those out."

"Ratch, I'm fine."

"To the pit your fine." Ratchet looked the mech up and down. Right now Sideswipe doesn't know and he is deciding which would be the best way to tell him. Walking over to the sitting mech, he leaned a hid on the side of the berth and crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you hiding Sideswipe."

The look on the red mechs face meant he had no idea what the medic was talking about. Ratchet looked down at the ground before speaking.

"The reason your spark was acting up was not from the strain put on the bond. Something happened back at the Decepticon ship that you're not telling us. And because you didn't tell us you went four months carrying a sparkling without any medical care."

Sideswipe stiffened. He finally realized what the mech was talking about. No he didn't know he was sparked but he should have paid closer attention to it. What the Decepticon did to him he would never forget and now things just got worse. Sideswipe lowered himself back on the berth and turning his back towards Ratchet.

Of course this only seemed to make Ratchet more curious.

"I have to know what happened."

"No."

Not taking that for an answer he pressed on. "Sideswipe-"

"I said no!" Sideswipe yelled. "I just want to go back to my room with Sunny!"

Knowing he was defeated, Ratchet pushed himself off the berth with a sigh. "Fine but your energon levels are still low. Recharge some more than next time you wake up you can go."

Sideswipe grumbled a 'whatever' before offlining his optics and going into recharge.

Sideswipe yelped as he was roughly pushed to the floor. He looked up at his capture with fear written across his face. The look the Decepticon had was scary enough to cause Ratchet to crawl under a rock. He attempted to crawl away but the hole in his leg shot pain up through his body at the movement causing him to gasp. Sideswipe propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at the con.

The withering Autobot sitting in front of him made him sick. How could something so weak have the right to live? He wanted to offline the red frontliner right there and then but he had other plans. He was going to make him suffer. He is going to make him wish he was never sparked.

He let out a menacing chuckle as Sideswipe struggled to hold himself up with his elbows. When the mech looked at him he smirked before pushing him back down with a foot. Once he was satisfied the Autobot wouldn't get up again he plopped himself down on the mech, straddling his waist.

Sideswipe winced and stiffened when the colorful Decepticon straddled his waist. How did he get in this mess? He shut off his optics as a grey faceplate came close to his and his vents hitched at the words that were said.

"I'm going to make you go through hell."

He felt rough hands travel down his frame and stop at a seam in his armor on his chest. He started trembling when the hands went in the seam and started pulling sensitive wires. Sideswipe let out an energon freezing scream as he tore some free. The scream however, only drove the mech further.

What did he do to deserve this? Sure he was a pain in the aft to a lot of the mechs back at base but this seems a little extreme for all the pranks he pulled. Less pressure on the wires being pulled brought him out of his thoughts and back to the much hated torture.

The hands traveled further down until they came to Sideswipe's hips. The con grinded his interface panel against the slightly smaller mech's. Sideswipe, using what little strength he had left, pushed up against the con. He started yelling and punching at the mech's armor. His yelling soon turned to screaming as blue servos grabbed his arms, pushing them down to his sides.

Suddenly Sideswipe found himself in a completely black room. He was the only one in the room, yet he still felt the hands hold his arms down. He continued to scream and trash.

"Sideswipe! It's okay Sideswipe, wake up!"

Sideswipe snapped his optics online still struggling. He wasn't in the black room anymore. He was in an orange one with someone still on top of him.

"Calm down slaggit!"

He grabbed onto the arms holding him down as his optics focused on the mech above him.

When Sideswipe finally realized it was Ratchet that was touching him he immediately calmed. Ratchet still had his hold on Sideswipe's upper arms as Sideswipe had his hands clutched around Ratchet's forearms. He stared at the medic, optics wide and breathing heavily. His grip tightened before he leaned forward just inches away from Ratchets face.

"I want Sunny." He said, voice hoarse from the screaming.

Ratchet nodded before letting go of the red twin's arms and started to unhook the machines he was attached to. After he gave him the supplements he needed for the sparkling, Ratchet let him leave. Other then the three that Sideswipe said, no words were spoken between the two.

Ratchet went into his room that was attached to the med bay, and sat on his berth. He sighed heavily as he put his head in his hands.

This was going to go wrong on so many levels.

Sideswipe slowly made his way to his room. Still slightly shaking from what happened in the med bay, he ignored every greeting and every stare he got from passing bots. He should have known. Why didn't he know? It would have been obvious to any other mech. Of course it would be him instead of anyone else. Sideswipe let out a sigh. He continued down the hall until, finally, he got to his room.

When the door opened Sunstreaker looked up from his spot on the couch. Sideswipe slowly made his way over to his brother and lied down with his head on Sunstreaker's lap.

Sunstreaker looked down at his brother. He looked tired, optics slightly dim and in place of his usual big cheeky grin was a small tired frown. Sunstreaker frowned at this.

"What's wrong?" he asked, "Other than the obvious."

Sideswipe sighed. He looked like he was debating whether or not to tell him. After a short silent couple of minutes, Sideswipe replied.

"Can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me anything. You know that," Sunstreaker said. He was a little confused why Sideswipe would ask that question when he already knew the answer.

"I don't want you to get mad, that's why I haven't told you," again Sideswipe sighed.

"Sides, I promise I won't get mad. Tell me, who is it?"

"Starscream."

Sunstreaker's optics flashed white. His grip on the datapad he was reading tightened, causing it to crack. His jaw tightened, keeping in all the curses he wanted to say. Of course it was that good for nothing seeker. He was going to offline him. Sunstreaker stood up, pushing his brother's head off of his lap. He started for the door when a hand grabbed his arm.

"Let. Go," he hissed.

"Sunstreaker, you promised…" Sunstreaker turned to look at his red twin. Optics white, he growled when the hand didn't let go.

"That seeker ruined you life Sideswipe! I'm not going to sit here will my brother carries a sparkling caused by him!"

"I don't care. I won't let you get slagged over something as stupid as this!"

"Stupid? How the hell is this 'stupid' Sideswipe? Because of that slag sucking seeker, you got sparked. You're never going to have a normal life!"

Sideswipe searched his twin's optics for anything to tell him that he wouldn't go. Finding nothing he tried to reason with him.

"I'll have Ratchet terminate it-"

Sunstreaker grabbed Sideswipe by his arms and brought his face inches from his own.

"You don't understand. It's too late…" Sunstreaker said in a soft voice. "It's too late." He repeated as if trying to find a lie in the truth. He looked at Sideswipe with sad optics.

"Don't worry bro, it'll be fine! Just don't go and get yourself slagged." Sideswipe gave Sunstreaker a lopsided grin as if to prove it.

Sunstreaker rolled his optics. No matter how much he wanted to go and slag the seeker, he knew he couldn't put Sideswipe in harm. He let go of the red mech and patted him on the shoulder, leading him to the door. When he tried to resist he slapped him in the back of the head.

"Stop resisting." He said, annoyed. "Before you ask, we're going to the rec. room."