Chapter 1

Greetings, young buttercups! My name is Denali Prime and this is a new story starring Optimus Prime and Megatron! This story is rated M for several reasons, so let me dish them out now.

Warnings: Universal warning, mechxmech, violence, gore, torture, etc.

If you've read My Name is Spade, then you know what the "universal warning" is, but if you didn't, then its language. That's probably going to be used in all of my fanfics because language is so fun. By the way, this story is Bayverse because that's the one I'm most familiar with.

Pairings:

Optimus/Ratchet and Optimus/Megatron (you'll understand why later on)

Ironhide/Chromia

Sam/Bumblebee

Sunstreaker/Sideswipe

Jazz/Prowl

Jolt/Flareup

Arcee/ Mikaela

Wheeljack/?

The OCs are mechs, by the way. I know my pairings are a little weird, but if you don't like em, then get the hell off of my story! :D

Enjoy the first chapter!

As soon as his optics opened, the entire world was blurry. The room he was in was dimly lit and reeked of dried energon and mold, and his helm felt like Unicron himself stepped on it, as the rest of his body screamed in pain. His red and blue paint was peeling, and the armor it rest on was torn and scratched in several different places. The mech groaned groggily as his vision cleared and let him take note of his surroundings. He winced at the sound of his vocal processors, as his normally baritone, soothing voice was scratchy and weak. His HUD showed several messages of severe damage in different places of his body.

The leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, was in the Decepticon lair.

While he sat up, he recalled the events that led him there. It was a… battle? Or was it an ambush? After a few moments of silent thinking, the bot jumped slightly at the sound of his cell door being opened. Trapped. A Decepticon came in, holding a cube of low-grade energon. On the inside he was famished, but on the outside, he didn't show it. Showing it would be a sign of weakness in Megatron and his goons' optics. And he didn't need another reason to be mocked. The Decepticon sneered at him and made a few rude remarks that Optimus didn't pay attention to. In his mind, he was screaming at himself.

How could I let this happen? It was a trap from the very beginning. And I fell for it…

He shook his head. Blaming himself would only make matters worse. As he, once again, got lost in his thoughts, the cube of energon was dropped unceremoniously dropped to the disgusting floors of the disgusting cell in the disgusting Decepticon base. Once he heard the clang of the cube and the footsteps of the guard fade away, he slid over to the cube, picked up with his mouth, and gulped every last dropped down greedily. Optimus was no fool. He knew that this may be the only time of the groon (month) that he would be fed. After finishing his cube, he surveyed the damage done to his body. The plan they made to capture him had to have been ingenious for him to be captured, but he couldn't remember what happened. Megatron probably celebrated the capture of his mortal enemy, of his little brother, of the one he had been trying to kill for thousands of orns (centuries) by raping his SIC. At least, that's what the rumors say. The Prime growled inwardly at the thought of his brother and cursed him to the deepest levels of the Pit. He decided to keep his optimism in check to try and convince Megatron that he could handle whatever was dished out. If his Autobots found him, there would be hell to pay. If his lover found him, hell would rise and take every last 'Con with it.


A few joor (hours) later, Optimus had dozed off. Recharge called his systems desperately, and he didn't fight it off this time. As he slept, Megatron stalked towards his cell. The warlord smiled at his prisoner in a sickeningly sweet manner. He opened the cell door and walked in, grabbing the Autobot by his helm and slammed it against the walls of the chamber. Optimus's optics flew open and he hissed in pain once Megatron repeated his action, making sure he was awake. Then, he let go and walked around the cell, surveying the Prime mockingly.

"How is my guest? I hope you had a nice recharge because that will be the last one you have for a while," he jeered. The smaller mech, who was picking himself up off the floor, glared daggers at Megatron. His HUD put several more messages in his line of vision. He pushed them aside and snarled.

"How long have I been here?" He tried to make his voice sound threatening, but the damage done to his vocal processors made it impossible. Megatron laughed at his attempts, but answered regardless.

"About a cycle and a half. You already look terrible, brother." Optimus growled at the use of the word "brother" and resisted the urge to stand up and give Megatron a piece of his mind. As if he could even try, however. His arms were bound behind his back with cuffs reinforced with energon and his legs were chained to the walls. They were made to be impossible to break out of. Megatron grinned, showing his large fangs and grabbed the other mech by the arm. He dragged him out of the room and whispered in his audio, "My master wishes to see you."

Optimus shivered at that and tried to jerk his arm away from his captor. After realizing that his efforts were in vain, he gave up and saved the rest of his energy.


Ratchet threw a wrench at the wall in frustration. He had just received a comm. link from Ironhide, saying that the Decepticons retreated. The thing that frustrated him was the fact that they left without any explanation. He knew that his lover went with Jazz and the Lamborghini twins to survey the area in search of the Decepticon base, but they got no word back from any of them. After a few kliks (minutes) of searching, they found Jazz, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker in a forced medical stasis with minimal damage, but no Optimus. Of course, Ratchet worried about all of the Autobots. As a medic, it was his job and was a part of his programming. But he cared about Optimus the most. He loved him with his entire spark and would die without him. First Aid shrunk in his seat at the sight of his predecessor in rage, trying his best to avoid the large wrenches hurling through the air.

Being Ratchet's successor for vorns (five centuries) made him notice that he had a temper. His aim was damn near perfect, and improved all of the Autobots' ducking skills. If you did something stupid, you would end with up with a wrench to the helm and dent in his wake. He even hit his own lover for doing stuff like that, which brought brief surprise to everybody. NEST discovered that he had a temper the hard way. Forgetting his oath to not harm humans, Ratchet threw a wrench at Sam Witwicky for eating a doughnut. Mechs and humans alike still wondered how Optimus could put up with it, but decided not to question it for fear of death by Hatchet.

When the Autobots came back, he was greeted with several injuries. The most injured was Jolt. He'd suffered a severed arm, a cracked optic, and austere damage to his chest. He looked as if he was in one of Wheeljack's explosions and survived. The damage inflicted came close to his spark chamber and left Flareup in a mess. Her sisters went in to calm her down as Ratchet worked. First Aid handled the next mech. One of Ironhide's cannons was disabled and there was a gaping hole in his right leg. While 'Mia was worried, she didn't stay with him to tend to her grieving sister, knowing that he would be fine. The last few mechs were fixed and the twins, along with Jazz, were put on medical berths, still in forced stasis. The damage done to them was miniscule.

Once the repairs were done, everyone went to the meeting room to discuss the possible capture of their leader. Prowl, being the SIC, spoke in place of Optimus, giving out all the information that they could on what happened at the battle that day. Bots and humans alike were shocked that he was missing and interjections were put out immediately. Ratchet was touched that everyone cared about his mate, but still longed to see him once again. Prowl, his ever apathetic self, calmed everyone down. Prowl learned from the master of calmness himself. Optimus taught him self-restraint, even the worst situations. His bondmate being in a forced stasis for Primus knows how long tested to see how much he learned. Obviously, he learned a lot, as his façade stretched to the entire base, letting them know that he knew Jazz was going to be alright.

"Autobots, NEST, I can assure you that Optimus will be fine. He's a big mech; he knows how to take care of himself. While the answers to his disappearance all turn to ambush, we have no legitimate proof that he was, being that the only possible witnesses are in stasis lock," he told them.

"What's a stasis lock? Is it like recharge or something?" Sam asked. That was when Ratchet interjected.

"Not necessarily. A stasis lock is generally when the body of a mech or femme shuts down for major repairs. Since it requires a lot of energy, the body of said mech or femme is knocked out until the repairs are complete, making them vulnerable and unresponsive. Forced stasis locks, however, are different. They are applied to one physically. It's similar to pressure is added to a pressure point or a human coma. It has always been undetermined when one would wake from a forced stasis lock. Until the twins and Jazz wake, we have no actual idea of what happened, which makes it harder for us to find Optimus."

"With that being said, the explanation to why the Decepticons fled is evident. They took our leader, but we will get him back. That, I can guarantee you. But this will take some time," Prowl finished.

Every bot and every human in the room tensed. Since Ratchet brought all of that up, it would make a million times harder for them to find their missing leader. The Decepticons had an edge and the Autobots were weakened. If they didn't get there leader back soon, the next attack would probably be the last battle fought between Autobots and Decepticons.

There's the first chapter! I know it was short, but I'm planning on making this a long story. Even though I'm writing this, it doesn't mean that My Name is Spade is on hiatus or something. I'll just be working on them at the same time. R&R if you like. Please help me come up with a name for the OC for Wheeljack! Just put the name you come up with in a review and the best one wins a chapter dedicated to them!

Denali Prime out!