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OC Mimas.
Switchblade sighed and sank into the chair in her temporary room.
It had taken ratchet, hook, scrapper, and herself nine groons to fix Starscream's wings. Scrapper and ratchet had done one; hook and switchblade had done the other. They'd drained, cleaned, repaired and bandaged the wounds on Starscream's wings, after heavily sedating him.
"I've never given any of my patients that much sedative before, he'll probably be out for the rest of the orn." Ratchet had said "why don't you and blitzwing stay the night?"
The medic had also extended this invitation to blaster and soundwave, saying he might get a better idea of what he could do for soundwave if he saw the nightmares first-servo.
They had agreed to stay.
Soundwave is odd switchblade thought as she began to doze off. He had avoided her like the hate plague and had stared at her with s look of horror on his usually expressionless faceplates. Maybe he looked at her oddly because he'd seen the wounds on Starscream's wings.
A knock at the door interrupted switchblade's thoughts.
"Come in." She called hoarsely
Ratchet and blitzwing entered.
"I called back home miss." Her slave said with a bow. "I left Astrotrain in charge."
"Thanks blitz." Switchblade whispered, she had given up on asking him to stop calling her 'miss' ages ago "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Blitzwing gave a small laugh as he strode over to the sitting Autobot seeker and took her small servo in his larger one.
"On the contrary, I think it is I that would know what to do without you."
Switchblade wasn't blitzwing's—or Astrotrain's for that matter—first owner. When they were first bought as slaves, blitzwing was viciously experimented upon by several mechs wanting to know more about triple changing abilities, and Astrotrain had been brutally abused—by different owners than blitzwing's—forced to carry heavy loads far distances. If he ever broke down he was mercilessly whipped. Switchblade had saved both of them, paying a hefty amount for each of the triple changers.
"I owe you my spark." Blitzwing said as he lent down and kissed her servo. Blitzwing was eternally grateful to switchblade, more than that, he loved her. As a brother would love a sister. Or even as a creator would love his creation.
"you don't owe me anything blitz." The Autobot seeker whispered
"ahem."
Both the Decepticon slave and the Autobot seeker turned to look at the medic, who had grown impatient.
"Ratchet" switchblade said in a tired voice. "How is he?"
"at the moment" the medic said in a grave voice "he is stable."
Switchblade let out a sigh of relief. "I'm sorry to have caused you so much trouble. Is hook okay?"
Ratchet nodded "he's just recently recovered from trauma, what you saw was him having a relapse. I didn't realise how fragile he still was." Ratchet breathed in then out heavily "but I'm proud of him. he was able to get a hold of himself."
"you wouldn't have been able to save old screamer without him" blitzwing said, still holding his owner's servo. He was proud of his fellow slave as well.
"I think it best you two get some rest. I'll watch over Starscream."
Blitzwing nodded and left switchblade's room to go to his own.
Now it was just the seeker and the medic.
"I need to talk to you about Starscream." Ratchet said in a serious tone.
Switchblade nodded curtly. She knew this conversation was inevitable.
"go head, lecture me."
"Starscream's wings are very fragile now. We had to replace most of the inner parts and outer metals. They're more fragile than a full grown seeker's wings should be. They're kind of like a new born seekerlings wings are. They're that fragile.
Switchblade nodded her understanding.
"Getting to the point, you can't whip his wings anymore. At all. Ever. You'll kill him. you were very lucky this time. Starscream almost died from the wounds you inflicted on him. I cannot go to recharge at night knowing that I've played a part in his death. And if I give him back to you without you having sworn to me that his wings will remain understood, then I might as well be the one who kills him."
"Don't worry" switchblade replied shakily "I won't whip him anymore, I won't even touch him."
Ratchet nodded "thank you, my processor can rest in ease, but I know what he is to you, what he's done to you, you deserve to take your revenge on him, don't you think?"
Silently, the femme seeker nodded.
Ratchet imitated her nod. "you can still punish him. whip him, if you like, just not on the wings. I won't suggest flogging his chest, to close to the spark, but maybe his tank, or legs. Those are sensitive parts on any bot."
Switchblade was shaking her head.
"Thank you ratchet, for everything. For saving Starscream and for understanding how I feel. I was so afraid you would think badly of me, but I can't...I can't..."switchblade didn't know how to word what she was trying to say. "I don't want to punish Starscream anymore. I can't understand why...but when Starscream was so close to dying, I felt awful. Like the world was ending." Switchblade sighed, tears in her optics "I always thought killing Starscream would make everything okay. It won't. I don't want him to die, I don't want to hurt him anymore!"
Switchblade was crying now.
"He is your creator, switchblade" ratchet said, embracing her warmly "you must care for him to some extent."
"No" switchblade said abruptly "I hate Starscream, he is no creator of mine. But I'm not a cruel femme, or at least, I don't want to be."
"I understand, I don't think you are cruel." Ratchet said, releasing her from the embrace.
"My only intention for buying him was so I could get my revenge. I'm going to put him up for sale. I have no use for him anymore."
*X*X*
At midnight a scream rang through ratchet's mansion.
Starscream was awake.
Ratchet jerked awake. He had been watching over the wounded seeker, sitting in a chair and had fallen into recharge. But now he was awake.
"hush, hush Starscream" ratchet said as he held the thrashing seeker down.
Starscream let out a shriek of agony as he felt pressure on his wings.
"Calm down Starscream" ratchet said as he grabbed hold of Starscream's chin "calm down and look at me."
Starscream obeyed, looking up at ratchet with timid, scarred red optics. He was trembling.
"Where am I?" He whispered, terrified.
"Do not worry Starscream." Ratchet said gently, taking pity on the abused seeker. "You're safe and healing. You got flogged pretty bad. Do you remember anything?"
Starscream offlined his optics, trying to recall the events that happened over seven orns ago.
He remember the flogging, how it was worse than any of the others. He remembered switchblade's insults. And he remembered pouring his spark out to his daughter—and only receiving a cold shoulder in reply. After that he remembered nothing else clearly all he could recall was pain. Burning, stinging pain.
Ratchet's sympathy grew for Starscream. He'd once hated the seeker as much as switchblade, but all that melted away now.
"Are you hungry, Starscream?"
Starscream looked at ratchet with a puzzled face.
At first, ratchet returned Starscream's puzzled look, but it only took him a few kliks to understand Starscream's confusion.
He'd been starved. Along with humiliation and torture, switchblade had also starved her creator.
In a stern tone ratchet spoke to Starscream "she starved you, Starscream, didn't she."
It wasn't a question. Ratchet knew the truth.
"No, no she didn't" Starscream whispered trembling, curling up into a ball on his side.
"How often did she feed you?" ratchet asked, still stern, as he pulled a blanket out of a cabinet and covered Starscream's trembling body with it.
"I don't know." Starscream whispered as he wrapped the blanket around himself, careful of his healing wings. "Whenever she felt like it really."
Ratchet frowned. "I can't imagine she just gave you an energon cube."
Starscream hesitated "she didn't"
"What did she make you do for it, Starscream?"
"It, um, it varied." The abused seeker didn't like this subject. "She usually had me... lick it... off the floor."
Ratchet gasped slightly.
"Don't be angry with switchblade." Starscream whispered and ratchet fought the urge to vomit the energon he'd had the night before.
The way he said her name! As if she was a type of goddess. Or an angel. He said it as if he loved her—and he did. As if nothing else in the universe mattered more than she did. Even after all she'd done to him. Starscream loved her. Not just loved her. Adored her. Ratchet couldn't find a word in his processor that could describe the devotion I had to his creation.
And his creation hated him. Loathed him. Had tried to torture him to death. Had beaten him and then left him for dead. Ratchet couldn't find a word strong enough to describe switchblade's spite for Starscream either.
"She had every right to do what she did." Starscream's voice was barely a whisper.
"You can't say that Starscream. What was done to you no bot deserved." Ratchet whispered.
"But I did deserve it. I still do deserve it." Starscream let tears drip down his face. "It made her feel better. It made her happy. I would do anything to make her happy."
"You love her." Ratchet whispered, letting his own tears fall. "I'm so sorry Starscream."
How much pain the seeker had to be in. He loved switchblade with every fibre of his being, and in return she loathed him with every fibre of her being.
"Don't be." The seeker responded.
"What's all the noise about?"
Ratchet looked up to see switchblade standing in the door way. Half awake, still rubbing her optics.
Quickly ratchet wiped away his tears. "Starscream's woken up."
Switchblade came further in to the room.
"I didn't know you were here, Miss." Starscream began to say as he tried to sit up.
Ratchet glanced at Starscream as he was about to tell the seeker not to strain himself and then froze with his mouth open.
Starscream's optics were glittering, shining with happiness. He was happy that switchblade was here. He was happy that the femme that had humiliated, abused and starved him was here. He was happy that his daughter was here.
Switchblade shot him a glare of pure hatred and Starscream shrank back down onto his berth, rejected. Ratchet's spark sank for the seeker.
"Well, as long as your awake, there's something I'd like to tell you slave."
Starscream looked up at his daughter. Optics glittering again. Happy that he was being acknowledged. "Yes, miss?"
Switchblade looked at him coldly, blue optics icy with hate. "I'm putting you up for sale; you're of no use to me anymore. Once you're completely healed you are going straight to the slave market."
Switchblade shot her creator one last loathing glare "and keep it down in here, will you?" Then Switchblade left.
Ratchet didn't need to look at Starscream to know that the seeker was petrified. He could feel Starscream shaking beside him.
"Are you alright Starscream?" ratchet said. But it was such a pointless question. "I know you are afraid of going back to the slave market, it's an awful place, but maybe it's for the best. You won't be abused by her anymore. I can make sure you go to a kind master..."
Ratchet turned to face Starscream and stopped speaking. The seeker was frozen, his optics locked on the place his daughter once stood. Tears overflowing from his optics.
"Starscream-"
But ratchet didn't say anything else. Starscream wailed, releasing all his pain in a loud painful incoherent sound.
"Are you tired, master?" hook asked as he walked into one of the main rooms of ratchet's mansion to see the medic sitting on a couch rubbing his temples.
It was incredibly early in the morning and ratchet had only just succeeded in calming Starscream down enough for him to fall into recharge.
The seeker was traumatized, but weather it was over the abuse itself or the fact that he was going back to the slave market-separated from his daughter whom he loved so immeasurably when he was just recently reunited with her – was hard to tell.
"Yes hook, Starscream woke up."
"I heard." Hook said "I think everyone heard."
Ratchet sighed.
"Is there anything I can do for you master?" hook was grateful to ratchet, and the medic had a feeling that the constructicon would remain that way until the pit itself freezes over.
"no hook" ratchet said, smiling at his slave "you done more than enough already. I'm proud of you."
Hook smiled shyly "thank you master, oh! I nearly forgot! While you were taking care of Starscream Cliffjumper called. He said he needed you on a house call."
Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "For himself?"
"He didn't tell me why he needed you, but he sounded fine when I talked to him. Maybe it's one of his..."
Ratchet nodded, understanding hook's sentence without him having to finish it. "I'll go to see him later this orn. Maybe tomorrow actually. I wonder why he called so early...no matter." The medic said with a yawn as he stood from the couch.
"Get some rest hook" ratchet said, putting his servos on his slaves shoulders "you've worn yourself out. And, again, I'm very proud of you. Now go to your room and get some recharge."
Hook smiled, happy that his master was proud of him. "Yes, master."
*X*X*
Cybertron's sun rose to find most of the residents in ratchet's mansion still fast asleep. Ratchet, however, was not one of them.
After he had told hook to go to his berth the medic had had every intention of going to his own, but then another problem had arisen.
Ratchet had heard small shrieks and whimpers coming from a room that wasn't Starscream's.
It was soundwave's room.
Ratchet had forgotten about the Decepticon slave and his master.
"soundwave." Ratchet said, shaking soundwave's shoulder slightly. The 'Con was having a nightmare.
The slave thrashed and whimpered but didn't wake.
"Don't hurt them..." he mumbled
"Soundwave!" Ratchet said, louder this time, and much to his relief the sound system onlined his optics.
"Are you alright?" The medic asked soundwave, who was panting, trying to catch his breath.
"Yes, yes I'm fine." He was still gasping for breath.
"Was that what blaster brought you to me for? You should have come sooner. You could have hurt yourself in your recharge you were thrashing so much."
"I'm sorry" soundwave replied.
"Don't be." Ratchet said kindly "here drink this. It'll help you recharge,"
Ratchet handed soundwave a small bottle of white milky fluid he pulled from his sub space.
"I'll give your master a larger amount when he awakes, take before you recharge nightly. It'll keep the nightmares away."
Soundwave nodded "thank you, master."
*X*X*
Ratchet sat at a dining table, sipping his morning energon as he read a data pad.
Almost everyone in his mansion was still in recharge. It had been a rough night for most.
Starscream still slept. Switchblade, hook, scrapper, long haul, bonecrusher, scavenger, soundwave all still slept.
The only mechs awake, besides ratchet, were Mixmaster, blaster, and blitzwing.
"He will be alright, then?" blaster asked ratchet.
Soundwave's master sat at the dining table, to the right of ratchet, also sipping energon. The medic had just informed blaster of his decision to give the slave nightly medicine.
"Yes, he won't suffer anymore nightmares" ratchet began, not bothering to look up from his data pad as he spoke. "But soundwave's nightmares most likely came from a trauma of some kind. When he was still experiencing the nightmare he was mumbling something. 'Don't hurt them'. Do you know what that means?"
Blaster shook his head. "He wouldn't tell me what his nightmares where about."
Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "But you are his master. He should not be keeping secrets from you."
Again. Blaster shook his head.
"I have already made it clear to him that I'm not his master. I'm his guardian, his protector, his friend. Not his master. He is entitled to have some privacy, even if he is a slave."
"Yes, of course, I agree" ratchet said, finally putting the data pad down. "The Constructicons are no slaves of mine. In fact, they've become quite dear to me in the joors since I bought them, but soundwave has suffered some kind of trauma. Believe me when I day this, blaster, you can't take trauma lightly. Hook almost died from trauma. The only thing I could do to save him was find out why he was traumatized, and try to fix it."
"Soundwave is a strong mech. Besides he isn't hysterical like hook was."
Now it was ratchet's turn to shake his head. "True, he isn't hysterical—yet."
Blaster felt his spark stop.
"Good morning" a female voice spoke and both mechs turned to see switchblade.
"morning." Both mechs replied
Switchblade looked around the room. She noticed, out of the corner of her optic, blaster get up from his seat and
Ratchet and blaster were sitting at a table sipping energon and Mixmaster and blitzwing were at the opposite side of the room huddled close together. They were talking in hushed tones to one another with grave expressions on their faceplates*.
"Good morning miss" blitzwing said when he noticed her.
"Morning blitz" switchblade replied, smiling.
"Can I get you some energon, miss?" the slave said as he walked up to his owner and bowed.
Switchblade's smile widened. She adored blitzwing. He was like the father she'd never had. The father Starscream failed to be.
*X*X*
Starscream sobbed. And sobbed. And sobbed.
He's just like hook ratchet thought as he pressed a cool rag against the seeker's sweaty forehead.
Starscream shrieked and thrashed at the touch.
"Shh shh, screamer." Ratchet whispered to the seeker, knowing it would do no good. "Settle down. Shh."
After his morning energon ratchet had gone to check on the seeker—only to find him hysterical. Starscream was sobbing uncontrollably and when ratchet had tried to comfort him the seeker had shrieked and thrashed.
Just like hook. Except Starscream was worsening quicker than hook had.
Soundwave and blaster had left two days earlier. Both mechs had seemed off to ratchet as they had said their goodbyes, but, at the moment, ratchet wasn't thinking about them. All he cared about was Starscream.
It had taken hook a joor to reach the fever Starscream had, but it had only taken the seeker two orns.
There was nothing else ratchet could do for the seeker.
"I thought you said he was getting better" switchblade said as ratchet left Starscream's room
Ratchet sighed. "His wings are getting better; they're making a great recovery."
"Then why can't he keep energon down? Why does he have a fever?" switchblade herself sounded a little hysterical "why is he so sick if he is healing so well?"
Another sigh from ratchet. "his wings aren't the problem. Starscream is in the same condition hook was; only your creator is worse."
"Don't call him that!" switchblade hissed "he is no creator of mine."
Ratchet nodded "he is hysterical, and his hysteria is making him sick."
"You can fix him right?"
"No, I cannot. The only way to help Starscream's condition would be to find out what he is so hysterical about, and try to fix it."
"Can't you find out what's making him so worked up?" switchblade asked, worry etched on her face. She may have hated Starscream, but she no longer wanted him to die.
"I have a theory."
"You do! What is it?"
"He needs you, switchblade." Ratchet whispered "do you even realize how much he loves you? How devoted to you he is?"
"If he loved me he wouldn't have killed my mother." She replied coldly.
"Don't you see? His hysteria started when you told him that he was being sent back to the slave market. When he was being separated from you."
"So what do you think I should do?"
"keep him. forgive him. love him."
"You're asking too much of me ratchet. I will never forgive him, and I can never love such a...Abomination."
"You shouldn't call him that." Ratchet whispered.
"and if what your telling me is true, then Starscream is basically throwing one big tizzy fit just because he's being put back up for sale."
"Switchblade" ratchet sighed "you don't understand. That isn't why Starscream is so hysterical—and even if it was I would understand his behaviour. The slave market is an awful place—Starscream's only want is to be with you. He doesn't care if he's being starved or tortured, he just wants to be with you. That is why he is so hysterical. He's only been reunited with you for what? A breem? Two breems? Starscream has missed most of your life switchblade. you have to understand that. You have to understand that Starscream's only reason for living is the sliver of hope that one day you'll forgive him, and how can you do that if you two aren't together? You can't. That is why Starscream is so hysterical. You're taking away his only reason to live. He is loosing the will to keep living."
"So, you're saying that he'll die then?" switchblade whispered, a torn expression on her face. "He'll die if I don't take him back?"
Ratchet nodded "he's dying already switchblade. Every kilk his spark gets closer to extinguishing."
Switchblade scowled. "That abomination is so weak. I don't want him in the same house as me. If he can't get over it, then let him die."
"I understand how you feel about him. What he did to you is, in fact, unforgivable. But, like you said, you are not a cruel mech. Are you? Starscream's guilt is what's killing him. Can't you at least talk to him? He listens to you. He'd do anything for you."
Switchblade frowned. "fine."
Ratchet smiled. "I have to make a house call later this orn. You can talk to him then."
Two orns earlier
Blaster entered his slave's room after his morning energon with ratchet and was surprised to see the soundwave was still in recharge.
The medicine ratchet had given soundwave was working.
"Soundwave. Wake up." Blaster said trying to sound stern and strict. He needed to know what the nightmares were about. It was for soundwave's own good. Even if he had to force the slave to tell him.
Soundwave's optics flickered online.
"Blaster?" soundwave was confused. His master had never woken him from recharge before, or spoken in such a stern voice. Soundwave sat up on his berth, stretching his limbs as he did so.
"I haven't gotten recharge like that in a long time." Soundwave said smiling at blaster. The sound system never slept with his mask on. Over the joors since blaster had purchased soundwave, the Decepticon had grown very fond of him. He didn't treat the 'Con poorly, or like a slave at all for that matter. Soundwave was comfortable around blaster. "Ratchet's medicine works wonders."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Blaster replied, still sounding stern, almost sounding angry.
"Yes?" soundwave said. Serious now. The Autobot's odd behaviour was really starting to worry him.
"I know you're against telling me, soundwave, but I need to know. For your own good."
Soundwave was uneasy. He didn't want to tell blaster. He wouldn't tell blaster.
"I don't want to tell you" the voice was barely a whisper
"Tell me, soundwave." Blaster commanded.
"No blaster, please, I can't I..."
Blaster knew soundwave wouldn't tell him. but the Autobot had to know. It could be the difference between life and death for the 'Con. He would have to force soundwave to tell him. Blaster's spark sank. Soundwave had become the Autobot's closest friend; he didn't want to hurt the 'Con.
"Soundwave!" blaster shouted trying to sound as angry as he could. "I am your master, I own you! And I demand you tell me what I want to know, now!"
Soundwave was taken aback. Blaster had always told the sound system that he wasn't his master. That he was his friend. But now blaster was demanding soundwave to spill one of his closest secrets.
"My creations, my cassettes are being tortured. In my nightmare they're being tortured by Autobots." Soundwave whispered, bowing his head. He didn't want to meet his master's gaze. Blaster was not soundwave's friend; he was just another cruel Autobot. Just another cruel master.
"Soundwave, you don't know they're being hurt by their masters." Blaster said in a kinder voice now. Trying to comfort his friend. "you don't even know who bought them. Or if they've been bought at all. You're worrying over nothing soundwave."
"I was there when they were sold master." Soundwave whispered, still bowing his head and averting his gaze. "They were caged and chained. And I know who bought them. It was that Autobot femme seeker, Switchblade, the one who almost killed Starscream."
Blaster was silent. Not sure what to say. Switchblade was kind to her other slave, blitzwing, but she had nearly slagged Starscream. Who knew how she treated the cassettes.
"May I go now, master?" soundwave's voice was distant and formal.
Blaster's spark sank at soundwave's coldness.
Ratchet arrived at cliffjumper's house in the evening.
"Ah ratchet thank you for coming" the small red mech had said when he answered the door.
"I called you here for one of my slaves. He's...not well." Cliffjumper informed ratchet as they walked down the halls of the Autobot's house. "I trust you'll remember him from the war though. Skywarp. The seeker. You remember him don't you?"
Ratchet nodded "of course. It's hard to forget someone like Skywarp."
Cliffjumper chuckled "indeed he is."
"So what, exactly, is wrong with him?" ratchet asked, feeling as if Cliffjumper was avoiding the question.
Cliffjumper frowned. "Well. I'm not really sure. The seeker's been crying alot. More like sobbing actually. He has a high fever. He keeps purging up his energon rations, and whenever a bot tries to get near him—even his brother—he freaks."
Ratchet raised an optic ridge. "You have thundercracker too?"
"Yes, I wanted all three seekers, but that Autobot femme seeker, switchblade, took Starscream first."
Ratchet grunted in reply. To deep in thought to use words. It was painfully obvious to the medic that the seeker had suffered some kind of trauma. But what? And why wasn't thundercracker in the same condition?
"It sounds like Skywarp is hysterical. I've seen a few mechs in that condition before. Do you have any idea what could have made him ill? A trauma of some kind?"
Cliffjumper frowned "no I have no idea."
*X*X*
Ratchet walked in to the room Skywarp was being held in a gasped.
The young seeker's mouth was clamped so he couldn't scream, and his limbs were tied down to the berth so he couldn't thrash. Skywarp was sobbing and struggling against the bonds.
"He was thrashing and hurting himself." Cliffjumper whispered "I didn't know what else to do."
Ratchet nodded and walked to Skywarp's bedside.
Skywarp screamed behind the mouth clamp, terrified optics looking up at ratchet.
"Shh, it's okay 'Warp" ratchet whispered as he laid a servo on the hysterical young seeker's forehead.
Skywarp screamed and struggled at the touch. Tears pouring from his optics.
"What can you do for him?" Cliffjumper asked from the doorway.
"I'm not sure." Ratchet said as he removed the bonds that held Skywarp to the berth. Then he removed the mouth clamp.
"How is thundercracker?" ratchet asked as Skywarp curled into a ball-like form on his berth.
"He is spark broken at his brother's condition."
"can I see him?"
Cliffjumper hesitated. "What do you want with him?"
Ratchet turned around to face the small red mech. "I have seen two other mechs in the same condition as Skywarp. One almost died, the other might still die. The only thing I could possibly do for them was find out was making them so hysterical, and try to fix it. If you don't know why Skywarp is ill than maybe his brother will."
Cliffjumper hesitated again. "He won't know anything I don't know."
"I'd like to speak with him anyway."
"Alright."
Ratchet turned back to Skywarp as Cliffjumper left the room.
"Thundercracker!" Cliffjumper called as he entered the main room of the house. "Where are you, slave?"
A few moments later the seeker walked through a doorway. His head was bowed. "I am here, master."
"Took you long enough." Cliffjumper hissed as he grabbed thundercracker chin and forced the seeker to look at him. "Listen to me little whore. The medic is here. He's looking at Skywarp. I think he suspects me of foul play. You are going to go in there and tell him that I have done nothing, that I am a good, merciful master to both of you."
Thundercracker glared at his master. "You're sick. Skywarp needs medical attention and if the only way to help him is by telling the medic what you did then-"
"Silence!" Cliffjumper shouted as he slapped the blue seeker across the face. "You will do as I say, or else I'll fuck you 'til you bleed. And I'll fuck your little brother 'til he offlines. The medic said he was a goner anyway."
Thundercracker whimpered. Either way, his brother would die. It wasn't fair. "As you wish master."
Thundercracker entered the room Skywarp was being held in with tears in his optics.
"Ah thundercracker." The medic said as he stood up and turned to face the blue seeker. "I need to ask you a few questions."
"Yes master." Thundercracker whispered, his head bowed.
The seeker kept his back pressed against the wall, he knew that Skywarp didn't want to see his elder brother.
"do you have any idea why Skywarp is in this condition?"
Thundercracker shook his head. "No, master."
"How long has he been like this?"
"About three orns."
"thundercracker" ratchet sighed, putting his servos on the seeker's shoulders. "You must tell me the truth."
"I am. Skywarp has been hysterical for three orns."
"Not that, seeker. I think you know what made Skywarp so ill. Please tell me. Your brother's life is on the line."
Thundercracker looked at the sobbing form on the berth. Skywarp. His baby brother.
"You can speak to him, if you like." Ratchet whispered, seeing how the elder seeker looked at the younger one with such pained optics.
"No" thundercracker whispered back "he doesn't want to see me."
"Why not?"
Thundercracker looked at ratchet, tears beginning to fall from his optics. "I can't tell you."
"Why not?"
"He'll hurt me. He'll kill Skywarp."
"Cliffjumper will?"
Thundercracker nodded sobbing silently.
Fury grew inside ratchet. He knew Cliffjumper hated 'Con more than the regular Autobot, but that was no excuse to abuse them.
"I won't let him hurt you, or Skywarp. "Ratchet whispered as he brushed away Thundercracker's tears. "Please tell me what happened."
Thundercracker told him. He told ratchet everything. From being separated from Starscream to being forced to take his brother's virginity then having his own virginity taken while being forced to watch two mechs rape his little brother.
"Who were the two mechs?" ratchet asked.
"I recognized one as jazz." Thundercracker whispered.
Ratchet sighed "you're going to be punished for telling me what happened aren't you?"
The blue seeker shivered and nodded.
"Okay thundercracker." Ratchet said as he pulled out a needle from his subspace. "I'm going to take Skywarp away from here. He'll stay with me."
Ratchet pushed the needle into Skywarp's neck—much to his distaste—making the 'Con fall limp in recharge.
"Until he is healed?" thundercracker asked as he stroked his sleeping brother's cheek.
"No, no bots should be treated the way you two have been. I'm going to report your abuse to Optimus prime. Surely he can do something. In the mean time Skywarp can live with me. Do you think you can stay here a while longer?"
Thundercracker nodded. As long as Skywarp was safe nothing else mattered.
"So what's the diagnosis?"
Ratchet and thundercracker turned to see Cliffjumper standing in the doorway.
"Well, there isn't much I can do for him here. Since I can't seem to figure out why he's so hysterical."
Cliffjumper nodded, hiding his satisfaction.
"That is too bad, will Skywarp survive?"
"Maybe, since I'm going to take him back to my home with me."
"What?" Cliffjumper said, surprised and somewhat angry.
"I think it's for the best. I know you won't mind, you seem to care for your slaves very much."
Cliffjumper's servos were clenched into fists. "no, I don't mind at all."
Optimus stroked his little brother's cold cheek.
"Come back megs. Please come back to me."
"It's no use Optimus, sir." Red alert, one of the best medics on Cybertron, second only to ratchet, said. "Megatron has been comatose for almost four orns. I doubt anything will change now."
"I know" Optimus whispered.
After that last—and very nearly fatal—volt of electricity Megatron's spark had stopped. But thanks to Optimus prime's quick thinking, and a lot of luck according to red alert, Megatron's spark was revived by the very thing that had killed him—an electric shock.
Optimus would think it funny, if Megatron wasn't in a coma.
"I'm sorry megs. I was wrong. So wrong....please come back. Brother. Brother, come back."
Megatron didn't respond.
"At least he's alive." Red alert had said when he'd first informed Optimus of his brother's condition. "He's stable, so I'm not worried about him offlining anytime soon."
Red Alert was almost always worried, so for the medic to say otherwise was a very, very good thing. Was it a good thing that his spark still beat? That was the question Optimus kept asking himself.
Optimus sighed and laid his head down on Megatron's chest, hearing the spark's soft thudding.
"You should go home Optimus, sir. You've been sitting by him for three orns straight."
"I know but..."
Red alert smiled and placed a servo on the prime's shoulder. "If anything happens at all, even just a twitch of his finger of a flicker of his optics, I'll alert you. I promise."
Optimus tried to smile back. "Thank you Red."
Optimus prime lived in a castle, with his femme Elita One, and their newly sparked daughter, Mimas.
And shockwave.
At the end of the war, shockwave was condemned to execution by the senate. However Optimus had convinced them to give the Decepticon to him instead.
At first, shockwave had been cold and indifferent to the Autobot's family, but then Mimas had taken a liking to the odd looking bot. Shockwave fell in love with the little sparkling. Spending every Klik with her. While most bots were afraid or disgusted by shockwave's appearance
"Optimus prime!" Elita cried when he entered one of the main rooms of the castle. "Where have you been?"
The femme jumped up from the couch she was sitting on, handing her sparkling to shockwave, who was seated next to her, and ran into her mates arms.
"How dare you disappear on me like that Optimus!" she cried and feebly tried to punch him in the tank. "You're gone for four orns without any contact what-so-ever! And then you just decide to come home whenever you want? How dare you!"
"I'm so sorry my dear." Optimus whispered holding her close "something has happened..."
Sensing the pain in her mates voice, and in the bond they had, Elita let her anger go—for the mean time—and gently stroked the back of Optimus' head. "What happened?"
"Megatron is...it's all my fault I shouldn't have been so hard on him"
"Darling, is he..."
"no, no, he isn't dead, yet."
Out of the corner of his optic Optimus could see shockwave holding Mimas close to his chest, and listening to the conversation he and his mate were having intently*.
"Well then what..."
"He's comatose."
"Oh Optimus" Elita said burying her head in his chest. "I'm so sorry."
"Daddy!" Mimas called, still in shockwave's arm. "Daddy!"
"I'm here daughter" Optimus said, walking over to where shockwave sat and letting the sparkling grip his finger in her small servo.
"I've missed you Mimas." Her father creator whispered.
If you noticed the asterisks (*) than that is good because they mean something.
The first sentence to have an asterisk was during ratchet's POV: They were talking in hushed tones to one another with grave expressions on their faceplates. The asterisk means that this is an important sentence and you should remember it.
The second sentence was: Out of the corner of his optic Optimus could see shockwave holding Mimas close to his chest, and listening to the conversation he and his mate were having intently. This is also an important sentence.
Can you guess what is going to happen????
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