Suffer As A Prime

Sequel to "Toxic Love". Taking away driving privileges works to discipline some bots. But for others, they need more persuasive means. - SS/OP/Ratch. BDSM. OP is very ooc. Surprises throughout the story but there's a big one at the end.

Don't skip to the end! Every time you ruin the ending Megatron kills a kitten.

P.S. Yes, I know in the Prime series Ratchet has his medical scanner located on the side of his arm, but for the sake of this story, it's handheld. Enjoy!

Smokescreen could feel his spark drop in his chest. Surely Optimus Prime had not just said…..

What punishment could he possibly have in mind? And—dear Primus—how long had he been listening on the comm?

Ratchet looked like he had just got infected by Cosmic Rust. Smokescreen was the first to speak. "So, doc bot, how long you think until Prime gets back?" Ratchet snapped out of his reverie. "Ah, well, considering that the Ground Bridge still needs repairs, his estimated time of arrival should be…." he typed in figures on the computer, "…...approximately 45 Earth minutes."

Smokescreen nodded. "That seems like enough time for us to prepare for—". Ratchet interrupted him. "We? As I recall, youngling, He specifically mentioned you. It was you that went off without telling any of us where you went. You got yourself caught by the Decepticons. You were experimented on! By the All Spark, Smokescreen, you could have been killed! And Primus knows what the Tox-O has done to your system."

Ratchet picked up the scanner he had dropped and waved it over the smaller bot. Smokescreen narrowed his eyes and stared at the ground. "I'm sorry, Ratchet. I never meant any of this to happen."

Ratchet's eyes softened a bit. "Yes, yes…..well, you'll really be sorry when Optimus gets a hold of you. It'll be more than a slap on the wrist this time, I can assure you." Satisfied with the results, he put away the scanner. "It doesn't look as if the poison did any irreversible damage. For now we have to get you patched up. Lay down here and I'll see what I can do."

For the next 20 minutes the doctor worked in silence cleaning up the mess the Cons—and he—had done on the young bot. Every once in a while Smokescreen would wince in pain as a weld was made in his armor. Ratchet wondered what exactly had gone on while he was on the Con's ship, but he knew now wasn't the best time for an interrogation. Suddenly, there was a loud clanging coming from the main generator. "What on Cybertron?" Ratchet sweared. The lights flickered once or twice, then went out completely, a low whir echoing as the motor died.

"Primus help me, what else could go wrong today? C'mon, hot shot, let's see if we can figure out what's happened to the generator." Turning on their headlights, they walked through the blacked out base. Ratchet stopped halfway down one of the hallways. Smoke was coming from behind a panel on the wall. "Ah, here looks to be the problem." Removing the heavy panel, he bent down to inspect the wires, then shook his head. "Hmm, that's strange….." "What is it?" Smokescreen asked, bending down as well.

"Look at where the wires have been cut. The ends are cauterized. I'm no weapons specialist, but I've patched up quite a few bots in my day, and I believe I know what—or who—cut them." He transformed one arm into his welder and began fusing the metal back together.

"Cons? There's no way they found the base." Hearing a loud bang, Smokescreen shot up and turned toward the sound. "What was that?"

Ratchet snickered, "Heh, not afraid of the dark, are you kid? It's just the rotors in the generator shifting. They'll start to settle when not in motion. Just relax a click, I've almost got this fixed."

"But Ratchet, the generator is that way, the way we came. The sound came from further down the hall." Giving an impatient sigh, the medic replied, "Well, if you're so worried, go check it out. I'll be here if you need backup."

The tone in Ratchet's voice made Smokescreen tense up. He probably thought he was hearing things. He clenched his fists and bit his glossa, not wanting to say anything he'd regret. Of course the doc didn't have much faith in him. None of the others Autobots did. Could he blame him after what a foolish decision he made? Worst of all, he knew Optimus was disappointed in him. That hurt more than anything the Decepticons could do .

He made a slow pace down the hall, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow, looking for any kind of movement. Once he thought he saw a light in one of the rooms, but it was still locked. No bot could have got in or out, so he quickly dismissed it as his optics playing tricks on him in the dark. He was almost to the end of the hall when he heard a scream. "Smokescreen!" It was Ratchet. He quickly ran back to where he had left the medic. "No! Doc, where are you?" Ratchet's welder was lying on the ground, still smoking. It had been cut off of his arm. There was no sign of him except for two drag marks leading into the darkness.

The blue mech transformed one of his arms into a cannon. Powering it up, he yelled into the blackness, "Who are you? Show yourself! Whoever you are, I can take you on with one servo tied behind my back!" As soon as he spoke, he could feel a tingling on the back of his neck. There was someone standing right behind him. How did they sneak up on him so quietly? He spun around and saw a huge form towering over him. A pair of blue optics was staring him down. There was a crackle of electricity, then a blinding white streak of pain jolting through his body before he fainted in a dead heap.

To Be Continued... :3