Okay. I know it's been a while, but please don't kill me. I just had a short (five month) writer's block. Actually, I've had one for all of my stories and some of the songs that I started writing. But I felt really guilty when I saw how many people favorited and/or followed the stories and/or me. So, enough talking. Here's the next chapter.
Ratchet stalked to his and Prime's quarters. He put in the code and walked when the door opened. Then, he closed it and leaned back against it, thinking about recent events. His lover had been captured and was escorted out of his office by the current leader. With all of that combined, he was at a loss for what to do, considering Optimus was the one he went to when he really needed help with stress or other problems. And on other mech or femme on the base had the wisdom that he did, so he didn't really have anyone to talk to. At the time, the medic wasn't even in the mood for any kind of socialization, so instead, he settled with a simple datapad.
Ratchet walked over to a shelf and picked up the datapad. This one had a story on it that he never got a chance to read. He walked over to the berth and sat on it, turning on the datapad with a swipe of his fingers. The title of the story appeared on the screen: The Grapes of Wrath. From what Sarah Lennox had told him, it was supposed to be an amazing American classic. She thought that it would be interesting to him, so he took it into consideration. Ratchet tried reading the first page. No matter how many times he read it, he could get his processors to focus on the information. His mind kept wandering to Optimus; whether he was okay or not, if was being tortured, if he was even still alive.
After a heavy sigh and rereading the same page four hundred and twenty-two times, he sat the datapad down and tried to get some recharge.
But he doubted that he would get any.
Optimus grunted as Hook, the Decepticon medic, patched up the wounds inflicted on him by Megatron. Optimus was no fool. He knew that they were only fixing him so that he could survive for more rounds of abuse, torture, and other things the Decepticons use to show their own form of hospitality. So far, he had only been a hostage to them for three cycles and it already felt like was living in the Pit.
Hook set down his tools and picked up a cup of low grade energon. He held it to the Prime's lip plates. He was less than surprised to see Optimus refuse the nourishment. "Open your mouth, Autoscum. You can either drink this energon, or I can hook you up to an IV so you can get energon that way. It's your choice."
It took a good thirty seconds before Optimus drank the energon that he was offered. Once he was finished and Hook finished his repairs, two Decepticon guards came into the medical bay to take Optimus back to his cell. They hauled him off of the berth roughly and took him back to his cell.
They threw him onto the ground, causing the Autobot leader to grunt. He sat up and glared daggers at the Decepticon guards. One was unfazed but the other looked at him uneasily. He was obviously aware that the Prime still posed a threat and could hurt or kill him easily outside of bonds. The two Cons walked back to wherever they came from, leaving Optimus to his thoughts.
His walls and face mask came down and he was no longer on alert. His processors were working hard to process all of his thoughts: Ratchet, the Fallen and Megatron's threat against him, his Autobots, his favourite humans. Optimus was well aware of Prowl's capabilities and was sure that he would be a great leader in his absence, but he was worried that the Decepticons were planning something that he couldn't handle. He was worried that they might harm Ratchet or anyone else for that matter. Then, there was the Prime's own safety. His own safety came last and always had. But even he would admit that he was afraid of what the Cons might do to him. He was worried that they would kill him because of how it might affect Ratchet. The Prime almost smiled when the thought of how his worries always started with one thing and ended with Ratchet, but knew that that was just a show of how much he cared about his favourite mech.
Optimus shuddered at the thought of someone harming his mech, but he tried not to worry over it too much. Megatron and his lackeys were already using Ratchet against him. The Prime stretched out on the grounds of his cell as much as he could and laid his head down to get some recharge in. He knew what he had to look forward to the next cycle, so he wanted to be prepared for it.
I know it was extremely short, but I still have just a little bit of writer's block left in my system. But I have some plans for future chapters, so yay! If you're reading my other story, then I will try to update it as soon as possible. Thank you guys for following and favouriting this story, though.
Denali Prime out.