A/N: Well, sorry this took so long. Been busy and writer's block. So to clear things up, the Gearshift in the last chapter and in chapter 2 are different mechs. They just happen to have the same name. One belonged to Whiteout and the other to Darkstrike. Darkstrike's Gearshift came in about a month or so after Megatron had killed Whiteout's Gearshift. Hope that makes sense. Plus a time skip.

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. Optimus' girl owns Webshocker, Nighthunter, and Darkhunter.

"Do you have to go?" Prowl and Barricade whined.

"Yes I do little ones. It is just our lives in the Pits," said Megatronus. He bent down and hugged his brothers. "Be good for me until then and help Amma and Appa out. Can you do that for me?"

"Yep!" both said.

"Good. Now I shall see you again," said Megatronus. He got up and hugged his adoptive creators. "Farewell Amma, Appa. I do hope we can see each other soon."

"Always," said Ironhide. "Bring 'em by when they come."

"I will Appa," said Megatronus. "I love you all."

"We love you too Megatronus," said Ratchet. "Safe journeys back to Kaon."

~~~000

"You can't be serious?" Darkstrike demanded.

"Of course I am," Whiteout said. "Orders from Senator Ratbat. Megatronus will be fighting against three of my best gladiators. The mech is practically unbeatable. I'm sure a few fighters won't hurt him."

"Frag it all," Darkstrike muttered. "When?"

"In two solar cycles," Whiteout said, tossing the datapad he received from Ratbat to his fellow owner. "Be ready."

Whiteout sauntered out of the office. Darkstrike glared at the datapad, throwing it against the wall in anger. The datapad shattered on impact. The dark mech stared at it, slumping down into his chair. Three against one was unfair. He knew about Whiteout's gladiators and how much of a challenge it would be for Megatronus. The chances of survival were low. He had gotten a look at the datapad before he broke it. A death match.

The mech got up, knowing he had to go break the news to Ratchet and Ironhide before telling Megatronus and Metelic. He wanted to prolong the news as long as possible, letting them have as much happiness as possible. The flyer headed outside, transforming and blasting off to Iacon. By now, the two should be home. Darkstrike landed, heading to the door and knocking.

Prowl opened the door, looking up at Darkstrike. He recognized the owner from pictures his creators had. The youngling stepped aside, nodding politely.

"Hello Darkstrike sir. Please, come in," Prowl said.

"Thank you Prowl. Where are your creators?" Darkstrike asked.

"In their berthroom," Prowl said.

"I'll go get them," Barricade said, jumping down from his seat and running off. He knocked on his creators' door. "Carrier, sire, Darkstrike is here."

"Bring him here 'Cade," Ratchet said.

"Okay." The older youngling went back out. "Carrier says to come to their room."

Darkstrike nodded, heading into the berthroom. Ratchet and Ironhide were on the berth, sitting up with worry. Darkstrike nodded at his friends.

"I come bearing... hard news," Darkstrike said.

"Oh Primus. Is Megatronus alright?" Ratchet asked.

"For now, yes," the flyer said. "It would seem Senator Ratbat would like Megatronus to be in a death match. Three of Whiteout's best gladiators against just him alone. The chances are low of surviving this battle. I would say 3%, if he's lucky."

"Does he know?" Ironhide asked.

"No, not yet. I wished to tell you two first, to be prepared for anything. I would also like for your help Ratchet. Megatronus will need major repairs done. Is it possible to take him to Iacon's main hospital since you are the CMO?" Darkstrike asked. "The Pits aren't equipped to handle such injuries. We're low on supplies too."

"Of course," Ratchet agreed. "I will have my best medics on standby and a transportation with me. We will use Pharma's device used for medical emergencies if we have to. So far, it works on stabilizing any condition."

"Thank you," Darkstrike said.

~~~000

"Megatronus..."

"I know. Please, if I do not make it out of this alive, take care of my mate and sparklings," Megatronus begged, facing the arena entrance.

"I will," Darkstrike nodded. "Good luck."

Megatronus steeled himself, clenching his fists tightly as he walked into the arena. He stared at his opponents, examining them. One was a slim pink femme, an equally slim yellow mech, and a larger built brown mech. They all looked like siblings, but Megatronus didn't recognize them. He couldn't see a direct weakness to either of them, but knew they were highly skilled.

Up in the stands, he saw his Amma and Appa watching with Darkstrike. On the other side, he knew that Ratbat and the other senators were watching. The alarm beeped, the three gladiators charging at Megatronus, putting him on the defense. The silver mech dodged the best he could, getting stabbed every now and then by the femme. The other two mechs used flashers to distract him. It was working, the reflective lights blinding him.

Megatronus screamed when a large sword from the brown mech went through his back and out his abdominal plating. Energon poured out, dumping onto the ground. He shook, falling to his knees. The femme got close, allowing Megatronus to grab her throat and dig his claws into her chest, ripping out her spark. The other two mechs got into a lower stance, ready to attack when given the chance.

Megatronus gasped and roared as he pulled the blade out of him, tossing it aside and punching the brown mech. He used his spiked mace to beat the mech, smashing in his face until he wasn't able to move. He ripped open the mech's chest, tearing out his spark and crushing it. The yellow mech backed up, scared for his life. He threw a load of knives at the silver gladiator, embedding them into him.

The silver mech ignored them, pressing forward with pure anger in his optics. He grabbed the yellow mech, picking him up and started to slowly rip him in half. The screams and cheers of the crowd grew louder when the mech choked and went offline. Megatronus threw both pieces to the side, frame shaking terribly as he struggled to stay online himself. He wobbled, knowing the energon loss and wounds were too much for him.

"Megatronus is triumphant again!"

The mech walked away from the arena, collapsing when he was out of sight. Energon bubbled up his throat, leaking out to join the rest around him. He could faintly hear Ratchet, Darkstrike, Ironhide, and his mate as they came to his side.

"Let's get him to Iacon and quickly," Ratchet said. "Pharma, I need immediate assistance."

"I'll be there in a few kliks," the medic said. "How is he?"

"Spark is fading. He sustained internal bleeding as well as major energon loss," Ratchet reported.

Pharma flew in, already pulling out a small device. A yellow glow surrounded Megatronus, stabilizing him until they could get him to Iacon.

"Hold on Megatronus. Please," Ratchet muttered.

~~~000

"How is he?" Darkstrike asked, seeing the medics come out.

"He'll be fine with some rest. He'll need to stay for at least a decacycle before he can return to Kaon. And then about a joor of no fighting so he can get his strength back. I trust your medics to give him some physical therapy. The nurses are finishing up with the clean up after the surgery. You can see him in a bit," said Pharma.

"Thank Primus," Metelic said.

Pharma and Ratchet took the two to where Megatronus was once he was ready to be moved. The femme stayed by his side, grabbing his servo and holding it close.

"Always so strong," Metelic smirked. She gave her mate a kiss. "Glad that you'll be around still."