Okay… so, this is another kind of older fic that I started after seeing TF:DotM in theaters the second day it was out… I was a very confused person when this was started 'cause I never got to see RotF before the third movie. So if this seems a little out of order, just PM or Review me and I'll fix it. This will be a slow to update fic, just letting everyone know beforehand. I had the groove for a while and then my muses abandoned me (IE, my muses are named Megatron, Optimus Jazz, Starscream, Bee, and Soundwave. This was within very bad taste on my part but I couldn't help it.)

Any-hoo… ON WITH THE STORY!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, Hasbro does. But I do own Monarch, Prince, and Ratch

Chapter 1

A single, bright cerulean optic stared up at the mangled remains of the once one of the many beautiful buildings that covered the landscapes. Scowling at the Decepticons that dotted the rickety steps and crumbling pillars, the Autobot stopped at the base of the flight of steps.

"Princess, welcome home." Optic snapping up to the silver Cybertronian Jet Fighter, the silver, red, black, and blue Autobot glowered at the Decepticon that had addressed him, the Seeker giving him a mock and over exaggerated bow.

"Where is he, Starscream?" Starscream frowned at the hostile tone from the smaller Mech, glaring down at the youngling as he stood at the base of the stairs. The boy may be the child of his master, but even his fellow Seekers knew that he wouldn't tolerate disrespect.

"Now, Princess, your father taught you better manners than that." Glaring daggers at the second-in-command, the Autobot took the first step up the flight, watching how Thundercracker, Acid Storm, Skywarp, and Sunstorm all jumped forward into battle formation. Leisurely looking past the ring of Seekers, the Mech locked his blue optic with a pair of red optics.

"You should hold your pets on a tighter leash, Megatron." The large Decepticon master stepped out from behind the remaining pillars that had managed to stay standing. A cruel smile spread across his dark features, causing the young Autobot warrior to question his father's decision to spark-bond with the monster that had destroyed their home.

"Perhaps. But Princess, that is not why you have returned here, is it?" Frowning as even his own father refused to call him by his given name, the Mech took another step closer, ignoring the sound of weapons being unsheathed.

"I would think you would call me by my name. Guess I was mistaken, Father." Sauntering down the stairway, Megatron waved down his warriors as he approached his son. Grasping the younglings shoulder, Megatron pulled the young 'bot along behind him.

"Now, Princess, why do you insist upon keeping the name 'Monarch'? You know how much it upsets Soundwave to have to call you by the name Prime gave you." Wrenching his arm from Megatron's iron grasp, Monarch stopped in the warzone of a corridor, his optic cast down to the rubble on the floor.

"I didn't come for pleasantries, Father." Megatron slowed to a halt a few paces before Monarch, tilting his head to the side to glance at the Mech. The young Mech was the perfect mixture of himself and Optimus, all the way down to his mismatched optics, though his height was something left to be desired. The boy may be from the Prime Dynasty, but he was no taller than the average scout.

"You came to make a deal, correct?" Nodding, Monarch stole a glance up at the former Lord High Protector. He may have once had a handsome face, but Monarch couldn't see past the mask of death and destruction to see it. "And what is it you want?"

"Let the Autobots leave Cybertron. Let all of them leave. Alive." A grim frown worked its way over Megatron's features. That was something he most certainly didn't want to do. The Autobots were the ones who had stolen the AllSpark from him, Optimus Prime being the one who had cast it off into the depths of space in a random direction.

Besides, he had already met with Sentinel Prime for a few moments, the Prime proposing a deal with him as well. Though, the deal Sentinel had made sounded much better than the one his son was putting forth on the table. Bringing back Cybertron sounded much better than going to a rural planet in a far off galaxy that they had little to no knowledge of.

"And what is it that you offer in return, Princess?" Clenching his fist for a moment, Monarch bowed his head as he released a sigh of resignation. Dropping to his knees, Monarch placed his head to the ground. He knew that it would come to this, his father may have become a cold-hearted killer, but he still enjoyed the feeling of having a higher being bow his head in defeat. That, and Soundwave had a more than unhealthy obsession with the small Prime.

"I will give to you whatever is within my power to give, Lord Megatron." Looking down at the stooped form of Monarch, Megatron gave a low, almost a purr-like, rumble of laughter.

Jerking at the unfamiliar sound invading his ears, Monarch transferred his gaze from the dirt floor to Megatron's shaking form. Jumping when the disturbing sound ceased almost as quickly as it had started, Monarch slammed his gawk back to the suddenly very interesting patterns in the exceedingly close grains of sand. He didn't need to be found snooping.

"That's rich, Princess, absolutely rich. I accept your offer. The Autobots are free to leave Cybertron, but you shall stay here with me, Princess. The Autobots have the next 24 hours to remove themselves from Cybertron or my Decepticons will obliterate each and every one of them." Stepping over to his son, Megatron's crimson optics shone with a sadistic glow. Oh, he was going to enjoy watching one of the most praised Dynasties suffer at his minions' hands.

"Now, Princess, raise your head and look at me." Swallowing thickly around the lump stuck in his throat, Monarch raised his head from the floor, keeping his optic averted from his new master's face. He was throwing away his future for his cause and for the Autobots, for the others who believed in freedom, he didn't need to throw away his life and smash the deal to pieces in the first three seconds.

Snarling when he caught sight of a single, blue optic, Megatron lashed out at Monarch, smashing his foot into the left side of the Mech's head. He didn't want to see the Sparkling that had chosen to join the Autobots; he wanted to see the Decepticon he knew hid just under the surface, a being that was barely contained by a single layer of metal.

Groaning as his vision wavered from the blow, Monarch remained limp on the stone floor, taking notice to the warnings blaring through his systems, of the energon that now leaked from his head and split lip. He forgot about that reaction to his blue optic. Megatron hated the fact that Primus created him with both colors from his parents. He hated the blue and red that covered his armor, and lashed out at his left optic.

"Open it! Open your right optic!" Spitting out the energon filling his mouth, Monarch coughed as he cleared his throat, his vocal processor coming back online after the ambush to his head. Rolling to his hands and knees, Monarch bowed his head as he closed his eye, knowing that his father would lash out at the answer he was going to receive.

"I… Can't; milord." Flinching at the sound of Megatron's growl of fury, Monarch bowed his head in fear of losing it this time. He could already feel his systems repairing what they could on his jaw and temple, allowing his processors to continue functioning as he groveled.

Wrenching Monarch's head up to face his, Megatron looked at the boy's right optic, noting how the metal was welded shut in a crooked 'X' shape.

"Who did this!" It wasn't a question. It was a growl of anger and a promise of revenge. Opening his working optic, Monarch wetted his lips, a nervous habit that he had been unable to break over his small involvement in the war.

"It happened during a raid. No one is sure who is at fault for it." Staring at Soundwave, who was fruitlessly trying to remain hidden behind one of the columns, Monarch continued. He knew that he probably shouldn't tell his father about how he had Ratch patch up his wound, but he had a feeling that Megatron would just demand them anyway. "I told the Medic to patch it up quickly so he could get back to the other wounded."

Megatron stared to the hastily patched wound from several months ago. He had sent out and been among that wave of warriors himself. Running the sharp claw of his servo down the rough metal of the optic's shutter, Megatron watched how Monarch reacted to the potentially dangerous touch to the sensitive area. Shivers wrecked the Mech's body, terror causing his self-preservation systems trying to overload his logical processor. Glancing back at Soundwave, Monarch released a shuttering breath as he tried to calm his nerves. He needed to say something before he was unable to warn the Autobots of the Con's plans to annihilate them if they weren't gone from Cybertron soon.

"My lord. If you indeed want the Autobots off Cybertron, I need to go and inform them." Gasping when his Creator dug his claws into his face, Monarch bit back the chirps and whines that wanted to escape his vocals. Primus it hurt! Now he knew why he was taught to attack a Mech's face if he was within reach.

"You will ask permission to speak. Understood?" Wincing when he was bodily shook, Monarch nodded as best he could with the deadly weapons attached to Megatron's hands in his face, silently praying that he would survive for more than the next vorn. He was too young to die yet.

"Now, be gone. Take Soundwave and Starscream with you. I want them off this planet before sun-up tomorrow." Releasing the Mech's face, Megatron stood, turning his back on the new member of his ranks as he went back to his throne. He knew that he didn't have to worry about an assassination attempt from his own sparkling; Monarch wasn't crazy enough to try and kill him in the middle of the Decepticon's territory.

"Yes, Lord Megatron." Monarch bowed again as he was dismissed. Now he had to hunt down Starscream, who was probably just inside the building, and collect Soundwave before they whisked him off of Cybertron to chase after the AllSpark. Sighing, Monarch waved over to Soundwave, silently grasping the older Mech's attention before he could start to follow Megatron.

"Soundwave. You and Starscream are to accompany me into Autobot territory." Glancing back to the retreating form of his Creator, Monarch touched the wounds on his face plates, wincing when he touched a particularly sensitive part a little too hard. Megatron had done quite a number to the sensors that littered his face. Again. Not that the mech knew how many time he had done so to his offspring.

Nodding, Soundwave touched the leaking injuries as well, wiping the spilt energon from Monarch's face to better see the extent of the gouges the Decepticon leader had inflicted on the youngling. Grimacing when Soundwave unintentionally irritated the wounds, Monarch pulled away from the Communications Commander's questioning servos. He didn't have the time to worry about flesh wounds. His main concern was to get his fellow Autobots off Cybertron by any means necessary.

"Leave it. They're only flesh wounds anyway." Batting away the insistent hands that reached for his face, Monarch glared at Soundwave as the mech moved to restrain his hands so he could better look at the injuries without Monarch interrupting his inspection.

Hissing when Soundwave touched the opened wound, Monarch resisted the urge to hit the TIC with his fist. That would be bad for his image among the Decepticons if he were to strike a higher ranking officer like Soundwave. He would have to grit his denta and bare it until he found a loop hole.

This was going to be a long servitude.