Well, the story is here! I hope it's as popular as the first one! Now, my dear readers, I'm here to suggest to you: if you like X-Men Evolution, or Vampire Knight, or Pandora Hearts, I believe you would like an author by the penname of EasternWolf23. So, just...look at her stories, okay? If you want. Anyway, on with the story!
Full Summary- Twenty years after the Autobots left earth, they return for a visit and to see how everything/everyone is doing. Only to find rubble everywhere. The Freaks had carved their own place in the world, kicking the humans out of America and causing a war as they attempt to seize power. They attempt to build their kingdom, but an evil is rising. Rated T for safety.
Warning(s)-
Slash
Important OCs
Cursing
The same bitchy girl from the first story and the "Freaks" from last story
Possible (probable) gore
General teenage themes
Death and explosions
Dismemberment and robotic replacement limbs
Possible OOC-ness, but I'll try to keep that to a minimum
Is that all? I think so. If you don't like any of the above, kindly click the back button. Consider yourself warned.
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Disclaimer- I don't own Transformers Prime
Pain Is My Medication
Chapter 1
It'd been twenty long years since they'd lived on earth. Twenty years since the Autobots had left their human and freak friends and returned to Cybertron. Twenty years had passed, and the rebuilding of Cybertron was going along very well. Soundwave had been surprisingly helpful in the construction, and when his younglings had shown up, seemingly out of nowhere, they had eagerly complied with their creator's request to help build. Rumble and Frenzy were a handful, troublesome…perverted (especially in their seemingly endless fight to embarrass each other)...but they were the sweetest little things when they wanted to be. They cared about their creator, Lazerbeak, and each other. And they were possessive little fraggers, too. If you laid one hand on one of them without permission, the other was sure to attempt to kill you.
Rumble and Frenzy aside, Wheeljack had shown up with a bunch of Autobots, some whom had been gone for so very long. Such as Prowl, Grimlock, Swoop, First Aid, Hot Spot, Hoist, and Grapple. With their help, especially Grapple considering he was a perfectionist and made his partner go along with it, the buildings were soon replenished and beautiful, shining more brightly than any others had before. And Grapple was practically bursting with pride at the beauty of these small achievements. He'd known that all he needed was a chance! A chance to show the world his skill, and Hoist couldn't be any more supportive than he already was.
The relationship between the builder and the medic was…somewhat complex. Grapple was a little impulsive, naïve, even, and his head was usually in the clouds, while Hoist was more down to earth and practical. How the two of them had stayed together for so long, the others might never know. But the two were happy with each other and it was no one else's business but their own, as Arcee had said so many times when someone was bothering the two pacifists.
Then there was Hot Spot and First Aid. The two had lost their other three brothers and all they had left was each other, making them nearly inseparable. The same was true for Grimlock and Swoop, the poor deformed things.
And then Prowl. The former Autobot SIC had been overjoyed to see Jazz alive again. In fact, the head of Spec. Ops. had known Prowl would be landing before any other had. As soon as the rogue's ship had landed, and he walked off the ship, he had stopped dead to see Jazz standing there in all his glory, hands on his hips and a devilish smile on his face as he demanded, "What took you so long, Prowler?" Prowl, normally so composed, had been overcome with emotion and proceeded to crush his smaller mate to his chest, sobbing in relief and happiness. Jazz just grinned and patted his mate comfortingly on the back, that smart-aft look never leaving his facial features.
Meanwhile, despite all the joy brought back into their lives from friends long thought lost, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Smokescreen were greatly missing their friends on earth. Pit, even Ratchet would have flashes of memories and longing for earth every so often, or so his mates claimed.
So, that was why Optimus decided, after twenty years, that he could send his troops back to earth, just for a little visit. Arcee, Bulkhead, and Smokescreen were delighted outwardly, and Ratchet was inwardly, he was very good at hiding it though. Then a problem arose. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, stubborn overprotective slaggers that they were, refused to let Ratchet go without them. So, Optimus made an exception, and let the Twins join the journey to earth.
When the seven Autobots came through the space bridge left behind in their empty base on earth, they were expecting...a little more. But the place was completely run down, the only thing powered, barely, being the bridge they came through. The lights were all broken, the ground was cracked apart, leaving room for trees to grow, and all the glass in the building was shattered.
"What the Pit happened here?" Sideswipe asked aloud, asking the question that was indeed on everyone's mind. No one had any response to that. They thought that at least, maybe their fleshling friends would try to keep everything in top shape for when the Autobots maybe returned.
"The Space Bridge was not kept to top functional capacity. That is highly dangerous. Perhaps I should fix it so we can get back when need be," Ratchet began, pulling his tools out of subspace and setting to work. He glanced over his shoulder and continued, "The rest of you should spread out and find our friends. Maybe they have some insight as to what happened here while we were gone."
"Smokescreen and I will find Miko and Lae; I've still got Miko's number and can track it," Bulkhead said, tapping the side of his head with a big grin on his face plates. He was really excited to see Miko again, while Smokescreen was jumping up and down like a giddy youngling. He wanted to see how Lae was doing and how she'd grown because there was no possible way she was dead, even after all that rubble collapsed on her because Soundwave had saved her life and handed her over to those Freak doctors.
"Bee and I will head to the Darby household and see if we can find June, or Jack, or Raf," Arcee replied while Bumblebee whirrled and clicked an affirmative.
"We'll stay with Ratchet," the twins chorused, slag-eating grins on both of their face plates, as though they had some sinister ulterior motive for staying behind.
"No you're not! I need to get some actual work done and not have you two annoying the slag out of me or hovering like worried creators!"
"Worried bondmates," Sideswipe corrected with a cheeky grin.
Ratchet continued on as though Sideswipe hadn't spoken, "You two are going with another group. You've got more muscle and firepower than all of us here, and you would best be suited out there in case of Decepticon attacks. I fear that is the case of the destruction caused here."
This caused the others to look at each other worriedly, as though they had thought of this but had been hoping no one would voice it because it was so unlikely. The war was over! ...Right? With that disturbing thought, the other four Autobots collapsed into their alt. modes without delay and sped out of the base. The Twins stopped and each gave Ratchet a kiss on the cheek and scanned the alt. mode that Smokescreen had used before they too collapsed into their alt. modes and followed the other four 'bots.
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:Seriously what the slag happened here?: Sunstreaker asked over a comm. link as they drove along the cracked and shattered roads. Ever since they had gotten out of the base, all he saw was cracked roads and destroyed buildings. Not a car or fleshling in sight.
:I don't know: Arcee replied honestly and somewhat nervously. When they returned, she had expected everything to be pretty much the same. Jack, Miko, and Raf would still be in school, Jasper would still be alive, quiet, and peaceful. While the town was still quiet and peaceful, it was not alive. She knew it was slightly crazy to believe that nothing would have changed, but still...a femme could dream.
:I've got one of the old scanners up and running. They indicate that this damage was caused by several earthquakes in quick succession: Ratchet said, his voice coming through Sideswipe's radio.
:You don't think...no, they couldn't possibly have done this: Arcee said, and dismissed the thought almost as quickly as it had come.
:Lae and Miko would never do something like this!: Bulkhead snapped over the comm. Him and Smokescreen had split away from the other four some time ago, tracking Miko's cell phone signal back to the source, which was actually several thousand miles away in Oregon.
:You never know, Bulkhead. Lae is a loose cannon, and a diabolical mind. She resents the human race, and let's face it. Everything we're seeing right now looks like the work of the Freaks. Miko, as a Freak, would have no choice except to follow Lae's orders. So, she too might have had a hand in this destruction. It's not impossible!: Arcee snapped. She didn't want to believe it either, but what other reason could there be?
As Arcee, Bumblebee, and the Twins pulled up in front of the Darby household, they were suddenly swarmed by a group of humans in military uniform. "Step out of the vehicles and put your hands up!"
Unsure of what else to do, the Autobots transformed back into root mode, and put their hands above their heads, although Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were rather reluctant. The soldiers stared up at them in awe. However, one soldier was unfazed and stepped forward, glaring up at them with his hands on his hips. "You're the Autobots. So...you've finally returned. Boys, take 'em to Fowler."
There's chapter one of Pain Is My Medication, the sequel to Danger Is My Middle Name! How do you all like it? Review!