Sorry for the delay. It's August and everyone knows what that means. School. (shudders)
The story is picking up now so I should have the next chapter out soon. Hopefully.
Now for the disclaimer and the usual run down of the format.
I don't own Transformers. Hasbro does so go harass them for killing the awesome bots
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With the disclaimer over with let's start chapter 7, shall we?
:Prowl:
Barricade
Memories continued to flash through his processor in a chaotic sequence. There was no sense of time or place, just what he was seeing.
Barricade
:Prowl!:
A vivid blur of gunshots and screams passed him. Then the feeling of being strapped down, someone pulling away his armor and cables entering ports. Another presence inside him, consuming him, destroying him. The only evidence of his pain were the screams and pleas for help that went unanswered.
:Prowl!:
Barricade
He whimpered at the memory of catching a young scout. He shivered as he felt the scout's armor break, sparks from wires and energon flowing from the wounds. Still the scout would not reveal the location of the Allspark. Instead the scout began to sputter nonsense as an act of defiance.
A breeze passed his doorwings as a certain presence moved behind his back. He caught a flash of white armor, and knew it was his creation. He looked up at the sound of heavy footsteps. He watched nervously as Megatron approach. He could taste her fear at Megatron's appearance. Megatron demanded the Allspark's whereabouts, all he could say is that the scout just babbled stupidly and had revealed nothing. Dread filled him as Megatron tortured the scout. Screams filled his audios, but the scout still denied Megatron, until they saw the Allspark being shot off into space.
Barricade
:Prowl! Answer me!:
He cried out when Megatron tore the scout's vocalizer out. The images continued to flash and all he could do was tuck his knees to his chest and hoped for it to be over.
The memories wouldn't stop.
He growled at the humiliation and pain in his spark. Why was he foolish enough to think he could win a bet over Starscream's life expectancy? Soundwave had warned him about Blackout, but had he listened? No, he had ignored him because he was offended that Soundwave had the nerve to read his thoughts and warn him of his stupidity and now his spark was burning. Or was it freezing? Or was it a combination of both freezing and burning?
All he knew was that he couldn't erase the feel of Blackout's touch and it sickened him. He could not escape the feeling that he had just hurt someone he didn't want to hurt. There was only one person he could trust to remove the strange sensations in his spark. He needed that know it all telepath. He needed Soundwave. He hated these feelings. He wished that it would just end.
:Prowl! Prowl!:
Barricade
He hissed. How stupid could he be? He could feel the split in his spark. He couldn't have a sparkling; he was unbonded and surrounded by blood thirsty killers. Well, other blood thirsty killers. The chances of it living past the gestation period were slim to none. It took two mechs to repeatedly spark merge throughout the gestation period to give the sparkling enough energy to mature. It was very difficult for a single mech to supply the sparkling energy by himself. Even if he could give the sparkling the energy it needed and could get a protoform for the spark there was no way it would survive to adulthood amongst the Decepticons. If Megatron chose not to rip it out of his chest.
He should just abort the thing while it was still technically part of him and not another life, but somehow he couldn't find it in himself to go through with it. Sparklings were rare, they took longer to grow than hatchlings, but they were smarter, stronger, and usually lived much longer.
Hatchlings were born when a mech had sparked and the little spark was placed in a maturation sack. But sparklings were special. He couldn't destroy it, he wanted it to live. Needed it to live. He would come up with an excuse that a sparkling could be trained later, now he needed someone who knew about sparklings and their development and he had the feeling that a certain telepath could help him.
Barricade
:Prowl! Prowl, talk to meh! What's wrong?:
Pride filled him as he watched the sparkling grow. At first, he was concerned about the body frame for the new spark. Choosing the femme frame seemed best for the weak spark and his decision was rewarded. She had survived everything that was thrown at her. The upgrades, the training, the other Decepticons, and even Megatron's wrath. His creation had become a terror to the Autobots, a foe that frightened them like the stories of Unicron scared sparklings. His creation, his child.
:Prowl!:
Why wouldn't the yelling stop?
Barricade
Why wouldn't the voices just leave him alone? What did they want? To hear the truth? How he had allowed himself to be turned into a monster that killed and tortured his comrades, how he had reveled in their scream and cries for mercy? How he had attacked his own daughter to train for a life full of murder and bloodshed?
Every part of his body ache as more and more images flashed through his processer. The decay of Cybertron, the tension of the Nemesis, the constant petty fights between the Deceptions, crashing of Earth, the search for the all spark, Samuel Witwicky and so many more. He thought it would tear him apart.
"Prowl!" A pair of arms wrapped around him. Tired and broken from the memories still running through his processor Prowl collapsed in his mate's embrace.
"It's alright Prowler, I gothca" Jazz whispered as his spark wailed with Prowl's.
Optimus followed Ratchet out of the brig. The Decepticon was now stabilized after Jazz's assault. Once Ratchet had him repaired he began to run tests on their 'guest'. What confused Optimus was how in the middle of a test, Ratchet had swore than snapped at him to accompany him to the med bay. Listening to Ratchet swear Optimus found himself envying Sideswipe and Jolt as they watched the Decepticon.
Upon entering the medbay Optimus turned to see Bumblebee resting on one of the berths. It was hard to fight off the urge to go over and hold the young scout close; he could still remember Bumblebee as the adorable and energetic sparkling that captured the spark of every Autobot he met. Sometimes it was difficult to think of Bee as a soldier and not a child. "Ratchet…"
"He's fine, Optimus. Bee just needs to sleep it off and he'll be running around in no time, but Bee's not the reason I needed to talk to you. Our little Decepticon is."
Optimus' curiosity peaked. He wasn't surprised to find the Decepticon being attacked by his comrades. The only reason he gave the order to take the Decepticon into custody was for the chance to see if he would tell them anything of Megatron's plans for immunity among the Autobots. If there was one thing the Decepticons valued it was survival at all costs.
"What about the Decepticon has you worried, Ratchet? Jazz's attack was uh disturbing but that..."
"It's not about Jazz. It's about Prowl."
"Prowl?" Optimus questioned.
"No Will Lennox. Yes Prowl!" Ratchet snapped as he moved towards a monitor. "Come here and look at this Prime."
Optimus went over as he watched Ratchet turn the monitor on and began connecting cables.
"Now look at the top half of the screen. Do you see the spark signature?"
"Yes. I assume that's Prowl's spark signature" Optimus replied.
"Correct" Ratchet said. "Now look at the signature on the bottom half of the screen."
Optimus had to reboot his optics twice. Except for a few fluctuations in the pattern it looked just like Prowl's. That was impossible unless..
"Ratchet are you saying that the Decepticon we have in the brig is Prowl's creation?"
"Yes. Who would have thought the Decepticon femme we picked up would be Prowl's offspring?"
Wait, femme?
Ratchet glared at Optimus' look of confusion.
"My god Optimus, you couldn't tell that she was a femme? How long have you been online again?"
"I can tell the difference between mechs and femmes" Optimus said defensively. "She has heavy armor on."
Ratchet snorted. "Of course she has heavy armor on. What fighter doesn't?"
Optimus shook his head, knowing he wouldn't win this argument.
"Optimus?"
"Yes, Ratchet?"
"Now that we have Prowl's creation here, what do we do with her?"
Optimus sighed. "I wish I knew."
"Prowl has a kid?" A static filled voice called.
Ratchet and Optimus turned to see Bumblebee sitting up on his berth.
Ratchet swore. "Shit."
Could this get any worse? The Decepticon lay in her cell watching the red and green morons beat each other up... again. It was only her second day as the Autobot's prisoner and she was already thinking about slitting her own wrists. It was truly a miracle the Autobots had survived this long.
After the midget had attacked her, she had passed out until the next day. She had woken to see a silver bot with wheeled feet and a blue bot engaging in heavy petting right in front of her cell. The weapons specialist came in and yelled at them. He told the silver one to come in later for a shift and sent both of them out. Then the little green mech walked in.
At first it was okay, but then the red one showed up and they started to fight. When they wore themselves out they apologized to each other and actually started a somewhat decent conversation. Unfortunately, the conversation led to an argument, which led to another fight. The cycle repeated itself for several hours as she prayed to Primus to just strike her with lightning to make it end.
After what seem like forever the trigger happy fragger came in and threw them out. She was glad it him in charge of guard duty. She had enjoyed the six hours of his shift since he had ignored her and she him.
When he left, the tall mech with wheeled feet came back to watch her. He had tried to start a conversation with her, but gave up when she refused to answer. An hour after her new babysitter came in a blue mech came into the brig. She couldn't help the feeling of disgust as the two were all over each other as soon as they were in arms reach. Really, couldn't they do that somewhere where she couldn't see them? To her relief the two left the brig to pursue other activities and she was left all alone. The silver mech came back a while later to be relieved of his shift.
Next came three femmes. She was actually curious about them. They all moved and acted as if they were one unit. Then again maybe they were it wasn't that unusual among Cybertronians. Also there was the fact she had only seen two other femmes before in her life and none of them had been as small as these three. One had been an instructor for her when Barricade was away. She was deactivated before she had reached her adult frame. The second was an Autobot spy that Barricade had interrogated for breaking into their base at the time.
It would be quite interesting to see how these femmes interacted, however it didn't take long for her to hate them too, more specifically the blue and pink one. The pink one did nothing but stare at her for hours and the blue one just threw insults and made sly comments about the joys of being a Decepitcon femme. If she wanted to call her a pleasure drone she should have just said that instead of annoying her. The Decepticon didn't mind the purple femme too much. She had been blissfully quiet.
Sadly, for her the femmes were called away and the two glitches came again. She had heard the two call each other brother and assumed they were twins.
:They have to be twins. I can't imagine any sane person wanting to frag their creator twice.: she thought.
She hissed as the red mech was tossed into the bars of her cell. Primus, out of all the Autoscum that she had seen today these two were the worst. She'd take that silver midget any day at least he was normal.
"Hey sweetie!"
Great the green stump was trying to talk to her again. If she remembered correctly, it was their flirting that started a fight a couple of hours earlier. She continued to ignore the twins, hopefully they would take the hint and go somewhere far, far away from her.
"Come on baby, don't be like that" the red one cooed. "We just wanna holla at ya for a bit."
She sneered. Holla? What the frag was that, some kind of human slang? Could this get any worse?
Thankfully, her torment was about to end.
"Skids! Mudflap!" Ironhide bellowed. "You little pitspawn better not be fighting! I could always use target practice!"
Ironhide walked up to the brawling twins and activated his cannons. Hearing, the whirl of Ironhide's cannons both twins shot up and ran for the door as if the entire Decepticon army was right behind them. Chuckling at his success Ironhide turned to see the Decepticon watching him with lazy optics. It felt as if he was looking right through him, could see all the things he hid from everyone else. He didn't like it.
"What the hell are you looking at", Ironhide snapped.
"Nothing really, just a gun toting buffoon" The Decepticon replied before turning away from him.
How dare that Decepticon turn his back on him? But something was off. The Decepticon's voice was higher than it should be unless…
: No I must need my audios checked. There aren't any Decepticon femmes left. Most of them went neutral and the ones that didn't were killed or reformatted into mech frames. : Ironhide thought, still watching the Decepticon. He couldn't help but wonder why a ground based Decepticon would decide to keep sensor panels on their back. They were useful, but vulnerable in close combat.
/Ironhide/
Grumbling, Ironhide answered his comm. /Here, Prime./
/I need you in my office. Ratchet has found out something important about the Decepticon in our custody./
/What's it about?/ Ironhide questioned.
A short pause followed the question before Optimus finally commed back. /Sorry, old friend but I'd rather not speak about it until you arrive./
/Understood Prime. Uh, what about the prisoner?/
/Bumblebee is on his way to watch her. Prime out./
As soon as he closed his comm. Ironhide turned to see Bumblebee walking in the room.
"Hey kid, glad to see you're still in the land of the functioning. Keep a close eye on this Decepticon got it?" Ironhide greeted. Bumblebee nodded and took up his post. Shaking his head, Ironhide headed towards Prime's office. It was a shame that Bumblebee's vocalizer still acted up from time to time. At least he could be trusted to keep an eye on the Decepticon.
Wait, did Prime say her?
Bumblebee waited until Ironhide left the room before turning to look at the Decepticon. Bumblebee could feel his circuits heat up. This was Prowl's creation? She was just so, so stunning. Even with her armor dented and scratched she held herself with a predatory grace. Her optics bright and her doorwings held high on her back. It was obvious she was proud and wouldn't break easily.
Bumblebee grew confused as he felt a soft burn in his spark. What did that mean? Was he sick, no that couldn't be, if he was Ratchet wouldn't have let him leave. Shaking his head Bee decided that maybe it was a sign. Maybe his loneliness would come to an end. It couldn't hurt, after all the Decepticon came from Prowl, so didn't that make her one of them in a way?
Walking to the cell bars, Bumblebee knelt down and hoped his vocalizer wouldn't go out in static on him.
"Hi, I'm Bumblebee."
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