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Warnings:none

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Chapter 36

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Ultracia entered the med. bay with her parents where her siblings were both on a med. berth. Silverbell had a cloth over his helm, wincing as she tried to ignore the pounding in her helm. Beside her, Maximum was lying down in recharge, a few wires attached to his arm to keep monitor of his systems for a while.

Optimus walked over to Ratchet, while Megatron and Ultracia walked over to Silverbell who was awake.

"Sweetspark, what happened?" Megatron cooed to her, gently running his digits over the side of her cheek.

Silverbell sighed, before she winced again, "Ah….I don't know…Just headed in to the training room to start today's lesson and then I just all of a sudden have the worst processor ache in history hit me."

Ultracia knelt beside her, then smiled, "I warned you about eating those energon popsicles in between meals," she told her, joking.

"Hmm. I don't think that's possible but nowadays anything could happen," Silverbell replied, managing a weak smile.

Megatron gave a reassuring smile to his daughter, before he turned to Maximum. The young mech seemed deep in recharge, as he laid there, with the wires attached to him and seemingly unfazed by the noises of others in the room. His intakes were even at least.

Optimus came over, standing beside Megatron and smiled at his daughter, "Bella, how are you feeling now?"

"I'll be okay Papa, really," Silverbell said, pressing the cold cloth gently against her helm, "So…what's happened to Maximum?" she asked gently, concern in her optics.

Prime sighed, "Ratchet said Maximum went into a sort of seizure earlier. He hasn't been able to find the cause of it, so he's keeping him here overnight and if he seems fine tomorrow, then he can just come straight home and…"

"FIEND! STUPID! SCRAP-EATER!"

The family froze in shock at the yelling coming from outside the med. bay. Ratchet's optic twitched, before he picked up his wrench and held it in a defense position as the yelling became louder and louder.

CRASH!

Out of instinct, Ultracia slid behind Silverbell's berth, while their parents also picked up medical tools immediately in case fighting was needed. But the sight before the three seniors made them raise their optic ridges.

Ultra Magnus had knocked the door down and he came bounding in as familiar, claw-like servos swiped at him.

"Get back here you lecher!"

"Cyclonus, wait, please it's just a misunder—!"

"RRRRRAAARGH!"

Ultra Magnus ducked another swipe to his helm, before he scrambled to get behind Optimus. Prime looked at his commander with a pointed glare, causing Ultra Magnus to shrug helplessly as the Prime rolled his optics before he came face to face with Cyclonus. Megatron looked between his father and bond-mate, his ridged wings twitching up in down in uncertainty. Then he crossed his arms over his cockpit when he saw Magnus grab his mate's shoulders and keep him in place as a shield against the angered grandfather.

"N-No-Now Cyclonus, please let me explain what happened…!"

"YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF MY GRANDSON TO SEE TO YOUR SELFISH PLEASURES!" Cyclonus roared at the top of his vents, red optic flashing angrily, "I thought I taught you everything you needed to know about honor and discipline, but it looks like YOU need another lesson!"

"C-Cyc—Teacher, please I'm sorry! I…I was…he…..I…." Magnus gulped, crouching down a bit lower to hide his face plate's behind Prime's shoulder.

Cyclonus growled, as steam began to rise from his helm.

Right then and there, Galvatron walked into the med. bay. He stared at the fallen door a moment before his optics settled on Cyclonus.

"Uh….Cyclonus?" he started, catching his mate's attention, "Who are you growling at behind Optimus?"

Ultra Magnus looked over the Prime's shoulder, still gripping them tightly.

Galvy gasped, "…Is that who I think it is…?" he walked over and pushes at prime's helm a bit to get a good look. Then a grin formed on his face plates, "IT IS! Ultra Magnus, how are you dear? Last time I saw you, was when you left to join Prime!"

"Uh…hehe, yeah uh, h-hello…." Magnus sheepishly tried to hide himself behind Optimus again, but he was foiled when Galvatron hugged him, with Prime in between them.

"Heheh! Oh my Primus, first Grimmy comes to stay at the base and now I find my bond-mate's apprentice!" Galvy giggled.

Megatron's jaw dropped, "Apprentice?!"

Cyclonus fumed worse than earlier at the mere word as it was spoken, "He was once. Not anymore."

"Oh Cyc, stop it, you and I both know Magnus was like a son to you, just like Grimlock was and Megatron is!" Galvatron snapped.

"Wait, wait, wait, Grimlock?! When did you ever come into contact with him?!" Megatron demanded.

"Grimlock's mine and Cyclonus' adopted creation," Galvatron shrugged, still continuing to squish Prime between his hug around Magnus.

"WHAT?!" Ratchet squeaked out, optics wide in shock, "Y-y-you two adopted a sparkling before Arachne?!"

Prime's voice was muffled from where his face was pressed against Galvy's chest plates, "No wonder the mech was crazy…."

Galvatron chuckled, before turning to his bond-mate releasing Prime, "Now, Cyclonus, why were you shouting and chasing Ultra Magnus?"

Optimus stumbled back, and was caught by Magnus. There was a heavy sigh before Cyclonus leaned forwards and whispered something in Galvatron's audio. Immediately, the smile on the mech's face plate's thinned out and straightened into a coarse frown as he stood there a moment. The lights of the med. bay caused a shadow to form over Galvatron's optics as he remained standing still a moment.

Megatron and Optimus looked at each other than back at Galvatron in worry.

Then….

"WHY YOU RUSTED UP PIECE OF SCRAP!"

Magnus snapped around and started to make a run for it, but Cyclonus blocked the entrance way, leaving only the spaces between the med. berths for the mech to run around. Ratchet immediately grabbed Megatron and Optimus, to place them on an empty medical berth, while Ultracia just hopped into Silverbell's, the two femmes hugging each other to make room and watching anxiously.

Magnus moved as quickly and fluidly as possible, before he miscalculated a step and collapsed on his front before Maximum's berth. He groaned as he used the edge of the med. berth to lift himself up, before he turned around. He scrambled to back away, but he couldn't.

Galvatron stood over him before grabbing his throat, and lifting up one of his fists, "When this is over you fragging pit-spawn, not even your own creator would know it's you! RRRRAAA—!"

Ultra Magnus off-lined his optics prepared for the blow to his face plates. Then he shuttered them in confusion when it never came, slowly he looked up and almost blanched.

A blasted was aimed as Galvatron's face, while's another's servo held back the purple mech's fist. Magnus blushed when he felt another mech's cheek pressed against his own and he looked to the side with his optics. The widened when he saw Maximum, mad as the Pits, looking ready to kill the violet mech.

"I'll make this perfectly clear," Maximum pressed the blaster further against Galvy's cheek, forcing him to tile his helm back a little in shock, "Yes we interfaced, no it was not just with Magnus. Silversun was there too. I had my first heat-cycle and there is no use freaking out anymore. It's over, it's done, now just forget about it and LEAVE IT ALONE!"

Ultra Magnus winced as the volume of Maximum's vocalizer as it placed a strain on his audios. He looked at Maximum with wide optics.

Then the unexpected happened. The young mech wrapped an arm around Magnus' neck, blaster still out, before he hauled him up to lie on the med. berth with him. Everyone just stared as Maximum positioned Magnus to rest his helm on his shoulder, a grumpy and tired look on the young mech's face plates, as he grumbled and hissed.

"This doesn't mean you're off the hook Magnus, I'm still mad at you," Maximum hissed, before his blaster turned back into a servo, "I'm just sick of people freaking out, myself included."

With that, Maximum plopped his helm back and attempted to get back into recharge, holding Magnus close. Ultra attempted to get up, but a snarl from Cyclonus just kept him there. Maybe he shoulder just get comfortable since as long as he stayed close to Max, no one would kill him.

Besides, the young mech was kind of…comfy….

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Silversun entered the med. bay, all clean and shiny again as well as ready to sort through Ratchet's tools and organize them—another of his punishments, but considering what he did todays in the mines, he preferred it—as well as make sure the current patients were behaving themselves.

He hummed as he walked over the fallen med. bay door, never minding that it was knocked down flat on the floor. All he cared about was the task at hand and—

Silversun froze and stiffened at the sight before him that made his spark still and his inside twist.

There, on the same berth as Maximum, helm tucked against his neck, arm draped over his waist and practically curled up at his side was Ultra Magnus. Silversun remained standing there, frozen as his spark felt like it was being shattered into the tiniest pieces. His optics were wide and he could feel the fluids of his tear ducts in his optics warming up as he glared at the sight. Slowly he backed away as Maximum unconsciously snuggled against Magnus.

Silversun continued to gape at them….his worst nightmare…..

He shook his helm once more, before he turned and ran out of the med. bay, his cheeks staining with tears.

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Tarantulas walked down to the deepest depths of the base while everyone else was preoccupied with what was happening above. He used his spindly appendages to walk silently along the walls as he made his way to the high-security storage room where the stasis pod they had found earlier was being kept. He tapped in the access code with practiced dexterity as he had used the code before. He tucked in his appendages, walked into the large storage chamber and made his way towards the pod.

The scientist reached up and ran one of his sharp digits over the surface of the pod, seeing through the glass that massive creature he and Shockwave had created with their very own servos and technology. He continued staring at the comatose creature as his spark ached in its casing.

He very creation was locked away for just reasons, he knew that the creature was too dangerous. He had been there himself when his precious creation had destroyed the Autobot base and how devastating the end result was: Autobots and Decepticons alike had been murdered and killed, even their lord couldn't stop him.

The creature had only stopped when Tarantulas had yelled and begged for the Predacon to stop what he was doing and immediately his Predacon creation had stopped it's reign of bloodshed.

The creature wasn't evil, no. Tarantulas and Shockwave knew that much. Their creation had been provoked by the Autobots into attacking and killing others in the process. Didn't mean it didn't hurt when they put him in stasis and jettisoned him into space. And now….to have his creation here, on earth, so close and yet….

Tarantulas off-lined his optics before pressing his forehelm against the glassy surface, a single tear sliding down from his optics. He wanted to so badly let him free, to see if he remembered Tarantulas and if he did if he forgave him for putting him like this?

He didn't notice the bright yellow optics on-linin from within the stasis pod. No until the pod shifted around and opened….

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She was back in the cave again. This time however, she was completely and utterly shrouded in darkness as the all the crystals were now darkened, like a cloud had settled over them. She walked without the use of her night vision, only blind sight in the darkness.

Suddenly, sharpened tips of digits caressed over her shoulder, making her freeze where she was when shivers ran through her proto-form. It seemed to make her go completely still before something warm pressed against her back.

Her optics widened in shock as she felt sudden large arms wrap around her, from behind and a chin rest on her shoulder. She shook gently against the being holding her.

Who was holding her? Why were they holding her? Was it the mech from before?!

She hyper-ventilated a moment, going to say something, but a digit pressed to her lips stopped her, before she felt something encase around her. She was turned around and once again she came face to face with those yellow optics that bored right into her soul.

She gasped and felt her spark almost stop when a servos cupped her face plates gently and caressed over it.

A deep voice chuckled, "…are you afraid little one?"

She recognized the voice from before, and she felt her body shake in fear as the mech whose face was still not known to her, leaned over her so he optics still bore into hers.

"It is all right to fear me little one….but I will not harm you…" he whispered, "I would never harm you…."

For some strange reason, she believed every word he said. Something soft and warm brushed over her lip plates.

"I will be seeing you very soon…."

She gave a shuddering out-take as she felt that soft brush of whatever rub against her lips…

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Ultracia gasped when she heard a loud bump, waking up from her dream. She looked around the med. bay and saw her sister, brother and Magnus were safe, before she heard the loud bump again. She got off the med. berth she had fallen into recharge on and she headed towards the elevator. The bump was coming from somewhere down below the base.

That was where the main for energon and supplies was. She hoped none of the Dinobots had snuck down there and decided to do something stupid because she did not want to be near them and she didn't want to be alone while near them either.

As she went down the elevator shaft, Ultracia felt a sickening feeling at the pit of her tanks...

She heard a strange noise as the elevator doors opened to allow her out. She stepped out and walked at a quickened pace towards the source. There was another sound and then a loud cry. She broke into a run as fast as she could. Had something happened? Was anyone hurt? What had made the strange sound?

She screeched to a stop when she saw one of the high-security storage chambers open. Why was that opened anyway? She walked over slowly when she heard clicks and growling noises coming from inside. The young femme was cautious. She didn't know what was going on and she was a bit afraid of finding out what it was. She slowly turned the corner and her optics widened.

Tarantulas lay unconscious on the floor, the lights flickering on and off around him, as he laid there beneath the unconfirmed form of his attacker.

The assailant nudged Tarantulas and looked at him studiously. Right before they looked up at Ultracia with piercing yellow optics.

She screeched.

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Cliffhanger, hanging from a cliiiiiiifff! And that's why it's called cliffhanger!

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