Prime Blood~ Shockwave

a/n My AU, first person experiment that got some good reviews so I decided to expand it to a full story. My OC Ranger, so enjoy. {FYI, this is not MEEEEEE! just a fun experiment!} Ummm, it will get hot, but absolutely romanticly sensuous.

I am no fool. I don't care what others say about me. There is only one who's option that counts and for the moment, and to others it may look like even he has abandoned us. Those would be the ones in that corner: silent in a near catatonic state. Those I can handle.

It's the others screaming and wailing and crying out to Primus and pleading for mercy. Really? Do they seriously think screaming and crying will make anyone change their minds and suddenly and let them go. Good grief! Was I the only one with a working processor in this place!

WHooosh,

of main doors opening. Silence always comes next from everyone. The thud. The clank of guards. The ring of shackles. They come to inspect us. They come to separate and categorize us. Experiment time. Who is the next target?

As the clank and clink punctuated by heavy peds comes closer, the groups within my holding cell cling together. The stupid ones try to contrive a way of escaping. I can see their processors spinning. Fools. They will get so many innocents killed.

Guards walk right past our cell. I do not cower. I do not scowl. I do not try to fight. I accept my fate. Whatever Primus has decided for me, I am powerless to fight. I will deal with whatever I have been dealt.

Screaming and wailing, a few sharp reports of single shots from a narrow gauged pistol come from the cell next to us. Smart these soldiers are. Ten femmes are shoved and prodded behind one guard shackled individually. One femme screams and tries to run. Where does she seriously think she is going to go? Idiot! Without even flinching, last guard hoists her over his shoulder and continues the procession out the door into Primus knows what experiment. And the doors clang shut.

The silence from Corner One of my cell continues. Corner Two brings up the wailing and crying again. Three continues to plan an escape. Forth is me. Alone. I do not sit with anyone. Am I the only one just willing to accept my fate?

A shadow graces over me. I do not look up. It continues to stare at me. I only turn my head slightly to catch the peds in my peripheral vision. I will not give the shadow the attention it wants. Nor will I give it the satisfaction of seeing me afraid.

But those peds. Clean. Large, able to support a solid warrior's frame. They have seen wear and tear, but they look like older scars, now healed over after turning to indoor activities. A gladiator turned commander? One that can walk in here without a partner? There would only be two and one I just saw leave. His peds weren't violet purple and silver, either. That remains only one.

I decide to take a chance, "Shockwave." I say his name as if acknowledging the time of day. No real surprise. Not afraid. Just a statement of fact.

"Come." He replies with the same tone. Reaching his hand through the electronic bars that bend at his mere touch, he grasps my bicep. With a tug somewhere between gentle and forceful, I comply. I slip through the bent bars due to his grasp. He releases my arm once outside to see how I will react.

Although I have to admit, my spark was tripping triple time, (who wouldn't) I will show no fear because it would change nothing. Instead, I stare at the gouge just left offside of his sigil on his pectoral armor. I wait for his next move. He doesn't. Apparently we are both accessing the other. Primus he shorter than the tabloids remark. But he is also broader in the upper chest and shoulders than they sneer. With a optic glance down, his hips are narrower. I would really like to look to his helm, but pride has me hold fast, returning to the gouge.

His hand comes up and takes my bicep again seeing how I will not react. I am escorted out of the prison. Out into the hall, we are alone, except the guards monitoring the entire prison facility at their stations. Their heads raise seeing their Commanding Officer stride by, snapping to attention. I expected cat calls. No, I was very wrong. These soldiers are very loyal to him and would never mock or encourage their CO. He does not need it. They stop their conversations and remain silent as we walk past.

I had no idea where I was being led. I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid. I would be lying if I didn't say I was excited. I shuttered. He did not react.

Two more turns and we are on a hover platform. And straight up. I could see the shielded glass dome above us. Stars. I sigh with a smile, a beautiful last vision. The platform halts for a moment, I can hear a couple more clicks and then it continues. Oh, so the top three floors were only accessible to him. Interesting. The platform goes to the very top floor and then slides to the east side of the tower. My home.

He steps off without touching me. I follow. The platform dissipates and the hole seals over. No escape. Who said I wanted to? Shockwave wanders off some place in his quarters. I go to the window looking over my home: Sonic Canyons. I know I wasn't given permission, but I figure the worse he can do is beat me or kill me. Anyway, I rest my head against the frame. From this tower I can see near anything. It's beautiful.

I have no idea how long I sat there just admiring the beauty of my home, but a glowing object comes into my peripheral. I turn, a glowing cube of Energon is before me. I take it, not turning to my Warden? Silently we partake of the cubes and share the scenery.

I have no idea how long time had passed. The sound of a ping, drew his attention away from the window's sight. He did not move his body, just his attention to respond in Ancient Decepticon. I have no idea if he knew I knew it or not, but it was nothing but confirmation of supplies and schedule rotations. Nothing classified. He gave no reaction to the interruption, just a fact of life. Not even a reaction as to my reaction. Which was just to remain looking at the scenery and finish my drink, knowing he would have to go soon. They needed confirmation on an experiment.

I was quite right. He stood. I followed. The skid returned. We both stepped aboard. It lowered six floors and stopped. He pointed the black cannon at me, I remained aboard. The skid returned to the prisoner level. I stepped off. One guard came towards me and tried a molesting touch, but his partner slapped the offending appendage away. The rest of the walk to my cell was harmless. Until I was kicked in like stray turbo-dog at the pound.

And so began our silent conversations never looking at each other in the face. I lost track of days or nights in this place. As silent as he was, the company was very pleasant. The Energon not the best, not the worst. And occasionally, I was dropped off at the wash racks instead of his quarters. Thankfully the solvent was a neutral so a scent would not be noticeable to the others in my cell, who hadn't had the luxury. No one dared come near me. They thought the worst was happening to me never having any idea I was getting the best. And then it all changed.

~~~~~~ The Autobots attacked taking out several cells of the base. Our cells were in another portion of the tower that wasn't hit. Heavy damage to the tower itself was felt. The commanders were furious. I knew Shockwave had to be absolutely livid. I would be. Wait! Who's side am I on anyways?

Anyway. It took a few days for things to calm and repairs to begin. One day a guard finally came to my cell. He has to open the door, unlike Commander Shockwave. He was none too nice either. "Shockwave wants you! Probably needs an anger management session. Aren't you lucky?" He chortles greedily.

I was shoved onto the lift, falling to my knees. The lift was in an accelerated rate I had never felt before. I was very glad to be flat down when it jolted to a stop awaiting commands to the higher level. It didn't come. A hand reaches down grabbing the back of my armor, yanking me to my feet. I started to struggle to gain my own footing when I saw the flash of purple and sooted white. Instantly I stopped. The hand released. I gained my footing on my own. This time I face him. Face to helm. He steps back. I step forward. The lift disappears.

To the naked optic, it was a cold calculating face plate. The geometric face with the single golden optic. No visible mouth, nose or ears. To everyone else, per say.

To me, I saw a tired, worn frame. I saw a dimming optic, not bright like it used to be in younger hopeful days: like last week. I saw the drooped white angled helm antenna. I saw a very lonely being. A strong, confidant, powerful warrior and commander hit hard by a truth he did not want to face. Deceit. But it wasn't aimed at me.

I took a risk. I took a deadly chance. I put a hand to his cheek. The optic actually shut down. Slowly, the cannoned appendage came up between us and gently pulled my hand away. The commander did not want sympathy. The mech turned his back and headed for the curved staircase. I obediently followed. The next level was a lab. I could see at least ten experiments in various stages. Biology, chemistry, engineering, even one on linguistics and a drooling femme's optic sight. The mouth, yes he has one, is broad. Um, how to describe it? Broad lavender lips with the hint of sharp denta poking out. When I quirk a smirk, he actually smiles back and was that a hint of a blush? The smile pulls his lips back revealing not fangs, but a near double set of mandibles. He would be deadly on the battle field just showing these. As a smile, devastating to a femme's spark. I look away to hide my own racing spark and flush. He releases the helmet to my care.

Then turns away and activates his shower. I head to the other area a of the room and attempt scrubbing his armor to it's former glory. To my amusement, he is right within my line of sight. And boy does that mech like to shower. Or is he putting on a show for me?

Raise that stump and show me that muscled bicep while the sponge bubbles and glistens down the barrel sized ribbing accentuating the battle scars. Then back up to the pit and turn that waist just so I can see the bubbles trickle down the center line, lavender lips of the spark slit, slipping down further where-

I look to the armor and know it will take more than I can give to get it clean. "I think it needs to soak," I finally give up and say. He flicks a finger to a switch on the wall. I activate it and see a soaking tub for his armor. I shoot him a scowl. He could have told me sooner. He quirks that optic and smirks back, sliding his hands down those very sexy hips. Ohhhh that bastard knows exactly what he is doing to me. He knows he is incredibly sexy and uses it to his full advantage. Bend and lunged to cleanse the thigh- Ah! I'm gonna beat him with this armor! Fragger!

Carefully I set the armor to soak, keeping my back to him, and growl. He chuckles. Even that deep chested rumble is sexy. Oh I want so badly to turn back to him, but I will not cave. I am no school bot who swoons at a naked mech, no matter how deadly and gorgeous and tempting... Nor am I a pleasure bot who will willing throw themselves at anyone to get what they need to survive. No, I will not. I WILL NOT!

"Come." He calls plainly. I try to ignore him. It's more forceful this time, I say COME." I have no choice. So I turn. Yeah, the poor mech did need help with his back where there was a wound. I step into the shower and take the brush from his offered appendage. I carefully scrub and cleanse the injured area. He begins to groan in relief. I want so badly to touch him more, but no. It wasn't offered, I will not partake with my hands. Just my optics.

Slap, whap, splosh, clang! The next thing I know, I am pressed to the floor under his muscular weight, his thighs clenching my hips fiercely. The optic is a blaze of fury. The body is tense, pent up. He wants something from me. What? Oh Primus does it really have to be those hips touching mine? I bite back my whine.

"I am no virgin, but I am no floozy either." I jut my chin back.

He smiles, "Yes I know. You are a federal park ranger for the Sonic Canyons." I shouldn't be surprised, but I am. "You prefer the company of the native wild life over your fellow citizens. My crew never would have captured you if it hadn't been for bots thinking the wilds were the safest place to hide. You see," he chuckles evilly, "Decepticons know all about foraging, dodging and hiding like wild animals. We've had to for so long." I say nothing. I'm too floored (literally) that he knows this about me. And then he leans in, "Nothing to say?"

"Does it matter?" I blankly reply fighting the urge to wrap my fingers around those hips struts and grind...

"Not really. But it could decide the levels of fun or pain."

"You are going to do what ever you please. Primus gave me a processor and I fully intend to use it." I'm arguing more with myself than him.

He pulls back to really get a good look at me, still sitting on my hips, which I have to admit feels way too good. I was beginning to heat up. He asks, "So are you trying to escape?"

"Not yet. I haven't seen a need to. I have good Energon, no one is shooting at me, I'm not responsible for anyone's care. The knowns far out weight the unknows out there."

"You guess wrong!" He snaps and moves.

I would not call it rape, because I enjoyed every moment. I tried my ever loving best not to let him know. But it only spurred his adjustments further. And then I was screaming in an ecstasy I had no idea was possible to attain. And then the bastard left me there on the shower floor in after glow only watch him give himself the final release. He pleasured me, but would not allow me to have the satisfaction of pleasuring him with the final release. Oh no, he did not! I snarled and growled from my place on the cold wet floor while he stared at me and finished the job, growling coyly, mechly at me. Evil bastard!

And then, I was sent back to my cell. He got what he wanted. Riled me up, got his wound cleansed and left me aching for more. Damned Decepticon. I'll show him.

It was near three weeks before I was pulled from my cell again and dragged up to his quarters and thrown to the floor at his feet. He lowered himself beside me and cupped my face. The helm was off. He kissed me. Last time he did not. This time, he decided he would only use his dangerous mouth. I was NOT going to let him win again!

I failed again. He succeeded. Once again I was forced to watch him finish the job. Oh he is glorious with his luscious neck laid back, lavender antenna pert as he moans in release. I want to be the one to release that noise from him. What the Pit has happened to me? "Frag'n 'Cons," I spit. He chuckles flicking fluid from his long and dangerous fingertips.

Sent back down to my cell alone again to seethe.

This time he only made me wait three days and came for me himself. No one from my cell tried to protect me. I didn't need them to help me. I needed me to help me. The lift did nothing to help. I could smell him and it already had my system churning. I knew what was coming. But I had to turn the tides. I would not let him win this time. No. He just began that chuckling again like he could hear my internal battle. That absolutely delectable soft rumbling of amusement. I hate him. The lift stops.

This time at his private quarters. I refused to step off. He turns back and stares at me. I shake my head. Both of us knew he hadn't actually hurt me in the past. Just my pride. He raises a hand and gently takes mine. I let him and don't pull it back. He clenches and yanks hard. I crash against his frame with an ooff. The lift disappears He chuckles again. I moan in defeat.

This time he used a combination of deft fingers, that sparkling-soft smooth appendage and his ped. I had no idea one could use a ped toe in such a way. It should be illegal. My pelvic and belly area were cramped and sore from the repeated overloads. He would barely let me catch my breath and then push me over that erotic cliff again. This time when he tore away from me, he nearly didn't make it to his shower in time.

I turn away putting on my armor, ready to be lead back to my cell. I couldn't bear the thought of watching him do that yet again. Most certainly not after what he had done to me. I swiped a tear away at the moan coming from the tiled walls. I made my way to the lift station carrying the remains of my armor. And wait.

Still under the running water the voice commands panting, "Not this time." I freeze. The water stops. The damp peds pad heavily yet softly towards me.

I continue to put on my armor. But even one handed, he quickly sheds my park service armor. Grabbing my chin he makes me face him. This time I do show my fear. But it is my fear of giving into him again and not being able to walk without cowering in overload the next time I see just him. I shake my head in a plea.

He gives me no choice. The reduced arm presses into the small of my back forcing our hips together. The fingered hand forces my neck to the side where those mandibles do sinfully delightful things to my sensory systems. With an ever so slight adjustment, the shorter arm is now sliding down my aft and under the crease, lifting me just enough off my peds to take me to the window seat over looking my Sonic Canyons.

He lays me back. Pressing his heated body to mine, I whimper, "more, please," I gulp.

Once his cube was gone, moon and mech slip away. He says nothing to me, just locking the door so I can not go to the lower levels. What did he expect me to do until he returns? The mech was complex and confusing.

I decide to relax with my cube and gaze at my untouchable home. But that can only last so long before one feels depressed or even more confused. Stretching carefully, I make my way to the shower. Mind as well. I have to admit, his massage was better than the hot water, but this would have to due. And where is my armor?

Alright, that was done, now what? I turn to the remains of the loft and explore. Our window seat. The wash rack. A locked closet. A linen closet. (I grab a sheet and tie it around my body until I can locate my armor.) Half a kitchenette. Carefully I make my way to the closed off section. Testing the repair shield, I can see it will allow me to adjust it. With a couple commands, I can see the extent of the damage. Wow. The Autobots did quiet a bit. Library, personal berth room, personal closet, personal weapons locker and numerous personal areas had been destroyed. I started to chuckle, "People who live in glass towers, shouldn't -"

And there, it caught my optic. A smashed picture frame. I didn't finish that phrase out of guilt. I made my way over carefully stepping only on the scaffolding struts and picked it up. Soundwave and Shockwave together. I should have known. The older brother here as Guardian of Cybertron, while the younger one is TIC with Megatron on Earth. I scoop up the picture and take it back to the small counter I found in the kitchenette. Pulling the stool out, I can see it was done in the old fashioned way of electrifying the metal plate causing paint to adhere. I spent quite a good while messing around with it with the tools I found in an unlocked drawer beside the locked cabinet. Leaving it to recure the paint, I went back to see if there was anything else I could salvage.

A few cushions, a couple holocubes of classic literature, a carving of Driller made by young hands, and a couple other things. Carefully I set them in the next window sill over from my "berth". The last thing I did was probably the most dangerous. There was a huge berth hanging off the edge. Shockwave is not what one would conceder a small mech but this berth was massive. Carefully I was able to remove the linens, shake out the rubble and get them into the cleaning device.

The stupid thing I did next was to try bringing the berth back onto stable flooring. I was left holding onto one of the pads while the lower pad and frame went over the edge and fell to the ground way below in a mangled mess. I cringed in horror, easily I could have gone with it. I was so sure someone would come storming in and physically berate me for loosing Commander Shockwave's berth! After a few moments, no one did, so I continued with my remaining prize. I was able to drag it up to what was left of the repaired floor. Silly as it may seem, I was bound and determined, I would not feel the need to spend my stasis with him. NO! He would have his own place. YES.

By the time I had the stasis pad cleaned, burned edges trimmed off, the laundry was done. Good thing, I needed to refuel and stasis. Swiftly I made up his berth and got myself some fuel from the kitchenette. I left the good stuff alone, no need to be greedy. Settling myself back into my window seat. I savored my little bit of freedom and fuel. My optics drift close pressing my fore helm to the cold glass.

Drowsy with stasis, it felt like somebody gently laid me down and tucked me in like a sparkling. A deep warm voice whispered, "Thank you," in my audio receptor while darkness and warmth continued to surrounded me.

I woke up in my cell again. A lot less femmes. No younglings or sparklings. Glancing around at the other cells, there was a lot less there too. Something was changing. Or was something increasing? Three weeks I was left to ponder, wonder and contemplate the changing situation.

~~~~ A green claw gripped my tan bicep. Yes, I was back in my service uniform armor. "Time to go to work, femme." The voice was serious and firm, not teasing or a hint of sarcasm. This time he clamped my wrists in stasis cuffs behind my back and led me to the lift. The guard rode with me all the way to the private quarters. We did not step off. I twitched, he kicked. I heard a grunt. And then I tasted floor. The lift retreated. The stasis cuffs fell off. Slowly I rotated my helm and saw my capture. My warden. My erotic torturer. My savior? He was turning his gorgeous violet back on me. A thumb stroked the picture frame in the kitchenette holding the brother's image. Rolling to my aft, I pressed my back to the wall and just watched him prepare two cubes. Setting the helmet aside, turned resting a hip against the counter, he sighs heavily.

Turning again, he saw I did not stand, but waited. He held out a cube, I refused to move. So he put it on the counter and shrugged, consuming his. Still I refused. He refilled his. I took a chance.

"I may die for this, but so be it. I really have nothing to loose. What is going on?"

"War." Plain and clear.

I rolled my optics, no duh. "Why the femmes? And where are the sparklings?"

"Slagger Optimus PRIME!" His half filled cube slams to the counter sloshing another half out. A round fires from the cannoned fist through the damaged section of his loft. I cringe.

The purple chest heaves in anger. Waiting a few moments, he then turns to me and offers the cube again. This time I approach and take it, resting against the counter with him in like manner. Sipping, we both stare at the hole in his construction shield.

"He ejected the cube." Shockwave says it softly this time. "He ejected our future."

I really wanted to counter that option with the other side of the story I had heard within my holding cell, but reason over rode impulse. I sipped silently.

He continued. "I had to round up what was left of our potential future. Mindwipe was sure he had a plan to save our race even without Water from the blessed Well. I had faith in him." The strangle slowly grows, "He had solid theories. The results were promising. I trusted HIM!" Three more rounds fired. I carefully slide three steps away. The optic was narrow as a laser beam, "He betrayed us all. He wasn't even CYBERTRONIAN!"

At that, I gulped. Shockwave had been betrayed by his most loyal scientist. Not only that, the scientist betrayed all Cybertron. The white helm purple with anger snarls, "I am Guardian of Cybertron! It is MY duty to protect Her from all enemies. Most certainly a foreigner under my own roof!" He was seething. "I told him I needed more soldiers!" Short staffed by his Lord.

I lower my face. I will not let him see that I feel sorry for him. I will not show pity. Although, my spark prays he will get through this. I can not believe I am siding with a 'Con I lift my face and look into his optic with pride, my guardian?

He is surprised by my reaction. I lean in and kiss his mouth tenderly. He tries to fight the need for touch and comfort. This time, he fails. I deftly stroke his cheeks, stroking up to the antenna. He moans deepening the kiss. I allow him to push deeper, but I will dominate the caresses. He lets me.

When I feel his temperature begin to rise I whisper, "Can you let me go?"

Softly he shakes his head and nuzzles into my neck. "It's not safe out there."

I keen and ask with a husky tone, "From whom?"

"Me," and sinks those mandibles to grip my neck without actually causing harm. It was the hand on my hip, with deft fingers wriggling into the crevice of my armor to tingle my underarmor that was the dangerous appendage.

And then he stops suddenly, pulling back for me to see his serious face. I understand now. No one knows about what is really going on up here with us. He can show no weakness. I know he is feared as much as his Lord Megatron is. Loyal servant to the Decepticon Warlord, protector of Cybertron until he comes back to claim it, or Prime extinguishes his very spark. He can not let me go. Caressing my cheek he gives me a sad smile, and yet, he can not let me stay as even a concubine or companion.

Dropping his hand, he strides away not telling me he is sorry. Instead I finish the statement, "You never would have found them if they had been smarter." He doesn't turn, so I scowl and continue with my own anger, "I mean slaggit!" the lavender tips perk, "Refugees, fine. Hiding and running, fine. But really? All the debris, garbage and foot prints. Seriously? A vacuum droid could have found and captured them." Shockwave laughed. He actually laughed at the truth of the statement.

So I scoff, "Oh yeah, you go ahead and scoff. You weren't the one happy as all get out in her secluded home amongst the wild life and my natural canyons of song and spirit when the screaming wailing and crying came. They came begging me to save them. I tried, but they wouldn't listen. And then the warriors came and destroyed-" He turns waiting for the next line. "- my life."

Honestly, we were in the same position. I was only trying to save them and the natural inhabitants of the canyon from destruction and extinction of war. Wasn't that what he was trying to do for the Cybertronian race as Guardian? A sacred and honorable duty.

We stared at each other and then floor. What was left to be said? "I just want to go home," I whisper.

"Me too," He whispers back. We both turn and look to the destroyed half of his home. Then we look to the canyons where I can not return.

I stride forward and strike him on the Decepticon shield with a fist in frustration, "I hate you and everything this has done." He lets me pound a few more times on him. I am no weakling, but am seriously out of shape due to my imprisonment.

Then he snaps. Grabbing my wrist he snarls back, "I hate you too and everything you represent."

~~~~~ This time it really should have been called rape. On who's side, I will let you be the judge. Armor was torn away at the hinges. Catches were sprung. Antenna were bent. Cries were emitted. Bites and scratches brought forth blood. Tears spring forth. The sheathing was forced and violent before the complete armor is removed. Claws were raked across very sensitive areas. It was a fight of limbs for striking. It was a fight of glossa for dominance. It was a fight of processor vs. it's own spark for control.

"I will not beg you!" I bark and scratch.

"I will not ask you to!" He growls and plunges deeper. I cry in delight, he moans in anger.

The battle continues leaving us rolling on the floor in fury with ourselves and each other. And then I can feel it, after my third. He is beginning to tense and bristle with static. His needs will release soon. This time I will not let him escape. I latch my peds around his calves. He will have to break my frame struts to get away this time. I dig my hands in deep and hard into the remaining shoulder panels clinging even harder. He throws his head back trying to yank away, but his arm is trapped between the floor, my aft and our combined weight. He jerks again. Perfect. I lunge and sink my blunt teeth hard into the exposed soft under armor of his neck marking him.

A primal mechly roar emits long and hard reverberating, making the very glass in the windows rattle and his body shake I heard the plates separated, and the light begin to glow. "Noooooo," I hissed this time. Too caught up in his own disgusted self, he slumped to the floor beside me. I curled within myself and howled, trying to shove my spark away. "No. No, this isn't happening and that growling howl. It would rival any of my Sonic male cyber-bears. And I?

I cast the thought aside deciding to concentrate on my bears. Normally if a female was in heat, she will wander through a male's territory and mark on top of his scent telling him she want him. He will come by and sniff it. A lot can be told by her scent: age, past cubs, illness you know. But it's not that. I just don't like people and their stupid social classes and chatter about inconsequential matters. I like nature. I like the simplicity of nature. It has reason, it has rhyme, it's own symphony.

"My brother said the same thing."

I don't move. "Telepathic too, are you?"

He chuckles ruefully, "No. Sonic Canyons. Kept trying to get me out there to see the beauty of it. Tried to get me to understand their waves of music. You know him and his music." To that I had to smile, everyone knows of Soundwave and his music. The voice orders, "Come."

This time I respond, "No."

And then a word I never thought I would hear, "Please?" Every so slowly I turn expecting to see a cannon at my head for refusing him. What I see is a smile. "I will take you out."

I point down to the dungeon, "Take me home and leave me there to die." He huffs and turns his back on me making way to go back to his lab. I have just refuse his compassion just as he has refused my pleasure. "Shockwave" pulling the elegant stopper, he takes a swig and hands it to me. I swig as well, like my academy days. A couple more times we pass it. Then he leans in, I lay back.

"Let me make love to you, Ranger, on your turf." I only nod. "After all, it's only fair, don't you think, after all the time in my damaged home?" I don't think I responded the rest of the night with a coherent word.

Here among my soft ground, listening to my beloved canyons sing a love ballad while the Guardian of Cybertron softly caressed my body with his it pained. Pained? Not my pain we've gone and actually done it?! I look down to my chest and there, I can see the toasted marks on my spark slit. We bonded without a gap between us: skin to skin: the most passionate way possible. That means, what ever emotional pain I'm feeling, its' mine. It's his? Shockwave feel this much seething emotional pain. Betrayal?

It was several days before he came back. In that time, I knew something else had happened. How do I tell him while he is in this much pain? Primus guide me, please.

Alone in the tower, I was getting scared. I could hear the rumors through the chattered call and cry from the lower floors. Peace? Treaty? New Prime? Plus the crazy weapons fire outside the tower. Like fireworks in the sky. Some coming a bit too close for comfort.

I was not ready for the blast in the ceiling and Shockwave's private shuttle Boltz to push her way through. Thrusters still active, the door slides open. His purple palm thrust out. This time he will take no other answer, "Come to me."

I come closer and ask, "What is it?"

The helmet is yanked off and thrown into the damaged room. Electrical and communication connections are sparking and damaged. "He betrayed me too. They all did. Everything I fought for was for not. I stayed here in solitude and sequestered for him to actually merge and become the new Prime with his brother? Even my own brother bows his knee to them. I. Nothing."

I reached out and took his hand, "No, Shockwave. Not for nothing. For everything. You did it. You kept Her safe. You kept me safe."

A tear slips from his optic, "I'm not ready to accept their terms."

I smile and squeeze his hand, "Then don't. But," I tug, "I will go with you." He pulls me aboard and tightly to his chest.

Burying his face in my neck another tear leaks, "I am not weak. I will not cave to a Prime no matter who half of him is."

"I know." I hold him tight. Eventually we will have to face the new Cybertronian race or else . our sparkling will be very lonely in their adult life, something we suffered together.

"Oh Primus, it worked," he gasps.

"It worked." I nod. And then it hits. The Autobots and Decepticons together saved the Cybertronian race.

Autobots launched the Well. Secretly both sides had stolen the remains of the Well Water in hopes of preserving their race via their faction. That secrecy actually forced propagation on both sides. And now, Shockwave looks down to my spark, one of them is his. He saved his heir's home.