Disclaimers: I do not own Transformers Hasbro does this is just for fun I only own my OC's
Summary - Sequel to Deception
Deceit
(Normal POV)
Several years later…
Forgiveness was never one of Galloway's greatest qualities. He held grudges and took revenge on those who had wronged him, warranted or otherwise. And the Autobots, especially Optimus Prime, had definitely wronged him. He had found out about the peace treaty and about how the president made nice with Optimus prime.
Galloway was not pleased—no, not pleased at all—with the way things had turned out. So he decided to formulate a plan of his own for capturing Optimus Prime and learning their secrets, even at the price of destroying Optimus Prime.
Galloway contacted the two people he figured would be interested in his plans, Tom Banacheck and Agent Simmons, and he was right. At least, they did show a slight curiously as to why they were there.
"What exactly do you want, Galloway?" Banacheck asked.
"Revenge on Optimus Prime," Galloway said. "You of all people must want to learn their secrets."
"The leader is not about to give us vital Intel. The government tried that already," Agent Simmons replied dryly.
"Yes, the peaceful and humane way, but what if your group was not so humane with Optimus Prime?" Galloway suggested.
Banacheck leaned forward in his seat and raised his eyebrows, listening intently.
"We have the perfect place to take him, but if we experiment on him the types of tests might damage him and extinguish his spark. I don't believe the Autobots would look too kindly on us for killing their leader," Simmons said.
"There is also the peace treaty," Banacheck remarked, "but rules have never stopped us before."
"What if they thought Megatron killed him and tore him apart?" Galloway asked. "You could remove some of his armor and say there was hardly anything left of him."
"No, we can't do that. Megatron wouldn't break the treaty, he seems too happy now." Agent Simmons replied.
"Well, we could have it so your people just grab him and perform whatever it is you want to on him," Galloway said.
Banacheck and Simmons glanced at one another and nodded, then smiled.
"What's your plan?" Simmons asked Banacheck.
Banacheck had some friends working on a formula for incapacitating Cybertronians. Galloway listened to Banacheck.
"We wanted the leader the very first time we almost had him, but he gave us the slip and we were forced to take the scout instead." Banacheck said. "Only this time he will never be allowed to survive the testing and experiments. We learn what we can and crush him."
Galloway leaned back with a smug look on his face; he would get his revenge on Optimus Prime and no one would be the wiser. Absolutely no one…
Xxx
Vanessa was sitting on a chair staring up at the night sky. She watched the stars as a smile crossed her lips. Optimus walked up using his holoform and wrapped his servos around Vanessa.
"What are you doing, my dear?" he asked, as his lips brushed her neck.
"Star gazing is all," she said. "How are things coming with bringing Cybertron here?"
"Very well indeed. Sentinel believed he was the only one who could control the pillars, but I am confident Wheeljack will be able to accomplish the task at hand. So, my dear, where is our daughter?" Optimus asked, biting her neck.
Vanessa laughed.
"She snuck away with her future mates," Vanessa replied and Optimus growled.
"I do not want her dating yet," Optimus said, nipping her neck once more.
"Why not? You found love, honey. Can't she?" Vanessa asked, as Optimus ran his glossa over her neck.
He sighed.
"I am much older, and you were not 18 years old when we started dating. You were much older," Optimus said.
Vanessa went quiet at the word 'older'.
Optimus, realizing his mistake, quickly backtracked.
"Let me rephrase that, I simply meant you were not at the same physical age range as she is right at the moment," Optimus said, and she turned around smirking.
She ran her hand over his face, letting her fingers caress his features, and felt him quiver.
"Nice save," she said, leaning in and kissing him.
Vanessa felt him pick her up and she wrapped her legs around his metal waist, pulling him in. She kissed him wildly, hearing him rev his engines louder and louder.
She ran a hand over his neck, around his wires and cables, which made him twitch slightly.
"Thank you, Vanessa," he whispered, after their lips had parted slightly.
"You're thanking me because?" she asked, her voice soft.
"Because you've entered my life, made me whole, and gave me the most beautiful daughter, who has such a destiny in her own right," Optimus replied.
She smiled, leaning her forehead against his while she kissed his cheek.
"I am fairly certain you contributed to the creation of our daughter," Vanessa said, and he smiled and leaned in for a kiss once more.
Optimus chuckled, pinning her to the wall as he kissed her again, thanking Primus and Vanessa's God for bringing her into his life. Optimus' life was truly blessed, and his spark raced with love and contentment. His life was absolutely perfect now.
(Where Allora was with Jinx and Mikaela)
"Your mountain lion is so pretty," Mikaela said as the cat rubbed its head over Mikaela's hand and purred.
Mikaela laughed.
Allora smiled, but a second later she suddenly dropped to the ground. She cried out, images flashing across her vision. Mikaela went to her side immediately, trying to see what was wrong. Allora was trapped in the images, not understanding them. All she knew was that they left her really confused and with a splitting headache. Fear gripped her when she saw her father in the flashing images, and he was dying.
"Daddy," she whispered and slipped out of consciousness, making Mikaela panic even more.
Mikaela hollered for Lennox and Epps who ran over and saw that Allora was unconscious.
"What happened?" Lennox demanded.
"I don't know," Mikaela said. "She was holding her head and started going through something, said 'daddy,' and then passed out."
Lennox picked Allora up off the ground.
"Let's get her to Ratchet, maybe he can figure it out," Lennox replied as they hurried to the medical bay.
Topspin One of the Wreckers watched as Allora was brought to the medical bay. They had just gotten word one of their fellow Wreckers was heading for Earth, and they were quite anxious about his arrival. The one arriving was Seaspray and they were very much excited about his arrival. Pacing and telling old wrecker war stories, to anyone who would listen to them. Topspin moved toward the tracker on the computer constantly keeping his optics glued to the beacon.
"A watch pot never boils," one of NEST soldiers chuckled, while picking up the pace to get away from the cranky Wrecker.
However, right now the top objective was finding out what was happening to Allora. Ratchet had summoned Optimus, who quickly returned with Vanessa, and they headed for the medical bay to check their precious daughter.
Allora was unfortunately getting bits and pieces of important things; but things were not clear or explained. So, she had to try to figure out what things meant; which was in no way at all easy or comforting to her at all.
Xxx
Allora looked around, seeing the concerned faces of her parents and the others as her eyes landed on her father.
"Daddy?" She whispered.
"Sweetling, Papa and Momma are here," he said, and she smiled weakly.
"I saw images. I could see mixed up images, and some were of you papa, they were so confusing though, " she said, as Ratchet prepared a sedative for her.
She cast a weary look at Ratchet and glanced at her parents once more.
"I love you guys," she whispered, and Ratchet administered the sedative.
Several minutes later…
"What do you suppose she meant Optimus?" Ratchet asked
"I do not know, but it could be my ancestors have decided to give her visions as well," Optimus said and looked over at Vanessa, who looked a little overwhelmed. "Sweetspark what's wrong?"
Vanessa looked over at him.
"She said some of the images were of you, Optimus. I just don't want anything to happen to you," Vanessa said.
Optimus pulled her into his servos, holding her tightly, never wanting to let her go.
"I will be okay my dear," Optimus said, and Flamebrat entered the room.
"Optimus, we're getting some strange readings on the monitors," Flamebrat said.
"Alright, you and I will go check them out, son. This will give us some time to chat, okay?" Optimus said.
"Okay," Flamebrat said with a smile.
(Within several hours later – With Optimus and Flamebrat)
"I like the fact you're my dad now," Flamebrat replied and Optimus smiled to himself.
He heard what sounded like pride in Flamebrat's voice and it made him feel so good inside.
"May I tell you something, Flamebrat?" Optimus asked.
"Yes of course you can, dad," he replied.
"I always thought of you—even when you were human—as my sparkling. You were brave in and went beyond the call of duty. When everyone told you the Matrix dust wouldn't work, you weren't going to stop until you brought me back. You were strong in the face of danger, and for that I will always love you," Optimus said. "When I was revived, regardless of the pain I felt coming back online, you were the first thing I saw and I was very glad."
Flamebrat felt a surge of pride and love shoot through him at those words.
"You were always my hero, and always will be," Flamebrat said.
Optimus was about to reply when he and Flamebrat were suddenly passed by big armored vehicles that blocked them, cutting them off. Optimus spun several times while the vehicles stopped and circled Flamebrat. Rocket launchers exploded from the trucks, all aimed at Flamebrat. Optimus transformed and went to fire back; but he was overpowered with frozen Nitrogen hitting his circuits to the point of shutting his systems down. Falling to his knees, Optimus could feel the ice racing into every crevice in his body wiring and cables. The smoke from the rockets hit his optics, his bright blue optics dimmed from it while searching frantically for his son. He was sprayed constantly, making escape impossible, while his throat burned from the gunpowder and ice disabling him. Optimus' turned his attention over to where his son had been, optics narrowing and squinting to find Flamebrat desperately. All the while, his joints froze and freezing energon in his veins surged with fire, making him moan. He finally caught a glimpse of Flamebrat trying to fight back, his optics blinking wildly while trying to fight stasis. Warnings flashed faster and faster, stasis was forthcoming nothing he could do to prevent it now.
"DAD!" Flamebrat yelled, his body screaming in pain as the rockets tore at his armor while Optimus watched, immobilized by the frozen Nitrogen.
"Flamebrat," Optimus whispered as his systems went offline.
That was the last time Optimus would ever see his son alive again.
Optimus' systems slowly started to come online, but he was still very sluggish. As his optics onlined he tried to discern where he was. His optics widened as he took in the catwalk high above him and all the equipment around the room. It was then he noticed Galloway seated with Agent Simmons and another human he could not remember.
"Oh look, he's awake," Galloway remarked. "Good."
"I am sure you remember me, Optimus," Simmons said matter-of-factly.
"Agent Simmons and Galloway; of course, I know who you are," Optimus said. "Why have you taken me and my son; where is my son?"
Silence filled the room.
"I am afraid he was a loose end so the Sector Seven agents had to destroy him," the other human said.
Optimus made a sad whining sound and the three men laughed at his pain.
"My name is Tom Banacheck," the previously unknown man said. "You were the one we wanted from the very beginning, but we ended up getting your scout instead. However, Optimus Prime, now we have you, and we shall conduct all the experiments we want on you. I must tell you, by the end of certain ones though I doubt you will survive. Don't bother struggling," Banacheck sidetracked, noticing Optimus' attempts. "The frozen Nitrogen is still being fed into your systems to keep you weak."
"I will not tell you humans anything," Optimus growled.
"We know," Banacheck replied, "and that's why you will be tested on. So that we have a chance to learn your secrets and put an end to your kind once and for all."
Optimus knew this was not the president's doing—even that Mearing human had changed—so this group was acting alone. Optimus was not happy about this not at all. He could feel fear churning in his stomach, while the icy cold grips of uncertainty wrapped their claws around his spark. He kept trying the chains that held him captive. In normal conditions, he'd be able to break free. However now, his systems were lethargic and he was weakened by the liquid Nitrogen. He was worried about these dangerous humans and what they had planned for him. His thoughts changed to Vanessa and their daughter, then his men, Megatron, and his troops. What would happen if this group learned all their secrets from keeping him held prisoner here? What would become of their race then?
"You should never have come to our planet Optimus Prime," Simmons said. "You might have lived then."
"Why? The president had given us permission to stay and apologized for the way we were treated," Optimus said almost in a snarl. "I do not understand why you are treating me this way. I have never harmed any of you, and yet you murdered my son and plan on torturing me."
"You don't have to have done anything to us, Optimus Prime," Galloway snapped. "You being here and not sharing your technology with us when we asked you numerous times. You were guests on our planet and yet you chose to ignore our requests; so now you will pay for doing that."
Optimus looked away from them. He had already paid. They took his son away from him, and now his freedom. He would lose his mate and their daughter and never see them again, all because of these humans. He would not tell them anything, no matter the pain. He had been tortured before and given no information, he could do it again.
Bring it on humans, bring it on…
(Autobot base – With Mikaela and Ironhide)
Mikaela grinned while leaning around a corner, keeping her beautiful eyes trained on Ironhide, blowing up things.
"Having fun, are we?" she asked.
The big, black, bulky mech moved with lightning speed, regardless of age. Gears spun and whirled into place, legs and servos disappearing until they formed his vehicle form, Topkick. Mikaela gasped, her eyes widening and mouth opening in surprise, when two servos snaked around her lifting her off the ground.
"Got you femme, now what?" Ironhide asked.
Ironhide climbed up into the back of his vehicle form, Mikaela trapped in his servos wiggling around.
"You do realize wiggling will only excite me, silly femme," Ironhide remarked.
"Should I be worried?"
Ironhide snorted.
"You don't seem to scare so easily, do you?"
Mikaela sagged into his servos, leaning completely back into Ironhide. She leaned in, puckering her lips at the cranky mech, whose optics expanded at that.
"You're mine, Mikaela," Ironhide snarled, making her yelp with a surprised jump.
"Are you looking for me to play with your spark?" she questioned.
Ironhide sat back and laughed, his whole body shaking. Mikaela leaned closer to Ironhide, slowly bringing her hand toward his helm and making a knocking gesture.
"Hello, anyone home in there?"
There was an awkward silence. Ironhide, with joints creaking, lunged at Mikaela, making her squeal with delight.
"Not so tough now, are ya?"
"Do me a favor, Hide?" she requested.
"Depends on what it is, femme," Ironhide stated.
"I want your spark," Mikaela ordered. "Now," she added firmly.
"Yes ma'am, femmes are always right," Ironhide replied.
"Damn straight," Mikaela agreed.
(Where Optimus is- Optimus' POV)
I was left alone in this awful place. I couldn't get any type of signal out to my men or my brother. The sound of a door opening broke me out of my own thoughts. I watched as several humans came shuffling into the room, their eyes on me. One of the humans spoke a different language, a quick search told me it was Italian. I watched with disdain and weariness as a mechanical device came down from the ceiling. Icy, cold dread washed over me, like a wave crashing onto a beach. It was heading for my face, or, more to the point, my optic.
"Don't do this," I said urgently.
I was only given hard glares. What I wanted was not of any consequence to them. I was merely some 'thing' to be experimented on. They thought I had no emotions, but they were wrong. I loved and I felt everything like humans did.
'Vanessa' my spark screamed out for her, I needed her so badly.
That evil device moved slowly toward my right optic. There were four razor sharp blades, which extended from the arm itself. They moved until they were right over my right optic. They were going to blind me.
I felt my optics widen when the blades impaled themselves around my right optic. I felt my body tense and my spark race as the blades cut through my metal skin. The blades went in deeper, causing my precious energon to run down my faceplates. It pulled up relentlessly on my optic until, after a few agonizing seconds, my optic was completely out.
I screamed, my hands reaching out, grabbing for anything while pain was scorching through my body. Energon streamed steadily down my faceplates, and the whole time I had tried to focus on the one being my spark needed right now. Vanessa, my Vanessa.
My only functioning optic blinked rapidly, while my body burned and throbbed in agony. It was then I heard Galloway's voice. He walked along the catwalk, his thin lips twisted into a smirk and his beady little eyes holding nothing but contempt and coldness.
"I guess we won't be seeing eye to eye on things now, will we?" he taunted.
I turned my face away. The place where my optic had once been throbbed, the pain climbing from the darkness of the pit. It wrapped itself inside my soul, and made itself home.
Fear, dread, and finally, despair.
Normal POV
As Optimus laid on that miserable table, he felt like what humans referred to as a "Thanksgiving turkey." Energon trickled down his face plates slowly, like maple syrup.
"Vanessa, " he whispered, his remaining optic misting slightly. "My Vanessa."
However, unbeknown to Optimus, a small hidden camera recorded Optimus constantly.
(Inside a room)
Tom Banacheck sat on his chair, legs crossed, and toyed with his mustache. Galloway and Simmons leaned in, watching and listening to Optimus.
"So, it would seem this, Vanessa Guild, is his pillar," Simmons remarked.
Banacheck's eyes narrowed, then he turned his attention back to Optimus Prime.
"We have a lot to do to him, but I am for trying mental torture with him also," he stated, while he sat there rubbing his nose.
Banacheck reached into his pocket, taking out a cigarette and lighting up. Banacheck sighed, reaching his arm back to scratch a spot on his back.
"I have some ideas for him for later today," Banacheck offered.
Galloway leaned in, his eyes wide. His eyes never left Optimus' face when the Autobot commander was in the thralls of agony.
"What if he thought the love of his life was, how should we put this, cheating on him with a human?" Galloway suggested.
"What if it were another Autobot?" Simmons questioned.
"No," Galloway said. "It should be another human if our plan is going to succeed."
Banacheck blew smoke at the screen, his eyes flared and narrowed.
"I believe he needs to be silenced, don't you?" Banacheck suggested.
Three sets of eyes turned toward the monitor, at an unsuspecting Autobot leader.
(Several hours later)
Optimus had offlined his only remaining optic. The sounds of his gears whirling could be heard throughout the room. Optimus' intakes were cycling in franticly, his fans trying to cool him down but failing miserably at it. Mainly because he wasn't able to be quiet or still with his memory bank swirling back to that awful machine ripping his optic out. It was like they thought nothing of stealing what belonged to him. In their eyes he wasn't human, they couldn't control him, so he had to be tortured and destroyed.
Primus, help me, please…
Banacheck walked into the lab where Optimus was being held. His eyes flashed first with amusement, and then something Optimus could not comprehend. His only remaining optic blinked rapidly, bright azure dimming slowly, while he watched the human fiddle with his mustache.
"I believe first we need your tongue, Optimus," Banacheck stated matter-of-factly, like what he was about to do was nothing.
Several men came in and started working controls. Optimus' optic widened, not understanding what they were doing. All he did know was he was not going to like it at all.
"Pry his mouth open," Banacheck ordered, while Optimus tried like his life depended on it to keep his mouth shut. "Now."
It was then Optimus saw them, a pair of mechanical hands on that device from before. Both hands pulled his mouth open, while another hand slowly advanced toward the Autobot leader. Galloway and Simmons walked in and got comfortable near Banacheck, watching the show.
The hand reached in without the slightest bit of hesitation, its mechanical fingers wrapping around the prime's glossa. Optimus' optic widened and flared with a mixture of emotions.
"Tear it out," Galloway snapped.
Optimus frantically shook his head, pleading with his only optic left. His pleading was in vain though, the hand had his glossa. Optimus' optic misted as his glossa was torn out of his mouth with unbelievable force.
Optimus felt his energon rush down his throat, choking him, making him purge. The hot energon was strangling him. Tears ran down from his optic. He did not deserve this in no way, shape or form. Optimus arched up, his back coming off the table as wave after wave of agonizing pain hit him. His foot pedes dug into the table, tears fell from his optic. He didn't know where it hurt the most, but he knew was he wanted it to stop.
Banacheck laughed cruelly then, while Galloway and Simmons had smirks plastered on their ridiculous faces.
"I believe next we should take his vocal box," Banacheck offered, and Simmons and Galloway snorted with laughter, their eyes, however, never leaving the Autobot commander.
(Autobot base)
Vanessa was looking for Allora when she dropped to the ground clutching her heart/spark. Vanessa opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Tears spilled from her eyes as she felt unyielding agony coming from, Optimus.
Will and Epps were talking and laughing while strolling around the grounds. They turned the corner and were met with an incapacitated Vanessa lying on the filthy ground.
"Vanessa," Lennox cried, his eyes widening and narrowing.
The two soldiers dropped to their knees beside Vanessa's unconscious form. Her hair was slicked back from the sweat on her body, which was a direct result of the pain she was feeling from her mate.
"What do you think happened?" Epps asked.
"I'm not sure, but she needs help," Lennox replied.
Lennox leaned down, getting one arm safely around her shoulders, and then his other hand going under her legs. He hoisted her up, he and Epps heading for the medical bay.
Ratchet snorted and narrowed his optics when the door opened. His optics widened, gazing upon the unconscious form of his leader's mate.
"Vanessa," the usually cranky medic said. "What happened?"
"We don't know, we found her like this," Epps said.
Will and Epps jumped when a sudden ear-splitting scream of pain sounded. Ratchet's servo automatically went to his audios, his optics squinting.
"By the Allspark, what is happening to her?" Ratchet demanded.
Gears whirled and spun together, forming Ratchet's vehicle form so he could use his holoform to treat her.
"Vanessa, can you hear me? It's Ratchet?"
Vanessa was lost in the pain, tears rolling down her face. Will's face scrawled into annoyance when his cell rang.
"Yeah, go ahead," Will said, listening to the person on the other end of the conversation. "He's what? Okay, just bring what you can, and try to locate Optimus."
Lennox's hairs on the back of his neck were standing up, he glanced up and saw all eyes on him. He sighed, shaking his head. He hated being the bearer of bad news.
"A couple NEST soldiers found Flamebrat, apparently in a lot of pieces," Will stated, then paused. "Optimus was nowhere to be seen, there were a lot of car tracks though. It would seem they were ambushed."
"But we got a lock on his location and we are heading there now," Epps said walking up.
Ratchet's eyes widened and he cursed, annoyed with himself.
"How could I be so stupid? She is feeling pain from wherever Optimus is. He must be in bad shape if she is feeling it this strongly," Ratchet remarked, just then the medical bay door opened and in stalked Megatron.
"Where is my brother?" Megatron demanded. "We were supposed to head out on patrol together." His optics narrowed and landed on Vanessa. "What is wrong with his mate?"
Ratchet sighed and shook his helm.
"We got word that Flamebrat was offlined and Optimus is missing, that is why Vanessa is here in the medical bay. Lennox and Epps found her unconscious on the ground," Ratchet said. "She is feeling everything he is."
"We know where he is." Epps said.
"Decepticons rally we are helping!" Megatron ordered.
Megatron's blood red optics flared continuously, while his energon in his veins boiled like a raging river of lava.
Someone harmed his younger brother. He would make the slaggers pay.
(Where Optimus was)
Nervous clicking, chirps, and sobbing were all Banacheck, Galloway and Simmons heard. The three men leaned closer, watching the monitor, while several men entered the lab.
"What's next for today?" Simmons asked, lighting up a cigarette.
"He is having his vocal box removed," Banacheck answered. "We know he won't talk, so why be forced to listen to his pleas and bluster?"
"This should be good," Galloway said.
Galloway pulled his seat closer, his eyes shining with an almost erotic gleam to them. He had wanted this. Yes, for so long he wanted to see Optimus Prime vulnerable and at the mercy of the very creatures he had sworn to protect. The very idea now made Galloway smirk. Banacheck turned his head and saw the look on Galloway's face.
"What?" Banacheck asked.
"Well think about, he is at the mercy of the very ones he swore to protect," Galloway noted with a chuckle. "Makes me amused is all." Banacheck shook his head with a chuckle of his own, fiddling once more with his mustache.
"Watch," Banacheck ordered, Simmons and Galloway sat back and crossed their legs.
The other humans swarmed around the helpless prime, while awful whining sounds filled the lab. One of the men stood by the control panel, working the mechanical arm. Optimus pulled against the chains fruitlessly, his optic dimmed with pain until he caught sight of the mechanical arm. His optic flashed brightly and he tried lamely to escape.
"You refused to voice any secrets, there is no need for you to have your vocals then, is there?" an unidentified human asked.
Optimus could feel it once more, the icy cold grip coiled around his spark. It squeezed tightly, like a snake constricting air from its victims.
"Remove his vocal box, and do not be kind about it," the human remarked.
A blade cut deep into his metal skin, through wiring, until finally reaching its target. Optimus made awful screeching sounds while his vocal box was cut into. Optimus' head slammed back and forth against the table, the anguish he was going through was too much. When they reached the vocal box, the blades slipped away. The mechanical hands activated, reached in, and slashed and shredded their way in before tearing the box out. The Autobot commander thrashed wildly against his bonds, his energon going everywhere.
"Now you see," Galloway snarled, approaching with Banacheck and Simmons.
"You are nothing to us, your secrets will be ours," Simmons said with a sneer.
"I don't think anyone truly cares about you," Galloway added, ready to try mental torture on their victim now.
"You think that girl loves you? She doesn't," Banacheck lied. "It was the power she was after all along."
Optimus screeched, trying to speak, his spark twisting up with mixed emotions. His body contorted and convulsed, he was losing so much energon. Warnings went off in his optic, pending stasis would hit him soon. He welcomed it. He wanted it to end, and he was so lost. His spark felt like someone just ripped it in half.
Help me, please, someone, anyone.
Suddenly doors exploded and humans scattered like mice trying to evade cats but it was useless Megatron had a bloodlust now his brother was badly injured and no one was going to stop him from revenge on these humans...…. NOONE