All right, here's chapter 2. This chapter has a depressed and traumatized Prowl, non-con, and child abuse
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And away we go!
Optimus just stared. Slowly, the statement Ratchet made sunk in. Prowl had a child. "Ratchet, is Prowl aware of this?"
"He knows Prime. You should talk to him about it."
Optimus sighed. "Very well, then."
Ratchet snorted. "I said should. You're not going to right now."
"Why not, if he needs to discuss something about his creation we need to listen, Ratchet."
Now it was Ratchet's turn to sigh. "No Prime. I'm not sure if Prowl can handle it mentally. He's in complete denial about having a child. Now, I'm going to wait for Jazz at the entrance so I can warn him."
"Warn Jazz," Optimus questioned.
"Yes," Ratchet answered. "Prowl is most likely suffering from post traumatic stress disorder. I'm not a psychologist so I can't be sure. But after spending several millennia as Barricade, there's no way he came out of it unscathed."
Optimus flinched he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Had he really been so busy he failed to notice the instability of someone he considered a good friend? "What are his problems so far Ratchet?"
The yellow-green mech vented air again. "Besides his denial over sparking, he's been having flashbacks of his time as Barricade. When he's not denying his child's existence, he is guilty and ashamed of it then goes right back into denial. Jazz has also told me that he hasn't been recharging well due to memories and nightmares."
"Will he..Will Prowl recover from this?"
"I don't know Optimus. I just don't know."
Bumblebee was worried. Right now, he and Jazz were on their way back to base after visiting Sam, but that wasn't why he was worried. Bumblebee was worried, because after leaving Sam Jazz hadn't said a word. Bee thought of Jazz as his older brother and it disturbed him to see Jazz upset and he had the idea that it had something to do with a certain cop car.
Deciding it was time to take action, Bee asked, "Jazz, are you okay?" When he received no answer, he pulled up alongside the Pontiac solstice and nudged him. "Jazz, is something wrong?"
Jazz jumped as he was pulled out of his thoughts. The entire time he'd been thinking how glad he was to finally have Prowl back, but he couldn't forget about how his spark would ache every time Prowl would wake up screaming each night. "Sorry Bee, ya say somethin'?"
"I asked you if you were okay." Now Bumblebee was definitely worried. If Jazz was that distracted whatever was going on had to be serious. "Jazz, are you thinking about Prowl?"
Jazz wondered if he should talk to Bumblebee about his problems. It wasn't that he didn't trust Bee it was that he just came back to life and didn't want to look like he couldn't handle himself. But Bee was a good listener and was pretty mature for his age maybe he could give him some advice. "Yeah Bee, I'm thinkin' about Prowl. It's amazing to have him here with me on earth, it's just.."
"Just what?"
"He wakes up screaming every night Bee. And he'll have these flashbacks and has a panic attack or something. I want t' help him get over this Bee, but I don't know how. I mean he spent millennia being that fragger Barricade. I know that he won't get better in one day, but I at least want him to get through one night of watching that sick bastard's memories and then hating himself for it."
After a few moments of silence Bumblebee spoke. "I..I don't know Jazz. I guess you and the rest of us have to be there for him. Prowl is important to all the Autobots even the twins. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here."
"I know Bee, thanks. Now let's get back to base so we can see the work Ratchet did to Prowler." With that Jazz sped down the road, anxious to get back to base. Pleased with himself now that the Pontiac seemed to be in a better mood, Bumblebee sped after him.
Prowl laid on a berth in a private room. He felt like complete slag. Why couldn't he get the memories to stop haunting him? He wasn't Barricade anymore. He didn't want to see Barricade's memories as a Decepticon. The memories of It. The memories of her.
Chains held him down as he struggled to keep Blackout off him. Blackout put a dagger in his shoulder and slapped him. "Hold still." He stopped struggling.
"No," Prowl whispered. That wasn't him. It was Barricade. It never happened. It did.
He screamed as the bonding wires connected to him. He was unprepared and Blackout was anything but gentle. Blackout began to claw at his chest plates, trying to get to his spark.
"No, no, no, nonono." That wasn't him. That was Barricade. He never saw what happened to It afterwards. It was you. You know what happened to her.
Blackout had left. Unfortunately, he was still chained to the berth. He whistled, a sparkling came to him. She had watched and waited to be called. "Go get the repair kit," he told it. The sparkling left the room to do as she was told. This was not the first time Blackout had 'won' a game and came to collect on his 'winnings'.
Soon the sparkling came back with the repair kit and began to undo the chains. Primus, she's a fast learner, he thought. A stellar cycle ago, she could barely walk. Now she's talking in normal Cybertronian and can undo locks. She may be a force to be reckoned with as soon as she gets her adult upgrades.
As soon as he's free he begins to repair himself. He stops when he notices the tiny femme glaring at him. "What," he snapped.
A hiss escaped the sparkling's vocalizer. "Why do you submit to him like that? You know if any other Decepticons saw you like that they'd label you as weak."
"Don't talk about things you know nothing about youngling."
"Why, 'cause I'm not Blackout's whore?" In a flash he struck out and a crash rang through the room as the sparkling hit the wall. His optic glowed with repressed rage as the sparkling wiped the energon from her mouth.
"NO!" It was Barricade, not him! Barricade was the one who knocked his creation into a wall. Why wouldn't he, he didn't give a damn. Barricade never truly cared for the sparkling. Just like he didn't care. It was just another Decepticon. You hit her. It was because of you she bled. You did care for your creation. You still care.
"NO!"
"PROWL!" Jazz raced into the room as he felt his bondmate's anguish. He held Prowl in his arms, as Prowl broke down sobbing.
"Jazz," Prowl cried. "Make it stop, please. Please just make it go away, I don't want to.. I'm not him anymore."
"It's okay Prowler," Jazz soothed as he sent love and reassurance across his bond to Prowl "You're not Cade. I got cha. I'm here. You're going to be all right." I hope.