Hey people, Rai Finnigan here with a new Transformers fanfiction. This one takes place in the Prime universe and features my OC Bass. Many of you will recognize him from my Dropping the Bass Beat story. For those of you who haven't read that one I will give you a short bio for him; Bass is the son of Megatron and Starscream who was sent by Megatron to be experimented on by Shockwave. From there he was rescued by Autobots and raised by Prowl and Jazz. He is a double former with a F-15 Eagle jet form and a Bugatti Veyron vehicle form. Anyway, enough of my rambling, please enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Bass
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BassXSmokescreen Song Remix Chapter 1
Citizen Soldier-3 Doors Down
"Hope and pray that you never need me,
But rest assured I will not let you down."
"Some cover fire would be really great right about now."
"I'm working on it! I'm under fire too, ya know!"
Bass grumbled to himself as he leapt behind a rock formation to his right. The young seeker knew that Smokescreen and Bumblebee needed help but there wasn't much he could do about it. He was pinned down himself.
Bright red optics glanced around the rocks, trying to catch sight of his two team mates. Ah ha, there they were. Pinned down just as the seeker was, and the Vehicons were closing in quickly. If Bass didn't act quickly they could be in serious trouble.
'Alright, if I can just distract a few of them it should open up a few shoots.' The young seeker growled softly to himself before jumping up and transforming mid-air. The sleek black and silver F-15 Eagle shoot off from behind the rock formation and straight into the Decepticon's line of sight.
"Bass!? What are you doing!?"
"Giving you and Bee an opening!"
Smokescreen shook his helm, chuckling softly. If this worked and they all got out of here alive, he was going to owe the young seeker big time.
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Love Sucks-Blood on the Dance Floor
"So wipe away those vampire tears,
And make yourself disappear!"
A screaming match was not the first thing the children thought they'd hear upon arriving at the Autobot base. The kids quickly got out of their guardian's alt modes in time to see a wrench make contact with Smokescreen's helm.
"Ow! Come on! I said I was sorry! What more do you want!?"
"For you to shut up!"
"Bass! I needed that!"
"What's going on?"
Ratchet glanced over to the three humans standing on the catwalk, staring at him with wide, curious eyes.
"I'm not really sure, but this has been going on for a while now and I'm trying to-Hey! No!" The medic quickly leapt forward and grabbed another wrench out of Bass' servo. "Stop throwing my tools."
Bass grumbled to himself as he continued to glare at Smokescreen, red optics bright.
"Hey…um…Bass?"
Red optics locked onto Raf, quickly losing their malice.
"Yes Raf?"
"What's wrong?"
"He keeps comparing me to all his past berth mates." Bass snarled, baring his sharp denta.
"And I said-"
"Shut up! You're lucky we're on the same side or I'd blast your head off."
Bass quickly stormed past the white and blue mech, heels clicking loudly throughout the base. Smokescreen sighed softly, rubbing the dent in his helm.
"Being in love sucks."
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I'm Just A Kid-Simple Plan
"Everyone's go somewhere to go,
And they're gonna leave me here on my own."
The base was calm, only the soft whirring of machines and Cybertronian systems present to fill the silence. Most of the members of Team Prime were deep in recharge. Most, but not all.
Smokescreen grumbled, tossing and turning on his berth. The white and blue mech couldn't fall into recharge, something was missing. The Elite Guard trainee slowly and silently made his way out of the room. He had a feeling that his missing piece was still out in the main room of the base. Smokescreen stepped around the corner, peds surprisingly silent for once. And sure enough, there was Bass, sitting on the floor near the main computer reading a data pad.
"Bass."
The young seeker didn't glance up, far too absorbed in his data pad.
Smokescreen sighed and silently stepped up to the smaller mech on the floor. He didn't care how interesting the story was, he wasn't going to recharge alone again tonight. The white and blue mech crouched down until he was optic level with his younger lover. Well…optic level if Bass would just look up from that Primus forsaken data pad.
"Surely whatever you're reading can't be more interesting than me."
Finally red optics glanced up over the edge of the data pad to lock onto Smokescreen's blue ones.
"Hmm…no. It's not really all that interesting actually."
"What are you even reading?" Smokescreen asked softly, tilting the data pad down so he could see the screen. "Um…Bass?"
"Hm?"
"It's not even on, babe."
"I know. That's why it's not interesting."
"Alright, what's wrong?"
The young seeker's vents huffed out a sigh. Bright red optics off lined as Bass tilted his helm back.
"I'm just…I'm sick of being left at the base when the others go out and do something with the kids. It gets boring."
Smokescreen blinked rapidly. He had no clue Bass felt that way. The white and blue mech leaned forward, placing a quick kiss to the crest on the young seekers helm.
"Tell you what, tomorrow we'll go for a long drive. Just me and you. How does that sound?"
Bass smiled softly, onlineing his optics to look at his lover.
"Sounds wonderful."
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Lovestruck-Blood on the Dance Floor
"You are my everything,
You taught me how to sing."
"So…is it true?"
"Is what true, Bulkhead?"
"That you're dating the new guy."
Bass glared at the large green ex-wrecker over the edge of the data pad he was reading from. One slender brow plate rose at Bulkhead's question.
"And what does it matter? I don't see how it's any of your business." Bass snapped before looking back at the data pad.
"I'm just watching out for ya, kiddo. We don't know a whole lot about him."
"I know enough to trust him, Bulkhead. And I can take care of myself."
The large mech opened his mouth to reply when Smokescreen suddenly drove in, returning from patrol. Bulkhead blinked in surprise as Bass started smiling from behind his data pad as the former Elite Guard trainee made his way over to the young seeker. The white and blue mech sat down next to Bass, servos gently running over the smaller mech's wings. The young seeker leaned against Smokescreen, humming softly. Smokescreen smiled and placed a soft kiss to the crest on Bass' helm.
"Hey, Hun. Have fun without me?" Smokescreen asked as he nuzzled the young seeker.
"Of course not, I was bored out of my processor." Bass replied sarcastically.
"I knew it."
Bulkhead smiled as he turned away from the couple. Okay, he was mech enough to realize when he was wrong about something and he was defiantly wrong about them.
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Leave Out All The Rest-Linkin Park
"I'm strong on the surface,
Not all the way through."
The sounds of battle ran through his audio. Freshly spilled energon coated the ground underneath his peds. After so long of wishing to join in combat, now he wished it would all stop. He was no gentle mech, not by a long shot, but even he could see this was no better than slaughter.
"Heads up! We got Starscream coming in!"
Smokescreen glanced up as he heard Bulkhead shout the warning. Sure enough, there was the slim form of the silver jet, circling overhead. Smokescreen silently raised his weapon, preparing to blast the seeker out of the sky, when suddenly another jet joined the first. The white and blue mech blinked in surprise. What was Bass doing? And why weren't they firing at each other?
Almost as one, like they had used some secret signal, the two jets transformed into their root modes. Two pair of optics locked onto each other, turbines softly humming.
"Bass." Starscream spoke softly, wings twitching slightly.
"Starscream." The younger seeker returned just as softly.
"Well? I'm open."
"And you know I can't shoot you."
Smokescreen cautiously made his way over to Bulkhead, taking out random Vehicons on the way.
"Hey Bulk, what's up with that?" He asked, pointing at the two seekers.
"Every time they meet, they can't fight each other. Bass just can't fire at Starscream."
"And why not?"
"He's not strong enough. I can't say more. Maybe he'll tell you one day."
Smokescreen grumbled to himself and looked back at the seekers who were slowly circling each other, speaking in the language of the seekers. Oh well, he couldn't worry about that now, they had a war to fight.
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Pages-3 Doors Down
"Maybe your life's not perfect
But maybe it's not worth what he gives away."
The base was bursting with noise and activity as the bots and humans laughed and talked. They were celebrating another victory over the Decepticons and the fact that they were able to injure Megatron, Soundwave, and Starscream. With their top three out of commission the 'Cons wouldn't be doing much of anything for a while.
Smokescreen stood between Bulkhead and Bumblebee, laughing at the other's antics, telling stories of each of their personal achievements in the battle. The white and blue mech quickly scanned the room, looking for a familiar seeker. There he was; smiling and…sneaking out of the room? What in the All Spark? Smokescreen gently untangled himself from the other two mechs and silently followed after the young seeker.
Bass sighed softly to himself as he stepped out from the base. He needed to get away from all the noise, if only for a little while. It wasn't that he wasn't happy that they had won the battle, it's just watching his Carrier and Sire get hurt bothered him. He couldn't celebrate that. Bass glanced up at the sky, wings tense and twitching. He hoped his creators were okay.
Smokescreen glanced around the entry to the base, optics locking onto the young seeker. Why did he look so upset? Shouldn't he be happy? They won!
"I know you're there, Smokescreen."
The white and blue mech jumped, Bass' voice pulling him from his thoughts. Smokescreen smiled sheepishly and walked up to the young seeker's side.
"Sorry…I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You left right in the middle of a party. That's not like you."
Bass gazed at him silently, wings nearly still.
"I wonder…if you knew of my reason if you would think of any less of me."
"You never know until you try, right?"
Bass quickly looked away again, bright red optics locked onto the stars, the sky, the open space around them. Anywhere but Smokescreen's too bright, too trusting optics.
"Two mechs I care for were injured today, that's why I'm upset."
"Two mechs? But all the Autobots are fine, only minor scratches."
The black and silver seeker stayed silent, entire frame tense once more.
"…You're talking about the 'Cons, aren't you? Which ones?"
Bass off lined his optics and turned away from Smokescreen. 'Well,' he thought to himself, 'Here goes nothing.'
"My Carrier and Sire."
Blue optics widened, processor barely believing what he heard. Bass, the mech Smokescreen slowly found himself falling helm over peds for, was the offspring of Decepticons.
"Who?"
"…Megatron and Starscream."
Okay, so not only where his creators Decepticons, but they were the Leader and Second in Command of the 'Cons. Smokescreen stayed silent, taking his time to think this through. Did any of this information change the way Smokescreen felt about the young seeker? Did his spark spin rapidly when Bass was near and would it continue to do so? Could he see himself spending the rest of his function by the seeker's side? Did he eventually want to bond with Bass and have sparklings of their own? Smokescreen could answer those questions without hesitation. He loved the young seeker and nothing could change that.
Bass jumped, startled, as he was pulled into an embrace.
"S-Smokescreen?"
"So your parents are the leaders of the Decepticons. So you've probably had a hard life because of that. I don't care. This doesn't change anything. You're still Bass, and always will be."
Bass smiled softly, burying his face in Smokescreen's neck.
"Thank you."
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Nymphetamine-Cradle of Filth
"Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, a vampyric addiction."
He could feel it within himself every time he entered battle. It would start as a small twinge deep in his processor. The young seeker would do his best to ignore it, it would do him no good to give into the want, the need. As the battle continued on, however, it would evolve from a twinge into a burn that threatened to overwhelm him. It was one of the few times Bass hated having a seeker creator. The seeker bloodlust was legendary, though many older seekers could control it easily. Bass, however, was nowhere near as lucky. The young seeker could only hope he could control it and not do anything he would later come to regret.
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Three Evils-Coheed and Cambria
"Think of all the things we put him through,
In the face of his God would he tell the truth?"
The clang of metal on metal rang throughout the small interrogation room.
"Sir, if you keep going at this pace he'll slip into status."
Megatron growled at Knock Out before turning back to his captive.
Smokescreen glared at the Decepticon Lord, one optics cracked and leaking energon. He wasn't sure how long he had been there but he knew if he didn't get rescued soon, he wouldn't make it.
Megatron leaded closer to the chained up white and blue mech, optics blazing.
"Tell me where the Autobot base is!"
The Elite Guard trainee off lined his functioning optic, feeling a pull on his spark. There was his rescue, right on time. Smokescreen onlined his optic and smirked up at Megatron.
"Make me."
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Caught Like A Fly-Falling In Reverse
"You have left my heart black and blue,
Just like your father did to you."
This was not how he wanted this to end. He had wanted a clean break, as painless as possible. But of course, things could never go the way he planned. Smokescreen sighed softly as he glanced over towards the corner of the room where Bass was talking to Ratchet. The white and blue mech knew they were discussing his words and actions, the medic keep shooting glares his way. He hadn't meant to break the seeker's spark. It was the last thing Smokescreen wanted.
Bass glanced over at the white and blue mech that had broken his spark. The young seeker understood Smokescreen's reason but that didn't make it any easier. All Bass could do was suck it up and hope it would all work out in the end.
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The Humbling River-Puscifer
"The hands of many must join as one
And together we'll cross the river."
They were foolish, the whole lot of him. He didn't want to believe it but it was true. Why couldn't they see that they had a common enemy? If they teamed up they could easily put a stop to M.E.C.H. before they did any more damage.
Bass grumbled to himself from his spot on the medical berth. M.E.C.H. had nearly caught him but the seeker had managed to get away, losing a wing or two in the process. The black and silver mech glared over at the Autobot Leader who gazed calmly back.
"What is bothering you, Bass?"
"If we teamed up with the Decepticons we could stop M.E.C.H.."
"The Decepticons would not attempt to spare their lives."
"We might be able to talk them into it."
"I doubt it." Optimus mumbled as he walked over to the control console, ending the conversation.
Bass sighed and glared at the ceiling of the silo, remaining wings tense. The young seeker knew they must join together as one or they could all fall under M.E.C.H..
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Well, that's that. My first Transformers Prime fanfiction. I'm not really sure how I feel about this one. My MP3 clearly doesn't like me very much, apparently. I didn't get a whole lot of good songs this time around. Oh well. Feel free to leave a review if you would like, I would greatly appreciate it.
Rai Finnigan