Author's note: Yes, same as before. This is a joint fan fic. I'm writing it, based on ideas being thrown at me by MouseDragon, who I will add again is an awesome writer. You should read her stuff. Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. Don't sue me. Warning: ANGSTY SLASH! SLASH means HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIP. If you have a problem with that, get a life... Or don't read my fan fic. I recommend getting a life. Other warning: This chapter is all about passion. There will be kissing and caressing and most importantly, the reestablishment of a spark bond.

Episode 4- Finding you again.

Ratchet couldn't think as Barricade pressed him against the wall, passion taking control of them both. Sparks leapt at each other, frantic to grab onto a spark bond that had been severed and withheld for far too long, a painful reminder of what they had known all along. Ment to be together. Made for each other. Destined to be one.

Ratchet lost himself in the hungry kisses of the one who had been denied him for far too long. Fighting, he regained control "Cade... Slow... Down..." The other grunted and pulled back, gazing curiously at the panting bot beneath him with a crooked grin. "Too much?" Barricade asked, sounding amused. Ratchet stroked his cheek. "I'm afraid..." He admitted softly.

Instantly Barricade was away from him, standing several feet away. "I am sorry..." he said, his voice tinged with sadness.

Ratchet moved quickly, covering the distance between them and embracing the bot he knew almost as well as himself, listening to the gentle thrum of his spark. "I've worked so hard to forget what you are to me..."

Barricade kissed his forehead. "I know..."

"D...d...d...don't...s...s...stop...n...n...now...w...w...was...j...j...just g...g...getting...g...g...good!"

Barricade and Ratchet almost moved simultaneously to the table where Frenzy lay, his intense blue optics bright with amusement as he watched them. "b...b...b...bout...t...t...time..."

"Frenzy..." Ratchet whispered softly.

"A...a...auto...b...b...bot...s...s...scum!" Frenzy bellowed and flipped him off.

Barricade chuckled. "It's alright little one, you don't have to pretend any longer."

Frenzy looked up at Barricade, then like a silver bolt of lightning was in Ratchet's arms, chittering and clinging. "P...P...P...Promise?"

Barricade, with a tinge of guilt "Promise. We no longer have to hide."

Frenzy curled up against his co-creators chest plate "N...N...Never...A...A...Apart...A...A..Again!"

Ratchet, tears of blue streaking down his face as he held his little one and whispered. "Never again."

... 9, 402 years ago...

Ratchet stared in horror at the energon dripping down Barricade's legs as he staggered forward, cupping something in his hands. "R...R...Ratch..."

"Cade...What..."

"It...Caught... The spark... Help...Help me..." Barricade's optics flickered as he slumped against the lover he had scorned and he held out the sparkling he had kept so carefully hidden.

Ratchet's spark swelled as he realized what this meant. "We made a sparkling?"

Barricade nodded exhaustedly "Worse..."

Ratchet looked down at the little sparkling in his arms. It took him a moment to see it. A creation matrix. "A femme? We made a femme..." Horror filled him as he realized what would happen to the little sparkling if it was found out that what she was. A femme in a society that had so few. She would be turned into a breeder if she stayed with the autobots, raped and killed if Megatron found her. He felt his spark breaking. "What..."

"Re...Rebuild her... I will... Claim... She is a damaged symbiote... Megatron will believe and let her alone while she grows... Hide in plain sight..." Barricade slumped, his optics going dim as Ratchet fought the horror building in him at the plan his spark mate had proposed.

Regardless of his horror, he had to admit it was the only way for the sparkling to survive without being forced into a life of servitude or being tortured and destroyed. For Barricade, he would do anything. Sighing heavily, he looked down at the sleeping Sparkling in his arms and the unconcious bot that had asked him to sacrifice them both to save them.

He worked through the night, the best work he had ever done. In the end, the tiny sparkling had been given upgrades no sparkling so new had ever been given. Her chassis twisted and changed to hide her true gender, her protoform forcefully implanted with transformation cogs. Her programing processor had been tweaked to absorb at 98.6 more then any sparkling had ever been placed at and it had already been put to use as he uploaded data files directly into her systems, bypassing her childhood stage as completely as he could without damaging her. A carefully placed "weld scar" covered the right side of her head, which would be used to explain her lack of communication skills and sparkling like personality and behavior.

When it was over, he knew Barricade the spy would become Barricade the decepticon, taking his little sparkling with him, keeping her safe and protected under his armor, next to his spark.. Ratchet would not argue. There would be no second thoughts. When it came to the protection of a sparkling, nothing else was important.

They spent one last night together, lost in each others arms. When it came time for Barricade to report back to Megatron, he carefully tucked the sleeping sparkling under his armor and shattered the spark bond between them, turned on his heel and walked into the night without another word.

Time went by, as it always did. Eventually, Ratchet stopped secretly scanning the decepticon casualty lists for any sign of his former spark mate and sparkling and moved on with his life. He had a job to do. There was no time for grief, or the anger and hurt he fought to hide, every time he heard someone talk about how Barricade had betrayed them all. Only Ratchet and Barricade knew the truth and to protect that which they both held precious, they would take it to the matrix if need be.