Well, looks like I did make it to chapter two, go me! Well I have this planned to be a multi-dimensional fic, meaning some chapters will be from Elita's point of view, and other, from those around her, Megatron, and even Optimus at some point. I hope you all enjoy.

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Prisoner

Chapter 2: Secret

The Autobot base had gotten exceedingly quite with the absence of so many of their soldiers. The best that the Autobot Army had to offer had been taken on the Arc hoping to match the Decepticons' strength. The place seemed lonely, but never boring, there was a constant alert for raids from the Decepticons still on Cybertron, and there had been a few casualties. Their senior medicleft on Cybertron had been killed, along with his team, leaving the Autobot resistance crippled, and their medical staff composed of a few femmes with basic training for simple injuries or illness.

Nothing like what was happening to Elita.

At first she had simply that she had a heavy spark, torn between to mechs, not knowing which one truly meant more to her. But the constant companion of Megatron's presence within her made her worry, along with her sudden need for extra energon then she was used to consuming. She snuck into the medical bay and slipped back out with an archive, glancing through it, hoping to find out what was wrong with her.

The Cybertronian test showed nothing of her symptoms, and she thought perhaps it was her imagination. The femme kept the archive anyway, in case something else came up to hint at her being sick.

It did.

Almost a week after she took the archive from the medical bay she found the need to look through it again. She's been vomiting every morning for three days. In the privacy of her quarters she looked up the vomiting symptom, and eliminated possibility after possibility by examining her body, until she got to a particular condition which required her to look at her spark.

In front of the mirror, she opened up her chest-plates to examine the jewel within. And almost shrieked in surprise. There, attached to her spark, was another, smaller one. Even as she stared at it she couldn't believe her optics.

A sparkling.

The first thing she became consciously aware of was a sweep of love for the tiny thing she was carrying. The second a shocking realization that this was Megatron's child…the barrier he had worn must have been broken and he had been unaware of the fact. A weak bond had formed, weak, but still strong enough to create a sparkling. Finally a stab of shame and guilt at her folly sliced through her.

She was an Autobot carrying the offspring of her consort's worse enemy.

A traitor.

Terrified Elita looked through the archive, trying to find something she could do, but her only options were to either spark the child, or terminate. An image of the tiny spark she had within her flash before her optics. She couldn't terminate the helpless little thing. No mother should be able to do such a thing. She had to keep it.

She had to hide it.

The pink femme read the chapter on sparking in the archive carefully. She would have this spark within her for sometime before it was ready to be moved from her, and there were several symptoms she would have to hide, but thankfully, there was no one with enough medical knowledge to recognize anything as more than a simple virus she could handle on her own.

Day after day Elita examined her sparkling in the mirror. Each day the spark became a little brighter, a little bigger, and one day she saw her energon storage was being tapped into the create a simple frame around the spark.

Unbeknownst to her, or anyone, a small robot wearing the insignia of the opposing army snuck through the base, recording images around it, and sending it back to its comrades, an attack was planned for when contract with their leader was at last made. It stopped at her quarters, and slowly slid the door open. The little Decepticon filmed Elita examining her sparkling and speaking gently to it.

"What will I name you?" she asked it. "Will you be a mech or a femme?" as she whispered she had a hand in her chest, gently stroking the slowly forming child.

The con zoomed in on the image, to be sure that the sparkling with Elita One would be seen by Shockwave, whom he was to send his findings to. Without shutting the door, the con leapt out and as silently as it came, left.

Elita closed her armor around the sparkly protectively as she heard footsteps coming down the hall, and almost panicked when she saw that her door had been open. "Elita?" a voice called.

"Y-yes Chromia?" She replied standing up and walking over to her.

"I…thought I heard you talking to someone. Is everything alright?" The blue femme asked.

Elita nodded, and pointed to her audios, "Private call. Everything's fine."

Chromia smiled, "Good, you've been acting might strange lately. There's been a rumor that you've gone insane out in the cities."

Elita laughed, "Well I can assure you, no such thing has happened yet."

Chromia laughed with her, and stood up, "Come on, the girls and I want to show you something."

Elita followed. The 'something' was a plan to get back at the Decepticons for all their raids. "We tried to talk Alpha Trion and Beta into letting you come," Firestar told her, Elita's spark pulsed with excitement. "but they said it was dangerous enough as it is." It dropped again.

"We're sorry my lady." Moonracer said, "We really wish you could join us."

"Me too." Elita sighed sadly.

After a few minutes of discussion Elita left, no longer being needed.

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Left on Cybertron to guard it until Megatron's return, Shockwave supervised all Decepticon activity, and waited for his leader to make contact, and give them any orders. He was making another report, hoping that it would reach Megatron, sure that the only reason their leader hadn't replied was because none of his reports had made it to him, when a small spy unit arrived claming it had something 'juicy'

Shockwave watched the recording listening with half-interest to the spy's commentary.

"Here this is it!" He exclaimed suddenly, "This is what I was talking about!"

Shockwave looked up, his single yellow optic blinking as he watched an image of Elita One, leader of the female Autobots, Optimus Prime's counterpart, appeared on screen. "Interesting," he muttered to himself adding this information to his report, "very interesting…"

The screen zoomed in on Elita and the secret she was carrying…

TBC

I'm already working on the next chapter. Man, am I on a roll! Please remember to review.