I'm sorry about killing of Skyfire but I had to in order for the plot to move on. Please forgive me! Please?
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There are no real warnings for this chapter although it will be quite solemn. Just a little warning also when it goes to Prowl's memory there are some sensitive things in there so if you've read the previous chapters and understand what happened to Prowl and you didnt like it, Please do not read this memory if you are against anything thats happened to Prowl so far!
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Ratchet sighed as he looked over at Satelye, the little femme was curled up on one of the berths lying on her side. Since returning to the base she hadn't said a word to anyone only giving off a few audible sobs now and then, who could blame her first she had lost both of her parents and now her guardian. A quiet whine had him turning his attention back to her she was shaking and had curled up further into a ball. Slowly he walked towards her making himself known
"Satelyte?" he asked softly reaching a hand out to gently rub circles on one of her wings knowing it calmed seekers down, when she didn't reply he walked around to the other side of the berth. Tears were rolling down her faceplates as she quietly sobbed, he crouched down so he was at her level. He froze in shock as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder, Ratchet cautiously wrapped her arms around her and rubbed her wing joints as she cried. "It's ok little one"
As she continued to sob he looked over her shoulder to the other side of the room, Skyfire was on the berth furthest away covered in a white tarpaulin. No one had the spark to have the large shuttle used for spare parts, Ratchet himself had automatically refused to take the mech apart. Both Lennox and Epps had suggested that they bury him as the humans do with those they lose, Optimus and Prowl were currently in discussion with the governement about that particular possibility.
Looking down at her he inwardly sighed, no youngling deserved to go through what she had, then again no youngling ever deserved to grow up in the middle of a war. Sadly Satelyte had been exposed to the war and as such had lost her parents and Skyfire to the Decepticons, it would take a lot of work to give her the confidence she would need to grow up. At least she would have bots around her who would look after her and protect her, she had a friend in Rythm and the two little femmes seemed to get on well enough. It was only earlier that the two of them had been sat in the main hanger playing with a ball, speaking of which.
Ratchet looked down at Satelyte and noticed that she had fallen into recharge, gently he moved her and placed her down on the berth pulling thermal blanket over her. Quietly he moved across the room to where Skyfire's body was laying, as the CMO it was his job to make any offline bots presentable to their families and friends and in doing so clear the subspaces of all belongings. Skyfire had very little on him at the time of his death, a spare thermal blanket which most flyers carried, a locked datapad and the small ball Satelyte and Rythm had been playing with.
The medic picked up the datapad and clicked it on immediately it asked him for a passcode, it was none of his business what Skyfire kept on the datapad but no doubt Red Alert would want to know what the shuttle was hiding. Placing it back down he looked over to the recharing youngling, she would need a new guardian and soon, keeping her in the Med Bay with her offline guardian a few feet from her would do nothing to help her mental state. The door to the Med Bay opened, Ratchet looked up and saw Optimus walk inside.
"Hello Prime" Ratchet said quietly indicating the Satelyte, Prime nodded in understanding and walked over to him
"How is she Ratchet?" Optimus asked
"Devastated, she was crying in my arms a few minutes ago" the medic replied looking up at his CO "She is going to need a new guardian" Optimus nodded in agreement
"That she will" Prime turned to look at Ratchet "Was there anyone apart from Skyfire she trusted?"
"I never saw her with anyone else, well other than Satelyte. Prowl and Jazz however would not be able to take care of her, Jazz came to me the other day Prowl's still having problems." The red and blue mech sighed
"Elita and I could take her in, if we can't find her a better guardian then she will remain with us" Ratchet turned to look up at Optimus
"You do remember that Elita is carrying correct?" Optimus gave Ratchet a blank look "You won't be able to look after her and take care of Elita, these are your first sparklings perhaps if they weren't then it would be easier, I wouldn't recomend it at the moment"
"What do you suggest Ratchet?" he asked seriously folding his arms over his chassis, Ratchet sighed
"She seems to trust me, I can take her in until we can find someone more suitable to take her in." Optimus looked down at him
"You're willing to take her in? Are you sure about that Ratchet?" the medic rolled his optics and looked up at him
"Yes Optimus, I'm sure. She can stay with me" Prime nodded and placed a hand on his friend's shoulder
"Get some recharge Ratchet, it's getting late"
"I suggest you take your own advice Optimus, we don't need you collapsing on us tomorrow morning in that meeting." Optimus chuckled and left the Med Bay, Ratchet sighed and turned to face Satelyte. "Well this is new" walking over to her he watched as she twitched in her recharge, very gently Ratchet picked her up wrapping the blanket around her before leaving the Med Bay and going to his quarters. Once inside he laid down on the berth and gently placed her at his side, as he was dropping off to recharge he heard a little voice whisper
"Night Ratchet" he looked down at Satelyte and smiled as he saw her optics dim once more, perhaps taking her in as his charge would not be so bad afterall.
Jazz sat on the berth his back up against the wall holding a recharging Rythm in his arms, he watched as Prowl paced their quarters growling quietly. He stood up from the berth and placed Rythm down on her berth before pressing a kiss to her helm, turning around he looked at Prowl. The black and white mech growled punching the wall, Jazz winced and quickly checked their daughter was still in recharge. The silver mech then turned to face his sparkmate, walking across the room he wrapped his arms around his larger mate's waist.
"Prowler babe, calm down" he whispered
"Calm-? Jazz how the frag can I calm down?" Prowl growled quickly Jazz grabbed his sparkmate by the hand and dragged him into their washracks, shutting the door behind them he looked up into his sparkmate's optics. "Skyfire is offline Jazz! How the frag can you ask me to calm down?" Jazz grabbed his sparkmate's face and made him look into his optics
"Babe please calm down"
"It's my fault he's offline Jazz" Prowl shut his optics and dropped down onto his knees his sparkmate following "I should never have lead him to the Decepticon base, if I hadn't taken him on that fragging mission then Megatron wouldn't have come after him"
"No they would still have our daughter and the other femmes, Skyfire knew what he was doing when he went with ya" Jazz pulled Prowl into a hug
"If I had never survived then none of this would have happened" immediately Jazz pulled back and grabbed Prowl's face again
"Don't you dare say that! We'd be lost without you Prowler, I'd be lost without ya and Primus knows how Rythm would react. Don't ya dare say that ya should have offlined." Jazz gently stroked one of Prowl's doorwings and held his sparkmate close, Prowl shook in silent sobs as he relaxed in his mates grip. "Babe what's wrong?"
"I can't keep doing this Jazz" the two mechs fell into silence as Jazz waited for Prowl to continue, finally he spoke up once more "I can't keep sitting by and watching Megatron target everyone I know and love"
"Prowler we're at war, he's gonna go after anyone he can" neither spoke as Prowl sobbed quietly, holding his mate closer Jazz figured it was the only thing he could do for his mate at that moment. Skyfire's death had obviously done something to his mate's processor, "Prowler what's wrong babe? I know it's not just Skyfire that's caused this" Prowl clung to his mate burying his head in the silver mechs neck
"Please don't make me remember Jazz" he whispered "I just want to forget it all" Jazz tightened his grip on Prowl
"Ya gotta tell me babe, you need to get it out" Prowl shut his optics before reluctantly reaching out through their bond, Jazz responded his own spark latching onto that of his mate's. Both mechs stiffened slightly before Jazz too shut off his optics and placed his head on Prowl's shoulder accepting the option to view the memory being offered to him.
Prowl's memory...
Prowl groaned his body going limp in the chains and his intakes working hard, Megatron walked around his prisoner and chuckled deeply. He looked down at the injured mech in front of him, using one claw he tilted the mechs head back so they locked optics.
"You really should just give me all the information I want Autobot" he stated grinning
"N-Never" Prowl whispered unable to speak any louder due to the damage done to his vocaliser, Megatron laughed making Prowl wince
"You do realise what I will do to the rest of the Auotbots should you not give me the required information. I will tear them apart limb by limb in front of your very optics, starting with the young scout. I tore out his vocaliser it's time that I finished the job hm?" Megatron moved away allowing Prowl to drop his head down "Perhaps I should tear his optics out next and bit by bit take him apart saving his very spark for last. Do you want him to suffer such pain? You can prevent it all if you just give me the information that I want" Prowl shut his optics and mentally recited a prater to Primus trying to block out the things Megatron was saying. "And what of his femme hm? Arcee was it, a very pretty addition to the Autobots it would be a shame for her to be violated in ways you Autobots condemn. I'm sure my mechs would enjoy having her here. She would make a prefect slave don't you think Autobot? Wearing the helm of her lover around her neck? Yes, all the while you can watch." The last few words had Prowl snapping out of his thoughts
"Leave them be Megatron" he whispered "Using others to get what you want is cowardly" Megatron laughed once more and circled Prowl as a predator would its prey
"Do you not understand Autobot? They do not have to suffer, all you have to do is tell me what I want to know. How many Autobots remain on Cybertron and how many are coming to Earth?" he roared punching Prowl in the back of the helm, the black and white mech yelled out in both surprise and pain. Shutting his optics once more he focused on sending soothing pulses to the sparkling growing within him, baffled that it was still alive after everything he had been through. "Listen to me when I talk to you!" Megatron screamed grabbing one of Prowl's doorwings and tearing it off, Prowl screamed in pain as the sensitive appendage was torn clean off. "Do you want to suffer in this way? Do you want your friends to suffer?" the door to the interigation room opened and Soundwave walked in, Prowl mentally screamed wondering how he was going to survive anymore. His processor was going to shatter from such much torture.
"Lord Megatron" Soundwave greeted handing the warlord a datapad, Megatron threw Prowl's doorwings down in front of the black and white bot. A malicious grin appeared on his faceplates as he read the contents. The silver mech dismissed Soundwave before turning back to his prisoner, trailing a claw through the energon that coated Prowl's back from the missing doorwing. Prowl unwillingly whimpered in pain making Megatron's grin wider,
"Your brothers are coming to Earth Autobot, Soundwave intercepted a communication between them and Prime" he hissed the name of his brother but watched the terrified look appear on his captive's face. "Should you give me the information I want then I will allow your brothers to live, with all of their limbs attatched" As much as Prowl loved Smokescreen and Bluestreak he didn't want to weaken the Autobot defences, reluctantly he shook his head. "Then I will do to them what I did to your sparkmate. I will tear them in half and revel in their yells of pain, I will gladly watch as their sparks extinguish. I will bring their heads back and leave them in front of your very optics, you will know that you could have saved your brothers from the same fate your mate suffered." He hissed pouring a vile of acid into Prowl's wound causing him to scream in pain before leaving the room. Prowl shut his optics and sobbed from both the agony he was in and the emotional turmoil he was feeling.
"Please Primus stop this" he whimpered 'Kill us both' he thought 'I don't want my sparkling to suffer the same fate as myself' the emotions of confusion and fear assualted his spark, the sparklings was picking up on his own worries and the pain he was suffering from. Sending the growing being a wave of love and comfort once more he directed all non-essential energon flows to his sparkling in an attempt to keep it alive.
End of the memory...
Jazz gasped as he pulled back and stared at Prowl who still had his optics shut, that was why Skyfire's death had affected him so badly and why he blamed himself. Megatron had threatened to hurt everyone Prowl knew if he didn't give away any information, although Prowl was not directly to blame for the mech's death he thought that because of what Megatron had said while he was a prisoner it was a direct action against him.
"Prowler babe" he whispered "Skyfire didn't die because ya didn't tell Megatron anything, he died cause he did what was right and Megatron hated that."
"It's my fault Jazz" Prowl whispered his voice cracking "I should have died at the Decepticon base, Skyfire would still be alive if I had. None of you would be in this position" Jazz grabbed his sparkmate by the face
"Don't you ever say that! I love you! Your brothers love you! And Rythm, she would be spark broken without you Prowler!"
"Just give me back to the Decepticons Jazz, I don't want any of this happening again"
"NO!" Jazz shouted gripping Prowl's shoulders "I won't lose ya again! I can't! Don't EVER say that Prowler!" Jazz grabbed onto his mate and pulled him into a hug "Please don't ever ask me to do that again babe" he whispered nuzzling Prowl's neck, the black and white mech remained silent.
"Da!" the two mechs looked towards the door of the washracks, Jazz quickly kissed Prowl
"See babe, our lil femme is asking for ya. She's why ya shouldn't ever ask to be given back to those fraggers" Prowl wiped his optics before allowing Jazz to take his hand and pull him to his feet, even so he knew the only way this nightmare would stop would be to return himself to the Decepticons.