Warnings: abuse, rape, forced pregnancy, Death.

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Transformers.

Note: this is Prowl x Meister x Stepper X Ricochet. Jazz is a little sparkling that appears later.

Prowl grunted as the big mech up top him spasm again and unwanted warmth flooded his frame. His chains rattle along with his arms and armor from the force and exhaustion from continuous rounds of interfacing. His capturer did not care as the much heavier frame put all his weight on the Praxian's. Prowl weak from exhaustion and low fuel could not push him off but he stubbornly kept his arms straight, so he wouldn't be squished. He could do nothing bout his door wings though one was trap between him and Megatron.

While he waited Prowl looked between his arms to see if his middle had been damaged or to be more accurately to make sure that the growing sparklings had not been harmed. His stomach plating had been removed when his condition became more noticeable and now the unarmored area was sticking out firm and round.

Prowl however, was not so happy to see it. What should have been a happy moment instead was a growing nightmare the never seem to end. Starting with the day the war ended and he witness the death of a good friend and leader. It never entered his mind or predictions, but the war ended with quiet shock as Optimus Prime stared at the hole in his chest from a stray shot from non- other then Skywarp. It was like watching everything in slow motion as Prime fell to the ground with Ratchet and Ironhide running to catch him. Megatron too was shocked so shocked that he stood stock still watching his enemy slowly gray.

Prowl remembered calling for a retreat and somehow making it to his shared quarters with Jazz on will power alone. He remembered informing the others of Optimus's death and he remembers someone hitting him then another set of hands dragging him away. After that everything blurred until he felt that heavy chain clicks around his neck and the press of a gun behind his helm. Starscream's smug look as his trine carried a deathly silent Bluestreak who gave him beyond scared optics before disappearing.

Prowl remembered screaming his voice box into static as his little mech disappeared and he was forced to watch as Megatron crushed the spark of his beloved Jazz. The saboteur never once making a sound but glaring defiantly at his tormentor. Though the last look he gave was towards Prowl one full of love and sadness. Prowl didn't make a sound until the light from Jazz's visor dimmed and his frame was completely gray. He screamed and screamed until he lost his voice, but his spark continued where his frame couldn't.

Megatron backhanded him to shut him up and dragged him back his to chambers kicking and struggling. He was tossed on the tyrant's berth and as the larger mech loomed over him the gray warlord whisper harshly into his audio.

"If I can't have Prime underneath me you'll take his place until I tired of you."

From there it was pain and nothing but pain as the tyrant forced himself on the much smaller mech. Prowl fought when he could and Megatron found his futile efforts amusing, until Prowl managed a hit on the warlord's jaw. That's when his nightmare turned for the worse. After another session of being violated Megatron ordered Hook and Shockwave to enter his chambers. With them were two brightly glowing sparks in separate containers. Prowl had a sinking feeling in his tank as those sparks full of fear and so very familiar were set in front of his face.

"You have a choice Praxian." Megatron said with a sadistic grin. "here are two of your comrades I'm sure you can guess who just by their spark field. You have a chance to save them." he grabs Prowls chevron roughly yanking him up to face the still grinning warlord. "However, if you continue to fight me I will crushed them here and now and I keep crushing all your comrade's sparks until yours is the only one left." He drops Prowl back on the berth. "What's your choice Praxian?"

Prowl stared stoically hoping to wake from this nightmare of a recharge cycle expecting to see his stack of data pads and a smiling Jazz. But no, he wasn't in recharge the sting of being grabbed by his very sensitive door wing made sure of that.

"I'm getting impatient Praxian." Megatron said one hand dangerously tapping one of the containers.

He had no choice, not really, he knew that not all the Autobots had been captured but the image of them being hunted down only to be offline in front of him did not sit well with him. with a heavy spark he nodded and didn't fight when he was shoved roughly on his back and Hook and Shockwave started jacking into his systems. At first, he was confused until notices started popping up and horror at what they Con's were planning flooded his frame and field.

"Ah I see you figured it out." The gray mech said. "I guess your pervious rank was more then for show."

He stood at Prowls helm and watched as the door wingers spark casing was forced open. He had a mirror place, so Prowl could watch as the two sparks were placed in his chamber. The Praxian worked quickly so his frame did not reject the two. He felt his frame heat as old codes came to life. As he worked Megatron started boasting about his plans for him and the two sparks.

"Imagine my surprise when Shockwave came and told me about this little quirk of your frame type. Made me wish I hadn't glassed your city but ah hindsight. Then surprise surprise the famous terror twins were brought to my attention and heh heh well I had to have them. but they were loyal to that soft spark Prime. He couldn't use them to their full potential." He smiled down at the two sparks orbiting Prowls. "But now, now I'll have them, and the bonus is they won't remember who they were, and they will be loyal only to me." he patted Prowls stomach. "and thanks to you you'll give them to me by carrying them."

Prowl felt his frame close his chest plates, but he was too warm to care. He was still busy trying to force his frame to ready itself to carry what were full grown mechs sparks. He would be very lucky if the strain of carrying wouldn't kill all three of them. His attention was taken from his frame as Megatron flipped him over on his hands and knees.

"No time like the present. I bet your frame needs its first round of transfluid to help building my creations frames."

Prowl didn't have time to relax as he was assaulted again and again until he was left sore and bleeding. His gestation tank had open and allowed the fluid in and Prowl reluctantly allowed the beginnings of frame construction. The whole process was making him ill and in his spark chamber he felt the agreeing pulses from Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

It was when his frame started showing, a small bulge in his abdomen plating, that he was struck with tragedy again. His little mech, his Bluestreak had flung himself off the Elite Trines tower. Normally Cybertronians could walk away from anything but seekers liked high places and the Elite Trines was high enough that when Bluestreak jump he was killed instantly when he hit the ground. Starscream had come in ranting then smugly telling Prowl everything as Megatron thrust into his frame. The seeker had gotten too close to the berth so when the gray mech overloaded did Prowl leap off the berth and attack the scrambling seeker. Starscream had to be dragged out by his trine mates while Megatron pulled Prowl into his lap spike still buried in the Praxians valve laughing the entire time. That session was short, and Prowl had a short rest before Hook came back to strip him of his stomach plating.

Now Prowl was curled up on top of the berth that was his prison. The bulge was bigger and soon the twin sparks were set to drop into his gestation tank. Soft pulses from the sparks as if the two were trying to reassure the Praxian had Prowl huffing a laugh. Sometimes he could feel the twins that he knew in the pulses but other times it felt like whole new sparklings. It was too big to hope that the twins would still be Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, but as time went on he knew that what made Sideswipe and Sunstreaker would fade. He was all alone, and Prowl hated it.

He felt and heard that door hiss open and promptly turn away thinking that it was Megatron come back for more rounds in abusing his frame. His black and white plating dull, scuffed, and scratched beyond recognition thanks to the larger mech.

"I did not think that someone as strong willed as you would break so easily."

Prowl jerked then whirled around to see the owner of that familiar voice. He hadn't heard that voice in such a long time not since before Praxus fell. Standing in all his dark glory was his brother and partner Barricade.

"Barricade." Prowl said softy before he scowled. What was his brother doing here?

Barricade wasn't affected like others would be. "I didn't believe it when word reached me. I'm a little surprised. Thought you be sparked by the slippery fragger before you let the likes of Megatron near you." The dark and older Praxian sighs. "For what its worth I am sorry for you lost. Both of them."

Prowl snorted and sat crossed legged showing off his large middle. "They're not his no matter what he thinks. They would never be his."

Barricade raise an optic ridge but said nothing as he let himself in the room. He stared at the obvious carrying mech more then word of his brother's predicament reached him. He may have joined the opposite side and had taken more shots at his brother then any other con but he still cared in his own weird way. which was why he was here in risk of incurring Megatrons wrath.

"I can guess thought I really don't won't to." he said. "Can you stand?"

Prowl gave his brother a 'are you crazy look' as he rattle the chains on his arms and feet.

"right, but if you didn't have them could you stand? Walk or run?"

The black and white Praxian tilted his helm in thought both to the question and to Barricade. His brother was up to something and whether is would be detrimental to him or not Prowl nodded.

"I can force myself if I have to."

"good then get ready we'll have to run."

Prowl dim optics brighten when Barricade level a blaster at him, but it wasn't him that the con Praxian was aiming. The chains holding Prowl fell to the floor and Prowl had minutes to stare before he was yanked off the berth and dragged out of the room. Bright lights nearly blinded him as his sensor wings were assaulted with tons of feedback. Megatron's room had dampen everything leaving Prowl overly sensitive.

"You good." Barricade asks handing Prowl a cube of energon.

Prowl nodded after getting everything under control. He slowly drank his cube empty and he was still hungry but there was no time for more.

"Good." Barricades blaster whirled to lift once more. "Follow me and do get separated."

They didn't run though Prowl could tell that their slow pace made his brother nervous. but with low fuel levels and in the middle of his carrying Prowl couldn't go any faster. Luck was on their side though, there was no one about and the two Praxians made it out of the con base on Cybertron. Prowl blinked, his home looked so different then when he last saw it. Some buildings were still in ruins but there were more new buildings being built then not.

Barricade saw the look and laughed. "yeah but their just for show. Most of them are places where neutrals and captured bots go and are forcibly sparked. You would've ended up there if Megatron hadn't taken you for himself."

Prowl frown. "are- are there.

"I only care about you Prowl. I ain't risking my neck for a bunch of bots." Barricade growled. "Now you only have one chance to get out. if you get caught again I ain't helping you." He gave the black and white Praxian a shove. "You have five breems before that alarms start going off. Better get going brother."

Prowl gave his brother one last glance before taking a stumbling step forward. As he walked his steps became more stable before he broke into a run. As he ran he wished that he could use his t-cog, but he couldn't use what wasn't there anymore, so he had to settle for using his pedes.

Ducking and dodging in the shadows as seeker engines roar above him Prowl soon found himself near Wheeljacks old lab. Amazingly it was still in one piece and only had a few marks of failed break ends. Prowl knew of a backdoor that Wheeljack had when back during the war the Decepticons blocked entrance to his lab. It was a one time use entrance and thankfully Prowl found it unused. A few taps and he was inside safe for the moment.

He raided a small stash of energon sipping slowly so not to purge any. It's been too long since he felt his tanks full of fuel. He could still hear the engines of patrolling Decepticons outside, but he was so tired that recharge was sounding better and better. His frame demanded that he rest as his self-healing used the small amount of fuel to repair the small injures he had sustained and to reserve the rest of his power that went to the growing sparklings.

Prowl tucked himself in one corner out of sight of the doors his back facing outward. His door wings may be a bit damage, but they were still functional. He didn't stir when the building rattle he didn't stir when pieces began to fall around him, and he didn't stir when one of Wheeljacks long abandon inventions fell off the table and turned on. it started a count down and a mech size worm hole began to form. It pulled everything not nail down towards it including on deeply recharging Praxian. Prowl subconsciously curled in a defensive ball as he was swallowed by the worm hole just as the lab came crashing down on were he was just sleeping.

oOoOo

Megatron glared down at a trembling Starscream. His prize carrier and his sparklings had escape and no one had found them. then his foolish Second in Command started razing his city releasing more of his captured breeders. Having had enough of the seeker's failures Megatron didn't give him time to talk his way out of punishment. He shot the troublesome seeker then shot his two trine mates.

"I want every Decepticon to find my slave and my sparklings. Any who do get his job."

Barricade gave the pile of ash one look and backed away into the nearby shadows. it was time he disappeared and never surfaced. He did his one good deed and gave one last prayer to Primus to see that his brother was somewhere safe.

oOoOo

Prowl slowly woke to humming. It was soft and brought back memories that had long since been buried. Dim optics tried to find the source but found no mech or femme around. They did however saw the he was surround by large towering crystals. Prowl hoped that he was dreaming to be surrounded by the beautiful crystals of Praxus.

He touched on the nearest out cropping's and it hummed under his fingers. His movements echoed through the towers lulling Prowl back into recharge. He felt safe and at home. it was a wonderful memory to recharge in. outside of his haven the ruins of a once great city stood as sand crept its way up the cover any that it hadn't claimed. Shadows moved between the dunes tracking the new field that had suddenly appeared. The small groups homing in on Prowls location and all the while the Praxian was unaware of the new set of trouble he landed in.

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Chapter End.

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