Bumblebee/flashback/thoughts
Main Parings:
forced StarscreamxMegatron
StevexStarscream
Child(s): Ivy (adopted),
MegatronxOptimus
Child(s): Hot Rod
Knock OutxBreakdown
child(s): Fender
First AidxAmbulon
Child(s):
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.
"Doc, please tell me it's almost over," Wheeljack grunted after pushing for minutes.
"Almost. He's being very stubborn. Must take after you," said Ratchet, hands at Wheeljack's valve, ready to catch the sparkling. "Just a few more pushes and he should be here. You're doing great."
Ratchet gently stroked Wheeljack's shaking thighs and stomach. After a few more pushes, Wheejack sighed in relief as he felt the sparkling leave his valve. Ratchet held the sparkling in his servos, a large grin on his face. The sparkling squirmed in the medic's arms. He cried and wailed loudly. First Aid handed Ratchet a rag and he cleaned the sparkling before handing him to Wheeljack.
"He's a health mechling Wheeljack," said Ratchet.
"He looks like you Jackie," said Bulkhead.
The sparkling had white plating with greet striped down his arms. His little winglets fluttered and his large, blue optics looked up at his creators. He cooed and smiled, snuggling into Wheeljack's chest.
"He's perfect Bulk," said Wheeljack.
"Have you two decided a name yet?" asked Ratchet.
"Gearshift," said Wheeljack.
First Aid typed the name into a datapad. Ratchet motioned him to follow to inform the others. Ratchet announced that the mechling had arrived with no problems. He also noticed that Ultra Magnus and Rodimus were gone. They were probably out on patrol.
~~~000
"We must find these fossils," said Megatron. "More predacons will add to our advantage."
"Indeed my Lord. I have trackers on the fossils. Finding them will be easy," said Shockwave.
Megatron smirked. The Autobots would be flushed out and destroyed once and for all.
~~~000
"This is such a bad idea," said Tom. "If we get caught, then we're done for."
"That is why you will open the groundbridge. I will get the Forge and meet you," said Dreadwing.
Tom nodded and went to the computer terminal. He typed in random coordinates, setting them to erase when the portal closed. Dreadwing came back with the large hammer in hand. They both went through and sent out a hidden message to the Autobots. Dreadwing waited and saw Tom subspace a datapad. He knew that Knock Out and Breakdown wanted to join in, but it would be too obvious if they left. So instead they left a message for their son.
"We'll have to lay low for a while," said Tom. "Megatron won't be happy when he finds out we left him."
"It was the only chance we had. Starscream wanted us to leave first," said Dreadwing. He bent down and gently kissed the Eradicon. "Then once we are safe, we can finally start a family."
~~~000
"Magnus?" Rodimus asked.
"Hmm?" came the reply.
"Carrier left me a note. He said that mechs were going to be joining us. What do you make of it?"
"I feel that they will greatly help us. I fear that the final battle is almost upon us," Ultra Magnus said, gently kissing Rodimus' helm and neck.
"Sir, there is a message from Dreadwing. He is near your current position," said Prowl over the com. link.
"We will go meet him," said Rodimus.
The two got up and drove off a few miles to the west. Dreadwing and Tom were kissing, the Forge of Solus Prime at their feet. Rodimus coughed lightly and gained their attention. Dreadwing cleared his throat and waved a servo at the Forge.
"I bring you the Forge of Solus Prime. I believe you can use it to your advantage in this war. Megatron does not yet know of our defecting or the missing relic," Dreadwing replied. "I'm sure that Optimus Prime informed you of our joining. Knock Out, Breakdown, Starscream, and Steve are being monitored closely. They cannot join us unfortunately."
"Your gift is greatly appreciated. I will ensure that it does not go to unused. Carrier would not like such a thing," said Rodimus. "My name is Rodimus Prime. Optimuus Prime has past on in recent events. He informed me of your arrival from the Decepticon side."
"We will show you to the base," said Ultra Magnus, taking the Forge and placing it on his back.
~~~000
Pharma finished with Optimus. He stretched his back and admired his work. Optimus was still not looking like his old self, but he repaired some of the damage. He could feel Ratchet's despair through their bond. He pulsed love to him, knowing it was hard for the mech. Rodimus returned with three in tow. Dreadwing and Tom were made at home. Fender seemed excited to see them.
"Here you go Fender. Your creators sent you a message," said Tom, handing the youngling the datapad. The mechling turned it on.
"Fender, I wish that we can join you. Soundwave has been watching us carefully. And with the arrival of Shockwave and the predacon, it makes it more difficult. The beast is watching us as well. We will see you when the final battle arrives. For now, the Autobots must find the predacon bones that Megatron has us looking for. Shockwave plans to make more," Breakdown explained.
"Be good until we meet up again Fender. Hopefully it will be soon. Love you," Knock Out said.
The message ended. Rodimus looked concerned at the thought of more predacons coming. He turned his attention to his troops and addressed them.
"Autobots, we must become Beast Hunters. We cannot allow more of these predacons to appear," said Rodimus. "We begin looking for their activity. It is likely Shockwave is the only one to know of their locations."
~~~000
Starscream moaned happily in his sleep. Steve laid behind him, rubbing his wings. The vehicon sighed softly, feeling the happiness radiating through their bond. Nothing could separate them now. He heard that Tom and Dreadwing left that morning to join up with the Autobots. Starscream cuddled closer to his new mate. A knock at the door startled them. Starscream sat up and called whoever was there to enter. Knock Out came in, going to the two.
"Megatron is requesting you. He wants you to help Shockwave with something," the red medic said.
"I really don't want to. Shockwave can go burn in the pit for all I care for," Starscream muttered. "Come Steve. If he questions, you are my guide and help while I recover."
And the hunt began. Shockwave had Starscream carry supplies and energon to his hidden lab down on the earth. They must prepare for the new predacons to be formed. Starscream scowled the entire time, mumbling about how it wasn't helping his recovery.
"Starscream," Shockwave said.
"Yes, yes, what is it?" Starscream asked.
"You are good to rest. I can see your wounds are still healing. We are done for now," the cyclops said. "The only thing we need now is the bones."
~~~000
Rodimus stood alone in the room his carrier was in. He still looked badly damaged, but at least he looked better. He touched his face, tracing the wounds around his optics.
"Oh carrier, how I wished you were here," Rodimus murmured.
Then an idea popped into his head. He opened the former leader's chest and placed the Matrix in it. Nothing happened. The young mech took the Forge and placed it his carrier's servos. He waited to see if anything would happen. He sighed in defeat when nothing happened. He was about to reach for the Matrix when the Forge reactivated. He closed his optics as a bright light filled the room.
When the light died down, Rodimus looked up. His carrier's body looked different. It had changed to a more bulkier version with a jetpack. He looked down at himself and saw that he still had his new form. He knew that he wasn't a Prime anymore. A soft groan drew Hot Rod's attention. His carrier opened his optics and looked around.
"Carrier?" asked Hot Rod.
"Hot Rod," Optimus sighed. "How... how am I alive?"
"I don't know. I took the Matrix and put it back in you. Then I took the Forge and put it in your servos. I was hoping it would fix your body. It appears it brought you back," said Hot Rod, crying in joy. He hugged his carrier. "I'm so happy that you're alive. Everyone will be too. Ratchet will be so glad to have you back. And I tried to do what you told me to do. Sire said he didn't have a son nor was he bonded. Pharma told us Knock Out found a device on sire. It blocks his memories, and if it were removed, it would kill him."
"You tried my son," said Optimus. "Come, let us go greet the others."
Hot Rod nodded, wiping at his tears. He opened the door and Ultra Magnus stood there looking worried.
"Rodimus, are you alright? We heard a scream," said Ultra Magnus.
"I'm fine Magnus. I have news for everyone. Carrier is back," said Hot Rod. "I'm back to Hot Rod."
Ultra Magnus looked behind him to see the robust leader. He smiled and patted Magnus' shoulder.
"By Primus," Magnus breathed. "Sir, you're back. And looking more robust."
"It is good to be back," said Optimus.