Gods and Monsters

Author's Note: Well, here is a new Shockwave X Red Alert pairing. Granted, this is going in a different approach from my usual fics of the two of them. This will carry a warning to it. The obvious M rating warnings with smut that will start out as noncon. But here you have it. This fic was inspired by the song with the same title by Lana Del Ray.

"And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them."

- Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor

"She's not showing any interest in me and she looks like she doesn't want to be here. Should I take off her handcuffs? I thought kidnap victims were supposed to fall in love with their captors?"

-Jarod Kintz, The Titanic would never have sunk if it were made out of a sink.

By: VampireQueenAkasha

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They had failed.

Red Alert never knew just how much she had lost until she stood before the Decepticon leader. The Autobots were defeated, Optimus slain by Megatron's hand.

Sentinel Prime had declared that all Decepticons be given a personal servant. Much to her anguish, there would be a need to repopulate Cybertron and femmes were vital to that necessity.

First Aid trembled beside her and Red Alert took her hand to comfort her.

First Aid looked up at her and Red Alert smiled reassuringly.

"It'll be okay." she said.

The other femme shook her head. "No... It won't."

Megatron surveyed the femmes collected from the recent resistance effort. He smirked, his sharp teeth gnashing together as he studied them. They kept their heads lowered, but their eyes were defiant. Some of them seemed terrified, but did not beg.

Good.

Then, she saw him.

The hulking, monstrous form of Shockwave following Megatron down the line. It occurred to her that someone was going to be chosen to be his slave. Whoever was damned to THAT fate would have been better off dead. Red Alert couldn't imagine any femme surviving any sort of interface with that brute.

Shockwave's optic studied each femme and it seemed as though they were trying to avoid looking pleasing to him. No one wanted to be selected to be his slave.

He stopped in front of First Aid and pointed at her.

"Good choice." Megatron purred.

First Aid panicked and shook her head as two Decepticons grabbed her. "No, please!" she begged. "Not me! No!"

Red Alert stepped up and tugged at First Aid's arm. She was almost yanked from her friend, but faced the two larger Decepticons.

"No! You can't take her!" she shouted.

Megatron chuckled. "I can if it pleases me!"

Red Alert stared down, considering the worst. She closed her optics and exhaled with anguish before she released First Aid and pointed at herself.

"Take me instead."

Shockwave stared at her for a long time and Megatron laughed.

"How noble." he sneered. He looked down at First Aid. "Consider yourself lucky you have someone so thoughtful to your needs."

He looked at Shockwave, who still stared at Red Alert silently. His mandibles clicked together.

"What do you say, Shockwave?" Megatron asked, "Is this other femme suitable?"

Shockwave nodded his head once.

First Aid joyously held Red Alert's arm as she was pulled away. "Thank you." she whispered, almost tearfully, "Thank you, so much!"

Red Alert smiled sadly.

"I wouldn't let you go." she promised. "Stay safe. That's all I ask."

The other femmes watched her in pity and horror as she was taken away by the two Decepticons.

The sound of a gunshot forced a sob down her throat.

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Shockwave did not speak to her.

Red Alert watched as he prepared a suitable berth. She shuddered when she realized what he was planning to do. Would she survive it? He was so huge and she small.

When Shockwave looked at her, he seemed to be waiting for something.

"What is it?" she asked.

He gestured with a flick of his head and she took a deep inhale, closing her optics.

"Let's just get this over with..." she said, softly.

Shockwave said nothing and moved behind her. She kept her optics closed and bit back a groan of anguish when he moved her into the proper position suitable for interface. But he seemed to hesitate for a moment, considering his given slave's condition.

Red Alert shut down her visual perception and merely drifted into a memory before the war began, trying to keep out any, if all memory of what was currently happening to her.

But it only worked for a short time.

The most outstanding part was that Shockwave wasn't as rough or violent as she had expected him to be. If she had to find any sort of positives, she was at least grateful for that fact. AND the fact that he took her from behind, so he couldn't see the anguish on her face.

But that didn't make it hurt any less the following day. She was sore and ached, so Shockwave had given her a shower to use, but still did not speak or look at her.

Red Alert didn't care.

The monster may have enslaved her body, but she was damned if she let him enslave her will.

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Note - Well, there you have it. A really grim start to a new Shockwave/Red Alert fic. So we'll see where this goes from here.