"Time to go." With a demanding voice and rough servos, Megatron pulled Ratchet towards the loading dock, where the platform was lowering, forming an exit out of the ship, Ratchet squirming and resisting the whole way, spatting obscenities at the warlord and kicking, given his wrists were cuffed. It was driving Megatron absolutely insane, the mech put up quite a fight, especially when carrying a sparkling.

"Stoppit you pathetic little glitch!" Megatron snapped as Ratchet stomped on one of his peds so he tripped and almost fell over. "I will beat the living- Watch it!" The medic tripped him and Megatron stumbled back, missing the door and hitting his backstrut painfully on the doorframe. "Enough!"

"Can't believe you actually thought I'd cooperate!" Ratchet snapped angrily.

Megatron snarled and got a tighter grip on his wrists, which were cuffed behind his back. "I'm sick of this. You, will behave, or I swear to Primus, you will never hear the end of it!" He pulled Ratchet through the exit on the ship, and into a large clearing, of an abandoned and wartorn city, which was desolate and silent.

Soundwave, Starscream, about eight vehicons and Sky Rocket accompanied them, in the quiet clearing.

Megatron had Ratchet standing at his side, a clawed servo locked onto one of the medic's wrist. After a few seconds of staring out into the dark and sulky, empty streets with broken and torn apart housing units, the warlord called out, "Orion, why hide in the shadows? It's not your place." Ratchet looked up as Orion stepped out of the grey shadows, but...

He seemed different.

Orion looked much taller, wiser, and the light in his optics that made Orion who he was, it had been replaced by a grim, confident and powerful, dull shine. Is that even him?

Ratchet shook his helm slightly. Of course this was Orion. Of course it was his mate. Who else would it be?

"Megatron, I've come. Return Ratchet to us peacefully, as you promised you would." Holy scrap... even his voice was different... it was deep, confident, powerful...

The warlord didn't seem to notice anything. "I did promise so, did I not?" He smirked. "And you didn't hesitate to trust me."

"Orion it's a trap, get out of- mf!" Megatron slapped a servo over Ratchet's mouth and silenced him immediately, snarling in agitation.

"Shut it, pest." Megatron hissed in the medic's audio receptor angrily.

Ratchet dropped his gaze, now muted by the warlord's servo and not too proud of it. Orion took a step forward quickly.

"Do not," he growled fiercely, "harm him."

This caught Ratchet and Megatron off guard, neither of them expected such an action from the easy going archivist. The aggression was definitely new.

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't dream of harming your little lapdog, or the little one he's currently carrying." Megatron smirked, slowly lowering his servo.

Orion looked a little confused, but didn't say anything, only inhaled deeply and said, "return him peacefully, Megatron."

"You know, I don't think I will." Megatron said thoughtfully, and teasingly. "I might just keep him."

"Orion..." Ratchet murmured, feeling the sparkling shift into a position that was very uncomfortable for him.

"You'll be alright." The archivist said quietly, reassuringly, completely unaware of the sparkling.

"Now, Orion," Megatron wrapped an arm around Ratchet's waist, an act of causing discomfort to both Ratchet and Orion. Ratchet stiffened and looked away, growling a little. "I would very much like you to surrender, if you don't mind. We'll be taking you into custody, that is, if you want your lapdog to live."

"Release him Megatron." Orion's voice was monotonous and calm, despite the current situation. "You are making him uncomfortable," he observed after a few moments time, as Ratchet was standing stiff and uncomfortably with Megatron's arm around his waist and servo on his hip.

"Oh believe me, his discomfort is more than entertaining." Megatron raised an optic ridge, smirking down at Ratchet.

"I know you do not think that, Megatronus." The archivist said cooly. "You don't want to cause emotional discomfort to any being.. I know that."

Megatron smirked. "Want to bet, Archivist? You want to bet that I don't want to cause emotional discomfort to this medic until he breaks and loses it?!" The warlord, half crazed, half sane, used the arm around Ratchet's waist to pull him into a forceful, rough, onesided kiss. Ratchet yelped as their lips met, stiffening, being held to the warlord to prevent escape, humiliation bringing a tinge of pink to his cheeks. He felt Megatron's pointed dentas behind his grey lips, felt completely powerless. He closed his optics tight, and waited for Megatron to break it, and release him. He was all too eager to relieve his lips of the warlord's.

Finally, after what felt like cybercycles, Megatron's arm around his waist let go, and Ratchet stumbled backwards and away from him immediately, blushing in humiliation and shame.

"Still believe I won't push the boundaries?!" Megatron taunted Orion, who completely ignored him, and focused on Ratchet.

"Are you alright?" He asked, optics dull with concern.

Ratchet gave a slight nod.

"Good." Orion looked back to Megatron, his gaze becoming cold and furious. "Do not touch him." He growled. "I will not allow you to harm my mate. Stand down and be spared."

Megatron laughed. "You want your medic?!" He grabbed Ratchet's shoulder and tossed him to the ground at Orion's peds, the medic careful to protect his middle with one arm. Orion dropped to one knee immediately, and helped Ratchet up carefully.

The medic was completely baffled. On his knees, Orion was at his level. He had certainly grown.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" The archivist asked worriedly, looking over his mate.

"Y-Yes... Orion... your so much... taller." Ratchet murmured, optics wide with shock.

He offered a weak smile. "Actually, I go by Optimus Prime now."

"B-But... wha... how... but your an archivist!" Ratchet sputtered, saying he was 'surprised' was an understatement, at best. He was completely shocked.

"Now, if you want to keep that medic, you'll have to fight for him." Megatron sneered, appearing to not have heard that the 'incompetent little archivist' was now a prime. "Decepticons, attack!"

Ratchet's spark skipped a beat as the eight vehicons charged, blasters drawn. He had begun to back away when Orion- Optimus, his name is Optimus, transformed his two servos into blasters as well and began rapid fire on the vehicons. Ratchet, unarmed, wasn't able to do much, only stayed behind Optimus as he took down the Decepticons threat. In a blink of an optic, all eight were terminated, and Optimus took Ratchet and ran.

Megatron barely able had time to process everything that just happened before they were gone. He didn't react. Only stood there in shock, for a long while, in a deathly silence.

"Lord Megatron?" Sky Rocket asked quietly.

"Frag him. Frag them both." Megatron snarled, before turning away and heading inside the Nemesis.

~~

"We've lost them." Optimus slowed to a walk, after a good twenty minutes of endless running, his gaze resting upon his mate, who ceased running as wellm

"Oh Primus..." Ratchet groaned as the sparkling sent a wave of pain through his abdomen. "Not now... I can't deal with this right now..."

Optimus tilted his helm a little. "Ratchet?"

"I can't believe this." Ratchet began. "I get abducted, by a crazed warlord, not to mention, I'm with sparkling, and when I finally get out of it, the sire of that sparkling became a fragging Prime while I was gone. Is there anything I left out?" His gaze met Optimus's.

The Prime stared at him, caught. "Your... w-with sparkling?" He managed to choke out after a few seconds of silence.

"Y-Yes..." Ratchet nodded.

Optimus lowered to one knee, at Ratchet's level, and wrapped one arm around Ratchet's waist, while the other servo cupped his cheek. He leaned in a little, but Ratchet stopped when he whispered:

"Wait. Before you kiss me, I need to know... is the mech I bonded with still going to be in there, somewhere?" Ratchet's whisper was choked and quiet as he hesitated to ask. He didn't want the wisdom of the Primes to take away the mech he had fallen in love with...

Optimus smiled, stroking Ratchet's cheek with his thumb. "Of course."

The medic was the one that brought their lips to meet, wrapping his arms around the Prime's neck, the abdominal pain suddenly ceasing as they kissed for the first time in days.

He won't change too much... Ratchet told himself silently. Will he?