A/N: Hey my readers I bring you a new story while you're waiting for the updates to the others. Please, if you have any ideas for those others, review. I have major writer's block for them and I'm having stomach issues. They say I'm producing too much stomach acid and that gets into my intestines and eats away at the tissues. But I think there is more than that. So hope you enjoy this new story.

Bumblebee/com. link/video/dream/flashbacks

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Main Parings:

ex MegatronxTerminus

Child(s): Smokescreen

forced RatchetxMegatron

Knock OutxBreakdown

Child(s): Tracks

OptimusxUltra Magnus

Child(s):

StarscreamxArcee

Child(s):

BulkheadxWheeljack

Child(s):

BumblebeexSmokescreen

Child(s):

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, blood, some gore (maybe), fluff, sparking, mpreg, kissing, mechs (and femme) changing, mentions of interfacing and rape, sadness, depression, and anything else I forgot. And AU mostly. Don't know when this should take place but let's say Breakdown is never killed. Smokescreen is there and no Darkmount or Omega Keys (for now). Ultra Magnus appears soon. Wheeljack stays when he hears Ratchet is taken.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters. Nor do I own any songs that I may or may not use. Depends on what the plot bunnies think.


He didn't know what he was thinking. It all happened because of one simple phrase, one request. Now his life is changing, not sure if it's for the best. Thoughts of every possibility ran wild. It started months ago.

~~~000

Ratchet typed away at the computer, writing reports and filing them away. The day was slow now that the children had gone home mere hours ago. Ratchet checked the time, sighing when he saw that it was the next day so soon. The medic closed out his work and waited patiently for the others to rouse from their recharge. While he waited, he grabbed some energon to refuel his nearly empty tanks. The storage room where the precious liquid was stored seemed rather empty. Only a small stack sat in one corner.

"Looks like we have to go scouting for energon again," Ratchet muttered, grabbing one of the smallest ones. "I'll inform Optimus when he gets up."

The computer beeped, signaling something had been found. Ratchet looked at the screen, seeing a dot flash a few miles from their base. Energon. Quickly leaving a note behind for the Prime, Ratchet raced off through the groundbridge to the location. No humans were around and there wasn't any signs of Decepticons. The medic started digging in a cave where the signal was coming from. Blue crystals glowed softly, showing a medium-large deposit. It would do the team good. He recorded the coordinates and hid the signal with a dampener to prevent anyone else finding it.

"Ah, the Autobot medic," a voice rumbled softly as soon as the medic exited.

"Megatron," Ratchet gasped, spark hammering in its casing in fear. "What do you want?"

"Nothing much. I was taking my regular flight and stumbled upon a lone Autobot signature. I merely came down to investigate," Megatron explained. He took a few steps, leaning down to get close to much shorter being. "I have a proposal doctor. I have some... projects that my own medic needs assistance in. You see, I know the location of your base. Come with me and your comrades remain safe."

Ratchet looked down for a bit. He couldn't possibly risk his team... his family to be slaughtered by the enemy. Sighing in defeat, he looked back up into those blood red optics, gaze hardening. A victorious smirk spread on the warlord's face. He already knew the answer. A groundbridge flowered open behind the leader, motioning for the medic to go first. It was one victory for now. The Autobots lost their medic and Megatron gained a new prisoner. What more can go wrong?

~~~000

"It appears that Ratchet left to go investigate a possible energon deposit," Optimus announced to his team when they returned with the kids.

"Did he say where it was at?" Arcee asked, leaning to one side.

"It is close to our base. I assume he groundbridged there in case any Decepticons showed up," Optimus answered. "I shall go and see if he needs assistance."

The groundbridge activated and the leader walked through, gun and blade drawn just in case. When he came upon the desert scene, there was nothing. This puzzled the Prime into looking around. A cave caught his attention and he ventured inside. Optimus spotted the dampener and knew that Ratchet was here, but nowhere to be seen. Going into further investigation, Optimus noticed large pede imprints in the sand and knew who they belonged to.

"Optimus Prime to base, send a groundbridge," Optimus requested. He saw the worried looks upon his team. "Ratchet has been taken... by Megatron himself."

~~~000

Ratchet stood in the middle of the medibay, staring at the red medic as he buffed his paintjob. A sparkling cooed by his pedes, examining the short pole he held. Breakdown was nowhere to be seen. Megatron stood behind his captive, blocking the only exit.

"Knock Out I have brought you your assistant. He shall help with the Synthetic energon formula and other projects," Megatron said. His medic looked up from his job, grinning when he saw Ratchet.

"Wonderful. I shall make full use of him my liege," Knock Out said, giving a slight bow.

"Make sure you do. I shall retrieve him later on tonight when I finish with my reports," the warlord said, taking his leave.

"The formula is on that terminal over there. You can get started on it. Everything here will be at your disposal," Knock Out said, dropping his act and relaxing a bit.

"Carrier... hungry," the sparkling whined softly, dropping the pole next to him.

"I'll get your energon Tracks. Wait right here." Knock Out walked out of the room into his room that connected to the medibay.

Tracks fluttered his tiny doorwings as he waited. The newcomer attracted his attention. The sparkling crawled over and sat in front of the orange and white medic. His blue optics shined with curiosity, helm tilting to the side a bit.

"Who you?" he asked.

"I am Ratchet, the Autobot medic," Ratchet answered.

"Like carrier and sire?" Tracks wondered, knowing what his creators did.

"Yes like your carrier and sire," Ratchet said softly, a soft smile on his face.

"What you doing here?" the sparkling continued.

"I was... asked to come here to... help your creators," Ratchet struggled, not wanting such a young bot to lose some innocence.

"Here's your energon Tracks," Knock Out said, handing the bottled energon over.

"How long?" Ratchet asked, looking up to the younger medic.

"Tracks is almost a century old. I had him shortly before we got the message to come here," Knock Out explained, arms crossing over his chest. "We almost lost him when his spark started failing when he caught a virus from the planet we were on. He's growing slower than normal from it."

"He'll be the start of a new generation," Ratchet whispered. A distant look appeared on his face, memories of two younglings he saved surfacing. He didn't know if they still lived after leaving Cybertron after the Exodus. "I better get to work. It'll be best to start now and finish as soon as I can."

~~~000

Megatron made his way to the medibay that night. It was a long day of filing reports and checking on his troops. Breakdown greeted the warlord with a slight nod. The sparkling waddled over to the silver mech, hugging his leg. Megatron smiled softly and scooped up the much younger mechling, hugging him properly.

"Hello Tracks," Megatron greeted.

"Hi Megatron. Ratchet worked hard," Tracks said, yawning shortly afterwards. "I like him."

"Hmm... seems like someone needs to recharge," Megatron said, heading towards the blue sire.

"Not tired," Tracks pouted.

"Yes you are. You need your energy to grow strong," Megatron whispered, handing over the mechling to his sire. "Get some rest Breakdown. I shall deal with our... guest."

The warlord waited for the two to depart before facing his prisoner. The medic shrunk back a bit, fearing what was going to happen. His spark hammered in its casing as the other stalked forward.

"You will be joining me for your stay. It would be highly unwise to try anything. I will know if you do or not," Megatron said, grabbing the smaller arm and dragging him along. "As a gladiator, I know how to easily disable you with one wrong move."

The quarters were lit with purple lighting. Holopics and datapad sat around the room on shelves. A piece of armor hung up on the wall near a large berth, a picture above it. In it was Megatron and a much older mech who looked like a miner. Both smiled, Megatron supporting the older mech. Ratchet stopped and stared at the mech. He seemed familiar to him.

"Who is this?" Ratchet asked, sparing a glance to his enemy.

"That is Terminus. He was a dear friend while I was in the mines before being moved to the Pits. I fought to keep him alive and so that he may have a good life, one free of slavery. Terminus was dying of a spark disease and couldn't afford to see a medic. I... saved up as much as I could and tried to get him to one. We were refused every time," Megatron explained, voice gentle and optics distant. "With no hope left, I took him with me to stay by his side as he laid dying. I promised him to make Cybertron a better world for him. I watched as he died against my frame. I used the credits to bury him on the edge of Kaon."

"Terminus... I've seen him before. I helped him when I was called after a mine collapsed. That's when I found out he had the disease. It was too far along for me to help," Ratchet commented. "I never saw him when I was forced to leave. Had I seen him earlier, I could of saved him. I only charged when I needed to or if it was a bot who could pay. I knew very little about him."

"You knew nothing about him! Terminus was... was..." Megatron trailed off, voice growing quiet. His spark ached at the thought of his dear friend.

"A lover, wasn't he?" Ratchet guessed, knowing the look of one who lost their bonded. "The two of you bonded."

"It was so long ago. We became mates as soon as I was old enough to. Neither of us could produce sparklings. I had been sparked without a gestational tank and he was too ill. It didn't matter to us. Just as long as we had each other," Megatron whispered, looking at the picture with saddened optics. "It was painful when I was taken to the Pits of Kaon. I was very fortunate to be able to see him. That's how I knew he was ill and needed medical attention immediately."

"I... I'm so sorry Megatron. The pain of losing someone so close to oneself is a horrible feeling," Ratchet comforted, placing a servo on the much larger mech's arm.

"You... should get some rest." Megatron left to another room, stopping short of the doorframe. "You shall recharge on my berth. I will escort you to the medibay tomorrow."

Ratchet sat down on the cushioned berth. It was unusual to see given that only the high caste mechs and femmes had them to show their status. It was also very human-like for the warlord. The pillows laid at the top of the berth, giving comfort to the helm and neck that rested upon them. The medic laid down, letting his body go limp as he slipped into recharge, unaware of the red optics watching him.

The morning came by quickly. The sun's light hit the berth, awakening the occupant on it. A glowing cube of energon sat on the small stand next to the berth. Ratchet stretched, feeling well rested for the first time in so many years. He drank the energon and stood. Megatron entered the room and lead him to the medibay. Ratchet would work from morning until night when he and the leader both retired for the night.

~~~000

"He's been here for a few weeks now," Breakdown said, cleaning up for the day. "How long does Megatron plan to keep him here?"

"Hmmm... don't know. The formula is finished. We've made much progress on it," Knock Out replied back, his son bouncing on his leg. "I would be surprised if he let Ratchet free."

"Where is Ratchet?" Breakdown asked, looking around for the elder.

"He left to go recharge. It doesn't surprise me with how old he is," Knock Out shrugged. "I'll go put Tracks to recharge before going to berth. I will see you there."

"All right babe," said Breakdown, kissing his mate quickly.

~~~000

"I require your services good doctor," Megatron said, laying down on his berth.

"With what?" Ratchet asked.

"I need your body. I know where your human pets reside," Megatron answered, motioning for the mech to his side.

Ratchet knew what Megatron wanted now. The look of lust in those red embers showed clearly. He gulped, but complied to protect his family. It would be a long night, but he hoped it was over quickly. Megatron grabbed the medic and pulled him into a soft kiss. It was light like a lover's kiss, not meaning to cause discomfort. Unpleasant memories surfaced from his younger years. Ratchet froze at the action, never having anything like the sort happen to him with such kindness. Megatron stopped when he felt the plating tense up.

"Ratchet? What's wrong?" Megatron asked, concern lacing his voice.

"I... I have never done such actions before," he admitted, turning his look away in embarrassment. "I mean I have... but it was against my own will, back when I was studying to be a medic. Almost every night for years. No one believed me when I reported it."

"We shall go slow. I won't hurt you," the other whispered in comfort, giving another kiss to the smaller. "What happened is in the past. I'm not like those who hurt you."

~~~000

Ratchet stared at the wall, his helm on Megatron's chest. The interface was... pleasant. He didn't know that such a mech as Megatron, who had killed brutally, could be so gentle. Gunmetal grey arms wrapped securely to his frame, keeping him close. Maybe this tyrant wasn't as bad as everyone thought. His reasonings were logical to starting the war. All he knew was violence since being taken from his home as a sparkling.

"What's on your mind?" a voice questioned, the vibrations sending shivers down Ratchet's backstrut.

"Nothing. I just can't recharge," Ratchet answered.

"Try to. You will need your energy to go through the day," came the reply. Megatron turned to his side, looking down at his berthmate. "I need you still."

Ratchet didn't say anything, snuggling closer to the warmth radiating from the body next to his own. Slowly but surely, Ratchet fell into recharge. All thoughts disappeared for the night. The next day arrived too quickly. Megatron allowed Ratchet to sleep longer, feeling like he could trust him to be alone for the day. The leader went about his duties for the day as usual.

Ratchet had woken up many hours later alone. Energon sat nearby for the medic to refuel. A stack of datapads were next to the energon, holding stories and videos from Cybertron. The medic picked up the first one and began to read. Ratchet picked up the bottom one after finishing the ones ahead of it, turning it on and looking at its contents. A video showed up, the screen black before a voice was heard.

"Are you sure about this Megatronous?" the first voice asked.

"Of course it is Terminus. If we ever adopt then this will be one way of remembering us once we die. I won't be around much longer if the Pits get any worse," came another, familiar voice. "You won't be here either without a medic to help cure this spark disease."

Terminus sat with a servo resting on his abdomen plating. It was a small room with only a berth, a desk, and a weapon rack. A small energon dispenser sat in a corner, two cubes next to it. The camera shifted and Megatron stepped into the picture. He sat next to the older grey miner and placed an arm around his shoulders.

"This is to any young ones we may have. I am Megatronous or rather Megatron of the Kaonian Gladiatorial Pits. This is my mate Terminus of Kaon. As you can tell we are of the lower caste with very little. But we will do anything to give you the best life we can," Megatron said, looking straight at the recorder.

"Well I have some news for you my young mate," Terminus said, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss. "I want you to look at my spark."

The old metal parted slowly, creaking as it did. Megatron leaned forward to stare at the silver orb. Right next to the larger life force was a small silver-red ball. It took the warrior a moment to realize what he was looking at. A large grin split his scarred lips. There was a smaller spark next to the beautiful soul. Small tears pricked at his optics.

"Terminus... I thought that..." Megatron trailed off, a servo gently touching both lives. "How? Neither of us could produce a sparkling. I cannot carry and you're too ill for something like this."

"I don't know. A medic offered to scan me with no charge and showed me the little one. There's no protoform growing inside me but First Aid has one ready. Any solar cycle now he should be here," Terminus answered. "His mentor always taught him to help those who need it with no charge. The protoform should be dropped off anytime."

Megatron couldn't believe what he was hearing or seeing. He was going to have a chance to raise a sparkling of his own with his mate. A knock on the door interrupted the couple. A young medic came in with a small silver protoform in his arms. Terminus thanked the medic and motioned to the berth where the sparkling's body should be. At that moment, Terminus gasped in pain and gripped just under his spark.

"First Aid... what's happening?" Terminus asked, a bit of energon dribbling down his face from the corner of his mouth.

"I don't know. I need to save the sparkling before its killed," First Aid responded, bringing the older mech close to the body. He gently cupped the small spark and cut it loose and placed it in the empty spark chamber. The sparkling wailed softly, Megatron reacting and bringing him close. First Aid scanned the ill miner and tired his best to figure out what was wrong.

"I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do," First Aid whispered. "I'll leave you two be. I'll go get a transport vehicle to get him ready for burial."

Megatron crept closer and leaned his mate's frame against his chest. The smaller coughed before looking to the blue optics of his mate with glazed optics. The sparkling latched onto his carrier and fell into recharge. Megatron cradled both to his frame, ignoring the tears he felt streaming down his face.

"It seems... like my time is up," Terminus muttered, smiling sadly.

"No... no there's still time. You can't die now," Megatron denied, words choking him. "Please. It's not fair."

"Shhh... it is all right young one. Raise our little Smokescreen well," Terminus whispered, a digit stroking the sleeping sparkling's face. "I love you."

"I love you too," Megatron whimpered. "I'll make Cybertron a better place for both you and our son. It'll be our utopia that we talked about."

Terminus fell limp, his spark sputtering away. Megatron cried softly, rocking the frame of his bonded. The pain was unbearable. He got up when the medics came back for the body. He walked to the recorder and looked at it one last time before stopping it. He spoke one last time.

"Don't worry Smokescreen. Even if I cannot care for you anymore, I still love you with all my spark. If I must give you up so that you may have a decent, even better life that mine, I will do it. I won't let you suffer the life your carrier and I had."

Ratchet was taken back by what he just saw. Megatron had a son and he was back at the base. He wondered if Smokescreen knew that the Decepticon leader was his sire and that he knew what happened to his carrier. The door swooshed open and Ratchet looked up. Megatron walked in, surprised to see that the medic had the datapad with the video of his dear mate.

"Did you enjoy it?" Megatron questioned, sitting down on the berth.

"I did. I had no idea that First Aid had assisted you. He often talked about following my example but never specified who he was helping. Nor did I know that Smokescreen was your son," Ratchet said. He set the datapad down and scooted closer to the larger mech. "Smokescreen arrived at our base not too long ago. He said that he escaped from his Decepticon captors and made his way here to join with Optimus."

"Haha it's been so long since I've seen my son last. I had to give him up when he was young when the credits wouldn't support the two of us. I knew that he would be safe and that we would see each other again," Megatron said with some happiness to his voice. "He will be safe with Optimus. The Nemesis is no place for a youngling. It would be good to see him once more. To show him how much I love him and why I had to do what I had to."

"You could send this video to him. You even said yourself that this was for any offspring you may have to let them know how much you sacrificed to make them happy," Ratchet said suddenly, stopping short when he realized what he said. "I'm sorry. That is your right to chose."

"No, no, it's a wonderful idea my dear Ratchet," Megatron said, taking the datapad to send its contents to his son. "I shall do that tomorrow."

~~~next day

"Any sign of Ratchet?" Raf asked, his large brown eyes glimmering with hope.

"No there hasn't been. His life signal has been deactivated and his com. link as well. We have no way of knowing if Ratchet is truly safe," Optimus answered to the young boy. "Don't worry Rafael, we will find him and bring him home. He is a tough soldier and can handle anything."

The Autobots had looked all over for any trace of their missing medic. They haven't found anything and couldn't contact the Decepticon warship to bargain for their medic. Even the new member was worried for the missing Autobot. He would make remarks about killing Megatron and anyone who got in his way to Ratchet. Young Raf seemed the worse off. He had grown close to the grouchy medic and wanted him back. Heck all of Team Prime were worried for their dear friend and want him back.

"Maybe we should take one of the main Decepticons and use him to trade for Ratchet?" Arcee suggested with a shrug. "It seems like the only way we're getting him back."

"That can be tough to do. They've been quiet recently," Wheeljack said. "I can search around the planet for their ship and send the coordinates. I don't want to lose the Doc. We may have our differences but I still care about him. I'll do whatever it takes to get him back here where I know he's safe."

"We shall do what becomes necessary. Wheeljack will patrol for the Decepticon warship while we continue to monitor for any activity from here. If an officer does show up, we shall do our best to capture him in order to get Ratchet back," Optimus ordered.

The computer beeped with an incoming message. Optimus hurried to the computer and opened the message. He tensed when he saw that it was from his arch nemesis. A file was attached to the message.

'I know that you will all watch this file attached. It is mainly for Smokescreen, whom I know about from your medic. Nothing too terrible has happened to him as of yet.

-Megatron'

Optimus opened up the file and a video began to play. Each member watched intently, believing that it was Ratchet's torture. Much to their relief it was only a recording from Cybertron's Golden Age. Smokescreen paid attention closely, a twinge in his spark as if he was remembering something. When it ended, Smokescreen had tears dripping to the floor from his chin. He had longed to know who his creators were. Now that he knew he wished he didn't. Megatron being his sire was unbelievable.

"I always wanted to know who my creators were and why they left me. Now I regret finding out. My sire is a murderer and my carrier is dead," Smokescreen said quietly, his servos clenching at his side.

"I know that had you stayed in the lower caste, you would of suffered a cruel fate that no bot should go through. I, for one, am grateful Megatron made the choice he did," Optimus comforted, a large servo on the young rookie. "You would not be here if you stayed with your sire."

~~~000

Ratchet felt content. Each night he and Megatron shared the berth and each morning he felt relaxed and content. He didn't know how long he's been gone but it had to be a couple months at least. It felt like the war had never started. Ratchet had just finished fixing a vehicon before retreating to his shared room. Megatron sat on the couch in the main room, looking over a report. The medic straddled the larger one, pelvic plating touching. Setting the report to the side, Megatron wrapped his arms around the orange and white mech, briefly kissing him.

"How was your day?" Megatron asked.

"Long. Just a few vehicons to fix and making more synthetic energon," Ratchet said, leaning forward for another kiss. They made out for a few minutes before Ratchet pulled back.

Megatron hoisted the smaller up higher so that the chestplate was level with his sight. He attacked the chest with kisses, nips, and licks. Ratchet moaned, feeling his chest slide open to reveal his spark. The orb pulsed gently, sending silver light into the room. Megatron carefully traced the soul, memorizing each detail and how it moved.

"So beautiful," he muttered, kissing the spark. Ratchet screamed at the contact, loving the shivers going down his back. "I love you Ratchet."

Now this had the medic taken back. The warlord had just admitted his love for him. Smiling back, he traced the scarred lips lovingly.

"I love you too Megatron," Ratchet whispered.

Megatron growled possessively, systems heating up. Ratchet knew what was going to happen and wanted it to happen. His spark yearned for the stronger spark to be close to it.

~~~ days later

Ratchet jumped when the door to the berthroom slammed open. Megatron suddenly attacked his lips, kissing him roughly and bringing him close. This scared the old mech, not knowing what had gotten into the tyrant.

"Megatron, what's going on?" Ratchet inquired.

"You're going back to your team," Megatron answered, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No! Primus no! You would never do anything wrong. Knock Out has been captured and is injured. Breakdown and Tracks managed to get to safety, but Knock Out allowed it to happen. They are asking for your return in exchange for my medic," Megatron explained, pressing more kisses to his new lover.

"I don't want to go back, but I will to save Knock Out," Ratchet said. "How long?"

"At least 2 earth hours," Megatron responded.

"Long enough. I want to spend as much time as I can with you. Please."

Megatron could not deny such a request. They would spend what little time they had together.

~~~000

"Careful!" Knock Out snarled as he was pushed to the ground. His frame had some cuts and scrapes all on it with dried energon caking his frame. Megatron stood with his officers behind him and Ratchet at his side. "You would not believe how they treat hostages. It's even worse than us."

"Breakdown go retrieve your mate," Megatron commanded.

"Babe you all right?" the blue mech asked, looking over his wounds. "I'll fix you once we get back."

Ratchet knew that was his signal to join his team. He looked up at his lover, who in turn looked down with hurt optics. It was a painful parting for the two. The leader nodded slightly and the Autobot walked to his side. Optimus called for a bridge, retreating back with his soldiers. Ratchet looked back once more, mouthing a goodbye before walking through the swirling portal.

Megatron snarled and shouted up at the sky. He had just lost another bot that he loved. He vowed that Ratchet would be returned to him if it was the last thing he did.