This is an idea from an rp with a friend. Set in animated.

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Slingshot was a mess. His wings were covered in gouges and scratches, energon running freely from the wounds. His frame was in no better shape. Scratches, dents and scraps covered almost every part of him, but between his orange thighs lay the worst damage.

The seekers had ambushed him while he was on patrol. He had little time to react as his flight was abruptly cut off. His landing was rough as he barely skimmed past the seekers. Though as he transformed they surrounded him, pressing their thrusters into his back.

"Well look what we have here! An wannabe seeker!" Slingshots temper flared to life causing him to thrash under the pedes keeping him down. It only served to remind him just how small he was compared to the seekers. He may have been able to take on one, but the whole lot of them? He was slagged, but he couldn't call his brothers. They would jab at him, along with others at the fact that he couldn't take on a few seekers.

"Get the slag away from me!" This only served to make the seekers laugh at him and dig their thrusters into his back harder.

"What is the little autobrat going to do, plead for mercy? Ask for help?" Their voices all sounded the same to him, all screechy and annoying. He tried once again to get out from under them, this time resulting in one of them picking him up by his neck.

"I think we should have some fun with the little wannabe, don't you?" The question was directed at Slingshot himself but all he could do was glare and snarl at the seeker holding him.

"Awe? Is he too scared to speak? Maybe he'll scream for us then!"

Slingshot had expected pain, he knew there was going to be pain, but even he didn't know the horrors the seekers intended to use him for.

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He could barely make it back to the aerialbots spacious quarters before he collapsed. His vocalizer spit static as he curled in on himself, folding his wings tight against his back.

"Hey! You're ba-! Could you not make it to the berth this time?" Air Raid jabbed as he walked closer to the bot on the floor. It only took a few steps for Air Raid to notice the growing puddle around Slingshot.

"What the slag? Slingshot what happened? Did you get into another fight with Ironhide?" Air Raid stomped over to the smaller bot, intent on getting him to focus on him, when a small, static filled cry stopped him. Slingshot had looked up at him, seeing the look of anger on his face and paniced. He scrambled away from him as fast as he could, backing himself into a corner of the room.

"What's going on? Why are you yelling Raid?" It was Fireflight who spoke as he stepped into the room. He took once glance at Air Raid before noticing the other occupant of the room.

"Slingshot? What happened?" Fireflight knew something was wrong with his brother the moment he laid his optics on him. Even when coming home from a fight he wouldn't be this way. He would gloat about how he'd won even if he had lost. The Slingshot in front of him was...

"Broken."

Fireflight spoke the word before he realized it, startling Air Raid and himself out of their daze. Turning to Air Riad, Fireflight asking him softly to go find the rest of their brothers, before he turned back to Slingshot.

He could see from where he stood that Slingshot was shaking, almost vibrating with fear as it corsed through his frame. Whatever had happened to him had broken him completely. With slow calculated steps, Fireflight made his way over to him.

"Hey, Slings, you're okay...Okay? You're alright now..." Fireflight didn't know what to do. He'd never seen his brother so...not his brother. It hurt his spark to see him this way. He slowly made his way to his brothers side, making sure that he could see him at all times.

"Slingshot?" Fireflight tried to get a response out of him once again only to receive silence. He moved to hug his brother when he caught sight of the drying energon between his brothers thighs. Fireflight was at a loss for words as tears welled up in his optics.

Air Raid choose that moment to run into the room followed by two very worried aerialbots. Skydive and Silverbolt immediately started making their way to their distraught brother, only to be stopped in their tracks by a startled cry. Slingshot had pressed himself as close to the wall as he could, his optics wide behind his cracked visor.

Fireflight was quick to stand, his tears staining his grey cheeks.

"H-he..." Fireflight stumbled over his words as he tried to form them. "H-he was...He was raped."

The last word was stated in a near whisper but to everyone but Slingshot, it sounded as if it was shouted.

Silverbolt was the first to speak, his voice strong despite the fact that his spark was clenching.

"Are you sure?" His voice was but a whisper in the large room. Fireflight nodded and if possible his sad look became sadder. Silverbolt turned his attention to the mech huddled in the corner, and this time, slowly made his way towards him. A whimper escaped him but other than that Slingshot made no other noise as Silverbold kneeled beside him.

"Slings? Can you hear me?" Silverbolt gently held out a servo in front of him before slowing touching his shoulder. Slingshots reaction was immediate. He launched himself at Silverbolts chest, pressing his face against it as a strangled sound escaped him. No one said a word after the sudden movement, instead they settled around their distressed brother in a group hug, offering as much comfort as they could.

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I hope you guys like this first chapter! There is more to come! Please review though! I plan on making this one my next story so please let me know what you think! Oh please oh please oh please do!