Main Parings:
forced StarscreamxMegatron
StevexStarscream
Child(s): Ivy
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): Gearshift
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.
Smokescreen and Hot Rod arrived just as the blast hit. The first thing that Hot Rod noticed was energon on the ground. Before he walked towards it, a ship flew overhead, firing at the Decepticons, keeping them at bay. The ship appeared to be a wrecker ship, but they didn't know who it belonged to. Smokescreen ignored the ship, knowing that the Decepticons could come and kill them. He walked towards the arm he spotted. He recognized it and uncovered its owner. The young mech just about gagged at the horrifying sight.
Optimus was burned and missing parts of his armor. His battle mask was damaged beyond repair. Smokescreen knelt down and pulled his leader out, ignoring the energon that got on him. Hot Rod bit his lip to keep him from crying out in distress. His carrier was in really bad shape. Smokescreen dragged the injured leader a few miles away from the base with Hot Rod following behind. Smokescreen phased them into the ground, finding a cavern to hide in. He set Optimus down gently, leaning him up against the rock wall.
"Do you think he will be alright?" asked Hot Rod, denying himself the truth.
"He won't be without medical help. Even if we do get him to Ratchet on time, there's no guarantee that he will live," said Smokescreen. "This looks really bad. He's lost a lot of energon too. I can get into contact with Carrier and see what he says. If we're lucky, that wrecker ship will come back and take us to him."
"Go see if you can. He isn't going to last long. His side of the bond is really weak," said Hot Rod.
Smokescreen phase up to the surface. He saw the ship land, hiding from the Decepticons. He went over to it and knocked on the door. It opened to reveal Wheeljack. The sparked mech looked at the kid strangely.
"Smokescreen right? What are you doing here?" asked Wheeljack.
"Me and Hot Rod came back to help Optimus with the 'Cons. The base was destroyed and now Optimus is badly damaged. I have the coordinates to where everyone is to meet. We need to get Optimus there so that Ratchet can patch him up," Smokescreen explained.
"Go get him. I'll put the Jackhammer in stealth mode," said Wheeljack.
~~~000
"It'll take about a day or two before we reach the others," said Ratchet.
"Then let us hurry. Bluestreak must be terrified by now," said Pharma.
"First we rest. It's late at night for humans. There is a nearby town. We will stay in that cave over there until day," said Ratchet.
Pharma nodded and they walked into the cave inside the mountain side. Ratchet sat and leaned against a wall, Pharma joining right next to him. Ratchet turned to the other medic and stared at him.
"I have decided," said Ratchet.
"On what?" asked Pharma.
"About us. It will do us both good to stay as mates," Ratchet said.
Pharma grinned and pressed a kiss to his mate. Ratchet didn't resist, needing it badly after so many centuries.
~~~000
"How's he doing so far?" asked Wheeljack.
"Not good. His spark is slowing down," said Smokescreen. Optimus let out a pained groan, opening up his optics, the light in them dim.
"W-where am I?" Optimus asked quietly. Hot Rod got in closer. "Hot Rod?"
"I'm here carrier. You're on Wheeljack's ship. Smokescreen and I went back to help you. The base exploded just as we got there. Smokescreen got Wheejlack and now we're heading towards the others," Hot Rod said. "Sorry to disobey you, but I couldn't let you die."
"We're almost there. Just about another few hours," Wheeljack announced. Smokescreen got into the passenger seat to help the sparked mech.
"Hot Rod... you know as well as I... that I will n-not live long," Optimus whispered, his words forced out.
"Carrier don't talk like that. Ratchet will fix you," said Hot Rod.
"My son, the time for a new... Prime... is upon us," Optimus murmured, getting weaker. "I believe in... my spark... that you are... the next Prime. When the time comes... the Matrix will reveal itself to one who is worthy."
"You're not going to die! I won't allow it. You're still needed here," Hot Rod denied.
"It will be alright Hot Rod. You're strong," Optimus whispered, falling unconscious.
Hot Rod didn't want to accept his creator's words. He just got him back, only to lose it. It wasn't fair. But he knew what he had to do. It could end this war once and for all. The young mech watched his carrier sleep peacefully, knowing that his time was coming. He could feel it, no matter how much he fooled himself.
~~~000
Ratchet and Pharma rolled up to the rendezvous point. The other Autobots were already waiting for them. The two creators were tackled by their creations, Bluestreak crying hard. Ratchet looked around and noticed four bots were missing.
"Where's the rest?" asked Ratchet.
"We thought they were with you," said Bulkhead. "Jackie hasn't even came yet."
"Smokescreen and Hot Rod went ahead before us. Optimus, stayed behind to ensure that the Decepticons couldn't follow any of us," said Ratchet.
"I am sure they are on their way. They know the protocol for this situation," said Ultra Magnus. "I cannot say the same for Optimus. He may already be a Decepticon prisoner."
~~~000
"Hot Rod... the time has come," Optimus whispered, staring at his son with dimming optics.
"No, you can't die. I'm not ready yet," Hot Rod said, shaking his helm.
"I trust you to take care of our family. The team is more than just soldiers. Together... we have all... formed a family," Optimus gasped. "I also trust you... to help your sire. He is... not the same mech... as before. Some...thing has happened... to him. Save him."
"Alright," said Hot Rod, not even holding his tears back anymore. "I love you."
Optimus nodded before his body fell limp, his optics going out. His systems stopped as he joined the Well of Allsparks. Hot Rod jumped as battered chestplates opened up, showing the Matrix. Wheeljack set the autopilot on, him and Smokescreen joining the young mech. Hot Rod just stared at the relic, not knowing if he wanted this.
"Better take it kid. It's what Optimus would want," said Wheeljack.
Hot Rod reached forward, grapping the Matrix and holding it close to his chest. Optimus' chest closed. Hot Rod felt changes happening to his body. He grew taller and more a bit bulkier. He looked the same, but not at the same time. He placed the shrunken Matrix into his chest, knowing he will end this war and help his sire, as not to disgrace his carrier's wishes.
"Hot Rod?" Smokescreen asked.
"I am no longer Hot Rod, but Rodimus Prime," said Rodimus, voice still young, but a bit deeper and wiser.
The ship beeped, signaling their arrival. Wheeljack landed the ship and shut it off. Rodimus looked down at the frame of his carrier, tears pricking at his optics. It wasn't fair. He died and now there was a new Prime. Smokescreen placed a servo on Rodimus' shoulder, giving him some form of comfort.
~~~000
"A ship is coming in," said Arcee.
"It's Jackie!" Bulkhead cheered.
"He must of found our signals," said Jazz, rocking Jaye and Fender in his arms, both sleeping.
The Jackhammer landed and the others went towards it. The hatch opened up and Wheeljack stepped out first. He was crushed by his mate, who was also careful of the sparkling. Smokescreen came next followed by Rodimus, who held Optimus in his arms. The other Autobots stopped rejoicing, taking in their leader's frame.
"Oh Primus," Ratchet gasped.
"Hot Rod?" Ultra Magnus asked.
"I will explain it all once we are out of the open," said Rodimus, voice holding such sadness. "For now, let me introduce myself. I am Rodimus Prime."
~~~000
Megatron screamed in pain. He clutched his chest, spark feeling as if it were ripping in two. He didn't know what was causing it. Knock Out was at his side, placing a servo on his shoulder.
"My Lord, what is it?" asked Knock Out.
"Spark. My s-spark feels like it's ripping in two," Megatron grounded out.
"Have you ever bonded before?" Knock Out asked.
"I don't know. I don't remember being with anyone. The only one I was ever close to was Orion Pax before the war," Megatron said between clenched teeth. "Things are blocked and faded from my memories. Like someone blocked them."
"It can be a sparkbond breaking. That's the only reason I can think of," the medic said. "Whoever you were bonded to is now dead."
"The only ones who could be dead are the Autobots. But troops found nothing but a broken faceplate and spilled energon in the destroyed base. It appears the Autobots have groundbridged out of there," said Starscream. "All except for one."
Starscream pulled out the broken mask. Knock Out took it and studied it. Something snapped in his head.
"This is Optimus Prime's mask," the medic said.
"Orion," Megatron whispered, only he hearing.
"Sir, incoming call from Cybertron," Tom reported, Dreadwing at his side.
"From whom?" asked Megatron, pushing the empty feeling in his spark aside.
"Shockwave," Dreadwing said.