The Ones In Command
By: MyNameIsJag
Chapter 14: Finding Home
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with TF or any of the franchise. The name for my chapters are weird…
Notes: There are stories out there about the Praxians being closely related to the Seekers, so this idea popped up. Also there is a surprise guest from another TF generation in here for my amusement. Mech/Mech slash that kind of thing get it. Odd pairings Prowl/Ratchet/Red Alert with other couples thrown in.
Warning: It's starting to get more and more adult themed…then again it started off with the mentioning of decapitated helms and dry humping… I don't think I have any shame left, which works for me. T-M in this chapter, depending on who you are.
'Home is where your heart chooses it to be, for a house is only a shelter for your body as the heart is the shelter for all that you love.' Me
Thanks to: Darkeyes17, Vigatus, Sideslip, EcchoKat, ShiTiger, Kitt21, agent doo, Grey Grapevines, Ayama, smoking caramels
Being related to Seekers meant having some of the same programming and Prowl has been suppressing his for way too long. Now the codes are out and he wants a Trine and two poor bots won't know what hit them.
"Stop glaring at me, Tricks!"
"I have every reason to glare at you, Firedolt!"
Hound rubbed his temple at the current argument, he had no idea what possessed the racecar to pop up and terrify the young fliers but it was a pain in the aft.
"You broke my wings! Do you know how much material it took to make those!"
That was true, after the multicolored mech practically sauntered his way out of the shuttle and announced, 'Here I am my dears, your lovely master as arrived'…Fireflight attacked him with the stick…
It was amusing to watch him go after the dressed mech screaming how Tracks was going to turn them all into zombie vampires and that he was too young to have sparklings.
"My skirt! It's filthy now! Oh, Kitt, I am so sorry that your wonderful outfit has been ruined by an idiot…"
The tracker wondered where that spotlight came from that was on the car and why he was doing a dramatic pose to sad music…and who was Kitt?
Slingshot snorted, "Can you really blame him, the mention of your name makes someone want to beat something with a stick."
Air Raid giggled, "That sounds dirty, Sling."
The multicolored mech stepped back in horror before smirking and placing his servos on his hips, "Why, I never knew you wanted to 'beat' me with your 'stick'," he did some kind of gesture with his servo, "this must just be your whole gestalts way of foreplay, getting riled up and dirty."
Silence…then Skyfire started laughing…Hound just gave them all a look as the Arielbots finally got hit with the words…and Fireflight was freaking out again.
"I want no baby of yours!"
And the same stick from before hit the racecar in the face as the youngest flier threw it at the mech.
Tracks just puffed up, "I wouldn't want you to have them! I would want my darlings to be gorgeous!"
Slingshot just shrugged, "Adoption is great thing because anything that comes from you won't be."
"Why you little-"
"What about your sparkling, Hound?"
The jeep turned his helm to the side to see Skydive staring from beside him, "I don't have any sparklings."
"I think he is asking about the young spark that you are currently carrying," the shuttle's voice echoed through the bay.
It took Hound a klik to realize what was just said…then he promptly freaked out, "WHAT DO YOU MEAN CARRYING!"
"Oh, well…considering most fliers are Seeker kin, we have the codes that allow us to recognize a Carrier…I suppose from your reaction you did not know?"
The tracker threw his servos up and pointed at the ceiling, "NO!, I CAN'T BE SPARKED, I STILL HAVE MY SPARK SEALS!"
"TMI, Hound, TMI.", the racecar wagged a digit at him.
"Shut it, Queen Aft Pain, can't you see I'm panicking?"
Skyfire let out a 'pity laugh', clearly uncomfortable now, "Umm, sometimes things can managed to get around them…if your partner is…well…more of a mech then others…"
The green mech let his face fall into his servos, this was not happening…he was not having this conversation with these mechs here…
"You should be more careful during interface."
And now he was glaring at the tricolor mech, "I am not going to take a lecture about interface safety from you, Tracks."
-Break-
He wasn't surprised to see the guns pointed at him…not that he cared…no, he was more focused on the figure screaming at them to stand down…
He looked a little different, probably this world's vehicle mode…but he knew who it was…and he threw open that closed bond…and the love and worry from his lost mate filled his very spark to the core…every emotion that the smaller was feeling rang through him…he returned it back with his own emotions of love…
Arms wrapped around his shattered frame as he nearly stumbled out of the single mech ship, his injuries numbed by the sheer force of the presence of his mate. They collapsed in a weeping pile as they held on tightly to each other, afraid that they might just disappear before their very optics, that all of this was just a wishful dream.
He gently turned that face he had missed so much towards his, his thumb brushed away the tears, he could feel himself locking up from low energy but it didn't matter…he had to see that smile before he did. His cultured voice sounded so shattered as the words left his mouth, "Dear Primus, Smokescreen…I…damn it all, I've missed you," he stroked over that cheek he had longed to touch for so long, "I love you."
There…that laugh…that smile…it warmed him in an absolute glow as his mate reached up to kiss him gently, "You are such…a predictable sap," another kiss, "you have no idea how much I've missed that," smaller servos hung on to him desperately, "don't ever leave me again…please…"
And they both were crying, the bigger mech could feel his frame slipping off into recharge to save what energy he had left, "Never, Smokes…I swear I will never leave you alone again…"
Finally the darkness claimed him…yet he was still happy…his last image before he passed out…was that of his lover and not some battle ruined city…or the end of a gun…but his love…his mate…his Smokescreen.
-Break-
Red Alert watched them through the cameras, the rush of frames were nearly a optic blinding fury if it wasn't for his training. Two monitors were focused on two familiar white mechs, one hurrying to save the life of a strange bot that the only knowledge they had of him was that he was the sparkmate of Smokescreen, the other was dissipating the crowd while calming the fellow Praxian.
He had no idea what they were thinking, how they could remain so calm in the mist of panic, prepared for the worst with a front of confidence…while he himself was the opposite.
But that didn't mean he wasn't aware of the door sliding open behind him, his sensors already telling him who it was, "What do you want Inferno?"
A snort, "Wonder how they feel about being watched all the time…a little creepy isn't?"
Sky colored remained on the screens while sensors kept aware of the visitors, "Nothing new about that, I usually am watching, it is my job."
The installed radar briefly showed the firefighter moving to lean against the wall, "So it is, eh, remember all those cameras you had secretly installed…fun times with those."
Yeah, he remembered, he had placed them in everyone's rooms during one of his fits…he had them in case someone was going to do something…the large mech behind him used the footage for his own personal uses.
"The showers were my favorite," he was moving now to stand behind the SD, placing both servos on the back of the chair while leaning over, "got you all riled up too."
No, he just did what the rescue bot told him to do, he could care less about the interface lives of the others…he just wanted to make the other happy, "Say what you want and get out."
"Come on Red, you can't honestly say we didn't have fun in here," a servo reached down and traced over one of the horns, "so much fun."
A growl and the Lambo snapped his helm away, standing out of his chair to face the intruder, "Get out."
"Come on-"
"Get. Out."
The roll away chair was moved out of the way as Inferno decided he needed to take a step closer to the smaller mech, "You need me Red, I was the only one who could stand your fits, your accusations, I took you back after that whole thing with Starscream when everyone else shunned you. You can't even protect yourself, you need me, not some perverted SIC or that medic, only me."
He reached out to grab the security mech, only to fall backwards and thudding on the ground from a surprise attack.
Red Alert didn't say anything as he suddenly sprung forward, knocking the larger mech down with his hidden strength, the only sounds were that of deep growls as he slashed into the thick armor with the sharp tips of his digits. An add on from his Ops training, used to get out of bounds and for a quick weapon when needed.
He could protect himself, he wasn't weak, he wasn't crazy, he didn't care about what the others thought of him!
His servos kept clawing at the armor before he let out a scream as he was suddenly jerked off, "Let me go, let me go!"
Arms tightened around him and he was brought close to the warmth of a chassis he knew all too well, the spark beat echoing through his sensors, no words were spoken but the feeling was there…he was safe now…he was with his Trine Leader…
He curled up into the other, "I'm sorry…"
-Break-
Hound stared at the door to his and Mirage's room…two Special Ops mechs living together wasn't usual but neither were they, a bot that was literally raised on his own and the Towers mech that was raised in luxury.
Mirage was cultured…sophisticated…the definition of beauty and grace…
He was raised like a wolf…grown as wild as the animals in the woods, his frame was just plain…
The white and blue mech was known to be the gorgeous Towers spy that would go on undercover mission invisible…and that's who he was. He was as he appeared to be.
The green jeep…even with his smiles and laid back attitude…was the mech that was sent to retrieve the ones who got caught.
Jazz and Mirage could waltz there way in and out without a problem, like they were supposed to do…when he was sent…there was no waltzing…he was supposed to leave without a spark left behind. He was to kill who ever came across his path not avoid them like the others…there was no simple get in and get out plan…there was only death.
Jazz would dance around any problem, Mirage would just disappear from the first sign off trouble, Bumblebee was small enough to escape through paths others were unable to go through…Hound…when he showed up…he was the problem, he made the spilled energon appear upon the walls and ceilings, there was no escape from him.
He was a trained murderer…sure the Towers mech had killed his fair share but when he was sent it was for information…not like the tracker…Hound was sent to kill…
A beast with the face of a lamb…the killer who was never expected…he was the Pit Hound that was unleashed to bring death upon whoever the chain holder wished to be gone…he was…a monster…
That was now a Carrier…
He glanced down at his chassis, noticing that he had been unconsciously rubbing the area, would Mirage accept this new spark…would they be able to give it the love it needed…would they…he…be good enough for it…would it be forced into this war that was not it's own.
He shouldn't think like that…no…he would think better then that…
This…tiny being would be his restart…to forget all that lives he had taken to give this life what it deserved. He would change from what he was, there wasn't much need anymore for his 'skills' since waking here on this planet. He would take this chance to take the road toward the family he always wanted but never had, he would give his all to his child and if Mirage didn't agree…well…he was used to being able to take care of things himself.
A deep intake and he walked through the door…
-Break-
Smokescreen patted the servo in his as he stared at the prone figure recharging on the medbay berth…Illusion…Primus, it was so long since he saw his love…but now with Ratchet's repairs, he looked the same as he did when they first met.
"Didn't know you were sparkbonded."
He glanced over his shoulder to see the twins before turning back to dark colored mech, "It hurt to talk about him…", in fact if it wasn't for the medics gone to see about S.A.R.I's alert to the monitor room, he wouldn't be talking now…but he had a feeling that they needed this talk.
"It always does when your separated from the ones you love, forced apart from…circumstances…or," he glanced back at them, "torn away from selfish desires."
They didn't say anything…
He sighed and slowly shuttered his optics offline, "My kind…Prowl's kind…Bluestreak's kind…we spend our entire lifecycles building up a family, searching for those who would make us complete," his grayish blue optics onlined to stare at them, "a bond is sacred to us, we thrive for it…and when it is betrayed…"
He paused, the image of Mirror passed through his processor for a moment before he turned back to his mate, "It is the greatest sorrow we can feel and is usually punishable by our culture," he brought the large servo up to his face, gently placing the palm against his face, he could feel the life flow through the digits, "Prowl had agreed to let me choose what is to happen to you but I believe…losing someone is the worst punishment there is, more so knowing they are there in front of you and you are unable to reach out for them."
A shuffle behind him, they were uncomfortable, finally one of them spoke, "It…is…"
The Datsun nodded, "When you hurt him, it wasn't like the other times where you would disappear behind his back with a bot, you did this in front of him…it showed that you would choose some random quick face over the love and dedication he had for you. It was hard for him to know you were chasing others but to see it and be rejected in the way you did him…if you were bonded like a real trine…it would have killed him, that's why it such a serious offense."
"What, we didn't know that!"
He couldn't tell who was who, the panic in the voice hide the identity but it didn't matter, "No, you didn't…but would it really have mattered…can you honestly say you would have changed what you did? You wouldn't have, because you always thought he would be there…waiting in the empty space of your room…because you thought it he would never leave…"
No response.
He gave one finally hard look at them, "I believe any physical punishment I give you would do no good, so I will live you with the scars of thoughts of what you have done and what you have lost. Go and sleep with whatever you deem worthy enough to grace your berth for a night but know that in the end you will be only left with the wrongs and regrets to fill that you have chased away. No one will be there to bring the sound of joy and love that you so desperately crave but instead you will suffer alone in the silence that you have created. You had a chance to have that one bot that would have called you his own and you stomped on it like the selfish sparklings you are."
Smokescreen turned away from them, "Yes, you will have those that will care for you but you will never have what you had with him again…you have no one to blame but yourselves."
He heard nothing from them, he expected an out burst, screaming that he was wrong…instead he heard the opening and shut of the doors…they had left and he was fine with that…
He had Illusion to care for at the moment.
R&R
Tbc
Emotional, yes. One more chapter to go my friends and the final conclusion comes in.
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