Only a few things to say. LAST CHAPTER! XD

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"Down, down, get down!"

"On your right!"

"Watch where you point that!"

The trio containing Hound, Perceptor and Wheeljack quickly made their way threw the battle , dodging explosions that caused the ground to shake. Perceptor's head spun with confusion; Wheeljck pulled him on, Hound leading shouting demands.

"Down!"

Perceptor was pushed down, ducking, as a missile exploded on contact. He was covered as shrapnel flew their way, someone going 'Omph!'.

"J-Jack?"

"It's alright Percy, I'm fine," He placed a kiss on Pereptor's brow, "I'm worried about you, I want you safe." Wheeljack took off after Hound, pulling Perceptor close. His back was covered with dents, marks, and scraps, some bleeding energon.

"Oh Jack-"

"Not now Per- Hound! Hound I see Prime!"

"What!?" Hound turned and followed Wheeljack's outstretched arm. Optimus Prime was standing ontop a large rock above the rest of a battle, fighting off two seekers. "Good! Very good! Now, we just need to-"

"Wheeljack! M-Megatron!"

The trio looked back as a shadow feel over them, the silver tyrant baring down. Wheeljack pulled Perceptor behind him instantly, him and Hound pulling out their guns.

"Hand. Him. OVER!" Megatron roared with anger, Perceptor squeaked in fear.

"As if!" Hound yelled back; Wheeljack squeezed Perceptor's arm.

"Run."

"W-What?" Perceptor squeaked again.

"Run to Prime and stay with him."

"But-"

"That was the plan, to get you to Prime, please Percy."

"I can't, not... not without you."

"Now."

"But-"

"Now Perceptor," The red youngling froze, "Go now..... Go..... NOW!"

Perceptor tore off, instantly hearing gun shots that was covered by the battle, growing louder still. Dodging and ducking, Perceptor had to where Prime was until.... Pain blossomed in his left leg; a well placed shot had hit were his scar was. Unable to support him, Perceptor's leg crumpled and he landed with a thud. Wearily, he looked to find Prime still to far away and his leg wouldn't move.

Something behind him was storming his way, parting the battle easily. Looking behind, his spark dropped; Megatron, armor burnt in some areas, was heading in his direction. Instantly, Perceptor started to crawl away, but his injured leg was nothing but dead weight. Something pressed hard on his injured leg and he let out a yell of pain, his vision blurring.

"You.... You brought this youngling," whispered the tyrant, "If you and your father had just done what I had told, but.... Now it's to late."

Perceptor froze, the barrel of the large gun was pressing against the back of his helm. He welled, he didn't want to die, not now. He wanted to be home with Ratchet, Wheeljack holding him close. He wanted to have his father back and... and his mother.

"Say good bye to this world youngling." Something went 'bang!' and Megatron's weight was gone. Someone pulled Perceptor close, their spark beating fast. Weakly looking up, Perceptor found Prime, his optics showing how furious he was.

"Are you alright?" Prime asked calmly.

"Um.... M-My leg...." Lifted off the ground gently, Perceptor moved closer.

"Where is Wheeljack and Hound?" Perceptor weakly pointed back at his previous direction. The wound, with everything else, was forcing Perceptor into stasis lock. "Rest Perceptor, you need it."

Not replying Perceptor went off line, falling limp.

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Wheeljack onlined slowly, sometimes bouncing, his CPU pounding. The last thing he remembered was Hound falling and then... nothing. He could only guess that it was Megatron who had done it. His optics onlined to a silver ceiling, he could only guess he was in Prime's trailer. Looking on his left, Wheeljack found a knocked out Hound, looking well except for the large dent on the back of his helm. On the other side was....

"Perceptor." Wheeljack said breathlessly.

The red youngling was inrecharge as well, his leg wrapped, but looking fine otherwise. Sitting up slowly, Wheeljack looked around to find that yes, he was in Prime's trailer, no doubt traveling back to the base.

"Hey you, lay back down." Wheeljack jumped. Facing forward he found Prowl, wearing a frow.

"P-Prowl? What are you-" The tactitian pointed to a berth past Hound; Jazz was lying there, black and burnt.

"He was unfortunate to step near a land mine....."

"W-What- Is he alright?"

"He's fine, knocked out as you can tell, but fine. Now, lay back down."

"But the battle, the fight, what happened?"

Prowl sighed. "I'll tell, but you have to rest afterwards. We won, it was close, but we won."

"What happened to Percy?"

"A shot to the leg. It's not deep," Prowl said frantically seeing Wheeljack's look of panic, "But he was just exhausted from what has happened"

"Soundwave," Wheeljack said abruptly, "What.... What about him...."

Prowl took awhile to respond, checking to see Perceptor was still out. "He... he is going to have to face Megatron for what he did...."

Wheeljack's spark dropped. "That could range from torture to... to...."

"...Death." Prowl nodded slightly.

"...It's not right...."

"I know, but this is how it works."

"It's stupid."

"I know," Prowl smiled slightly, "But now's not the time to think about this. We still have quite a trip ahead and you need to recharge."

Wheeljack nodded and laid back down, looking over at Perceptor. "It's not fair Prowl."

"I know Wheeljack, just rest."

But the silver youngling had barely fallen back into recharge when Prime slowly rolled to a stop. The back opened and each berth was rolled out slowly, heading to the med bay. Looking up, Wheeljack could see the outline of Ironhide. The entered the base, the sun being blocked, Wheeljack's optics feeling better.

The sound of door opening and Wheeljack heard, "Oh Primus what happend?!"

"Ratch, calm down, we're fine." said Ironhide, Ratchet coming into view. Wheeljack turned his optics off, Ratchet frantically running scans.

"Where's Perceptor?"

"Brawn's bring him in, he's fine too Ratch, just tired."

The door opened again, someone stopping, and footsteps francticaly walking over.

"He.... He's...."

"He's not dead Ratch, just tired."

"But he- oh Primus!"

Against Wheeljack's better judgement, he onlined his optics. Ironhide looked pissed, griping Wheeljack's berth tightly. Ratchet was pale, propping Perceptor on his side, his back showing. Wheeljack's processor lurched. The intire back of Perceptor was covered with deep gashes that had attempted to scar over.

"Oh... P-Primus...." Ratchet looked weak and Ironhide hurried over, holding him close. Wheeljack sat up, not really knowing what else was going on. "Wheeljack, l-lay back down."

"W-What did they do to him?" asked Wheeljack weakly.

"It looks like... and energon whip, the marks are deep enough." said Ironhide.

Wheeljack had reached Perceptor's berth, his optics wide with disbelief.

"Oh Primus," Wheeljack squeaked, "H-He looks dead."

"He's not Jack," Ratchet whispered, "Just.... Just tired...."

Wheeljack reached out slowly and griped onto Perceptor's limp hand. Ironhide kept Ratchet close as they both watched Wheeljack, who looked sick.

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Perceptor woke, his leg throbbing in a light pain. Looking around slowly, he found himself in a darkened med bay. Sitting up slowly, Perceptor winced as his leg hit a bad direction. Panting, he laid back, moaning in pain.

"Ugh...." Something cool was placed on his bag leg, a hand caressing his face and helm. Onlining his optics, Preceptor found Ratchet standing over him. "R-Ratchet...."

"You need to recharge some more, you...." But Ratchet's voice drifted off. Perceptor's spark wrenched slightly, seeing the look of worriment on Ratchet's face.

"I-I.... I don't know what happened! I was contacted and he said he knew my father which turned out to be him-"

"Perceptor."

"And he didn't want to hurt me but-"

"Perceptor."

"And he wanted to keep me safe! But he couldn't, but don't hate him for it please!"

"Perceptor calm down!" The youngling feel silent, still looking worried. Ratchet let out a sigh. "I'm not mad at y-your father and I am most certainly not mad at you. But don't you dare do anything like that again."

Perceptor nodded and hung his head. "I'm sorry.... I really messed up this time didn't I."

"Yes you did, I mean what were you thinking? Hasn't past experiences told you anything, you're more valuable than you think. But moving on," He sat down, "You meet your father?"

"Yes." Perceptor whispered.

"That's all?" Perceptor looked up curiously, "You're finally with him after so long...."

"But it's not what I thought it would be like."

"I'm sure... his 'work' got in the way."

"More or less." Again, Perceptor's lips barely moved. Ratchet didn't say anything, knowing tht this was going to be a very hard subject for him.

"Well, now you're back and safe, that's all that matters," Ratchet stood, "Um.... This was found in your subspace."

Perceptor's optics widened as Ratchet held out a rather beaten up holopicture. With a shaking hand, Perceptor took it, Ratchet looking curious.

"I.... I-It couldn't be...." Perceptor pressed the button. Instantly a small version of himself and a young femme appeared. Tears poured fast and Ratchet was there in an instant, pulling Perceptor close to calm him down.

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Wheeljack shoved his way threw the large crowd, the group collecting in front of the medbay. Mechs were shouting loudly, demanding to go in, even treatening to break the door down. Wheeljack's trip was stopped short when two minibots blocked his way.

"Hey!"

They looked back. "What?"

"I'm trying to get to the med bay!" He shouted in rage.

"As are we!"

Wheeljack paused at this. "W-Why? You two look fine to me."

One snorted. "Yeah, we're fine, we're just trying to catch a peek of that Con offspring."

Wheeljack's systems turned cold. "Who told you." They both looked at each other, confused, then back at the silver youngling.

"We just found out, no one really told us."

"Yeah, everyone's talking about it, that's why we're all here."

"Budge up ther' you two!! Make room for him!" Wheeljack let out a sigh of relief as Ironhide pushed and shoved mechs out of the way for Wheeljack, "Jack! Come here!"

Wheeljack ran forward and remained close. "What's going on, why does everyone want to see Percy!"

"I'm sure those motorheads told you, word got out that... well.... You know."

"So they weren't just lucky in guessing.... Where is Percy? Where's Ratchet? Normally, he wouldn't allow this."

"Ratch's having his own problems. Prime wants to see Perceptor as well and Ratch's not having any of that." Ironhide stopped at the entrance, the doors sealed shut.

"I want to see him." Wheeljack demanded.

"Jack..." Ironhide sighed, "Alright, just.... Be quick about it. I'm not sure how long Prime and Ratch's arguement can last."

Wheeljack's fins flashed a weak blue. "Thanks Hide...." He ran in without a second thought.

Perceptor looked up as the med bay doors opened. "Ratchet?"

"No, Wheeljack, but close." The silver youngling smirked; Perceptor didn't join. "Percy, what's wrong?"

"I hear them..... They.... They won't trust me..... They'll just see me as a... a... Con offspring....." Perceptor shook hard.

"No.... I don't see you as that.... Prime doesn't, nor does Ratchet or Hide," Wheeljack removed his mask and kissed Perceptor's cheek, "We see you as a son, an important bot, a lover....."

"B-But-"

"But nothing..... I love you.... I don't care who or what your parents are.... I'm focused on you. Ignore them, they don't matter, they haven't been what you've been through. They don't have a right to talk about you like that....." He kissed Perceptor softly, both younglings laying down.

"I missed you....." Perceptor spoke softly.

"Misses you too...." And with that, both younglings feel into a deep peaceful sleep. The world outside didn't bother them, as long as they were together, it didn't matter.

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Prime sighed heavily, fearing the conferentation that was about to happen. Hound sat in front of him, wearing a scowl and arms crossed tightly across his chest. Prime's internal alarm went off, signalling that someone was at his office door.

"Come in," He said in a grave voice. The door opened; Perceptor and Wheeljack entered, Ratchet and Ironhide close behind. "Perceptor.... I'm glad you came."

The red youngling made no acknowledgement, Wheeljack looking very worried. The youngling sat down in front, Ratchet and Ironhide remaining in the back. Hound growled slightly, giving Perceptor a very dirty look, which Wheeljack matched. Prime sighed again, not liking the atmosphere in the room.

"Alright," He stood, "I know we're all a bit shaken from the resent events.... But... I need to know what happend. You three," looks at the three in front of his desk, "are the only bots who know. Perceptor...."

"No.... I-I don't want to talk right now...." The youngling spoke softly.

"Alright... Hound, Wheeljack, you're up. What happened after you found Perceptor."

"Well...." Wheeljack looked at Hound, who's mouth was clamped shut. Sighing as well, feeling trapped, Wheeljack started off, telling how Soundwave had pleaded with them to take Perceptor, how they found the red youngling, and Wheeljack just reached the part where Soundwave shot Megatron in the back when Hound spoke up.

"He probably just did it to throw us off his trail....." Everyone looked at the green mech, who still wore his scowl.

"Really? Explain Hound." said Prime.

"He's a Decepticon! He just did that so he could lower our guard, attack us, and then take Perceptor back! He was going to backstab us and-"

"Don't you DARE say that!" The room jumped and faced Perceptor, who was standing, a look of rage on his face, "He's my father! You don't know anything about him!"

"Perceptor," Prime spoke softly, "Do you think you could tell me what happened."

At those word, Perceptor's face softend and he looked away. "I-I can't.... It hurts to much...."

Wheeljack stood and pulled the red youngling close. "Tell us.... It'll help in so many ways...."

"B-But...." Perceptor sighed, nodded, and started, talking more to Wheeljack then to anyone else in the room. He'd reached the part of the torture when Ratchet made a choking noise and gripped onto Ironhide's hand tighter. Perceptor took no notice and continued on, starting to slow and eventually stopped and looked at the floor. Hound looked uncomfortable, stood and walked out.

Prime sighed and looked elsewhere. "Wheeljack, take Perceptor to the medbay and let him sleep." The silver youngling nodded and took Perceptor out. The remaining mechs stood in silence, wondering what would happend next.

Wheeljack grunted as he carried another box into the room. "Percy! What's in this box!?"

Perceptor laughed softly. "Data pads.... Careful Jack...."

"No worries!" He grunted and placed the box down with a thump, "Ah, you read to much love. Now, we have a room together.... This will help right?"

Perceptor nodded. "I just need you close...."

"Same room, same berth, you tell me and I'm there!"

"Jack.... Hound's still not talking to me... he won't even look at me...."

Wheeljack frowned. "Percy... he just worried about Mirage, that's all...."

"No, there's more...." They both jumped as their comm links went off.

'All Autobots, report to the entrance, that is all."

The younglings looked at each other in worry. "Wonder what's happend?" Wheeljack asked.

"No idea, lets go see...." They joined the crowd outside and they headed for the large front room. A large platform was place to the side, where Prime and Ironhide stood. Perceptor and Wheeljack looked curious as Prime motioned for the room to fall silent.

"As you all know, there was a resent attack on a major city." Prime said.

"And there was no survivors right!?" Someone spoke up.

"That... is missinformation. There was one survivor...." Prime looked back and Ironhide, who walked forward, holding something close. He uncovered a blanket to show the room an very small, bright yellow sparkling. Wide baby blue optics opened and scanned the room, clicking curiously.

The room was in an instant up roar. "A sparkling?" Wheeljack said surprised, "How did a sparkling live!? Can you believe this Perceptor- ...Perceptor?"

But the red youngling was already moving threw the crowd to the platform. "Prime, Prime! What happened to it's parents?" Perceptor sounded worried.

"They... were lost...."

Perceptor's spark twisted with pity. "Prime, could I.... May I...."

But Prime had already bent down and picked Perceptor up, placing him on the platform. Perceptor instantly went over to Ironhide and peered at the small sparkling. "What's his name?"

"Well... we can't really understand him that well.... But we figured that his name is 'Bumblebee'." Perceptor looked closer, holding out a finger for the sparkling. It clicked curiously and nibbled on the finger held out for it, looking at Perceptor with strong attention.

And Perceptor, for the first time in months, smiled.