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"The AllSpark?" Ratchet repeated in disbelief. "Impossible."
"I thought so too, until I examined it," Prowl replied. "But I'm sure it is the real thing, we found it buried in some rubble. We are at a Space Bridge, it could have easily come through this one."
"Get it back to the ship," Ratchet ordered. "We can't risk it's signal attracting Cons, come back now."
"We're coming, we're bringing the Shuttle," Prowl replied calmly before disconnecting.
Ratchet collapsed into a bolted down seat, he was shocked. How they could, mere repair bots have found such a powerful and sought after relic? It beggared belief, it was incredible enough that they'd managed to get Prime back but to also discover the AllSpark.
By the end of this cycle, Ratchet was going to need a very stiff drink.
"Kid," he muttered as he glanced over at the sleeping Optimus and Valour. "Things just got a whole lot more complicated."
Sometime later, Prowl, Bulkhead and Bumblebee made it back to the ship. Ratchet was waiting outside as they hauled the Shuttle back with Prowl carrying a sealed casket. Ratchet optics were fixed on it, did it really contain the AllSpark? An object so powerful and yet so dangerous that the Autobots had been forced to fling it into a Space Bridge before destroying said Space Bridge. Ratchet almost shivered at this but managed to control himself as he stepped forward to meet them.
"Prime's recharging," he said gruffly as Bulkhead and Bumblebee finally finished hauling the Decepticon Shuttle. "Let's see what you got."
Prowl wordlessly passed the casket to him and the old Medic opened it up. He swore under his breath as his face was lit up by a bright blue, glowing light. It was the AllSpark alright, all his readings told him so but he could barely believe it. They'd done what the whole Decepticon army had failed to do, they'd found it.
"What are we going to do with it?" Bulkhead asked in wonder as he stared down at it.
"The only thing we can do," Ratchet said gruffly, closing the casket up again. "Take it with us, if there's even a chance the Decepticons have tracked Optimus, we can't risk this falling into their hands. But by Primus..."
As Prowl nodded, Bumblebee suddenly interjected.
"I think it's awesome, think what we can do with it."
"The only thing we're doing is keeping it safe," Ratchet abolished. "We ain't gonna mess with it and end up clueing the Cons to our location."
Bumblebee pouted at this, folding his arms.
"Ratchet, you want me and Bee to put this in the hold?" Bulkhead questioned, gesturing at the Shuttle.
"Yeah, let's get that over and done with," Ratchet said with a nod before asking. "You get rid of all its traces?"
"We did but we can make double sure before we leave this place," Prowl stated.
"Do that then," Ratchet said with another nod, turning to go back into the ship, Prowl following.
"Aw, how come we get stuck with the boring work?" was Bumblebee's complaint as the ship hatch closed behind them.
"Younglings," Ratchet growled before getting down to business. "Prowl, have you any idea where we could go? Prime thinks it would be best if we find a place and settle there, rather than constantly travelling. He believes there's too much risk we'll keep running into Cons."
"That seems logical," Prowl said with a nod. "But I'm afraid I do not know of any suitable planets, everyone I can think of would be a bad choice for us."
"Same with me," Ratchet grumbled. "Their either inhabited by bots or are utterly primitive. We don't want a completely primitive planet, we need one where we can get supplies but don't have to worry about bots selling us out."
Prowl nodded with a sigh as Ratchet glanced down at the casket.
"I'm going to put this into storage, we'll deal with it later, right now we need to think about moving."
Prowl considered for a moment before saying thoughtfully.
"We are right outside a Space Bridge, I think we should use that, once we have a location in mind."
"Hmm but Space Bridge leave traces," Ratchet pointed out causing Prowl to smile.
"Not if we initiate a self destruct sequence," Prowl stated calmly before adding. "We were talking about it as he cleared away the signs of the Shuttle, Bulkhead actually knows quite a bit about Space Bridge technology."
"Huh, imagine that," Ratchet said as he moved away with the casket.
"Watch over Prime until I get back," he called over his shoulder and Prowl bowed his head in agreement.
Prowl went into the room where Optimus was sleeping peacefully, one hand cuddling Valour to him. The Cyber Ninja smiled at this, Optimus had produced a beautiful Sparkling indeed. Prowl was not inclined to judge the little Sparkling because his Sire was a cruel Decepticon, his Master Yoketron had taught him that. Sadly, there were others who wouldn't be so kind, they would only see
The poor child would probably be either taunted or feared for having such a Sire, in a way, it was probably better they were going into hiding. Who knows, they might end up in a place with intelligent creatures who'd never heard of Megatron and wouldn't care about Valour's absent Sire. Prowl hoped so, while he liked the crew well enough, it would be nice to see some new faces.
He sighed, they'd no doubt find out soon enough if their hiding place had any intelligent inhabitants. The Cyber Ninja decided to start looking up known planets, to see if they could determine which would be a good one to flee to. As he did this, he was sure to keep a close watch on the Prime and his son, but neither stirred.
Unfortunately, his search wasn't yielding any good results, every single one had a fault with them. Be it lack of supplies they could scavenge, too much Decepticon interested, inhabited by Autobots, the list went on. He was starting to get a little frustrated by the time Ratchet came back in.
"I spoke to Bulkhead and Bumblebee," he said softly. "Bulkhead's going to rig that Space Bridge, once we're ready to go, he'll activate a timer which will destroy it after we've gone through. They're just doing that now and then giving this asteroid one last patrol for anything we might have missed."
"Good," Prowl stated, frowning as yet another possible planet was deemed unsuitable.
Ratchet bent over Prowl, seeing what he was looking up and sighed.
"No luck then?"
"No, I can't seem to find anything that would do for us," Prowl said, a hint of frustration in his voice. "Every single one of these locations has a disadvantage to them."
"They do," Ratchet admitted grimly. "We can always ask Optimus, he's travelled a bit, he may have an idea."
As Prowl nodded, they heard a sudden groan from Optimus and turned to see him stirring. Ratchet grumbled something about stubborn younglings and rushed over to the Prime's side. Optimus opened his optics which filled with relief when he spotted Ratchet, he'd probably thought they'd all been a dream.
"How long have I been out of it?" Optimus asked softly, stroking his sleeping Sparkling.
"Not long enough," Ratchet said grimly as he scanned him. "We're almost finished up here, we just need a location and we can get going. Any ideas?"
"Nothing springs to mind," Optimus said regretfully.
"Never mind, we'll think of something," Ratchet said gently, he didn't want Prime getting stressed out.
Optimus smiled but he now looked worried. The sooner they found a decent place to settle, the happier he would be. He wanted to start caring for Valour properly without worrying about any Decepticons stumbling over them. Now that he had a Sparkling of his own, he wanted to ensure he had the best life growing up.
He suddenly saw Prowl and Ratchet glance at each other and there was something in their expression.
"What is it?" he asked sharply and they looked at him, they seemed to be making up their minds about something.
"Prime, we found something while we were recovering that Shuttle, it may, or may not pose a problem."
"What is it?" Optimus asked softly.
"The AllSpark," Prowl said softly causing Optimus to gasp out loud and stare at him in disbelief.
"The AllSpark?" Are you sure?" Optimus asked and they nodded.
"No doubt about it," Ratchet said gruffly. "We've found the AllSpark of all things and now we've got to hide it. If the Decepticons manage to track you...well, we can't risk them stumbling over it."
Optimus nodded but he still wasn't happy.
"That's a powerful object, what is the Decepticons manage to track its power?"
"We'll do our best shield it but it appears to be in an inactive state at the moment," Prowl said thoughtfully.
"Let's hope it remains that way," Optimus said tiredly as Bumblebee and Bulkhead rushed into the room.
"Hey boss," Bumblebee began loudly before jumping back as everyone shushed him, looking pointedly at Valour who was still sleeping soundly.
"Sorry," he said, lowering his voice to a stage whisper. "I was just saying, everything's set, we just need a destination, boss."
Optimus chuckled.
"That would be great news Bumblebee, if we had a location in mind."
Bumblebee deflated slightly, pouting as he tried to think of something. Unfortunately, the only real travelling he'd done was with his team and now of the places they'd visited was any good. And judging by the look on Bulkhead's face, he didn't have any good ideas either.
Optimus sighed and suddenly sat up properly, holding Valour carefully and turned to Ratchet.
"Ratchet, could you look after Valour...I need...I need a walk to clear my help."
"Sure thing," Ratchet said, knowing that Optimus needed the freedom he'd been denied as a Decepticon prisoner.
He gently took Valour who only squirmed a little before settling. Optimus smiled, lightly rubbing his son's back before leaving the room, only limping a little. Bumblebee looked like he wanted to follow but a gentle hand on his shoulder from Bulkhead convinced him otherwise. Prowl sent Bulkhead a smile, he'd done the right thing.
Optimus wondered through the ship that had been his home ever since he'd been given his team. It was certainly more of a home than the room he'd been locked in during his imprisonment with the Decepticons. Since it had been Megatron's personal quarters, it had been spacious, the berth had been very comfortable and there had been a whole case of data pads.
But it hadn't matter that they had been nice quarters, he'd never been able to relax and enjoy them. He spent most of his time in pain and dredging Megatron's return which would produce even more pain. Even when Megatron had stopped interfacing with him, he'd still had to endure Carrying Valour.
He loved Valour more than anything in the Universe but Carrying, especially for the first time was no easy thing. It didn't help but his Carrying was the result of rape and that Megatron was very unsympathetic to his illness while Carrying. In fact, Decepticons seemed to have this ridiculous notion that the more the Carrier suffered, the stronger the Sparkling would be.
That had really pissed Optimus off so much so he'd actually thrown a few things at Megatron, completely uncaring of the consequences. However, Megatron had actually been amused by this, particularly as Optimus hadn't been able to thrown any objects that could do any damage. It meant Optimus didn't get beaten or raped but he would have loved to have caused Megatron some pain, any pain to repay the pain he himself had suffered.
As an Autobot, he wasn't meant to think like that but by Primus, he was only mortal. That Mech had caused him and others such suffering that it was nigh impossible not to wish him suffering in return. Which was why when he thought about what Megatron must be going through at this precise moment, it gave him a lot of vindictive pleasure.
Megatron's POV
As it happened, Megatron was in a towering rage but for reasons Optimus couldn't know about. But even if he did, he'd wish it wasn't so.
"Please...," the young Femme begged as the grey Warlord loomed over her. "Please don't, I can't..."
"Be quiet," Megatron snarled as she gasped and continued weeping, something she'd done ever since she'd been brought to him.
He raised a warning fist causing her to curl up, covering her face with her hands, still weeping loudly. Megatron uncurled his fist and rubbed his face with it, this Femme made a useless substitute for Prime. He supposed she was pretty enough with red and sliver highlighting her form but she appeared to have no spirit whatsoever.
Unlike little Prime who had fought him at every time, who he'd had to pin down before he could do anything. It was what made Prime an exciting berth partner, he had to really dominate him before they could interface. It made everything so much sweeter when Prime struggled and gritted his denta against him.
Sadly, the more he thought about Prime, the more he wanted him back, his desire was beginning to get unbearable. This was why he'd told his men to bring him a pretty Autobot prisoner so that he could rid himself of his desire. But so far, it wasn't working, it just made him wish more than ever that he had his Prime back with him.
Damn it, this Femme was so useless that his lust wasn't sated at all by her naked body, or her open Port. Normally, he'd happily interface with both Femmes and Mechs, tears and begging certainly never put him off. But now he wanted more, he wanted his berth partners to give him more of a challenge.
With such pathetic specimens like this Femme, he might as well use toy to self service. In fact, her weeping was really starting to get on his nerves so much so...
"Get out of my sight," he growled, grimacing as she flinched at his tone. "I have no desire to waste my time with a lowlife like you, go...perhaps one of my men can find the patient to put you to use."
She shook her head wildly, she didn't' want to go from one nightmare to another but he growled again, the sound very threatening. Whimpering loudly, she crawled away from him, he didn't stop her and started to gather up her torn off armour. But she was trembling so hard, she could barely hold and reattach them, so much so that Megatron lost his temper.
"Get out now!" he half shouted and jumping, she scooped it all up and fled from the room, sobbing at the humiliation.
Megatron didn't care what happened to her, either one of his men would take her for themselves or just take her back to the other prisoners. Frankly, it depended on the Mech's taste, if he only liked Mechs, he would take the latter course but if he liked Femmes...Well, he still didn't care, but now he had a problem.
He was burning down below, making him almost regret sending the Femme away but he wasn't about to call her back. There was only one thing for it and he promptly removed his Cod Piece and took a firm grasp of his swelling Spike. As he began to pump his hand up and down it, he tried not to think of that little Prime.
The last thing he wanted was to grow dependant on that Autobot's face and body, he didn't want to have to think about him everything he wanted an erection. He wanted that Autobot back alright, wanted to frag him until he screamed but he would allow no one to have any sort of power on him.
He was Supreme overlord of the Decepticons, he answered to on one, and some Autobot slut wasn't about to change that. But he did hope that his men found that Prime soon, it would be a lot easier to solve this problem if he could have Prime under him right now.
"Primus," he growled as he felt overload approach. "In your wisdom, grant me my beloved first born, my son Valour and also his Carrier, the Autobot Optimus Prime. I need them both, neither should be separated from me, Valour will be my ultimate pride and joy and Prime..."
He smirked as he rubbed a thumb of his tip, briefly imaging it to be Prime's thumb doing this.
"...will be taken care of very thoroughly."
Author's note. The next chapter has Prime accidently activating the AllSpark but what will happen. Well, if you've watched the series, I think you can guess but if not, it shall be a surprise. Until next time.
