And for this Cybertronians grow up fast, the Gladiators faster, in order to survive but are slower at growing when they hit about teenage years. The caste system had altered how they grow and stuff. I don't know how to explain it but bear with me. A stellarcycle is going to be 1 earth year just to make it easier and less confusing since I ain't good at math.
Bumblebee/comlink/dreams
:Spark bond:
~sibling/creator bond~
Warnings: Major character deaths, revival and miracles from Primus, fluff, cuteness, sparklings, mpreg, violence, blood, gore, mentions of interfacing and/or rape, abuse, AU (mostly I believe, you tell me), possilbe OCness for characters, torture, tissue warnings (I will tell you when the major ones are since everyone is different), birth, angst, comfort, loving, kissing, and anything else I can't remember. You know the protocol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro and others. I only own my characters.
Ironhide kissed the orange and white mech in front of him. They had finally bonded after stellarcycles of courting. Ratchet had finally finished medical school with top scores a joor and orbital cycle ago previous and, was now working at his own clinic in Praxus. He would occasionally leave to Kaon to help train the medics in the Gladiatorial Pits.
The medic had taken a liking to a particular young red medic with his assistant. They were a lower caste pair that had barely made it to a medical school, but Ratchet had seen their talents and passions, and was now furthering their knowledge and training to become professionals.
"Mmm... read ta head home?" Ironhide asked when the invited guests finished congratulating them.
"Yes I am. I have work tomorrow," said Ratchet.
"Ya should take tha day off ta spend time with meh," said Ironhide, pouting just a little.
"I can see if Pharma or EMT can take over," said Ratchet thoughtfully. "I'm sure either one of them will do it until I return."
"Good 'cause Ah wasn't about ta let ya leave anyway," the red mech smirked. "Let's go home."
~~~ a few years later
"I want a sparklin'," Ironhide said to his mate.
"Are you sure?" Ratchet asked.
"Ah course Ah am," said Ironhide. "Let's try fer one."
Ratchet gasped in surprise when Ironhide picked him up and headed for the berth. The medic smiled, moaning out as Ironhide traced the seams on his chest while lightly suckling on his neck. The red mech grinned at his sparkmate before kissing him passionately.
~~~ several more years (about 86 vorns)
"Did it work?" Ironhide asked as Ratchet entered their berthroom.
"No it didn't. I'm afraid that your spark isn't producing enough energy to create a sparkling," said Ratchet. He slumped his shoulders and was close to crying. They had thought that they were trying at the wrong times. "I don't think there will be a way for us to procreate together."
"Ah... Ah'm sorry Ratchet," said Ironhide, pulling his mate into a hug. The news that his spark didn't produce enough CNA and energy hurt. "We can still try fer as long as we can and hope fer a miracle from Primus."
Ratchet felt guilt the guilt from his mate leak into the bond as well as the self-hatred. He sighed, holding Ironhide's face. Ironhide looked up, optics not leaving the face of his sparkmate.
"This isn't your fault 'Hide," said Ratchet. "Some mechs and femmes just aren't able to create a sparkling, no matter how many times they try."
"Ah know but it's ma spark. Ah've been always told that Ah should be able ta have one, but Ah can't," Ironhide said, voice raising. He really hated what was going on. "Ah promised ya a family when Ah first asked ta bond with ya. I can't even do that fer us! There isn't much Ah can give ya now!"
"'Hide please-"
"Primus slag it Ratchet!" Ironhide now loomed over his frightened mate. "Just stop! Ma spark is defective! Stop trin' ta tell meh otherwise!"
Ironhide froze when he saw how scared the medic was. He looked at his raised servo, bringing it down slowly. The law enforcer backed up, horrified at what he had done. The red mech stormed out of the dorm, cursing himself for letting his temper get the best of him.
Ironhide walked down the sidewalk, ignoring the mechs and femmes around him. It was night, yet the city buzzed with activity. A soft cry made him stop. The red mech looked around. The cry came again, this time to his left. Looking down the dark alley, Ironhide followed the noise to its source.
A dirty silver and purple mechling cried, shivering and cold. Used energon cubed laid scattered around him, none with energon. Tiny sharp, claw-like digits rubbed at dull red optics. The sparkling had to be 3 or 4 stellarcycles old. He was either abandoned for having red optics or lost his creators to death.
Ironhide felt a tug on his spark. Slowly, he approached the mechling, picking him up and holding him close to his chest for warmth. The mechling looked at the red mech holding him. He smiled, wiping away his tears.
"Hey there little one," said Ironhide, his previous anger melting away. "What's yer name? Where are yeh from?"
"M-Megatronus," the mechling said. "M-my creators... they never came back. S-s-some mean mechs were chasing t-them. Sire hid me after carrier fell and didn't move. Sire told m-me to run a-away before h-he fell too next to carrier."
Ironhide saw the truth plainly. Such a young soul could not lie. It hurt to see such a young mech suffer so much. the chances of his creators being killed were high.
"Let's get ya warm with some energon," said Ironhide. The red mech walked into his house, seeing Ratchet sitting at the table. "Ratch? We have a guest."
Ratchet looked up, surprised to see the mechling clinging to his mate. Ironhide told the story through the bond. The medic took the mechling, heading for the washracks to clean the small mech up.
Ironhide prepared a cube of low-grade energon. he thought back to the story he was told. Megatronus had no family. There hadn't been any reports about anyone being attacked or killed, so it had to be under the radar. He did however notice that Megatronus reminded him of someone that he and Ratchet lost contact of before they bonded. But he couldn't be theirs, could he?
Ironhide didn't know. There was a chance, but he wasn't sure. Last he heard, Galvatron had fallen in love with a seeker named Cyclonus, who was betrothed to another seeker. Cyclonus was exiled from Vos for violating the law of betrothal and loving a lowly mech from Kaon. They were hiding in Tarn last he heard. That feeling of losing a childhood friend came hard.
"Now let's get you fed and recharging in a nice, warm berth," said Ratchet, coming out of the washracks after some time. He took the cube from his other half and handed it to the sparkling. "There you go. Don't drink too fast or else you will upset your tank."
Megatronus drank happily, optics drooping after the fourth cube. Ratchet took him to the guest berthroom and got him all tucked in. The two sat at the table, looking at each other.
"He doesn't know the names of his creators," said Ratchet. "I can suspect who, but there is a low possibility that he belongs to Galvatron and Cyclonus."
"Ah was thinkin' the same," said Ironhide. "We haven't heard anythin' from 'em and we can't seem ta get in contact."
"I think it is time to accept that the two were killed," said Ratchet. "If he does belong to them, then we will care for him as if he were our own."
~~~000
Megatronus stretched as he woke up the next solar cycle. He looked around the room, remembering the two kind mechs that had taken him in. The mechling hopped off the berth, peeking out the door into the small hallway. Noises were coming from the refueling room. He made his way over, spotting the couple drinking their energon.
"Good morning Megatronus," said Ratchet when he heard tiny pedesteps. He motioned at the empty seat with low-grade energon placed in front of it. "Come refuel."
Megatronus timidly walked up, climbing onto the chair and grabbing the cube. Ironhide read a datapad with the daily news on it. Ratchet finished up his before placing it on a shelf. The medic kissed Ironhide before hugging Megatronus.
"I will be back later on tonight after work," said Ratchet. "I'll be heading to Kaon to help Hyperspeed and EMT."
"All right love," said Ironhide. "Ah have the day off taday so Ah can stay with Megatronus."
"Bye-bye," the sparkling said quietly.
Ratchet left the housing unit, heading for the station to ride the express to Kaon. Ironhide placed the datapad to the side, looking at the mechling as he finished his morning ration.
"So what do ya want ta do?" Ironhide asked.
"I don't know," the youngling mumbled.
"Well we have the holoscreen, there is a park nearby, a crystal garden similar to the one in Crystal City, the Hall of Records in Iacon are an option," Ironhide listed. He smirked when he watched Megatronus perk up at the mentions of the Archives. "Well Ah know where we're goin'."
Ironhide finished up before picking up Megatronus and onto his shoulders. They would take the express to Iacon instead of driving. Ironhide paid for the two tickets and walked to the locomotive. He placed Megatronus down, holding his servo as they boarded and took their seats. Megatronus looked out the window, not seeing something so amazing before.
The sparkling gasp and fell in his seat as the locomotive started moving. Ironhide chuckled, helping the mechling back up.
"Th-this is amazing," Megatronus said, trying to see the city and landscape clearly at the high speed.
"Well it ain't gonna take long ta get ta Iacon. The Express is the fastest way fer bots ta get ta places. It'll take a breem ta get ta the city," said Ironhide. He looked out the window with the sparkling. "Ya'll love tha archives. Alpha Trion is the head archivist. He's a good friend o' mine an' Ratch'."
Iacon came into view as the express pulled into the station. Ironhide grabbed the tiny servo and placed him in his arms. The large crowds could swallow up such a tiny mech like a sparkling. Ironhide transformed and headed off to a dome-topped building near the High Council and Prime's Tower. It took a few breems before the officer walked up the steps.
Once inside the Hall of Records, Megatronus looked around in amazement. There were shelves of datapads and mechs and femmes working on terminals. Ironhide walked a bit before a cheerful, deep voice stopped them.
"Ironhide, how unexpected my friend," the mech said. He stood tall with a cape around his shoulders. His maroon and red armor gleamed and his white beard went down his chest. The mech stood taller than Ironhide and appeared to be very ancient. "Where is your mate?"
"Ratch' had work," said Ironhide. "Ah came with little Megatronus here ta spend some time with him. Ah found him yesterday in an alley."
"Such a cute sparkling," said Alpha Trion, bending down to look at the mechling that was in Ironhide's arms. "He doesn't look too bad in health for being out in the streets. He does look like them however."
"Ah know," said Ironhide. He placed Megatronus down and pointed to a section with low-shelved stacks. "Why don't ya go an' pick some datapads out ta read. Ahmma talk a bit with Alpha Trion."
"Okay," said Megatronus, walking over to where his current guardian pointed to.
"Do you think he belongs to them?" Alpha Trion asked, nodding his head to two unoccupied chairs at a table in a corner.
"That's what Ratch' an' meh think," said Ironhide. "We haven't heard from 'em in so long."
Ironhide sat down and started telling what Megatronus had told him. Alpha Trion seemed disturbed by the news. He and Nemesis had been close friends with Galvatron and Cyclonus with Ratchet and Ironhide. He made a mental note to check into the database to see if there were anything on the two mechs. The elder mech looked to Megatronus, who was looking over some youngling datapads with a thoughtful gaze.
"Have you thought of taking him in as your own?" Alpha Trion asked, turning his gaze back to his friend.
"It has crossed ma mind. Ma spark isn't able ta produce enough CNA fer a sparkling," said Ironhide, the horrid memory of arguing with Ratchet coming back. "That's what led meh ta findin' him. We had an argument about ma spark being defective and Ah walked out ta cool down. Came home with him."
"Talk to them about it. I'm sure Megatronus would love to have a loving home and creators," said Alpha Trion.
"Have ya and Nemesis decided ta have one?" Ironhide asked. "Ah mean ya might be too old ta spark."
"Too old?" Alpha repeated, glaring a bit. "I would have you know that I can still be sparked if we decide to have one. Nemesis doesn't like being on the bottom so he wouldn't carry."
"So love a hard frag? Or does he take it slower and softer with ya?" Ironhide teased. He rubbed his arm when Alpha Trion smacked him. "What? We knew how much Nemesis loved ta talk about fragging ya so hard ya couldn't walk right. Then again that was vorns ago. Does he still frag ya like that?"
"Ironhide!" Alpha Trion looked shocked at such a statement. "I would have you know that we still do interface, just not as much because of his duties as Prime."
"Just curious," the officer shrugged. "How is Nemesis anyway?"
"Tired of all the political slag. The High Council loves to keep him busy so I don't see him often."
~~~000
Megatronus pulled out a datapad about Primus, Unicron, and the 13 original Primes. It was at the far back and really dusty, like it hadn't been touched for vorns and seemed forgotten. He checked the pages and saw well over a thousand. He picked out a poetry datapad as well, having been drawn to it. He rather enjoyed poetry and wanted to try some for his own. He remembered hearing his sire recite some in the night when he couldn't go into recharge.
He looked around for Ironhide before spotting him. He walked over, hugging the datapads close. The sparkling tugged at Ironhide's armor to let him know he was back. Ironhide picked the mechling up, sitting him in his lap. Alpha Trion looked at the datapads and was surprised to see the first one picked out. He had thought that it had been destroyed but apparently not. It was a translation from old Cybertronian from the Covenant of Primus that he had done. No one had ever read it and then it disappeared for good.
"Where did you find that one?" Alpha Trion asked.
"What?" Megatronus looked down at the old datapad he wanted to read first. "Oh I found it hidden. Was I not supposed to? I'm sorry."
"No, no it is fine young one. I just have not seen this is so long. It disappeared many vorns ago," said Alpha Trion. "Come to my office and I shall show you something special."
Ironhide nodded and carried his charge as they followed the elder mech. Alpha Trion looked around before locking his office. He went over to a large picture behind his desk in a corner before pulling on a hidden latch. A door opened up in the picture and a set of stairs went down. Alpha Trion took a light from his subspace and headed down.
Megatronus looked a bit scared, grabbing onto Ironhide and hiding his helm, but still watched. A large chamber was at the end. The sparkling perked up, seeing the crystals embedded into the walls. There was a large podium with a very large book on it. Alpha Trion lit up the chamber with smaller lights that acted like flames. There was a large berth that looked like it hadn't been used for so long. A stack of energon cubes laid near the berth, which led to a small chamber for the washracks.
Alpha Trion took the mechling into his own arms, going to the large book. He sat down in the chair at the podium, brushing the cover a bit. Megatronus looked at the book, reaching out to trace the gold etchings on the cover. The title was in a strange form of Cybertronian but looked familiar.
"What is this?" Megatronus asked.
"This is the Covenant of Primus," said Alpha Trion. Megatronus gasped, pulling his servo back immediately. His sire had told him of such an artifact. "Do not be afraid to touch it. Inside it holds the past, the present, and the future."
"The present and future?" Megatronus looked confused. "How?"
"Well Primus gifted one of his original Primes to keep record of all that has, is, and will be. No other bot has seen this," said Alpha Trion. He turned on the datapad Megatronus still held. "I translated the first section into this datapad. No bot has read it when I first placed it in the archives. That is until now. Keep this datapad Megatronus. It is now yours."
"Really?!" Megatronus looked excited. "Thank you Alpha Trion!"
"You are welcome young one," said Alpha Trion. He flipped open the book to the first page. "This is what is known as ancient Cybertronian. Only a servoful of bots know it. I taught it to your sire and carrier as well as my mate, Ironhide, and Ratchet."
"My sire and carrier? You knew them? How?"
Alpha Trion chuckled at such curiosity. He pulled out a holopad and turned it on. He flipped the slide three times before showing it to Megatronus. Ironhide had came closer, looking at the picture as well. In it showed six mechs. The first two were Alpha Trion with the current Prime, the next were Ratchet and Ironhide, and the last two in the middle had Megatronus lightly touching the hologram.
"My creators," said Megatronus. He felt some tears in his optics. "I... I... I miss them. They fell when being chased by mean mechs. Sire hid me and I waited megacyles for them. They never came so I wondered the streets of many places trying to live."
"That is in the past know," said Alpha Trion.
"Ah'm sure they are probably still out there," said Ironhide hopefully, though he knew it was probably a lie.
"How do you know? I can't feel anything through the bond," said Megatronus. He wiped away his tears roughly.
"Keep looking and I'm sure one day you will see them again," said Alpha Trion. He took out a smaller holopad and transferred a picture of the sparkling's creators. "Keep this picture of them so that you remember. They did the right thing leaving you hidden. They protected you from any harm, as any good creators would. They love you so much."
~~~000
"Let's get some energon," said Ironhide, walking to a nearby vendor. He looked at the selection, also spotting rust sticks. "Hey Megatronus, eva have rust sticks?"
"What are rust sticks?" Megatronus asked.
"Ya never had rust sticks?" Ironhide was surprised. They were a favored treat among all ages. He bought two of the rust sticks, a small cube of low-grade, and a cube of mid-grade. The old mech passed the treat over to Megatronus, nibbling on the second one.
Megatronus looked at the rust stick in his servo. He placed it in his mouth, perking up at the sweet flavor that melted on his glossa. The sparkling moaned happily, sucking on the treat his guardian gave him. Ironhide smiled, seeing the mechling lose tension in his body as he savored the candy. He bit off a piece, letting it remain on his glossa.
"Let's head home an' we can have some fun there," said Ironhide. He knew that Megatronus wouldn't want to have his energon now. He placed it in his subspace next to the two datapads.