Author's Note:... *evil grin* I'll admit, I wanted to do this way too badly.
... I'm so sadistic...
Disclaimer:... Things would be this bad for Optimus regularly if I owned Transformers...
The Prime observed his team. Bumblebee was cornered in an alleyway with nowhere to go, Blitzwing aiming some very scary looking blasters and cannons at his helm. Prowl and Bulkhead were also pinned against a building, Lugnut pointing a set of very scary looking cannons at them.
And then there was Ratchet.
His medic's entire left arm was limp, the shoulder sparking. Optics too bright, probably from pain. He wasn't letting these things get to him. Ratchet's entire face was pulled into a grimace, his unharmed limbs fighting the best they could. Granted that wasn't much as Megatron had a very strong grip.
Optimus grimaced under his facemask. "What do you want Megatron?"
A sneer. "What would I want, Prime?"
An indelicate snort. Prime shifted his grip on his axe, unconsciously shifting his pedes for an easier position to swing. "Cybertron. The Allspark. Me to surrender. Take your pick."
Megatron shifted his medic-turned-shield to better cover his chassis. He chuckled. "Well I do want all three, but for the short term... I want your surrender for the safe return of your medic."
All Autobots' (but Prime's) optics widened. Protests broke out near immediately.
"No, Optimus, I'm not worth it-"
"Optimus, he's a 'Con, you can't trust him-"
"Prime, the likely hood of you surviving such a deal is highly unlikely-
"Boss-bot, don't do it!"
The Prime raised a servo, cutting them all short. Grave optics turned to their enemy.
"They will not be harmed?"
The sneer widened into a smirk. "No more than they already are. Cross my spark."
A quick nod.
"No!"
"Optimus!"
"Prime!"
"Boss-bot!"
"Do not interfere!" A stern glare at his subordinates as the Prime raised his servos in surrender and went down on his knees, axe clattering to the ground. It echoed strangely in the silence. "Do not interfere."
At a nod from his leader, Blitzwing stepped forward and brought the Prime's hands down into stasis cuffs. They snapped shut as a blue current shot through his body. Optimus buckled slightly as many of his sensors were taken offline.
"Optimus!" The minibot made to run forward.
"Stay back Bumblebee!" A sharp look stopped him in his tracks.
"Yes, stay back, little one." Megatron jeered at the small yellow mech. "You wouldn't want your medic," He twisted Ratchet's arm for emphasis, eliciting a cry of pain, "or your Prime," Blitzwing leveled a blaster at the Prime's helm, "getting more injured, would you?"
The Prime stared imploringly at his subordinate, his friend. Bumblebee backed down, optics pleading with their leader just as imploringly for him to fix this.
Optimus averted his optics. He didn't actually know how to fix this.
Glaring at his enemy-but-not-really. "Now, we had a deal Megatron. Let Ratchet go."
Megatron stared at the other leader down his nasal structure. "Of course." He dropped Ratchet. The medic stumbled slightly when his pedes hit the hard pavement, cracking it and getting a hiss of abused hydraulics.
As Ratchet got his balance, Blitzwing roughly grabbed one of Prime's limp arms and tossed the smaller Autobot to his leader. The even larger Decepticon took a firm grip of both of the Prime's arms. The evil smirk was back, an eviler twinkle in his optic as he sneered at the other Autobots. "Goodbye. I trust you won't try anything funny when we have your leader in our possession?" The Autobots bristled angrily. "No? Good." A final sneer, and the Decepticons flew off, Optimus Prime still in their grasp.
DX OP! Noooooooooo! Actually, I knew this was gonna happen. Yah know, me being the author 'n' all.
In fact, because of my awesome authorly powers I have realized that this fic is coming to a close, wrappin' itself up rather nicely. Do not fear, climaxes await and we do have some falling action planned, as well as lessons learned! We gots a few (like three) chaps for each universe and an epilogue!
Oh, crapola, I hope this works... *crosses fingers*
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