Author's note. Sorry for taking so long to update, I really am. But I got a little stuck with this but now I'm back. Bu since it's my birthday today I thought I'd make an effort and get this chapter up, I hope you all like it.

Special thanks to Prowlsgirl who wrote the piece with Shockwave and Megatron.

With thanks to OrionRPime92 for Skylight.

Moonslash belongs to Himeno24.

Huntress, Valkyire and Stardust all belong to Jovianokamigirl.

Resonance belongs to Jetstorm the Sparkling.

Nightstorm belongs to Warpster.

Illusion belongs Illusion224.

Vendetta belongs to me.

Big thanks once again to all those who suggested OC's, don't' worry you will be seeing them all at some point.

Warning for language and 'shudder' Shockwave doing it.

Enjoy and please review.

The Autobot Femme's POV.

"Come back you slagging Autobitches,"

This was the scene Elita and her fellow Femmes came across as they sped into Kaon. And as Novablaze had correctly informed her, the twins Rouge and Shadow were currently being chased by some very angry enemy Femmes.

Elita groaned briefly and then started barking out orders.

"Huntress, Valkyire, you take the left alley. Stardust, Moonracer, you take the right,"

"Yes ma'am," the Femmes echoed before racing off in their vehicle modes.

"Novablaze, Resonance, come with me,"

While the little black Seeker answered, the other young Femme did not, she simply nodded. She had her mesh like face mask on which prevented her from speaking thanks to a childhood accident. But words were not necessary, she had learned to communicate fine when she had that mask on using sigh language. Not to mention she could use the internal comm.

The two young Femmes quickly followed their Commander, running into a building and then up it's rickety stairs to get a vantage point of the chase. Once there, Elita quickly directed the two Femme to two nearby buildings and they both obeyed without question.

Now there was three vantage points that over looked the violent chase that was going on right below.

"Woo hoo, that all you got?" Shadow taunted as she dodged a shot from a large angry DeceptiFemme named Vendetta who was nearly twice their size.

The royal coloured red and purple Femme snarled in response and transformed into her alt mode which resembled a type of tank and roared after the laughing twin. Shadow simply transformed, vaulted over a broken fence, then transformed back into her fast car mode to race down an alley.

Vendetta roared after the purple and blue car with white highlights, blasting away. But the speedy Femme dodged it all, even as old pieces of machinery blew up around her. Elita shook her head before turning her attention to Shadows twin, Rouge who was being chased by two Seekers named Nightstorm and Moonslash.

Both Seekers were fast and deadly but weren't as crazy as their ground bound comrade Vendetta. They concentrated on tracking Rouge's every move, trying to trap the fast racer. Rouge was currently racing under a series of beams, meaning the Seekers couldn't get a clear shot at her.

But this of course couldn't last and there were more enemies Femmes heading straight for them. The two AutoFemmes were slowly being herded together where they could be easily caught and beaten.

But thankfully fro the two Femmes, Elita and her Femme were on hand to rescue them. The Decepticons had no idea they were there yet, And Elita wanted to keep it that way until the last possible moment.

Both she and her two watchers were keeping the Femmes on the ground updated with the situation and helping them zero in on their pursed comrades location. And it was just as well as a short while later the two twins met each other, almost crashing into each other.

"Ahh," Shadow cried and transformed to prevent herself hitting her twin who skidded to avoid her.

"I thought you were going to through the green zone," Shadow said in exasperation.

"Hey, I thought that's where you were going," said, equally annoyed.

But they didn't have time to argue as at that moment, their pursuers arrived, forming a semi-circle, trapping the two Femmes in a corner. With both gulped as Vendetta pushed her way to the front, an evil smile forming on her beautiful face.

She was large for a Femme but still very good looking and her powerful body only served to enthral Mechs. She smirked at her victims who were now looking slightly nervous though they still had cocky grins on their faces.

"Well, well, it looks like it's the end of the line for you two girls," she sneered, lazily stroking her drawn gun at her side.

Her face then darkened.

"I don't think that skinny pink slut you call a leader has taught you proper manners but don't' worry," she added with a nasty smile. "I can easily fix that.

"Hey, who are you to call Elita a slut," Rouge demanded. "We all know you've done have of the Con army."

"Can't see why they'd sleep with you," added Shadow. "Considering you're bigger than most of them."

Vendetta snarled and made to go for them but at that moment, the other Femmes struck. The evergreen form of Valkyire lunged down and tackled a beige Femme with red highlights. Stardust also came charging out of no where, blasting away at the encircling Femmes, forcing them to scatter.

In the confusion, Moonracer appeared and yelled.

"Get out of here, you two,"

The twins didn't hesitate but transformed and roared off through the gap their comrades had created. Vendetta tried to catch them but Huntress had now appeared. She was just as powerfully built as Vendetta though not as big, and was a mixture of black and grey.

The two Femmes faced off and then were at each others throats, like lionesses fighting over a scrap of meat. Both were skilled at hand to hand and it showed as both within minutes had sustained injuries. No one dared to interfere, but then again they had their own problems, the two Autobot Seekers had joined in.

But suddenly Vendetta was thrown to the ground, a bad wound in her side and Huntress reeled back victorious. With a signal, the Autobot Femme suddenly dispersed, disappearing into the shadows, leaving their foes bloody and beaten.

Skylight coolly walked onto the scene, only glancing once at the retreating Autobots. The tall Flyer stared coldly down at Vendetta who glared back up from her position on the ground.

"What are you looking at?" the fallen Femme hissed, clutching at her side as Skylight continued to stand there.

"I'm admiring your talent for getting utterly slagged by those two Femmes," Skylight replied.

Skylight was not a Seeker but she wasn't a Shuttle class Flyer either. She was something in between, she could be described as a very tall Seeker who wasn't as slim as most were. But despite this, she still had a very feminine grace to her and her ice blue optics highlighted. It was her optics, not her height which made her stand out for she was a loyal Decepticon and most made the mistaking her for an Autobot.

But she was defiantly not and those Mechs and Femme who challenged her soon learned their lesson about never challenging her. She was a Medic who had trained under Ratchet himself before the war and was a force to be reckoned with. She wasn't above threatening castration to other male Medics if they argued with her. Needless to say, not many messed with her.

Vendetta snarled and swiped angrily at the Medic.

"Least I was doing something about it, unlike you, freak."

The other Femmes stilled, knowing that this had been the worst thing the large Femme could have said. They also knew there was no interfering.

Skylight's optics flashed and turned a deep crimson The Medic had an odd condition where her optics could not be changed to show her allegiance, they were fixed as an Autobot blue. But when she got angry, then she showed her true colours.

In an instant, she was upon the foolish loud mouth and had bodily lifted her up by her neck. As the purple and red Femme struggled and clawed at the choking hold, Skylight leaned in and hissed.

"I am no Freak Vendetta but what I am is the Medic who's suppose to be patching you up. So unless you fancy being reformatted into a Mech shaped paper weight, I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself,"

Vendetta paled, her looks were very important to her and she knew Skylight meant every word. The other Femme watched, wondering what was going to happen. They also knew that she meant it but then again, the hot headed Femme she was holding was very stubborn and rarely apologised for anything.

There was a moment of stillness where everyone held their breath as the two Femme stared each other out.

But then Vendetta lowered her optics and said quietly.

"Please forgive Skylight, what I said was foolish and hurtful. I can only blame the hit I took to the helm, I would never call you a freak under normal circumstances,"

Skylight snorted and dropped her, turning away as the Femme landed on her aft with a cry.

"I should hope not Vendetta but I would strongly advise you avoid future hits to your helm,"

She turned back, her optics dimming to their normal blue.

"Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Skylight," Vendetta answered, making sure to keep her voice respectful.

"Good," Skylight said shortly before turning to the others.

"Alright," she said, drawing a scanner from sub-space. "Who's injured?"

Back at the Autobot Femme Base.

"What were you two thinking?" Elita demanded of the shamefaced twins who stood side by side, heads bowed.

"Well?"

"We were just raiding them ma'am," Shadow began.

"Yeah, we stole some important pieces of equipment for Illusion and Red Jack's Med bay," Rouge cut in before Shadow said.

"But we couldn't' resist giving their base a little make over."

"Yeah, how were we to know they don't like neon pink,"

"Is this the neon pink paint that gives off fumes in hot condtions," Valkyire asked with a raised optic brows.

"Ummm," Rouge said slowly.

"Maybe," Shadow said with a shameful grimace.

Elita shook her head, this two were as bad as the Lamborghini twins back on Earth. But as she thought this, a wave of sadness over took her, poor Sunny and Sides. They were still in a bad way thanks to that fragger Megatron.

This softened her feelings to the terrible twosome. But only a little bit.

"You two are on probation for this silly prank and you'll be spending some time in the brig," she said sternly.

Before they could protest, she said.

"While we're grateful for the parts, there was no need for that 'prank', we do not deliberately main our enemies."

"Not to mention the injures we incurred rescuing you," Huntress cut in, her face set in a very stern expression. Her strictness was matched only by her mate Red Alert.

The twins looked even more remerge and Elita hoped they learned a lesson from this. It might not stick but hopefully it would make them think twice the nest tiem they were let lose.

Dismissing them all, and after making sure those injured were heading straight for the Med Bay, she went off in search of Red Jack. As Shadowlight was away for this cycle, she had decided to talk to Red Jack so that he could prepare for the journey to Earth.

"Red Jack?" Elita called softly into the workshop. "Are you there?"

"Oh, hi, Elita," he said, bounding out from behind a shelf, a big grin on his face. "How are you, what can I do for you?"

She smiled and came into the room properly.

"I'm here to tell you that you're going to be transferred to Earth."

But before she could elaborate, his face fell and his optics suddenly became very moist. Since he'd bee formatted into an adult far too quickly, he had a somewhat childish mind. He was a very good and competent Medic but sometimes had difficulty believing this. Which meant a lot of mood swings.

"O-okay, I understand," he said miserably, turning away. "I know I'm no good as a Medic, it's better I'm not around screwing things up."

"No no, that's not it at all," Elita quickly said, before he could verbally abuse himself anymore.

She went over to him and place an arm around his shoulders, smiling gently.

"Jack I'm sending you to Earth because there are some Mechs who need your help,"

He looked up at her, hope in his optics.

"Yes Jack," she said gently. "We need your skills in order to help them recover, you're the only one I can really trust to do this."

As his face broke into a wide smiel, she added quickly.

"I can't give you all the detail yet as there are a couple of others I'm sending, for different reason, and I don't' want to have to tell the story repeatedly."

As he nodded, she added with a smile.

"At least you can look forward to seeing your 'creators' again,"

He really did grin now, his whole face was lit up at the thought of seeing Wheeljack and Red Alert again, the two Mechs responsible for his being in existence as something other than a drone.

"What about Megatron and Shockwave?" he asked, optics wide at the thought of meeting either of the cruel Mechs. Elita smiled humorously.

"For now, we don't have to worry about either of them, their out of action for the time being."

But as Red Jack nodded, she couldn't help but wonder. What were those two up to?

Shockwave's POV.

Shockwave walked into a darkened room, where the only light came from outside lights. Megatron's slight blurry outline was on the berth. The Mech's shoulder's were hunched and he looked like he was struggling with indecision.

"Lord Megatron," Shockwave asked hesitantly as he came in, the door sliding closed behind him. "Are you alright, sir?"

"No," Megatron snarled, his voice cutting through the dark like a razor's edge.

"I-is there anything I can help you with sir?" Shockwave said cautiously.

"No, there isn't…" Megatron cut off.

The Decepticon leader turned around slowly, his ruby optics glowing brightly. He stared at Shockwave with a suddenly thoughtful expression. His face softened just slightly as he scrutinised the purple Mech before him.

Shockwave shifted, slightly uncomfortable but allowed Megatron to stare. Megatron, after all, could do whatever he wanted. It was his leader's right, and if he wanted to stare at his subordinate, then who was Shockwave to stop him. The guardian of Cybertron shivered at the look those optics acquired after a while.

"What exactly are you willing to do for me, Shockwave?" Megatron asked, his voice low and inviting.

"Anything my lord wishes for me to do," Shockwave replied simply.

"Then come here," Megatron ordered.

Shockwave immediately went forward, stopping beside the berth and waiting for the next command. Without preamble, Megatron pulled the purple Mech to him and started to gently nip at the guardian's neck, his fingers following fresh weld lines. Shockwave groaned and squirmed slightly, surprised at Megatron's pleasurable assault.

"M-Megatron, sir?" Shockwave gasped in complete shock as this happened.

"Hmm, you said you were willing to do anything Shockwave," Megatron purred. "Are you willing to interface with me?"

Megatron gave another nip to the purple Mech's neck.

"I've been so horny lately, with no way to relive myself,"

Megaton's hand slipped down to cup Shockwave's already burning Codpiece.

"Would you like me to ride you, my faithful servant? Feel me tight around you?"

"Oh! Y-yes, sir! Anything you want sir," Shockwave said fervently.

"You shall be rewarded for all your loyal services, Shockwave," Megatron said, pushing Shockwave to lie back on the berth.

Shockwave trembled as Megatron took off his Codpiece and started to stroke him. Shockwave gasped and moaned, arching up at the strong, sure touches. He hadn't been touched like this since years before the war started, and it felt amazing. The best part was that it was his Commander doing it to him.

Megatron quickly rubbed Shockwave to full arousal, the purple one writhing and gasping beneath him. The noises Shockwave made alone were making him wet, and he couldn't wait to relieve that damned ache that was deep inside him.

Megatron pulled his hand away and reached down to remove his own Codpiece. He paused and looked at Shockwave, who was watching eagerly.

"You are NEVER to reveal to anyone what happened to me because of those accursed Autobots," he commanded, his optics flashing brightly.

"Never, sir," Shockwave said breathlessly.

Megatron nodded. If there was one Mech who would always follow his direct orders, no matter what they were, it was Shockwave. The Mech was defiantly his most loyal soldier.

Megatron popped his Codpiece off and Shockwave made a noise of disbelief before going silent. He was shocked to say the least but wouldn't comment because that would insult his leader. Megatron gave a snort of satisfaction from the lack of reaction rewarded Shockwave with another stroke up his length, making the Mech jerk and moan loudly.

The silver Decepticon quickly mounted his subordinate, lining up his Port with the straining erection before pushing down slowly. He hadn't been stretched open in so very long, and so his Port was tight. There was a burning sting as he continued to push down until he was completely impaled on Shockwave's length. The Mech beneath him was very still, but Megaron could see just how hard it was for him to be.

Ignoring the burning sting, Megatron begun to slowly move his hips up and down along the rigid length. Shockwave moaned beneath him and couldn't help but thrust up. Megatron growled threateningly and Shockwave stilled. Megatron continued to work himself until the pain was gone and only then did he smile and purr.

"Now you can move Shockwave."

Shockwave hesitantly placed his hands on Megatron's hips and when they weren't slapped away, he gripped the metal and started cogently thrust.

Megaron and started to move his hips along with Shockwave's rhythm. He actually couldn't believe the sensations he was receiving. He hadn't allowed anybody to touch his Port in ages, and it felt so very different from being inside of someone. He was stretched wide and it was amazing.

"Faster!" Megatron growled. "Harder!"

Shockwave complied, his body moving faster into Megatron's tight Port. Megatron met his every thrust and it sent jolts of lust through his body. The silver Mech placed his hands on Shockwave's chest to help get leverage to thrust his body harder onto the hot piece that was inside him.

He felt the wonderful build up of overload coming up on him, yet that too felt different. With every thrust, his Port was spasming around Shockwave harder and harder. He forced his overload to stay back until Shockwave overloaded, he was always in control. The purple Mech's thrusts grew erratic and faster. Shockwave finally came with a cry, shooting his load so very deep inside of Megatron.

The sensation of the fluid being shot inside him was enough to send Megatron over the edge and his control shattered as he moved his hips desperately, trying to make the pleasure last longer. Finally, he slumped on top of Shockwave with a sigh. That overload had been exactly what he needed. The ache in his body was gone.

"Lord Megatron? I-I am honoured you chose me for this," Shockwave said after a few moments of silence.

"Hmm? Well, you're my most loyal You deserved a reward for all your hard work."

"Thank you sir,"

Megatron sighed and lifted himself off of Shockwave. It felt intimate to stay with a Mech like that. He did allow Shockwave to lie there beside him, though.

"Sir? I-I'm falling asleep. I can leave if you don't want me to recharge here."

"Eh, you can stay," Megatron murmured softly.

"Thank you sir," Shockwave said tiredly.

Within minutes the two of them had drifted off into recharge, both content for his own reasons.

Author's note. The next chapter takes place both at Cybertron and back on Earth at the Decepticon base.

Till next time.