Main Parings:
forced StarscreamxMegatron
StevexStarscream
Child(s):
MegatronxOptimus
Child(s): Hot Rod
Knock OutxBreakdown
child(s): Fender
First AidxAmbulon
Child(s):
ex. PharmaxRatchet
Child(s): Barricade, Prowl, Smokescreen, Bluestreak
Ultra MagnusxHot Rod (Rodimus)
Child(s):
ArceexCliffjumper
Child(s):
SmokescreenxBumblebee
Child(s):
BulkheadxWheeljack
Child(s):
SoundwavexBlaster
Child(s): Cassettes
DreadwingxTom (vehicon)
Child(s):
JazzxProwl
Child(s): Jaye,
Warnings: There will be the following: kissing, mention of rape, violence, abuse, mpreg, graphic things (So beware!) that are not rated X or stuff like that, mentions of interfacing, fluff, flirting, this is a slash fic, and I will add more if there is some. So please heed. I don't like flames. It hurts me.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters.
"Are you sure that's a good idea sir?" asked Arcee. "I mean Starscream, Breakdown, Knock Out, their spawn, two vehicons, and Dreadwing. They're Decepticons."
"Fender is but a mere youngling. He does not know of the war or of fighting. The only violence he has seen was when Starscream's abused by Megatron. As for the others, I have promised them a safe haven for Ratchet's treatment. He would not of survived the night if Starscream hadn't helped," said Optimus.
"How do we know he's not tricking us?" the femme questioned.
"I have seen the softer side of Starscream. I can see he truly cares for his friends and wishes no harm to befall them," said Optimus. "Now go on patrol. There will be no more arguing."
Arcee huffed in anger before driving off. Optimus felt hurt that one of his soldiers would question him. He's seen Megatron's abusive way and yearned to help him. It was just like when he was Orion Pax. They had courted and interfaced yes, but something bigger was in control. Megatron was kind and loving, not needing violence. But something happened the day he was attacked while in recharge in the gladiatorial pits of Kaon. And it changed everything. Optimus didn't know at the time, but Megatron got him carrying.
It was lonely carrying period, but Optimus managed. It was when the war started up and after he became Prime that he sparked a little mech. The sparkling was red, yellow, and orange with tiny flames on his chest. Optimus named him Hot Rod and sent him to Alpha Trion to stay safe. And Orion knew that his son wanted to stay, but couldn't. The Great Exodus was where Optimus sent his son off into space. It pained him greatly. And with Fender coming to the base, he will do everything to make him feel safe. No sparkling or youngling should be sent away from their creators.
"Sir?" Prowl asked.
Optimus snapped from his thoughts. He smiled at his Second.
"Yes Prowl?" asked Optimus.
"Jazz just went into labor," said Prowl.
"I see. Go join your mate Prowl. I will inform the others," said Optimus.
"Yes sir," said Prowl, turning and headed towards the screams down the hallway.
~~~000
Both Knock Out and Breakdown wanted to gag at the sight. The entire wing was ripped off, showing delicate circuitry and gruesome, shredded metal. Energon lines bled everything they held, not stopping, even with the much pressure put on it. Knock Out had put Starscream into stasis to try to ease the pain. The medic's servos and arms stained with the energon leaking as he tried to stop the flow.
"Breakdown get me more energon. And life support. His vitals are dropping," Knock Out ordered.
"Alright babe," said Breakdown.
Tom still stood off to the side. The doors opened and Steve ran in, having heard while getting energon. Tom gently led Steve out of the medibay and to their room. Steve couldn't believe it. The rumor of Starscream being attacked was true.
"Is he going to die?" asked Steve.
"We're not sure. I'm sure Knock Out and Breakdown will do everything they can," said Tom. "Just stay here with me. Knock Out will tell us when Starscream's better."
"He looks terrible," said Steve.
Tom nodded and rubbed his friend's back. Steve cried himself to sleep, clinging to his friend. Tom stayed there until Knock Out did call. Tom got Steve up and they headed towards medibay.
"How is he Knock Out?" asked Tom.
"Well he'll live, but won't be able to fly for weeks. I don't know how to reattach wings the proper way. But the Autobot medic does," said Knock Out.
"Then we need to get him," said Steve.
"And how do you plan on doing that?" asked Megatron, suddenly appearing.
"My Lord?! I was... uh... I'm not sure. The commander needs attention and without the Autobot medic helping, he will go crazy. From what I've heard, seekers need to fly or else they go crazy and eventually die. I've seen it happen to a friend of mine before the war in the Badlands," said Steve.
"You make a good case soldier. Tell me, what is your name?" asked Megatron.
"ST3V3, uh Steve my liege," Steve said, completely nervous.
"You will come up with a way to capture the medic. I need my Second in his best condition," said Megatron.
"Of course Lord Megatron," Steve bowed.
"MEGATRON! HOW DARE YOU GROUND ME!" Starscream snarled, leaping from the berth, medical equipment flying in different directions.
The Vosian prince latched onto the larger mech, ripping open his wound. Energon flowed out, Knock Out cursing. Starscream clawed and bit at the warlord, drawing purple energon. Megatron threw him off, looking towards his medic. Knock Out sedated the seeker and had Breakdown get him ready for the wound to be repaired again.
"I can see what you mean. Hurry with your plan," said Megatron. "Knock Out, restrain him and make sure he cannot escape."
"Of course Lord Megatron," said Knock Out.
Megatron left towards the bridge, not caring for the wounds. Steve slumped when he left and turned back towards the two mates.
"He'll be fine. The slaghead ripped open the wound. Simple wielding will fix it right up," said Knock Out.
"Steve, I'll be back," said Tom. "Dreadwing is requesting I go on patrol with him."
"Have fun," said Steve.
"I will," Tom said.
~~~000
Pain. That's all he knew right then. Pain and agony. His back hurt where his wing once was. Someone was also holding his servo. Starscream opened his dimmed optics and looked to his right. Steve slept soundly next to him, his grip firm. Starscream smiled, glad to have him nearby.
"How you feeling?" Steve asked, feeling the seeker move.
"I hurt," Starscream admitted.
"I bet. Knock Out did the best he could, but he needs Ratchet to reattach your wing. Lord Megatron has given me the task of getting the medic," said Steve.
"Sounds fun," said Starscream.
"I'm not sure. He didn't seem pleased at first. I explained that seekers need their wings," said Steve.
"Thank you," said Starscream.
"Get some rest. I'll stay next to you love," said Steve.
"Love you," Starscream murmured, sleep taking over.
"Love you too," Steve whispered, knowing there was no cameras in the medibay.