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.
"You ready for this?" Metelic asked. Megatronus nodded, getting his sword and knives ready. "Then let's go. Stay close to me. We have a better chance of defeating him. I've seen Gearshift in action."
Megatronus walked out into the arena with Metelic. The roars and cheers of mechs and femmes echoed inside his helm. Bright lights filled the arena, making Megatronus squint until his optics adjusted. He spotted a betting screen near the sponsors and owners section. There he saw Darkstrike turning away from the others and not participating. There was one bet on him and Metelic winning. Megatronus also saw Alpha Trion and Nemesis Prime there with the sponsors in the Prime's box.
"I know the crowds are large. Try to ignore them and whatever you do, don't freeze up. That is going to kill you the most," said Metelic. She got her own sword ready. "Look over there. That's Gearshift."
Megatronus looked across the battlefield at a very tall mech that was very slim. It was a wonder how the mech survived in here. It looked like he had no strength but Quickshot told them that looks could be deceiving and not to ever drop your guard until you were out of the arena. Megatronus gulped in slight fear at that red glow coming from narrow optics.
A horn sounded and Gearshift charged forward. Megatronus didn't know what to do and dodged out of the way of the hammer and whip aimed at him. Metelic swung at Gearshift, managing to hit his back and getting the first strike. Gearshift turned to Metelic, licking his lips as his optics roamed over her frame.
"Such a shame this is a death battle," said Gearshift. "I would of taken you to my berth as punishment for losing."
"Shut up and fight," Metelic snapped.
Megatronus froze up for a few kliks, not really knowing what he should do. Should he attack from behind or wait for a chance while the two fought? He didn't know. Metelic's scream snapped Megatronus out of his stupor. He looked to see Gearshift had his whip around her arm. Now he could see that there were hidden barbs in the whip tail. Megatronus pushed away any thoughts and went forward.
He thrust forwards with his sword, getting a hit to Gearshift's side. The mech snarled, releasing his whip as pain went up his side. He looked down to see a large gash where the mechling had gotten him.
"Not bad for a sparkling," said Gearshift. He turned around and swung his hammer.
Megatronus flew back when the large hammer struck him. He bounced on the ground before sliding to a stop. His face hurt and was dented with energon leaking out of the crack the hammer made. Megatronus tried to get up, feeling really unstable from the blow. His vision blurred and doubled, making it hard to see his opponent.
Metelic got up and struck again while Gearshift's back was turned to her. The femme punched where Megatronus had sliced, earning another scream of pain. The crowds got louder when energon hit the floor from the wound. Gearshift moved back and forth to try to lodge the femme off of him. He ran to a wall, slamming her into it. Metelic gritted her dentas, not letting go. She could see Megatronus still trying to recover from being hit so hard.
Gearshift finally grabbed onto Metelic and threw her down. The femme gasped as her back hit the ground hard, her helm smacking against the metal. Stars flew in her vision, stunning her temporarily. She blacked out, becoming motionless.
Megatronus finally got his bearings together. He looked for his sword, unable to find it. Slag, Gearshift must have knocked it away after he dropped it. Megatronus felt for the knife strapped to his arm. He still had that. The youngling saw Metelic go down and Gearshift ignore her to target him. The tall mech stalked towards his prey, clenching his servos together.
Gearshift moved with speeds that were hardly seen. Megatronus grunted as he felt punch after punch to his chest, face, stomach, everywhere. He dropped the knife too, trying to block the blows. Gearshift smirked as his sharp knuckles drew energon from the youngling. The crowds cheered for him to finish off the youngling.
"Hmm... pathetic. You had no chance against me," said Gearshift, picking up the mechling. Megatronus kicked his legs out, trying to hit the larger mech. "You tried though. I will give you credit for that. When I'm done with you, your little femme over there is next. I'll make sure her death is long and agonizing."
"Megatronus fight back!"
Megatronus' optics widened at the shout from Metelic and the threat to her. They narrowed down, his struggle ceasing. Gearshift laughed, dropping the mechling. Megatronus landed on the knife, slowly bringing it out. Without really thinking, Megatronus thrust upwards when Gearshift bent down to finish him off. Energon squirted out and hit Megatronus' face and chest. Gearshift stayed where he was, his energon choking him.
Megatronus looked to see that he managed to lodge the blade into the mech's throat. He was bleeding out to death. Gearshift collapsed, body twitching and thrashing as his spark went out. The crowds got quiet, no a single noise made. Megatronus breathed heavily, letting go of the handle and running to Metelic to make sure she was all right.
"You... you did it Megatronus. You won the battle!" Metelic said. The announcer went over to Gearshift, checking for life.
"Gearshift is dead. The winners are Megatronus and Metelic, owner Darkstrike," the announcer said into the mic on his face.
The crowds went wild and started chanting their names. Darkstrike smirked, having won the bet and gaining a lot of credits for it. He had underestimated this mechling.
"The kid did good," said Darkstrike.
"Darkstrike, we would like to meet with Megatronus and Metelic," said Nemesis.
"Of course Prime sir," said Darkstrike, bowing his helm. He transferred the credits to a chip. "Follow me please."
~~~000
"Thank Primus you both are alive," said Ratchet when the two young fighters entered the medibay. He noticed the haunting look Megatronus had. "Megatronus, what's wrong?"
"I... oh Primus I killed him," said Megatronus, covering his face now. He forgot about the other mech's energon mixing in with his own. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to kill him. I just acted, not really thinking."
Ratchet understood and pulled his son to him. It was his first kill for being so young. He would eventually get over it and kill more because of the way things were. It was a kill or be killed situation. Megatronus trembled in his Amma's arms. Metelic rubbed his back. She knew that feeling when she had first killed. But sadly that was how it was. A fight for survival.
"Let's go get that energon off you," said Metelic.
"What?" Megatronus looked down at himself, nearly purging at seeing the slain mech's energon. "Oh Primus."
"I know," said Metelic. "I've been there."
The femme took Megatronus to the washracks connecting to the medibay. Megatronus scrubbed away harshly, even after the energon was gone. Metelic calmed him and took him back to the medibay to get fixed.
"I was told by my sire that it is only a bad sign if you don't feel anything after you kill someone or something," said Metelic. "If you lose that feeling that you feel now, you turn into something horrible."
Megatronus nodded, letting Ratchet patch him up. He silently mourned over Gearshift's death. The medic finished up before crying out and clutching his abdomen. EMT and Hyperspeed were to the older medic's side, getting him up onto a berth. Ironhide had just came into the medibay with Darkstrike, Nemesis, and Alpha Trion when the screaming started. Ironhide went over to Ratchet's side, grabbing his servo.
"Love, what's going on?" Ironhide asked.
"It's time," Ratchet said through gritted denta. "Primus I swear I will rip off your spike and shove it down your throat if you touch me again."
EMT and Hyperspeed chuckled at the threat. Ratchet started crushing Ironhide's servo when another contraction hit him. Darkstrike came over to Megatronus, picking him up and grabbing Metelic's servo. He motioned for the Prime and his mate to follow him to let the medics work.
"Hello again Megatronus," said Alpha Trion, the group having gone to the empty rec room. "It has been a while since we last met."
"It has. How have you been doing since I was taken here?" Megatronus asked. Darkstrike passed everyone a small cube of energon.
"I have been doing well," said Alpha Trion. "You haven't met my bondmate yet. This is Nemesis."
"Nice to meet you Megatronus," said Nemesis, shaking servos with the small mech.
"The same to you," said Megatronus.
"Well then, I must say you did amazing out there Megs. Whiteout was beyond shocked that Gearshift was killed by a youngling," said Darkstrike. "I didn't know you had it in ya. I was thinking you wouldn't be prepared enough for this solar cycle but you stunned everyone. Good job too Metelic. You fought well against such a strong opponent."
"Thanks Darkstrike," said Metelic. "It was hard, but I'm glad we both made it out of there."
"And so is Quickshot. I'm sure his spark couldn't handle it if you got killed like your sire and carrier," said the seeker. "Why don't you go find him and tell him how it went? He was resting in his quarters last I checked."
The femme bounded out of the rec room. Darkstrike cringed at the yelling and colorful cursing and threats coming from the medibay down the hall. He knew Ratchet had a mouth on him, but this was beyond that. Luckily for Ironhide it was mainly the pain talking. Megatronus set his energon cube aside, not feeling up to refueling. His tanks still churned from earlier. And he was worried about his Amma.
"Do ya think they are mechs, femmes, or both?" Nemesis asked.
"Hmm... I think they were hoping for mechs," said Alpha Trion. "Ratchet wanted it to be a surprise so they don't know what they will be."
"They'll be good creators to the twins," said Megatronus. "They did raise me after all."
~~~000
Ratchet breathed deeply as another contraction hit him. He was sure by now he broke Ironhide's servo, but the red mech wisely didn't say anything. They were waiting for him to dilate enough for the sparklings. Breems went by of contractions going on and off. Ironhide rubbed the medic's shoulder, whispering soothing words to him.
"Almost ready Ratch'," said EMT, checking the valve once more. "Give it another few breems."
After what felt like groons, Ratchet was finally ready. EMT placed his teacher's legs into stirrups to make it easier on the body. Hyperspeed checked the machine hooked up to Ratchet. Vitals are in the green. They were good to start now.
"All right on the next contraction, I need you to push as hard as you can," EMT instructed. Ratchet nodded, not trusting his voice with how much pain he was in. Ironhide peppered his helm with kisses. Ratchet bit his lower lip as another contraction happened. "Okay push!"
"AAAARRGGHHH!"
Ratchet pushed as hard as he could. He could feel the first sparkling move down.
"Rest."
Ratchet panted as he stopped. This took a lot of energy and he had just began.
"Push."
"AAAAHHHHH!"
Ratchet bore down once more. He prayed that this wouldn't take too long. Sparking went beyond what the body could handle with pain, yet carriers were able to deal with it. Then again every carrying bot had the chance of dying because it took so much energy. The percentage was low for bots to die during sparking.
"Rest."
"Vitals are looking good."
Ratchet's free servo dented the edge of the berth. He arched a bit when he felt the sparkling start to crown. EMT got his servos by the valve, ready to receive the little one. Ratchet kept pushing, feeling the sparkling slip out and cry at the cold air. He looked down between his legs, seeing the sparkling squirm in the medic's servos. The black and white sparkling had little nubs on his back and his optics were closed.
Hyperspeed took the sparkling, cleaning him and giving him antiprograms to protect the sparkling from the harmful substances. He wrapped the little one up in an off-world cloth made for sparklings and younglings, sometimes adults like the gladiators. The nurse gave Ironhide his son, who looked at the little one in awe.
"A healthy mechling," said Hyperspeed.
Ironhide smiled down at his son. The mechling opened his optics, having finally calmed down when he felt his sire nearby. The little red orbs looked at the large mech holding him.
"Hello little one," said Ironhide. "Ah'm yer sire."
"Do you have a name picked out?" Hyperspeed asked.
"Barricade," said Ironhide. He showed the sparkling to his mate.
"He's beautiful 'Hide," said Ratchet, rubbing his son's helm. Another contraction reminded the medic that he had one more to go.
"This one moved down with their brother. They should be here soon," said EMT, getting his servos in position again. "Push."
Ratchet pushed harder, hoping to end this quickly. He felt the sparkling move rather fast. In another few pushes, this one was crowning as well. It took two more pushes before this sparkling exited his carrier and entered the world. Hyperspeed did the same thing with this sparkling before handing him over to Ratchet.
"Another healthy sparkling," said Hyperspeed.
"Hello Prowl," said Ratchet, voice hoarse from screaming. "Primus I've waited to see you."
Prowl flicked his little doorwing nubs and looked around with curious blue optics. He wasn't as loud when he cried, but rather whimpered. He was also black and white, just like his brother. The two sparklings chirped, wanting energon. Ratchet opened his chest plates, letting the two sparklings suckle on the two nubs there that led to pouches filled with sparkling energon.
"Once you finish feeding them, get some rest," said EMT. "I'll go inform Darkstrike and Megatronus."
~~~000
"They're so cute," Megatronus cooed, looking over the little sparklings. Ratchet remained in recharge, exhausted from sparking. "What are their names Appa?"
"Tha oldest with red optics is Barricade," said Ironhide. "Tha other one is Prowl."
"Both are Praxians," said Alpha Trion. "A rare chance since both you and Ratchet are half Praxian."
"Ya lucky us," said Ironhide. He covered Prowl back up with his blanket to prevent the sparkling from getting cold. "Sadly this means we leave soon."
"Then let us spend as much time as we can with you before you leave," said Darkstrike. "Who knows the next time you will see Megatronus."
Megatronus didn't bother to say anything. He stared down at his two siblings, watching them recharge themselves. They were cute for sparklings and would have a good future. Barricade wouldn't be separated from his family.
From studies, split-spark twins stayed together practically their whole life, that is if they last. One spark would split into two, hence split-spark twins. This means that they generally didn't live long because of how weak their sparks were in the beginning. Stay together helps strengthen their sparks so ensure survival.
"They are certainly adorable," Alpha Trion commented, leaning over to see the new arrivals. "They will be strong ones when they grow up. They have a very long life ahead of them."
"Won't they die young because of how weak their sparks are?" Megatronus asked. That sentence sent a chill through his body.
"No, they will be just fine. They will have each other and you if at all possible," said Alpha Trion, tapping the side of his cheek. He knew that these two would play an important role in the far future. "You should get some rest as well. Your wounds need to heal and so does your mind. I can see that this solar cycle was not kind to you my student."
"I agree with Alpha. Killing is not an easy thing and is rather harsh on the killer. Many gladiators will mourn over every bot or alien they kill as a sign of respect of the lost life. It will get easier from what I know of, but it is still a hard thing to do," said Nemesis. "We shall hopefully meet again Megatronus."
"Goodbye Alpha Trion, Nemesis Prime," said Megatronus.
"Quickshot knows a trick when it comes to killing and the mourning. I would go see him tomorrow kid," said Darkstrike.