Ok, so, I got a challenge to write an angst fest with a HAPPY ending. Big challenge huh? I've decided to use torture. Torture is always angsty. Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Warning: RAPE!
Episode One- ANGST!
Optimus Prime groaned as he was yanked out of stasis by a shock probe rammed into his interface port.. Struggling against the pain, he forced his face into an expression of fierce determination, blue optics burning into deep red ones.
"Welcome back Optimus, are you ready to talk? " The decepticon in front of him sneered
"I have nothing to say to you." He ground out, keeping his voice steady.
"Oh I think you do." He barely held back a cry of pain as the probe was shoved in further.
"I...Have nothing to say to you."
He shuddered slightly as she grabbed the last remaining finger on his right hand and twisted until it came off in a sparking mass of wires, but managed to keep his pain silent. That failed when the probe was rammed in even further and twisted. Optics flickering, he screamed.
"See? I told you."
"I... I have... Nothing... To... Say... To... You." Optimus shuddered again, struggling to regain his composure.
"Oh I bet I can get more out of you. We've decided to spark tap you."
Optimus Prime's optic's widened. Spark tapping was a barbaric method of draining the life out of a captor, by inducing repeated sensory overload, causing the spark involuntarily release energy. Spark-Sharing, was a sacred connection between two autobots. Spark tapping, was rape. His voice was barely a whisper as he met her optics, not believing even a decepticon could be so cruel. "Why?"
"To power drones of course.."
Optimus felt as if he was going to be ill. He had to fight this. His mind scrambled for a way out as his chest plate was ripped off. His last word was "Please..." Before the electrical pulse coming through the probe rammed in his interface increased and his ability to speak was stolen from him as burning agony tore through his entire system and his voice became a twisted scream that he no longer had the will to hold back.
-Three Days Later-
A shadowy figure dropped behind the guard standing infront of the med bay of the decepticon base. With a quick flick of the wrist, the guard slid to the floor, his vocal processor and main energon line slit neatly. A soft smirk crossed his face and he motioned with his hand, three more figures stepping out of the shadows.
The smallest of the four punched a code into the key pad and the door slid open. The other two Mech's stood infront of the door, keeping guard as the shadowy figure and the dark blue and white mech cautiously entered the room. The shadowy figure winced as he saw the almost unrecognizable form on the table in middle of the room. Energon leaked from the twisted, sparking stumps that had been his legs and fingers. He knew enough about torture to know the decepticons had gone at it with no holds barred. The dark blue and white mech leaned over the prone form.
"Optimus sir, can you hear me?"
Optimus moaned softly, his voice barely audiable as his optics flickered and began to glow weakly "P...Prowl..."
"I'm here." Prowl smiled comfortingly. "I brought Jazz and Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. We're going to get you out."
Optimus Prime shuddered, his optics flickering and going dim as his systems went into stasis lock.
-two hours later-
Ratchet hid his shock at the state Optimus was in behind a mask built from years of facing death on a daily basis. "On the table. FOR PRIMUS SAKE! MOVE IT! Prowl! Hand me that clamp... SIDESWIPE GET THE SLAG OUT OF MY WAY!"
Ratchet worked tirelessly, welding, rewiring, replacing broken lines and paneling that had been ripped clean off. He cut off the flow of energon to Optimus's severed limbs and preformed a transfusion. When Optimus was finally stable, he cleared out the medbay, locked the door and spoke to Prowl.
"What I'm about to say, does not leave this med bay. Agreed?"
Prowl nodded.
"He's been spark tapped." Ratchet said quietly.
Prowl narrowed his optics. "Primus..."
"It caught." Ratchet met Prowls widening optics.
"How is this possible?"
"I don't know. I have a theory. There is a possibility that the leadership matrix has acted as a creation spark."
"Is the sparkling a threat to his life?"
"No."
"Finish your repairs. Inform me the moment he is online."
"Yes sir." A silent understanding was reached. Prowl turned on his heel and Ratchet sighed, reaching for a soldering iron, returning to what he did best.
-20 minutes later-
"Ra...Ratchet..."
Ratchet smirked, not surprised by the fact that Optimus had defied the odds and come online sooner then any normal mech should have been able to and didn't look up from his weld. "Were you expecting someone else Optimus?"
"Thank...Primus..." Optimus's voice was a hoarse whisper, his optics flickering weakly.
"Primus isn't the one welding your sorry aft back together." Ratchet grumbled, lacing his voice with his usual grumpy tone, hoping he could get Optimus to flash one of his usual smiles. He shoved aside the worry filling his spark when he was met with an expression of sorrow instead.
"Ratchet...They..."
Ratchet looked up sharply "You don't have to say it. I already know."
"Ratchet... I can feel him..."
Ratchet sighed heavily, setting down his welding torch and looking into Optimus Prime's optics with gentle sympathy. "If I thought it would help Optimus, I would tell you how sorry I am that this has happened. I will say this. For now, you need to heal. Focus on the future, when you are certain you have one."
A streak of blue trickled down Optimus Prime's cheek and he nodded weakly. Ratchet grabbed a clean rag and wiped his commander's cheek clear. Optimus tried to turn away, his voice as firm as he could possibly make it. "I...Am... Fine."
"The door is locked Optimus." Ratchet looked down at him, optic ridge raised.
"I...Am...Fine."
Ratchet braced himself for what he knew was coming. They had been through this so many times before. A secret trust shared between them. Playing a role that only he was capable of, Ratchet began repairs of a different sort. Repairs that had nothing to do with the body. Keeping his voice gruff he continued to look down at Optimus with a raised optic ridge. "Optimus, do I look stupid to you?"
"Please..." Optimus shuddered, trying in vain to fight what he knew was coming.
"Please what?" Ratchet didn't budge.
"Primus..."
In an instant, Ratchet had his arms around Optimus, muffling the hysterical sobs that tore from him against his body as he revealed a side of himself that he kept carefully hidden behind a wall of duty and sacrifice. The healing had begun.