Pairings:

MegatronxOptimus Prime

WheeljackxBulkhead

RatchetxIronhide

SmokescreenxBumblebee

BreakdownxKnock Out

JazzxProwl

GrimlockxNightstar (oc)

SoundwavexBlaster

Warnings: kissing, mentions of interfacing, violence, fluff, possibly sadness in future chapters, birth, and mpreg. And mentions of rape.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters. And I don't know about the characters that I have been given ideas from others. But they get the credit for making them.

Megatron and Optimus arrived at the hospital. They stared down at Photon with love. The seekerlet was still sleeping, an energon drip connected to his arm.

"He's so perfect Optimus," said Megatron.

"Yes he is," Optimus agreed.

Knock Out knocked softly and motioned for the pair to speak with him in private. They went to his office down the hall.

"He's been abused and neglected," said Knock Out. "I've found various other injuries to him other than his damaged throat tubing and wings from today. And all he's had was recycled energon in very little amounts."

"Just like me," Optimus said. "History just enjoys to repeat until we learn our lesson. Find out who his creators are from an energon sample. I'll get Prowl and Jazz to do a search in their house, find evidence of abuse and neglect."

"I would do so. He needs some love right now. He has a processor glitch that cannot be fixed. It will cause him a lot of difficulty in his life. I will make some special energon for him. He's allergic to the other stuff. I would give him a few weeks here to ensure that his wings heal properly," said Knock Out. "You're free to visit him at any time."

"Thank you Knock Out," said Megatron.

"One more thing. How is carrier doing?" asked Optimus.

"Well he's drinking himself crazy and he can't seem to release some stress through self interface. But I'm sure if... when Ironhide wakes up, he'll be 'punished' good if you know what I mean," said Knock Out. "He says that you aren't welcome here, but as next CMO, I've overruled that order. He's just not himself right now."

"I see. Thank you for your assistant," said Optimus.

Knock Out hummed in agreement and got to working on some patient files. Megatron and Optimus went back to the seekerlet, seeing as he was awake now. Photon beamed up when he saw Optimus come in. Optimus scooted a chair closer and leaned forward so that his elbows rested on the berth.

"How are you feeling Photon?" asked Optimus.

"I'm feeling better. I've never felt like this before," said Photon.

"That's good. Now my friend is making you a certain energon. You can only have this energon as you are allergic to the other ones. Keep a cube on you at all times for when we take you home with us," said Optimus.

"That would be nice. I've never had this kind of care shown to me," said Photon quietly.

"Photon, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to you?"

"Well ever since I've been sparked, I've been abused by my creators. They wanted a perfect sparkling with no flaws. They found out that I had this glitch and that's when it happened. It's been like this for years, mainly during the Great War until it ended and we moved here. They come home and they beat me before fragging each other and making me watch. Then they threw me out saying that I was too much of a burden," Photon explained. "I was always pushed away and had recycled energon that I found. The other three you saw were the neighborhood bullies. They claimed to have ruled everyone and everything. If you didn't do what you were told, you got punished. They told me to put on 'an arousing display' and I refused. Then they took me away and started to beat me. Then you saved me."

"Then it is fortunate that I saved you. They would of killed you had I not came in time. You don't have to worry about them anymore. I've got two of my other friends taking care of them right now," said Optimus. "And we'll take care of your creators too. You know what? I'll tell you a little secret."

Photon moved closer and put his servos in his lap. Megatron moved behind his mate and rested a servo on his shoulder.

"What is it?"

"I was thrown out by my creators too because I have an illness that makes me glitch hard. They didn't like that and just threw me out. Then a nice mech took me in with his mate and adopted me. Later on in my life I became the Prime," said Optimus.

"Whoa. That's so cool. Without that mech, you won't of been here today to save me," said Photon.

"Indeed."

"Who's this behind you carrier?"

Megatron was startled to hear the youngling call his mate his carrier. Already he felt like this was his son.

"This is my mate, Megatron," said Optimus. "He won't hurt you. If anything he will love you as if I was the one who sparked you."

Photon smiled and hugged both of them. He felt a strange feeling in his spark. It felt good. It was his first time feeling what real love was.

~~~hidden location

"I'm back," the mech growled.

"Welcome back Galvatron. I take it that you had a nice journey?" asked the black mech.

"Indeed I did Axel. Did you get the seeker?"

"Yes. He is in the brig now, all prepped and stuff."

"Excellent. You shall get rewarded for this."

Axel bowed and followed the large purple mech. He knew that it was just Shockwave and Ratbat combined with Unicron. But Shockwave was dead and Ratbat was somewhat there. He also knew that Ratbat still wanted to get Optimus Prime to give to his master and be rewarded with being the ruler of galaxies. Unicron had the strong power to control those who he wanted to. Ratbat was sadly too far gone to change his mind about following the Dark God. Now he paid a hefty price. Shockwave had followed Ratbat blindly and didn't know what he was getting himself into.

Starscream was huddled up in a corner, wings shaking with coldness. He kept thinking to himself about all the things they were going to do to him. Rape was the first thing that he always thought off. Then slow and painful death. He heard the approaching mechs and curled up tighter. His spark froze when he saw dark purple optics staring in his red ones.

"Hello little seeker," the mech said.

"Unicron," Starscream whispered in fear.

~~~few weeks later

"Alright, we are here to do a search of the house," said Prowl, holding up a warrant.

"What are you looking for? There isn't anything here," a red seeker said.

"Firestorm quiet. Don't upset the police," said a smaller green seeker.

"I know what I'm doing Seehek," said Firestorm.

Prowl looked with Jazz in each room. They found a few barbed chains and energon covered cuffs and small wing cuffs. They got them all and arrested the two.

"What do you think you're doing?" Firestorm demanded.

"You both are under arrest. We have found evidence of things used to abuse a small child. Anything you say can and will be held against you," said Prowl.

~~~hospital

Optimus held his arms out in front of him, palms up. Photon wobbled as he walked with his newly repaired wings and thrusters in his pedes. He walked towards Optimus and landed into his servos. Optimus lifted him up and praised him. Megatron was at home with the twins and triplets while also getting things ready for the seekerlet. They had received word from Jazz that they found evidence that Photon was indeed abused. The creators were going to be held on trail a few days after the celebrations. Optimus was glad and looked towards Knock Out.

"I believe he's ready now," said Knock Out.

"Let's take you to your new home shall we?" asked Optimus.

"Yes," Photon agreed.

"Good," said Optimus.

"I shall be sending a supply of energon over to your place for him," said Knock Out. "It will arrive sometime today."

"Thank you Knock Out," said Optimus.

"Thanks," said Photon.

"You're both welcome. Now go home," said Knock Out.

Optimus picked up his 'son' and walked out the doors. He transformed and took the mechling home. Photon's optics went huge when he saw how much better Optimus' home was to his own. Megatron welcomed them and showed Photon around and to his room.

"This is all mine?" asked Photon, looking around his room.

"Yes it is," said Megatron.

Photon ran to the window, which was pretty much a wall. He looked out to see the setting sun along with a shining crystal garden below. The sky invited the seeker to drink in the view.

"This is so awesome," said Photon. "I've never seen anything like it before."

"I'm glad you enjoy it," said Optimus. "I have reports I have to fill out and see about adopting you when the trail is over with. Megatron will be available if you need anything."

Opitmus walked back to the main room with his mate and 'son' following when a knock was heard at the door. Megatron answered it and saw a tall red and maroon mech standing there with a smaller green femme.

"Does Optimus Prime live here?" the mech asked.

"Yes. Why?" Megatron questioned.

"Oh well first let me introduce ourselves. I'm Hyller and this is my mate Geme," the mech said.

"Come in. I shall go get him," said Megatron.

The two came in and waited patiently. Megatron got his mate and pulled him to the two new bots before leaving with Photon. Optimus glared at the two in his home.

"Orion Pax. Been a long time. Did you miss us?" Hyller asked.

"Not one bit. You left me and another took me in," said Optimus.

"Well you see about that. We wanted you to do something great and you have. You became Prime and ended the war," said Hyller.

"You both are strangers to me. Now please leave," Optimus said.

"That's no way to treat your creators now is it Orion?" asked Geme.

"You are not my creators. Not anymore you aren't," said Optimus. "You lost me the second you threw me out because I was really ill. Now I won't ask again. Please get out."

Hyller growled and stomped out with his mate behind him. He was going to get his son back, no matter what. And he knew how to do that.

"Come Geme," said Hyller, "I know where to go to get our son back."

~~~hospital

"Go home Ratchet. You aren't fit for work," said First Aid.

"I am too fit," Ratchet slurred from his desk.

"Please sir. You're drunk and can't do anything right now. You've been staring at that datapad for hours now," First Aid reasoned.

Ratchet got up and marched right over to his assistant, optics dark with how drunk he was. First Aid was backed up into the wall. Ratchet, for some reason, had a scalpel in his servo and jabbed it right into First Aid's shoulder seam, damaging it and leaving it limply hanging. Ratchet turned back with another one in his servo and continued with his task, which was actually carving into his desk.

"Go away Aid. I don't need you telling me what to do," said Ratchet.

First Aid huffed an opened the door, saying one last thing before leaving. "I don't see what Ironhide saw in you. It's also no wonder why Optimus is taking care of the triplets on top of all his other work. You are just so sparkles right now. Ironhide would be disappointed seeing you like this."

Ratchet rested his helm on his desk. His processor was all hazed with all the drinking he's been doing. He wanted Ironhide there to help him stop. Or even Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. He hardly remembered the argument he had with Optimus. First Aid was right. Ratchet got up and headed home late that night. He needed a good rest and maybe things will be better in the morning.