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! This chapter is dedicated to Hunting Osprey! In honor of Sin's Of The Past. I will be writing a seperate fic, in honor of her fanfic. Because its amazing. One of my favorite stories. If you havent read it, you should. Its awesome.

"Com"

"Out Loud Talking"

Shimmer: Scout.

Shadowstrike: Sniper

Shatter: Demolition Specialist

Shrike: Medic/Torture Specialist

Sync: Commander

Episode Two- Sweet Revenge

Sync looked at the heavily encrypted transmission on his private channel with an expression of amusement. After all these years, his old friend had finally called in the favor he owed him. The hell riders had a mission. With a grin, he sent the transmission to the rest of his team.

Attn: Battle Axe

Time For Sweet Revenge.

Coordinates as follows.

Still Got The Music In Me.

Shrike blinked, grinning and opened a com link

"So, Jazz is still kicking. Good to hear."

"Be ready to roll in 0023 hours."

"Boo-YAH!"

Sync grinned as the voice of his over eager demolitions specialist came over the com and used the code words for pack up on explosives.

"Good to hear from you again you Shatter, I'd like you to pick me up some groceries"

Shatter, perched on the corner of a building across town grinned "Milk and eggs, or you want me to pick up some bread too?"

"Orange Juice."

Shatter's grin widened at the mention of the autobot equivalent of Liquid C-4 and leapt off the building he was perched on, turning into a sleek stealth jet and taking off just as said building crumbled to the ground in a pile of dust and rubble. "Right-o"

A gruff female voice echoed across the com "Elite Sniper Shadowstrike reporting for duty sir!"

"Holy slag Shadow, you almost sounded happy to hear from us!" A cheerful male voice piped up.

"I have a long range pulse rifle pointed at the back of your head Shimmer."

"Awwww, nothing says I love you like a hole in your armor"

"Shadow, think of it this way. If you kill Shimmer, we'll have to replace him. Which means, you'll have to work with someone new." Sync rolled his optics heavenward.

"Point taken sir."

"Shimmer, I want you to find out exactly what Jazz has planned. The rest of you, prepare for the mission."

"Yes sir."

With a grin, the most elite black ops team in the universe prepared for battle.

-Meanwhile, back on Cybertron.-

"SUNSTREAKER! MY OFFICE. NOW!" Optimus Prime's uncharacteristic yell echoed through the base. The object of his anger grinned and slapped his twin brother a high five.

"Ok, all clear on the plan brother of mine?"

"Duh. Get going."

"See you soon Sides!"

"Yeah if Prime doesn't have you deactivated." Sideswipe scowled, heading down the hall towards the med bay as his brother headed in for Optimus Prime's office.

-Five Minutes Later -

"You. Explain. Now." Sunstreaker tried his very hardest not to laugh as Optimus tried to do his usual hands on hips stance of your going to die now, but his bulging abdomen was making him look utterly ridicules.

"I was bored!"

"You were bored. Sunstreaker, need I remind you that we are in the middle of a war?" When Optimus Prime raised an optic ridge and rubbed his chin thoughtfully, Sunstreaker lost it.

As Sunstreaker laughed at him as if he was the funniest thing on Cybertron, Optimus Prime's only reaction was a barely noticeable twitch of the corner of his lip. "Is something about this situation funny to you Sunstreaker?"

Sunstreaker knew he was going to die, but simply could not stop himself "Yes... Mommy..."

Optimus Prime's optics narrowed.

Sunstreaker choked, struggling frantically to stop. He was so dead. Holy Primus was he dead. He knew it with every fiber of his being. Optimus Prime was going to dismantle him.

"Do I really look that funny?"

Sunstreaker blinked his optics, looking up at Optimus in suprise. He had been expecting to be yelled at or adleast scolded. Looking up, his laughter died. He had never seen an expression like that on the face of the never ending calm that was Optimus Prime. Optimus almost looked... Hurt.

"Optimus..."

Optimus looked away. "You will report to Prowl for punishment. I don't want to see you in my office for this again. Am I understood?"

Sunstreaker nodded.

"Good. That is all."

"Optimus... I'm sorry."

Optimus Prime stared at Sunstreaker's back as he walked out the door.

"Optimus to Prowl"

"Prowl here."

"Sunstreaker just apologized to me."

There was a stunned silence for a moment.

"For welding all the chairs in the rec room to the ceiling or signing his name on the wall in pink paint?"

"For calling me mommy."

Prowl laughed. "He called you mommy?"

"Yes."

"Shall I call Ratchet?"