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.

"Do you have to leave?" Megatronus asked, optics brimming with tears.

"Unfortunately we do Megs," said Ironhide. He stroked the youngling's helm. "This isn't goodbye. Yer our son after all."

"'Hide is right Megatronus. We will visit when we can," said Ratchet.

"I'll miss you Amma," the youngling said, hugging the medic before hugging Ironhide. "And you too Appa. Take care of them for me. I'm sure they'll love to know me when they get older."

"We'll miss you too," said Ratchet. "Be good for us."

"We'll be watchin' yer fights if we can. Ah'll check in with Darkstrike too ta know how ya are doin'," said Ironhide.

~~~000

"Quickshot, how do you get over killing?" Megatronus asked. He had went to his mentor, who was reading a datapad in his quarters.

"It is not an easy thing. You never truly get over it," said Quickshot. "It becomes easier to kill as you continue to, but each death remains on your servos."

"Oh," Megatronus muttered, feeling disappointed. Quickshot pulled the youngling into a hug. "I hate killing."

"Most gladiators do. It is a tragedy but it is the survival of the fittest," said Quickshot. "You'll do fine as your training progresses. You have younger siblings to live for."

Megatronus knew his mentor was right. He had to take lives in order to live himself and be there for his family. That was the way life was on Cybertron for those in the lower caste. Rough coughs broke Megatronus' line of thought. He looked up to see Quickshot covering his mouth, coughing harshly into it. The youngling acted fast and helped the elder seeker onto the berth.

"Quickshot, are you all right?" Megatronus asked. Quickshot managed to stop coughing, thick energon now coating his palm. "Should I go get a medic?"

"They cannot do much," said Quickshot. "It won't be long before I depart from this world."

"What? But... Metelic, she'll be devastated," the youngling said. He grabbed a rag when Quickshot started another small bout of coughing.

"I know. I do not wish to leave her, but Primus has other ideas for me," said Quickshot. "Megatronus, promise me that you will watch over Metelic and take care of her."

"I promise," said Megatronus. He felt his optics tear up. "I shall take care of her with everything I have. She is in good servos."

"Thank you youngling," said Quickshot. "Now, you should get to recharge. You have training tomorrow."

"Will you be well by yourself?"

"Don't worry about me youngling. I shall be fine."

Megatronus nodded, getting up and heading for the door. He said goodnight to his teacher before leaving him. Quickshot looked at a holopic he had by his berth. In it was him, Metelic, and Metelic's creators. His son had perished in the Pits and his mate followed shortly in the battle after his. Both mechs had left their sparkling daughter in his care, who he raised rather well.

"Looks like we shall be seeing each other soon my son," Quickshot whispered, a sharp digit tracing his son's face. "She is in good servos now. I made sure of that."

~~~000

Megatronus trudged groggily to the rec room to fuel up. He didn't get much recharge, too worried about Quickshot. The room was eerily quiet when he walked in. Darkstrike and Metelic sat at one of the tables, the femme crying into the owner's chest. Tiredness and hunger left the youngling as he went to Metelic, looking to the seeker holding her.

"Darkstrike, what happened? Why's she crying?" Megatronus asked.

"Quickshot died last night. He was found by Hyperspeed this morning," said Darkstrike.

"W-what?! No I was talking with him last night. He can't be dead," Megatronus protested. "He told me he would be fine."

"Quickshot was extremely old and had a spark disease. He wasn't going to last long anyway," said EMT. "I take it he left a request?"

"Yeah, he told me to take care of Metelic," said Megatronus, voice cracking a bit. He too hugged Metelic. "I'm so sorry Metelic."

~~~000

Metelic just stared at the burial grounds, looking at the three spots where her grandsire, sire, and carrier were buried together. Darkstrike made sure that each of his fighters got a proper burial, unlike other owners. Megatronus slipped his servo into hers, squeezing it gently to let her know he was there. The femme had ran out of tears groons ago. The other fighters and Darkstrike had left a breem ago to give the two space.

"Let's go back," said Megatronus.

"Why is that everyone I get close to die?" Metelic asked. "First my sire, then carrier, and now grandsire. Who's next, Darkstrike? EMT? Hyperspeed? You?"

"I'm not leaving you ever," said Megatronus. "I promised Quickshot to be with you. I intend to keep it and stay by your side forever."

"How do you know you can keep it. We both know that the Pits could kill you quicker than you expect," said Metelic.

"I just know. I will fight for you and keep you safe," said Megatronus. "I love you too much to let anything happen to you."

Metelic looked at the younger mech. She smiled, her spark racing.

"I love you too Megatronus," said Metelic.

Megatronus blushed slightly at the confession to his own. He was not expecting her to reciprocate the feelings. True they were still young, but in the future he would ask the femme to court with him. She made his spark feel amazing, as if he could take on anything that was thrown at him. The silver and purple mech took her servo, taking her back to the Pits.

~~~A few stellarcycles later

"Come on Prowl, you can do it," Ratchet encouraged the sparkling. Prowl wobbled on his pedes, looking to his carrier with frightened optics. He was scared to move. "It'll be all right Prowl. You can make it."

Prowl gulped, nodding as he took a step forwards. His tiny doorwings flared out as he teetered, a whine escaping his voicebox. He took a few more steps, falling into his carrier's servos. Ratchet picked up the twin, holding him high and praising him. Barricade clapped for his brother from his sire's arms.

"You did wonderful," said Ironhide. "Both of ya."

"Sire," Barricade murmured, hugging the red mech. "Love you."

"Ah love ya too Barri," said Ironhide. "Now, how about we head on over ta tha Pits. Megs is waitin' fer us."

The couple took their sparklings to the express to head into Kaon. On the way, Prowl and Barricade babbled happily at each other as they watched the scene fly by. When they arrived to Kaon, the two transformed and headed towards the center of the city where the Gladiatorial Pits were located. Darkstrike was waiting up front by the entrance when his two friends pulled up.

"Glad you four could make it," said Darkstrike. "Megatronus is just finishing up a match then he'll probably be in the medibay to be fixed if ya wanna go wait there for him."

"That would be fine, thank you," said Ratchet.

"And how are the two sparklings doing?" Darkstrike asked, bending down a bit to see them more clearly. He pulled out two rust sticks, handing them to the sparklings. "A little treat from your brother. He had me pick them up before his match."

"Thank you," the two said.

"You're welcome," said Darkstrike.

~~~000

Megatronus walked out of the arena, Metelic meeting up with him. They were still quite young, but old enough to court now. Megatronus had asked her a few solar cycles ago and had yet to tell his adoptive creators. He was excited to see his younger siblings, given that they were almost younglings now and were soon to start school.

Megatronus looked down at his bleeding thigh. He had gotten hit before knocking out his opponent, thus winning the battle. He would have to go to the medibay to get patched up. Metelic hung onto his arm as they walked to the medibay.

"You did good today Megatronus," Metelic complimented.

"She was a tough one, but she didn't stand a chance against me," said Megatronus as they entered the large room. "I hope to fight her again. Maybe she will do better."

"Browther!"

Megatronus looked to see two sparklings reaching out for him. The two stumbled towards him, Prowl slower than Barricade in motor functions. They had found out seven decacycles ago he had a glitch in his processor that slowed down his physical being. His processor would also freeze up. The silver fighter picked up the little ones, nuzzling them and hugging the two.

"Hello brothers," said Megatronus. "It has been a while since I saw you two."

"No hellos fer us?" Ironhide placed a servo on his chest, acting wounded at being forgotten. "Ah feel tha love there."

"Hello Appa, Amma," said Megatronus, moving his brothers to one arm and side hugging his creators. "I wasn't sure if you four were coming."

"We both had the day off," said Ratchet. "We've been getting them more since these two were sparked. Once they go to school, we will be working more."

"Megs, did you win?" Barricade asked.

"Yes I did," said Megatronus.

"You hurt," Prowl pointed to the wound.

"Then let's fix that shall we?" said EMT, pointing to the berth. The medic got his welder. It shouldn't take more than a klik to repair.

"Ah yes, Amma, Appa, I have decided to court with Metelic," said Megatronus, motioning towards the femme. "She has agreed to the courting."

"Wonderful," said Ratchet. "I hope you are treating her right?"

"Of course."

"Good. Ah might have ta beat ya if ya weren't," Ironhide chuckled.