Bumblebee/com. link/video/dream/flashbacks/lyrics/thoughts

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Main Parings:

ex MegatronxTerminus

Child(s): Smokescreen

RatchetxMegatron

Child(s): Hot Rod (claimed by Megaron), Sunstreaker (adopted), Sideswipe (adopted), Nightwake, Dawn, Shadedal

Knock OutxBreakdown

Child(s): Tracks

OptimusxUltra Magnus

Child(s): Moonracer

StarscreamxArcee

Child(s):

BulkheadxWheeljack

Child(s): Spark

BumblebeexSmokescreen

Child(s):

forced ShockblastxRatchet

Child(s): Hot Rod

SkywarpxWolf

Child(s): Skystreaker, Skycracker,

Song(s) used:

Warnings: Violence, blood, some gore (maybe), fluff, sparking, kissing, mechs (and femme)changing, mentions of interfacing and rape, sadness, depression, and anything else I forgot. It will get darker in this chapter during dreams/memories with the High Council. Warning you now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters. Nor do I own the songs used. Michelle Thornboy owns Skystreaker, Skycracker, and Wolf. I am just using them to help along the story.

Miko strummed a different song on her guitar. The absence of Ratchet was unnerving to say the least. The young woman was kinda hoping that Ratchet would come in and yell at her for playing such racket, but he wasn't there. Miko slumped down on the berth, tapping away on the armrest. The other two had family business so she was the only one there today.

"What's up Miko? Why such a sad face?" Impactor asked.

"I miss Doc Bot. I can get why he is out because of what happened to him, but I want him back here with us," said Miko, turning to face the wrecker leader.

"I'm sure Ratchet will come back soon. He cares too much about this team to just up and leave," said Impactor. "Just give him some time Miko. Ratchet will come back when he feels it is time. We just need to have patience. How about we go offroading?"

~~~000

"Magnus stop!"

Moonracer froze at her carrier's commanding tone. Her creators were fighting again. She didn't know why, but it had to been going on for her entire life. Her sire would lash out if he got too upset about something. She knew that the High Council had programmed rules to follow into his processor.

SMACK!

Moonracer crept closer, looking into an empty room trough the small crack in the door. Ultra Magnus stood over Optimus, his anger oozing from his optics. Optimus trembled on the ground, servos fisting the ground. The larger mech stormed out of the room, the femme quickly hiding. Once it was safe, she went to her carrier to comfort him.

"Are you all right carrier?" Moonracer asked.

"Yes," Optimus replied.

"No you aren't. You always try to hide it from me. I know what sire does to you," said Moonracer. "Why do you stay with him?"

"I know that I can change him back into the loving, kind mech he was before the High Council reprogrammed him," said Optimus. "I get bits and pieces from the Matrix on how to reverse the effects, but they are too vague to understand."

Moonracer understood. She helped Optimus to his pedes and to his quarters. The Prime moved slowly, wincing slightly every now and then.

"Get some rest carrier. You clearly need it," said Moonracer.

"Thank you Moonracer," said Optimus, settling down on the berth.

The green-teal femme snuck out, quickly making her way to the main room. Her sire wasn't around, only Smokescreen, Bumblebee, Wheeljack, and Bulkhead. She went up to the rookie, pulling him aside for a moment.

"Smoke, when you go back, tell Ratchet that carrier is hurting," Moonracer requested. "Please? I think it's very serious."

"I will. I can go now if it's that bad," the rookie offered.

"That would be good. Don't let sire know. He's in a bad mood again," said Moonracer. "I'm off for a drive."

~~~somewhere

Starscream leisurely soared through the air, loving the crisp air on his wings. It felt nice to get away for a while. The Prince spotted a green-teal car driving on its own. Tilting his wings, the Vosian landed in front of the vehicles path gracefully. The car transformed and ran at the seeker, hugging him tightly.

"Hi Starscream!" Moonracer shouted. "I was hoping to see you again. It's been forever. I haven't seen you since before the war."

"It has indeed been a long time Moonracer," said Starscream as he returned the embrace. He searched their bond. "Are your creators fighting again?"

"Yeah. Carrier is hurting badly. Smokescreen is going to get Ratchet and bring him to the base to help him. We don't know where Ratch' is, but the Twins are with him," Moonracer explained. "I was filled in what happened to him. This horrible mech took him to Megatron and forced interface with him and sparked him. Ratchet needs time to recover from it, so carrier lets him leave. Sire doesn't like it."

"I see," said Starscream, hiding away any reaction to cause suspicion. "I am sure that Optimus will be fine once Ratchet helps him. Ultra Magnus is not the same mech that I have seen before Optimus was named Prime. They were a happy couple, but the retched High Council members corruption could not be stopped."

"Yes. Let's catch up. It'll be good to see how we have been doing so far," Moonracer suggested.

~~~Nemesis

Ratchet grumbled as he made his way to the bridge. He had been summoned by Soundwave and he was not happy about it. The medic was just finally getting comfortable with Megatron when the call came. The old medic swore he would rip whoever it was a new one.

The face that Smokescreen wore made Ratchet forget about snapping. Something serious must have happened. The rookie bounced slightly, shifting from pede to pede.

"Smokescreen, what's going on?" Ratchet asked.

"It's Optimus. Moonracer just came to me and said that it may be serious. I don't know the details," said Smokescreen.

"I'll be there. I don't know how long it can take, but I'll be back," said Ratchet.

The orange and white mech groundbridged to a remote location and called the base for a groundbridge. He went through and didn't stop to greet the others. He went straight to Optimus' quarters, opening the door to let himself in. He closed and locked it so that there wouldn't be an interruptions.

"Optimus?" Ratchet asked softly, sitting down on the berth's edge.

"Ratchet, it is good to see you old friend," said Optimus tiredly.

"Smokescreen got me when Moonracer told him that you were in serious condition. What is going on?" Ratchet scooted closer, touching Optimus helm carefully. The soft protoform looked slighly miscolored and dented.

"Ultra Magnus," was all Optimus said and Ratchet knew immediately what Optimus was talking about. "He has gotten rough these past few weeks."

"You are low on energon and suffering from abuse," said Ratchet after a quick scan. The light was red the entire way. "Magnus needs to know that this is not okay. Despite how he is right now, he should still know better."

"I know but there is nothing I can do about it. I have tried to reason with Magnus and he doesn't listen," said Optimus. He reached out and held Ratchet's servo. "Old friend, why won't you tell me what is going on? I can see it is more than just your torment. Why won't you let me in to help you?"

"I"m so sorry Optimus. I wish I could tell you, but I... I am afraid I can't because of the dangerous consequences that are sure to follow," said Ratchet, adverting his optics to the Prime's chest. "One day I will tell you, but not now. I just can't without risking not only my life but a few others."

"Very well," said Optimus, respecting the decision. "I just hope you tell me soon what is going on. I worry about you every time you leave the base."

"I will be fine Orion. I promise I am in good servos," Ratchet promised.