I've had this idea for a long time, so I thought I'd share it. It will probably feature a lot of OCs, since this is my own version of Transformers. While reading this, think of black history month and the underground railroad, since that is what gave me the idea for this. Please review with ideas or suggestions, oh, and enjoy. :)

Optimus Prime made no sound as the electric whip tore into his armour. Optimus was one of the few Autobots who even had armour. He even had his own whip that the Decepticons used on him alone. It had spikes that tore through Optimus' thick armour. Not even a whimper or gasp slipped past his lip plates even though agony was shooting through every circut in his body. When they finally stopped, there was almost nothing that wasn't destroyed or shredded. The Decepticon guards threw him back into the small Autobot camp. Instantly the femmes each gave a shriek and scrambled to have the younglings leave the room. The mechs went to help Optimus back up to his pedes. Two carefully guided him to lay down on his make-shift berth. It almost wasn't worth helping him, since none of them could get a hold of him without causing him more pain. He'd done nothing wrong. In fact, he'd saved a femme that was carrying from getting the beating. Each Autobot had been greatful, but it angered them that the Decepticons beat Optimus for doing nothing wrong.

Optimus Prime was the leader of the Autobots. The Autobots were slaves of the Decepticons. Optimus often lead the free Autobots in attempts to free more of his people. He was often captured, as sad as that is, during these rescue missions since the Autobots sometimes fell behind or took too long and Optimus would make sure they got to safety before him. The Decepticons were the cruel masters. They had several places like this set up over all of Cybertron. The Decepticons had created an Energon that grew like planets. The closest thing on Earth would be like wheat or corn, depending on the type. The Autobots at least each had a camp set up that they could stay in if they worked in the fields.

The youngest femmes and sometimes mechs often worked in the homes of their masters. They were personnal servants then. They were less likely to be attacked or hurt by the Decepticons, but if they made their masters angry, they were sent out to work in the fields where anything could happen.

The fields were just rows on rows on rows of the two types of Energon. It had to be refined which meant that the Autobot slaves couldn't take any to eat themselves. They were provided with healthy Energon, just not that much. The "corn" Energon was used for High Grade, since it was sweeter than the "wheat" Energon and held more energy inside it. Both types were hard to hold, and could be rather heavy. The only Autobots that worked them was the naughty ones, the older femmes, and the mechs. It was hard work, and took strength to do. It was even harder when you were carrying a sparkling.

A femme that was carrying had been struggling with her bundle of wheat Energon, when it slipped from her grip. Optimus had been directly behind her, so when she'd started to reach down and pick it back up, he placed a servo on her shoulder. He had placed his own bundle in her arms and started to gather hers back into his own arms. The guards had seen him reaching down for it, and he simply took the blame for it. That same femme now took a damp cloth and helped clean the wounds that she'd caused. "I'm so, so sorry. Optimus Prime, sir, please forgive me," she begged.

"You don't need to apologize. If you promise to be the first one saved when the other Autobots come, then you are forgiven," Optimus responded. His voice was strained, and gave her the feeling that he was trying to avoid revealing just how much his damaged frame hurt. "What is your name?"

"Wildrose," she replied. She watched as he winced when the cloth rubbed over one of the deepest cuts. "You're low on energy, aren't you?" Optimus looked away and she sighed.

"There are others here that need it more than me," Optimus replied. There was no response to that. Wildrose couldn't say anything to what he said, and the other femmes that were looking after him were choosing to remain silent. After all, he was only talking to Wildrose so far. He almost jumped to his pedes when one of the femme that was actually repairing him pulled on a wire a little too hard.

"Easy! Prime, you're alright. Calm down," another femme by his helm said softly. Her name was Harmony. She put her smaller servo on his shoulder as he tried to relax again. In total, there were eight femmes at the camp, and two more in the house. Six of them were working on Optimus' frame. Normally, there would only have been three or four helping, but they were greatful that Optimus had kept Wildrose safe. Femmes were always very protective of other femmes, their sparklings, and their mates.

Optimus was uncomfortable in the attention, so once the repairs were completed to the point where Optimus would be able to work, he removed himself from the situation. He stood in the doorway of the camp that evening, and stared up at the stars that shone so brightly. He noticed the steps of some one walking towards him, and dismissed it until they spoke up. "Trouble getting any rest?"

"I could ask you the same question, Wildrose," he responded. She leaned against the door beside Optimus. "You really should be resting yourself. The Decepticons are not kind to Autobots that are carrying." She gave a nod, before falling silent. He looked her over before returning his gaze to the sky. Both ached for their own reasons, and not just physically either. He had developed feelings for a femme that was currently a slave. She had been taken from her family, and her sparkmate was a slave some where else. Optimus sighed before stepping away from the door and walked outside. He heard her shuffle her pedes as she hurried to keep up. "I will do everything in my power to get you the freedom you deserve. And hopefully, before you give birth." His voice faded to a whisper that she strained to hear.

"You're doing your best, Optimus Prime. One day, I know we will be free. I owe you my life, as well as my sparkling's. We must be patient," she assured. Optimus gave her a tired glance, and said nothing in reply. She sighed. "Please, don't be so down on yourself. You are great at what you do."

"I wish I could agree. We must get some rest. We have work to do tomorrow," Optimus said. Wildrose gave a frustrated growl, but nodded. She grabbed onto his arm and they walked in together. He walked to his own make-shift berth, while she went to hers. They both needed the rest, since know one knew what the next day would bring.

TRANSFORMERS FREEDOM...

Wildrose felt panic fill her systems as she struggled yet again to get her grip on the long strands of Energon. She felt a servo on her shoulder, and she looked up to meet the optics of Optimus Prime. He pulled her bundle into his arms and gave her his for a moment. He tightened the rope that was supposed to keep it in place before taking his and giving her's back. She hurried ahead to get back into line, and jumped when there was a shout. Every Autobot froze in fear. The Decepticon seeker that owned the land stormed over. He grabbed Optimus' throat, even though his slave was taller than him, and pulled him to the ground. Optimus kept the bundle in his arms the whole time. "You're outta line," the seeker hissed. Optimus said nothing. No matter what he said, he was in trouble, and he knew it. "You're slackin' off 'cause you're hurt. You're gonna get hurt more by flirtin' with the femmes. Get up, Autoscum. Now!" Optimus stood and towered over the seeker. The Energon was ripped away from him and shoved into the arms of another slave. Stasis cuffs were clamped around his wrists, and he was dragged from the group. Wildrose cursed her ability to earn Optimus more punishment.

"Don't get out of line, Rose. Focus. He's a big mech. He can handle himself," Harmony encouraged. She brushed her shoulder against Wlidrose's as they caught up with the others. She felt Wildrose jump as there was a yell, followed closely by a crack sound.

"Harmony... Don't do it. Harmony, no!" Wildrose snapped as Harmony dropped her own Energon pile and ran towards the source of the sounds. Wildrose started to run when a servo grabbed her wrist.

"Rose, I'll get her. You stay here. Or go back to the camp. I'll make sure she get's back safely," Whiplash said. Wildrose looked at the almost fully black mech for a moment before giving a heavy sigh. He let go of her and took off after Harmony.