thoughts/Bumblebee talk/dreams/flashbacks

Main Pairings:

OptimusxRatchet

Child(s): Solarwind, Hot Rod, Bumblebee (adopted), Turnfire

Knock OutxBreakdown

Child(s): Blockout

MegatronxSoundwave

Child(s): Sonicbeat, cassetticons

CliffjumperxArcee

Child(s): Gatejumper, Miracle

BulkheadxWheeljack

Child(s):

JazzxProwl

Child(s):

IronhidexChromia

Child(s): Sundance

StarscreamxSkyfire

Child(s):

ex RatchetxLightwave

Child(s): Prowl, Barricade, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bluestreak, Smokescreen

forced SoundwavexBarge

Child(s): cassetticons

Warnings: kissing, mentions of interfacing, violence, slash, fluff, possibly sadness in future chapters, death, birth, and mpreg. And anything else I forgot to add.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters. XxXSkylarxRatchet96XxX owns Sonicbeat. Optimus' girl owns Turnfire and made Blockout, Gatejumper, and Miracle.

Solarwind raced back to Iacon as fast as his body was capable. He sped into the housing of the Prime, transforming and flipping over his new siblings. The sparklings cooed and clapped, wanting more of the action. Optimus and Ratchet looked up from their place on the couch. Solarwind placed his servos on his knees, holding up one with a digit in the air as he caught up with his processor.

"Sire... carrier, it's Barricade," Solarwind gasped out, standing straight.

"Solarwind slow down. Now, calm down and tell us again. Slowly," Ratchet said.

"Barricade is in trouble. A mech showed up and started shooting at us. He's the same one that tortured me," Solarwind said slowly, terror entering his form and voice. "'Cade is hurt. I don't know how badly now."

"Ratchet, prepare your medical kit. I will gather the troops. Solarwind, take me to Barricade," Optimus ordered.

"What about Hot Rod and Turnfire?" Ratchet asked.

"Smokescreen can watch over them," Optimus replied.

~~~000

Barricade snarled as he was struck in the back. This mech fought well, but dirty at the same time. Another mech showed up, breathing fire and slashing at the shock trooper. Barricade rolled away from the flames, shooting at the beast. Shockwave took this chance to attack from behind, knocking Barricade into Predaking. The beast grabbed his victim in his jaws, clamping down tightly and shaking him.

Barricade gritted his dentas as the sharp teeth punctured into him. He was thrown and scratched before rolling to a stop. He weakly got up, only for a giant paw to pin him down again. Shockwave stalked up and bent down, looking at the former Decepticon with what seemed to be pity in his optic. His clawed servo traced grey faceplates with mock gentleness.

"Hello again Barricade. Have you been well?" Shockwave asked.

"Get slagged creep," Barricade snarled, clenching his servos as Predaking dug into his back. Energon trickled from the corner of his mouth on the left. "That all you got Shockwave? A pet? It'll take a lot more than a few scratches to bring me down."

"I can assure you that Predaking can kill you easily," Shockwave said, standing up straight. "You know what to do my creation. Make it messy, painful, but quick. Reinforcements will appear shortly."

Predaking roared before attacking, shredding plating and splitting open energon lines. Barricade let out short screams, keeping it mostly inside. The dragon turned him over, tearing away his chestplate easily. The sound of transformation sounded louder than normal as Predaking changed. He knelt down to sit on the damaged stomach before leaning down and tracing the spark with his talons.

"Such a bright spark," Predaking murmured, slightly digging in. "I promise it will be slow."

Predaking went in deeper. Barricade couldn't arch because of the weight on him, but he screamed loudly. White hot pain entered his soul, burning deeply. He could feel his family through the bond shouting his name. He sent love to them. As weak as they were, they were still felt.

~~~000

Ratchet sped faster once he heard his son and felt his pain. He noticed the rest of his sons also felt the pain, going as fast as they could. At last they could see the offenders off in the distance. Megatron flew ahead of the rest, transforming and landing on the new mech. Shockwave tried to escape, but Starscream shot him with a stasis beam. Predaking twisted in Megatron's grasp, but it was useless. He stood down, surrendering in peace.

"Barricade!"

Prowl gently and carefully touched his twin. The energon staining the metal and planet was still fresh. Ratchet opened his kit and searched through it, getting started on stopping the bleeding. A servo rested on the medic's, stopping him. Barricade stared at his carrier with pained optics, giving him a soft smile.

"It's fine carrier," Barricade whispered. "I'll be fine."

"'Cade what are you talking about?" Sunstreaker asked, kneeling down as well with the rest of his brothers.

"Search the bond. I'm... beyond damaged," Barricade chuckled. "Not how I would imagine my death. But... it's a warrior's death."

"You got hurt because of me," Solarwind said, form shaking as he fought off tears. "I should of stayed behind and helped you."

"Then you would be dead. 'Wind, you did me proud. You... got them." It was becoming harder to fight off the darkness. "Keep it up."

"Barricade, you protected Solarwind from Shockwave. Well down my son," Optimus praised, joining the family.

"You ain't so bad... as a sire. Glad... carrier... chose you." Barricade relaxed, finally in peace. He welcomed the darkness with a smile. He had done the honorable thing and it felt right.

~~~000

"You made me so proud Barricade," Lightwave said. Barricade turned to the voice, embracing its owner. "Hello my son."

"Sire I've missed you so much," Barricade said, loving the feeling of seeing his sire once more.

"You have a choice my son," Lightwave said, staring down at red optics. "You can go back to them, or you can stay here with me. It's a big decision so take as much time as you need. There's no rush."

~~~000

Optimus stared out the window at the rising dawn. Knock Out and Breakdown offered to fix Barricade's frame. Ratchet didn't do much anymore, simply mourning for his oldest. Barricade had a good life, one with honor and love. The Prime only regretted not knowing him better. He turned from the window and went to the berth, looking at Ratchet's recharging frame before moving on.

Cries from his son and daughter came from the room across the hall. He got two bottles of energon for them before walking up to them. He had learned that Turnfire was to be fed first or else she would be fussy all day. Hot Rod waited patiently for his turn, smiling up at his sire. Once Turnfire was done, Hot Rod was fed. After that task was finished, the Prime left them to play on the floor, sitting nearby and leaning against the wall.

"You two would of enjoyed Barricade," Optimus said softly. "He knows how to protect those he loves. I'm sure he would also spoil you thoroughly. I do not know much about him, but I can tell his spark was pure. His noble act yesterday proved it."

The sparklings cooed, crawling over and climbing on their sire. Optimus brought them up to his chest, telling different stories that he remembered from his own youngling years. It brought him true happiness and peace. This was how he always wanted his life. Once more arrived on the planet, he would make a new High Council with mechs and femmes he trusted. Starscream already was on his list.

~~~000

"Why did you do it?" Megatron interrogated, slamming his servos on the table.

"Barricade is a very unusual specimen to study," Shockwave answered. "He has a body and mind like no other. Not even his twin could match it perfectly. But so does that youngling. I believe his name is Solarwind."

Megatron growled and slapped the once loyal mech. It disgusted him that one would experiment on his own for his own sick pleasure and curiosity. He stormed out of the room before he did anything rash. The next was Predaking. He was sitting calmly on the berth, not even drawing his weapons or acting hostile. As the former warlord got closer, he saw scars along the dark neck. Abuse.

"What is your name?" Megatron asked, sitting across from the larger.

"I am called Predaking, leader of the Predacons," Predaking announced. "Sadly I am the only Predacon. My creator has been unable to recreate more of my kind."

"Your creator is a very sick and disgusting mech," Megatron commented. "He's abused you, hasn't he?"

Predaking stayed silent. He was told to keep quiet about what happened to him. Megatron traced the scars, feeling how terrible they healed. It hurt to see that anyone could suffer like that.

"If you side with me, I can stop the abuse. I will also find a way to bring back your kind. You shouldn't suffer or be the last," Megatron promised. "Come with me Predaking and live a better life."

Predaking thought about it. A life with no pain and suffering sounded promising. He nodded, taking Megatron's servo in agreement.