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.

"How's he doing?" Wheeljack asked, already knowing through instinct what is going on. He had seen it happen with a few friends.

"He isn't doing all that good," said Ratchet. "Magnus' abuse is taking a toll on his body. Any longer and too much can and will kill Optimus."

"As far as I have known in the short amount of time Mag-aft, he's always been abusive in one way or another. But doing it to one's own consort is sickening and wrong," said Wheeljack.

Ultra Magnus listened in from the hallway. A twinge of guilt plucked at his spark when he heard what he was doing to his mate. Optimus didn't deserve his love or him as a mate. A sharp pain stabbed into his processor, erasing any guilt still there. No matter how hard he fought the programming, it always took control of his mind.

The Commander left back to his berthroom. Optimus laid on his side, facing the wall. The Prime either ignored him or was in recharge. The larger blue mech slid into the berth, bringing Optimus to his chest and gently holding him. Optimus flinched away, curling up as small as he could. Ultra Magnus felt that guilt again. His servo went to Optimus' chest, rubbing it soothingly.

"I'm sorry my love," Ultra Magnus apologized sincerely. "I tried so hard to fight, but I can't all the time. I wish I could."

Optimus just stayed silent, not truly believing the words. As much as he wanted to, he just couldn't. Ultra Magnus would go back to his ways. The Matrix pulsed, sending comfort to its wielder.

"Optimus? Orion please answer me. I really am sorry for my actions," said Ultra Magnus. The Prime turned over, looking fearfully up into sky blue optics. "Orion, you know I love you very much. Even before the High Council set their optics on you and me. You stayed with me when I was nearly killed at the docks. When I was reformatted into this body you still loved me."

"And I still do Dion. I love you so much. I want to help you fight what was done to you, but it is proving to be very difficult," said Optimus. The red and blue mech caressed silver faceplates. "We must fight this together, no matter how impossible it may be."

"I love you Orion Pax," Ultra Magnus whispered.

"I love you too Dion," said Optimus, snuggling into the blue chestplates.

~~~000

"NO!"

"I win again Sunny," Sideswipe crowed.

"That's no fair. You cheated," Sunstreaker accused.

"How did I cheat in an arm wrestling match?" Sideswipe asked. "I won fair and square. It's not my fault you are weak."

"Weak!? If it wasn't for me you would be in worse shape during the Pit battles," said Sunstreaker, tackling his brother, servos around dark grey neck tubing.

"Mechlings, behave yourself," Megatron chided, looking up from feeding Hot Rod. The Twins continued to roll around the floor, fighting each other as they normally did. "Such childish behavior coming from two full-grown mechs."

"They have been like that for as long as I have known them," said Starscream, setting down the two cubes he had at the table. He sipped away at one of the cubes as he watched his friend's adopted creations.

"I have heard that they do this in the Pits every now and then," said Megatron. "Of course I have only seen them a few times since they were mainly the first entertainment of the battles."

Hot Rod finished his meal, clapping when he saw his older brothers going at it. Megatron handed his son to his friend before picking the two fighters up, holding them apart. Even then they tried getting to each other.

"Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, I suggest you two calm down before you kill each other," said Megatron.

~~~000

Skycracker and Skystreaker tickled Tracks. Knock Out worked on a project, glancing every now and then to his son. Breakdown was out on patrol with Dreadwing. The small mechling was having a blast with the two seekers. The medic finished up turning to his son. A flash of light blinded the small group, stunning them. In the middle of the room stood two seekers. One was black and purple while the other was blue with red stripes.

"Sire!" the two younger seekers shouted, hugging the black and purple seeker. "Uncle Thundercracker!"

"Skycracker, Skystreaker, you both are safe," said Skywarp, hugging his sons. "I thought you two had perished with your carrier."

"Nope. We came here with your weapon and gave it to Megatron," said Skycracker. "And we both created a guardian bond. I made one with Hot Rod, Megatron's heir."

"And I made one with Tracks here," said Skystreaker. "Uncle Starscream will be so happy to see you. He's in the rec room."

"Good, we can both use some energon after such a long travel," said Thundercracker.

~~~000

"Hello brothers," Starscream greeted, giving them two cubes of energon each. "Glad to see you both are still alive."

"It has been a long time Scream," said Thundercracker. "How have you been brother?"

"Excellent," said Starscream. "Sit and tell me of where you've been and how you managed to survive. You both look terrible."

"Gee thanks Star for the compliment," said Skywarp sarcastically.