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Once everything regarding Nightstalker had been settled, everyone left save for Starscream who stayed behind for a minute, requesting that Knockout be careful when dealing with Nightstalker. He would hate to see such a pristine frame become the victim of an ill-tempered femme.

Knockout only nodded his consent before tidying up the med bay before contacting Nightstalker, informing her that she needed to come to the med bay for a routine check up that was overdue.

-I will be right there.- She replied, hoping that he could not hear the fear in her voice.

He retrieved his scanner and a powerful sedative in spray form, guaranteed to knock someone right out. If Nightstalker was indeed pregnant, he was not taking any chances, he did not want to be on the receiving end of the female Predacon’s might.

X    X    X

Before entering the med bay, Nightstalker sent a prayer to Primus; a god that she did not believe in that Knockout would not find anything. She also took a moment to calm her racing spark before entering the med bay, doing her best not to act as though she knew something was up.

“Ah, Nightstalker, thank you for coming on such short notice.” Knockout said, flashing a charming smile.

She ignored the urge hurl right there, she just smiled back and tried to be charming herself, no doubt failing miserably.

“The reason I called you down here is because you and Predaking have gotten rather… friendly with each other,” Knockout went on. “I just wish to make sure that you’ve been taking the proper precautions.”

Oh, I am sure you are. She thought with an inward growl.

Aloud, she simply stated. “I guess that makes sense, I don’t want to catch something.”

“Correct, now just hop up on the berth so we can get started.”

Nightstalker swallowed nervously before getting onto the medical berth.

Scanner now in hand, Knockout ran the beam over her. Primus, he hoped she was not carrying, killing clones was one thing but an innocent unborn sparkling was another thing entirely. The thought of telling Nightstalker to run for it and seek asylum with the Autobots, briefly crossed his mind, but he did not want to be on the receiving end of Megatron’s legendary wrath. Starscream wouldn’t be able to save him.

She tried not to stiffen as he scanned her; one of hands had become a fist, as she prepared herself to punch him out should he find something. She remained unaware that the medic had something to counteract her right hook.

“Hmm, the results are… indeterminate,” Knockout said as the scan finished. “I will need for you to open your chest plates so I can check on your spark.”

She resisted the urge to knock him out immediately, she just had to wait for the right moment, heck she might even risk killing him. Instead, she took another calming breath before opening her chest plates, once more praying that he did not find anything.

As he bent forward to look, she slowly raised her fist in order to knock him the scrap out.

He seemed to be looking at her spark for an unusually long time before saying with barely hidden relief. “Looks like you’re clear.”

She let out an inward sigh and she lowered her hand and opened her fist, unaware that her claws had dug into her palm, drawing blood.

Knockout quickly noticed it. “Hey, you should be more careful. Here, let me patch that up.”

She glanced down at her hand and blinked. “Oh, I didn’t even notice.”

Knockout remained silent as he patched her up then handed her a disc. “Here, have Predaking put this behind his spark. It’ll keep you from getting pregnant, this far into the war, we can’t afford that mistake.”

Nightstalker raised an eyebrow as she took the disc, slightly confused. “And just how does this little disc going to prevent that?”

“It blocks certain spark energy from building up to its highest point.” He told her.
“Ok, but only if you merge your sparks, which we haven’t and we’re not even bonded, just lovers.”

“As a femme, the chances of conception are higher because you don’t need to be bonded to another. If you were an un-bonded mech the chances would be smaller almost slim to none, you would have to bond with another in order to successfully conceive a sparkling.”

“Wow, that’s not sexist or anything.” Nightstalker said, dryly.

“Sorry, but it’s scientifically true.” Knockout replied.

“It’s still sexist. Um, your computer is blinking.”

Knockout turned around to look. “Oh, Lord Megatron is contacting me, you’re free to go and don’t forget to give the disc to Predaking.”

“Fine, fine.” She replied then left, she tossed the disc in the nearest trash chute on her way back to Predaking’s quarters.

X    X    X

Once Nightstalker had left, Knockout activated the computer screen and within seconds, Megatron popped up on screen. His head any way.

“You called, Lord Megatron?” Knockout asked.

“Yes, what are the results of this so called check up?”

“Nightstalker is in face not pregnant, I gave her the disc to use to prevent it from happening later.”

“She might not even be able to have offspring anyway.” Shockwave stated from somewhere off screen.

“Well, according to her chart, there’s no reason why she can’t.” Knockout said, trying not to sound snappish.

“It wouldn’t be on her chart.” Shockwave countered.

Knockout bristled. “Are you questioning my medical skills?”

“No, the data I have on her is prior to any recent follow ups.”

“Well, my data is current, and I’m telling you that she is perfectly capable of carrying.” Knockout said indignantly.

“Enough, both of you.” Megatron said in a rather annoyed tone.

“Yes, lord Megatron.” Knockout said, sulking.

“Good, Megatron out.” The screen with blank with a quite pop.

X   X   X

“My lord, I ask that you listen to me, despite Knockout’s medical chart on Nightstalker, I have doubts that she can even conceive.” Shockwave stated after Megatron cut off the conversation.

Megatron gave an annoyed sigh. “Either way, Knockout gave her the disc to prevent it from happening.”

“That was logical, yes. But I still wish for you to hear me out.” Shockwave pressed.

“Very well, continue.” The silver mech said, trying not to sound irritated.

Shockwave was relieved that Megatron was going to listen to him, despite his growing annoyance with the subject of the Predacons and possible pregnancies of said Predacons.

“During the first stated of incubation of the protoforms, there was an unexpected glitch with one of them.”

Megatron’s eyes narrowed slightly. “What kind of glitch?”

“That’s the problem, I’m not sure.”

“Try to explain it.”

Shockwave was silent for a long moment as he tried to thick of a logical explanation of the strange anomaly.

Finally sighed and admitted. “There is no logical explanation, my lord. But as it worsened, I feared that it would spread to the others and I decided that the most logical option would be to abort the protoform.”

“And did you?” His master asked.

“No, the glitch or complication seemed to fix itself before I could abort.”

“I fail to see how this is even relevant now.”

“It was Nightstalker’s incubation tube,” Shockwave stated. “As she grew, I kept a close watch on her and learned during a required scan that her gestation chamber was deformed. Making it impossible for her to carrying, if in the unlikely possibility she was able to conceive she would most likely lose it, unable to carry the spark to term.”

Megatron fell silent as he absorbed the information that Shockwave had just dropped in his lap, however before he could delve deeper into it, a door opened and a Vehicon walked in.

“My lord, the scouting parties have located two energon veins.”

Megatron’s optics brightened and any thoughts of Nightstalker’s possible infertility slipped from his mind, at least of the time being. “What are the locations of both mines?”

“One is the mountains; the other is location in a dense forest in Europe.” The Vehicon replied.

“Send parties to both and secure them.”

The Vehicon nodded once in reply before leaving the room.

“We’ll be able to secure then far easier should we send the Predacons to each site,” Shockwave advised. “Predaking should be sent to the vein in the Mountains while Nightstalker is sent to the one in the forest.”

“Excellent idea, Shockwave.” Megatron said. “By the way, do you still have an energon disturber shield?”

“Only the one, Lord Megatron.”

“I see, then we should use it on the Forest Mine, the defense of the Energon mine in the Mountains should be easy enough to defend.”
“A most logical idea, I shall give it to Nightstalker when she reaches the Command Center.”

X   X   X

Nightstalker screamed Predaking’s name, her back arching as her climax tore through her, making her see stars. She hadn’t stood a chance against Predaking, the second she had returned, he pounced. Not that she was complaining, with this pleasurable distraction had melted all troubling thoughts replacing them with those of mind-blowing pleasure.

She gave a soft moaning mewl as he cleaned her up with only his glossa before coming up to lay down beside her, thought his kept a hand firmly between her legs, softly stroking her silken folds.

Her optics remained dark with sated pleasure, enjoying the feel of his hand between her thighs stroking the treasure that nestled between them.

“I do believe you have thoroughly convinced me,” She breathed. “You are a big bad dragon, my big bad dragon.”

Predaking smiled then kissed her. “Good, although I am more then happy to continue to convince you.”

She tasted herself in the kiss then gave a little gasp of pleasure as he gently pinched a sensory node. “I-I would greatly enjoy that, my King.”

His optics twinkled; he loved the way ‘my King’ sounded on her lips, it sounded so perfect and so right.

“Hmm, by the smell coming off you, I’d say you are ready for another round.” He removed his fingers from her folds then walked her as he licked the sweet nectar from his fingers, he could tell just by watching her that she was turned on.

“How did you g-guess?” She gasped as he entered her with one smooth thrust.

He only chuckled before claiming her lips in a searing kiss, one she was more then happy to return.

However, before they could really get going, a knock interrupted the tender moment, making both Predacons growl in annoyance, offended that their fun had been so rudely interrupted!

“What?!” Predaking snarled, optics blazing with barely restrained rage.

“M-My apologizes,” Came a terrified reply. “B-But Lord Megatron and Shockwave wish to speak with the both of you in the Command Center.”

If it were possible in Predaking’s current form, smoke would have most certainly spilled from his nostrils.

“Very well,” Predaking growled, wondering what they could possibly want. “We’ll be there in a moment.”

“I-I’ll inform them right away.” There was a sound of running feet, which meant the messenger had taken off.

“I guess play time is put on hold.” Nightstalker stated as Predaking pulled out of her.

“At least for the time being, later we can go back to having fun.” Predaking purred.

“I’ll look forward to that.” She replied.

Predaking smiled, also looking forward to later.

X    X    X

Hearing the familiar foot falls of the two Predacons, Megatron turned around to address the pair, his gaze locked on Nightstalker for a moment before Predaking spoke.

“You summoned us, my lord?”

Woof, woof. Nightstalker thought with some annoyance.

“I did, the scouts have unearthed two energon veins, I need the both of you to protect them.” Megatron replied. “The Autobots will no doubt make an effort to capture one or, if possible both mines.”

At the mention of the Autobots, Predaking’s optics brightened with interest, he hoped they would show up, so he could tear them apart. Nightstalker’s eyes also brightened with interest but for an entirely different reason.

“And where will you be sending us, my lord?” Predaking asked.

“Like lord Megatron said, there are two mines,” Shockwave put in. “Nightstalker will be guarding the mine hidden in the forest, while you will be guarding the other located in the Mountains.”

“Sounds reasonable.” Predaking commented.

Shockwave then approached the pair with two separate devices; Nightstalker easily recognized one of them, some time ago, the one eyed scientist had created transmitters that would allow the miners and other Decepticons to understand Predaking and herself while in their beast forms. He called it a transmitter; Nightstalker saw it as a collar, a symbol of ownership.

“What is that?” Predaking asked as he spotted the unfamiliar device.

“It an energon scrambler, it disrupts energon signals, making it difficult for outsiders to get a lock on the location. This is the only one we have and it’s been malfunctioning for a while, I just recently repaired it.”

Yeah, right. Nightstalker thought sarcastically as Shockwave gave it to her.

“What exactly is she meant to do with it?” Predaking asked.

“I’m sure drop kicking it will only be counter productive.” Nightstalker smirked.

Megatron inwardly rolled his optics. “Just keep it with you.”

Once Nightstalker had the scrambler, Shockwave then handed them the voice transmitters/collars.

Shall I roll onto my back so you can pet my belly? Nightstalker thought sarcastically as she took it from Shockwave and grudgingly put it on.

X   X   X

“Going for the mine located in the mountains will be impossible; it will only give the Decepticons the advantage. We will have greater success in seizing the second,” Optimus stated as they went over battle plans. “Bumblebee, Ultra Magnus, Ironhide, Bulkhead, and-“

“I’m staying with Wheeljack.” Arcee stated, cutting him off.

“Very well.” Optimus said then watched her leave.

“What makes you think the Cons won’t have an advantage in the forest?” Ironhide asked.

“Ratchet made a signal scrambler, it will prevent those at the mine from calling for reinforcements,” Optimus coolly replied. “Megatron will most likely send Nightstalker to protect the Forest Mine, she may lack experience in hand to hand combat but we must remain cautious, regardless.”

[I promise I won’t flirt with Nightstalker again.] Ironhide said as Ratchet activated a ground bridge portal.

Ratchet rolled his eyes as he snorted in mild amusement and watched as they rolled out.

X    X   X

The moment Nightstalker was alone, she took out the energon scrambler, glanced around just to be sure she was alone before she dropped it and processed the stomp on it a few times. Satisfied, she picked it, looked at it for a moment before tossing it over her shoulder where it landed a creek with a splash.

“Whoops.” She smirked before walking off to hunt.

Sorry, Shockwave, but your welding skills suck.

X    X    X

After orders were giving, Ironhide took point and scouted ahead, he made sure to watch his footing so he wouldn’t give away his position to the enemy. After a few minutes, he came across a set of tracks; they were fresh and headed east.

These weren’t made by anything from this planet. He thought before crouching down to get a better look.

He contacted Optimus with his find.

-What did you find?- Optimus asked.

“Tracks, made by the female Predacon, they’re not deeply embedded into the dirt, so she’s not just standing around.”

-Have you spotted her or just her tracks?-

“So far just her tracks, I don’t think they’re heading toward the mine, if I had to guess, she’s probably hunting.”

There was a moment of silence before Optimus spoke again.

-Follow the tracks and see where they lead, be sure to stay out of sight. When you find her, send the coordinates.-

“Understood Iron- what?”

-I said stay safe and watch your back.->

“Understood, sir, Ironhide out.-

Ironhide couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Stay safe, he says. Who is he kidding?

He kept his blaster cannon at the ready just in case he had to shoot something or someone. He crouched suddenly when an animal like scream ripped through the forest, it ended just as quickly.

Ok, I don’t even want to know what that was. He thought before heading in that direction.

With a couple seconds, he spotted Nightstalker’s black and red striped pattern form, the Predacon was in her animal form, crouched over a large dead thing.

Disgusting. He thought before sending Prime his location, while staying out of sight.

-She’s a half mile from the Mine’s location, we should have plenty of time to seize it.-

“What do you want me to do with Nightstalker?’

-Leave her be and come back, we’re going to need your help in taking the mine.-

“Understood, Ironhide out.”

X    X    X

Optimus waited for Ironhide to return, he glanced over his shoulder and saw that his Autobots were growing uneasy no matter how hard they tried to hide it.

“The longer we wait; the chance of getting caught grows.” Bulkhead stated.

“It is a risk that we will have to-” Optimus started when a ruckus cut him off.

Simultaneously, their weapons came to life and pointed in the direction of the sound of breaking trees.

“Hold your fire,” Optimus said after a few seconds. “It’s only Ironhide.”

“How can you tell?” Bee asked.

“He did the same thing back on that Jungle Planet.”

“Wouldn’t it be easier to just go Hey, it’s me?” Bulkhead asked.

“Not his style.” Prime replied.

“And what fun would that be?” Ironhide asked as he stepped into a small smirk on his face.

They put their weapons away as Prime approached the black plated Autobot.

“We will need to seize the mine as quickly as possible, before Nightstalker returns to it.”

“We’d better hurry then,” Ironhide replied. “There’s no telling how long she’ll be out eating.”

“Eating?” Bee echoed. “Eating what?”

“Trust me, kid. You don’t want to know.”

Bee suppressed a shiver before following after the others as they moved out.

Optimus took the lead while Magnus stayed in back just in case of an ambush from behind.

It took them a couple minutes before Ironhide spotted the entrance to the mine and noted the small number of guards.

“They must believe that with Nightstalker around, guarding the entrance is not a necessity.” Prime commented.

“They’ll regret that decision soon enough.” Ironhide smirked.

“Autobots! Seize the mine!” Optimus boomed before charging with Ironhide close behind him.

Their ambush caught the small number of guards completely off guard, one tried to call Nightstalker only to receive static and sword through the chest. They easily mowed down the Vehicon Troopers, completely unaware that Nightstalker was watching them. She would let them take the energon before making an appearance.

X   X   X

“Sir, we don’t have the proper resources to keep the mine secure, I advise that we gather as much energon as we can.” Magnus reported once the Troopers were gone.

“We can use these carts!” Bee exclaimed.

“Good call, Bumblebee.” Optimus replied.

They quickly got to work and easily filled three carts full of Energon, while Ironhide remained near the entrance of the cave, just in case more Cons showed up.

He glanced over his shoulder just as Optimus came into view followed by Bulkhead and Bumblebee; both were pushing carts loaded with mined energon.

“I guess we won’t have to worry about running low on energon for a while.” Bee grinned.

“Don’t celebrate just yet, look.” Bulkhead stated flatly, pointing.

Four pairs of optics looked in the direction to where Bulkhead was pointing and Bee’s grin fell when they spotted Nightstalker, in her beast form standing just outside the shelter of the trees.

Optimus stepped forward his mini gun at the ready, by stepping forward, he brought Nightstalker’s attention on him alone.

She eyed the weapon warily before looking at the bodies of the slain Vehicons.

“I must say, I’m quite impressed. You clearly thought this through.”

Everyone fell silent, stunned that she was talking while in her beast form, Optimus was the first to notice the collar like transmitter she was wearing, no doubt designed she so could while in her current form.

Ironhide moved from his current position to get a clear shot at Nightstalker just in case she tried anything.

Her gaze briefly fell on Ironhide before returning to Optimus, she gave what sounded like a chuckle mixed with a growl, it made the scout flinch at the sound. “If I had wanted to stop you, I would have done so the moment I scented Ironhide.”

“And why didn’t you?” Optimus asked ignoring the offended pout Ironhide was currently making.

Nightstalker suddenly lurched forward, causing the small raiding party to aim their weapons at her ready to fire when the Predacon regurgitated her latest meal.

“That is just disgusting.” Ironhide grimaced as he looked at the steaming pile.

Nightstalker shook her head and stepped back before transforming unsteadily to her bipedal form, her head swimming.

Seeing that she was about to topple, Optimus quickly stepped forward and caught her before she could hit the ground, most likely face first into what use to be her lunch.

“Easy now,” He said softly. “You’re not well.”

Nightstalker turned her unfocused gaze on him and chuckled softly. “Well, aren’t you the gentlemen.”

Optimus quickly noticed how hot she felt against him, she also shaking.

Magnus easily noticed what was on Optimus mind and he quickly spoke up. “Sir, are you sure this is wise?”

“She’s sick, Ultra Magnus.” Optimus stated.

“I can see that, sir. But she’s still a Predacon.”

“I… I’m not going any where with her.” Bee said voice unsteady.

Nightstalker shook her head as she tried to clear it, with whatever strength she had left; she forced herself out of Prime’s arms. Seeking them out had clearly been a mistake this wasn’t going to work. She took a few unsteady steps, shifted back into her beast form, walked a few yards away before her weight gave out on her and fell unconscious.

“That settles it, Ironhide, give me a hand.” Optimus said, shaking his head as he approached the unconscious beast.

Ironhide sighed before running over to help; they quickly found out that Nightstalker was heavier in her beast form. If he hadn’t come to Prime’s aid, picking her up would be nearly impossible.

[Ratchet, get the med bay ready. We have a patient for you and you’re not going to like it.] Ironhide said.

Annoyance immediately filled the bond. [What did you do now?]

[I didn’t do anything!] Ironhide protested, offended by the accusation.

[If it’s not you, then who is it?]

[You’ll see when we get there. Open the portal before more troops show up.]

His mate didn’t reply, but a moment later a portal burst into life a few yards away, Optimus sent the other in with the Energon before he and Ironhide carried Nightstalker through.

Arcee is going to kill me.
TFP: L.O.T.P ch. 17
A little heads up, I'm cutting back on sex scenes. They're fun to rp, but I hate having to censor them when I post the chapter on here. So it's up to your pervy little minds to fill in the gaps.

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The Nemesis – 3 days later…

Megatron listened and watched as the screen played the important parts of Wheeljack’s memories that Soundwave had recorded. Due to being busy, he had not been able to review Soundwave’s findings for three days and it did not matter that the info was 72 hours old it was still useful.

“Ah, Optimus is bonded,” The silver mech softly mused. “Something we can exploit.”

Soundwave stepped forward and said. “A three way bond actually, my lord. Although, the femme called Arcee appears to be the one Prime is most fond of.”

“After what the Predacons did to Wheeljack, I doubt it’s a three way bond any more.” Megatron replied with a derisive snort.

Soundwave felt a strange twinge in his spark then froze when the feed unexpectedly changed… the footage was now showing Soundwave’s memories…

Megatron raised an eyebrow at the sudden change he glanced at Soundwave and gestured to the screen. “And why exactly is this on here? That fight in the pits may be history now, but I know Wheeljack wasn’t present, I would have remembered.”

Soundwave lowered his head and cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “I… underestimated him…”

“Go on.” Megatron’s tone was neutral.

“I… grew over confident and he took advantage.” Soundwave said, trying not to sound nervous.

“I do hope that this was the only memory Wheeljack was able to get from you.” Megatron said mildly.

“I-I have the list that you asked for.”

Scrap. Soundwave thought.

Megatron turned his ruby gaze on Soundwave, waiting for an answer.

Soundwave could not come up with an answer that would pacify Megatron… he-he had failed him.

“What else did he learn, Soundwave?” Megatron asked, correctly interpreting Soundwave’s silence.

Soundwave swallowed nervously before replying. “O-Only that you and I are lovers.”

“Anything else?”

“No, my lord.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”

Soundwave relaxed, relieved that Megatron had not been furious with him for failing him.

Megatron chuckled softly. “Were you afraid that I would be angry?”

“I believed that you would, yes.” Soundwave admitted.

“Considering that this was the only mistake that you’ve ever made, I’m willing to overlook it.”

Soundwave’s shoulders sagged as he completely relaxed, although it did not like the bitter taste of failure.

Sensing Soundwave’s discomfort, Megatron turned off the screen and hologram vanished then pulled the lithe mech into his lap, he smiled a little when felt the mech stiffen a little in surprise. He purred softly and nuzzled the other’s neck.

“You know how much faith I have in you, Soundwave. You have never failed me and you never will.”

Soundwave purred in reply before reaching up and removing his visor and set it on the desk.

“You have such a beautiful face,” Megatron purred. “It’s a shame to keep it hidden all the time.”

Soundwave smiled before teasingly grinding against him. “I enjoy the effect it has on people while I wear it.”

Megatron groaned softly, wrapping his arms around Soundwave’s waist. “It certainly gives you an air of mystery.”

“That’s the idea.” The other mewled.

“Careful, if this escalates, we might break the chair.”

“The desk, then?”

Megatron purred in agreement then squeezed his aft, earning a small mewl.

Taking the hint, Soundwave stole a brief kiss before sliding off and leaned against the desk, beckoning Megatron closer.

Like a jungle cat, Megatron rose from his chair, prowled towards his lover, and pressed him against the desk before purring into his audio. “Your aft is mine.”

Soundwave purred in reply. “It always is and this-” He squeezed Megatron’s panel. “Is mine.”

Megatron groaned again before turning Soundwave around and pressed his broad chest into his lithe back before reaching around to grope and possibly remove a certain covering that hid a treasure behind it.

All that Soundwave heard was the clatter of armor before moaning with pleasure, his back arching as Megatron’s finger surged inside, setting delicious fire within his frame. Somehow, his lips found Megatron’s and soon their glossa dueled for dominance, he surrounded to the silver mech as another finger slipped inside him, increasing the pleasure and stretching him to his limits.

A soft buzzing barely registered through the thick fog of pleasure that clouded his mind, but an all too familiar growl broke through it, causing the building pleasure to come to a dead stop.

“What is it?” Megatron growled in clear annoyance.

-Lord Megatron, I apologize for disturbing you,- Shockwave replied. –But I need you and Soundwave to come to the med bay.-

“Can it wait; I’m busy at the moment.”

-I am afraid it cannot, my lord. It is quite urgent.-

Megatron gave another annoyed growl before speaking. “Very well, we’ll be there momentarily, Megatron out.”

Soundwave looked as peeved as Megatron, the last time some one foolishly interrupted them, ended up in the med bay and did not leave it for two weeks.

It took a moment for the pair to calm themselves, though Soundwave still looked irritated.

“This better be important.” Soundwave growled as he recovered his codpiece and his visor.

“Shockwave wouldn’t have disturbed us if it wasn’t.” Megatron replied before reaching up to trace a finger down the side of his mask.

The now silent mech shivered at the stroke.

“We’ll continue this later, my pet.”

X    X    X

“Alright, Shockwave, what is the problem?” Megatron asked as he and Soundwave entered the med bay.

“It’s about Nightstalker and Predaking, my lord.” Shockwave replied, his antenna flaring out a little.

Again? Soundwave thought with a mental growl.

“How much damage did they do this time?” Megatron growled, wondering why the pair couldn’t go off and be destructive elsewhere.

“None, my lord. However, it was something that Knockout pointed out about them.”

Megatron sighed and rubbed his face with a large hand. “As long as they’re not causing trouble or destroying Decepticon tech during their insane and pointless fights with each other, why should I care about their behavior?”

“Well… recently they’ve been going at it like earth rabbits, my lord.” Knockout pointed out.

Megatron looked at his medic and raised an eyebrow. “And this is concerning why?”

“Because it is only a matter of time before Nightstalker becomes impregnated with Predaking’s offspring.” Shockwave stated.

Megatron wanted to beat his head against the wall the solution was so simple! “So give them The Talk and a Birth Control disc.”

“I fear the damage has already been done, my lord. But I am not 100% certain.” Shockwave admitted.

“Become certain.” Megatron almost growled.

“And if she’s carrying, am I to snuff out the unborn spark like we did the clones?” Knockout asked, not liking the idea.

Megatron waved his hand dismissively. “One Predaking sparkling will not be a threat, just make sure she can’t have any more.”

“Actually,” Starscream said finally speaking. “One Sparkling can pose a threat. Predaking proved that by wanting to lead the clones as their leader.”

“What do you suggest, Starscream?” Megatron asked with distain. “Predaking is no fool, if Nightstalker is carrying and something was to happen to it, he’ll become suspicious.”

“There’s a strong possibility that they’re not even aware that she could be carrying, otherwise she could have come to see Knockout.” Shockwave added.

“They’ll find out soon enough. Either way, the situation is the same.”

“Not if she believes she’s getting a standard medical check up before she learns of its existence.”

“Starscream’s statement is logical, my lord. Should Nightstalker believe she is getting a simple medical exam and Knockout was to find something odd, she will not question him when he must put her into stasis.”

“Fine,” Megatron growled. “Knockout, get on it.”

X    X      X

Panting filled the room as Nightstalker slumped against Predaking’s chest, she smiled as his arms wrapped around her, keeping her close.

Predaking purred softly, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking, he purred even louder as he felt Nightstalker trace the emblem of his chest with a claw. He simply loved it when she did that.

Nightstalker smiled a little and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them a half second later as she let out a small annoyed sigh before sitting up to scratch her chest.

“Is something wrong?” Predaking asked, keeping his arms around her waist.

“That annoying itch is back,” She replied before letting a huff. “That’s what I get for rolling around in the dirt.”

“I agree, I don’t know why you did that, it didn’t look every comfortable.”

“I guess that’s what I get for listening to my animal side.” She grumbled.

“Well, I don’t know about that,” Predaking grinned. “I found it rather attractive.”

Nightstalker chuckled and lightly kissed him. “Says the mech I nearly drowned. Again”

Predaking shuddered at the memory; it was fresh in his mind. Even though Nightstalker had only been playing with him at the time, it was still unnerving.

“Don’t remind me.”

She chuckled again, her green eyes glinting with playful mischief. “Oh, is the big bad dragon afraid of a little bath?”

“Yes, this big bad dragon is very afraid of a little bath.”

She gave him a teasing grin. “It would appear that my lover isn’t a big bad dragon, but an over grown sparkling.”

“Well, I don’t think I can have you thinking that about me,” The dragon purred, one hand lightly squeezing her hip. “I’ll just have to change your mind.”

“Oh, please do.” She mewled.

He smirked pulling her down and claiming her lips in a searing kiss, he quickly rolled them over so he was on top again, he almost growled with desire as their glossa dueled each other.

He paused for a moment when he felt her stiffen beneath him; he broke the kiss to look at her. “Are you alright, I felt you stiffen.”

“It’s just a small twinge, nothing to worry about.” She breathed, nibbling on his bottom lip.

He gave a playful growl as he found one of her hot spots, the mewl that escaped her lips brought a pleased smirk to his face. He paused once more when he felt her stiffen. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“It’s just a twinge, nothing to worry about.” She mewled, nuzzling and kissing his neck.

He gently pushed her back down onto the berth; he knew stopping her was a bad idea, especially when she fired up like this, but he was worried that she might be getting sick.

“Perhaps you should see Knockout; I don’t want you to get sick. Not when it can be avoided.”

Nightstalker sighed in annoyance. “Fine.”

He smiled a little and lightly kissed her. “It’s only because I care about you.”

“Yeah, I know. But you don’t have to be such a sparkling about it,” There was a teasing glint in her eyes. “Want to get off me, big guy?”

He gave a rumbling chuckle before getting off, but not before stealing a quick kiss.

She rolled her eyes before sitting up and getting out of bed. She jumped a little and gave a little yelp of surprise as he gave her aft a little squeeze.

“H-Hey, down boy.” She chuckled, turning to look at him.

Predaking just smirked, a mischievous gleam in his yellow eyes. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

She gave him a mocking bow. “Yes, my king.”

“If I am King, then you’re my Queen.” He replied with a lustful purr.

Nightstalker snorted. “I’d rather be your Mistress then your Queen.”

“Either will work. Oh, and while you’re away, I’ll be thinking of more ways to ravage that tantalizing body of yours.”

“You’re insufferable.” She chuckled before reaching the door.

“And you’re intolerable, my beloved.” He smiled.

She paused before opening the door, a small smile on her lips as she left.

X    X    X

Nightstalker quietly hummed to herself as she reached the sliding door of the Med bay, only it did not open as she approached it. Where Knockout and Starscream mating in the med bay again, it would not be the first time this has happened. She heard voices but it was not anything that indicated to that of ravenous lovemaking.

“…matter of time before Nightstalker becomes impregnated with Predaking’s offspring.”</i>

Nightstalker blinked in surprise, they were talking about and Predaking… and the possibility of her getting pregnant.

Curious now, she crept closer thankful that the med bay door was locked.

“If she’s carrying, am I to snuff out the unborn spark like we did the clones?”</i>

Nightstalker’s eyes widened in shock, her spark racing. The Decepticons were responsible for the destruction of the Predacon Clones! Even it that was true… what role did the Autobots play in their near destruction.

Wheeljack’s words suddenly filled her mind. If you want to keep your lap secret, you cannot leave exposed energon out in the open.

The Autobots had been looking for energon when they came across the lab and the only way they could have found it was because of… Megatron. He had used the Autobot to do his dirty work!

Lost in thought, she had missed part of what Megatron was saying.

“…make sure she can’t have any more.”</i>

Nightstalker felt an undying urge to bolt and inform Predaking of what she had overheard. She did not move, wondering if that course of action was wise, wondering if he would even believe her. His hatred of the Autobot ran deep, almost to the point of obsession.

She shook her head, she would not tell him, not until she had all the information… from both sides.

Starscream’s annoying voice caught her attention. “One Sparkling can pose a threat. Predaking proved that by wanting to lead the clones as their leader.”</i>

Nightstalker’s hand flew up to her mouth and her spark gave another twinge, only this time it was more painful then annoying. She could not believe what she was hearing!
“What do you suggest, Starscream?”</i> She heard Megatron’s familiar growl. “Predaking is no fool, if Nightstalker is carrying and something was to happen to it, he’ll become suspicious.”

“There’s a strong possibility that they’re not even aware that she could be carrying, otherwise she could have come to see Knockout.”

Nightstalker’s spark gave an uneasy flip, her fear rising as she glanced down at her chest, could she be with child? If she was, she could not let Predaking know, he would no doubt inform Megatron of its existence and the little one would be dead within a week. Shockwave would of course have a rational explanation as to why she lost the little one.

She ignored the urge to growl; any noise she made would give her away and tip them off.

“… Soon enough. Either way, the situation is the same.”</i> Nightstalker could hear the annoyance in Megatron’s voice.

“Not if she believes she’s getting a standard medical check up before she learns of its existence.”

“Starscream’s statement is logical, my lord. Should Nightstalker believe she is getting a simple medical exam and Knockout was to find something odd-”

She did not want to hear anymore, she backed away from the locked med bay doors and quietly walked away. Once she rounded a corner, she bolted into a rub before stopping several minutes later as she had started to hyperventilate.

The Deceptions, not the Autobots were originally responsible the destruction of their race, because of Megatron the Predacons were on the verge of extinction and if they were to learn of the little one, they’d kill it without a second thought.

It took her several moments to calm down and compose herself; she could not tell Predaking what she had learned, not until she had ALL the facts. That would mean speaking to the Autobots… easier said then done….
TFP: Last of The Predacons ch. 16
Also known as Revelations.

Shit just got real...

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After finishing his cube, Predaking headed towards the training room, he needed to rid the feeling of restlessness and a good workout seemed like a great idea. He would most likely destroy something but it would be worth it. Two Eradicons rushed past him to enter the training room, smoke billowed out as they opened the door.

“What in the world!” Predaking exclaimed.

Nightstalker stumbled out of the open door; she clung to the doorframe with one hand as she coughed.

“Nightstalker! Are you alright?” He asked, running over to her, concern in his voice.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine,” She coughed. “Just went a little overboard the in the training room that’s all.”

Predaking blinked and raised an eyebrow. “A little overboard, what exactly is a little overboard?”

“I didn’t know how to work the controls for the holographic training dummies.”

“And you set something on fire.” Predaking guessed, trying not to laugh.

“It wasn’t intentional.”

It was hard for him to remain straight faced as he imagined what the situation must have been like.

“Well, aside from that little fiasco, I’m rather relaxed.”

“That’s good to hear,” He replied. “But I was hoping to work out some tension myself.

Nightstalker had a small mischievous grin on her face as she walked closer to him and reached up stroking his chest. “Perhaps we should do something about that then,”

“Yes, perhaps we should,” Purred Predaking. “Do you have something in mind?”

Her green eyes glinted as she playfully groped his panel. “Any ideas coming to mind?”

“A lot of ideas.” He growled lustfully, his yellow optics darkening with growing desire.

Nightstalker gave a startled shriek that turned into a laugh as Predaking picked her up and slung her over his shoulder before hauling ass towards his quarters where they would not come out for hours….

X   X    X

AMB (Autobot Mountain Base) – Dawn

Ratchet took a sip from his cube as he watched the computers for well… anything… Weeks had gone by since Smokescreen’s death and Wheeljack’s capture and the morale had slowly decreased, everyone was afraid that they would not find Wheeljack, not alive at least.

Optimus was doing his best to keep morale up for not only Arcee’s sake but for the others as well.

The blue two-wheeler was not taking the situation well, she had lost far too many people close to her and it was taking its toll. First Tailgate, then Cliffjumper and Smokescreen, and now maybe even Wheeljack.

Bulkhead was not fairing any better, Wheeljack had been his long time friend and with him gone, the base seemed empty and too quite even with Miko and the kids there.

A small steady beeping soon caught Ratchet’s attention as he dozed in his chair, he gave a small snort as he woke. His eyes narrowed before typing in a couple keys before his jaw dropped upon discovery.

“I brought you a fresh cube,” Ironhide announced as he walked in. “Anything new to report?”

He paused when he saw his mates’ stunned look. “What?”

“It’s Wheeljack’s life signal!”

Ironhide nearly dropped the cube. “Are you serious?”

“Look at the readings!”

Ironhide peered at the screen and his eyes widened before shouting. “Prime, we found him!”

Optimus’ head snapped up, eyes wide with shock and relief. “Ratchet, activate the ground bridge, now!” There was a sharp click as his battle mask snapped into place.

Ironhide hurried over to stand next to Prime, there was no way he was going to miss out on his rescue. Magnus clearly had the same idea as the Commander stood beside him a moment later, a determined look in his eyes.

The second the ground bridge opened, Optimus charged forward with Magnus and Ironhide at his heels, all had their weapons locked and loaded just incase it was a Decepticon trap.

X                                                               X                                                    X

Prime all but exploded from the portal, his weapons hot and ready to fire at anyone foolish enough to get in his way. As he stepped out of the portal, Ironhide emerged and scanned their surroundings for any sign of hostiles.

“No hostiles detected, Prime.” Ironhide said, trying not to sound disappointed.

Magnus looked around and paused when he realized where they were, he caught Optimus’ eyes, he knew it as well. This was where he and Wheeljack had fought Predaking, after they had killed the clones… innocent beings to save the humans of this planet, where he had lost his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment; he could still feel the heat from Wheeljack’s grenade and Predaking’s unbelieving expression as horrible realization dawned on him.

“What have you done to my brethren? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?”

His clawed hand twitched when he remembered the dragon's enraged roar as he attacked.

He pushed those memories aside before heading for the tunnel that he and Wheeljack had used to escape the coming explosion. He glanced at Optimus again; he could tell that the Prime was not looking forward to what could possibly be on the other side. He caught Optimus’ eye for a second and gave him a small nod. Optimus’ eyes darkened for a moment before moving on ahead.

They paused when the tunnel gave into an open area, one could not consider it an open area exactly, part of the laboratory had collapsed, there were rocks, and Primus knows what littering the floor.

“Someone really trashed this place.” Ironhide commented, glancing around at the ruined and scorched equipment.

Magnus’ spark twisted painfully in his chest but he remained silent as he gazed around at what he and Wheeljack had caused.

“It doesn’t matter, let’s find Wheeljack.” Optimus replied almost coldly.

Ironhide looked at his companions, wondering what had happened in this room. He guessed it must have been awful to upset the two of them.

Magnus continued to say nothing as he walked past Ironhide; he had no desire to stay here any longer then he had to.

With an inward shrug, Ironhide dismissed the matter from his mind before following the blue and white Commander.

Optimus paused for a moment when he came across some charred remains; he closed his optics and shook his head. Yes, they had been Predacons but they had still been innocent casualties, guiltless of any crimes.

“Primus…” Ironhide breathed, seeing the remains as well. The last time he had seen so many bodies had been during the worse and darkest part of the war on Cybertron.

A pained groan caught their attention, they quickly located the source and found a blood and grime covered mech resting against a burnt and mangled computer panel.

Optimus nearly fell to his knees in relief to see that he was alive. He wanted to approach him, but he feared that he would do more harm then good, he needed to get is roaring emotions under control first.

After getting a small nod from Prime, Ironhide cautiously approached the injured mech; he kept his guard up, knowing that if he approached too quickly the wounded party, regardless of the damage, would attack him.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Wheeljack reacted on pure instinct; he whipped out his now working blaster and pointed it at whoever was approaching. Thanks to his busted eye, he could not see properly and any unexpected noises made him edgy and trigger-happy.

“Easy soldier,” Ironhide said softly. “I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Ironhide, I am an Autobot, Optimus and Ultra Magnus are here as well. We’ve come to take you home.”

The weapon hovered for a moment before Wheeljack lowered his arm and gave a pained raspy chuckle. “Ironhide, huh? Last I heard you were dead, along with massive battalion of dead Cons.”  

Ironhide managed a small chuckle of his own. “Why, just because I was ambushed by a horde of Cons lead by Demolisher and all I had on me was a half depleted blaster? It’ll take more then some Decepticon punks to take me out.”

Wheeljack gave another pained chuckle and wiped blood from his lips. “Guess I shouldn’t listen to rumors.”

Finally getting control of his emotions, Optimus called for a bridge.

When the portal exploded into life, Ironhide gingerly picked up the Wrecker all the while being careful not to aggravate his wounds.

[Make sure the med bay is ready, Ratchet. He’s pretty banged up.]

[The med bays been ready for weeks.] Ratchet replied.

X  X  X

Ratchet put his emotions aside and let the medic side of him take over as Ironhide came in into the med bay with Wheeljack in his arms; the Wrecker had lost consciousness only moments ago. He would still sedate him, mainly to ease his pain and so he wouldn’t wake up while he was being repaired.

After laying Wheeljack down on the medical berth, Ironhide stepped back knowing better then to hover when Ratchet focused on a task. He left the med bay and noticed Optimus leaning against the wall, looking worried.

“You alright there, Prime?”

Optimus blinked and looked up. “I’m alright, Ironhide. I had just been informing Arcee that Wheeljack is back. However, she won’t come to the med bay until he’s out of danger.”

Ironhide raised an eyebrow as he quickly derived a conclusion. “Didn’t know you had a three way bond, when did that happen?”

Optimus managed a small smile despite the situation. “When Wheeljack first arrived on Earth, he started flirting with Arcee; he wasn’t at all deterred when he learned that she was already bonded to another.”

“Not even when he learned said bond mate was you?”

“In some ways, Wheeljack is like you. Only shorter” Prime stated.

Ironhide smirked. “I’ll take that as a complement then.”

“Yes, I figured you would,” Optimus chuckled. “Though the story of how our three way bond came to be is a rather long tale.”

“I’m not going any way and we’ve got nothing but time.”

X   X   X

Arcee couldn’t believe what had happened, the Cons had destroyed their base in Jasper and on top of that, she couldn’t feel Optimus’ presents over the bond! She didn’t know what that meant and she couldn’t wrap her head around it.

“How are you doing over there?” Wheeljack asked. “It’s starting to get dark, maybe we should find a truck stop to rest for tonight, and let junior here stretch his legs.”

He was referring to Jack who was currently dozing in the back seat; he had agreed to let the kid drive with him so Arcee could gather her thoughts in peace.

“We have to keep moving so the Cons don’t get a lock on us again.” Arcee replied, trying to hide how tired she was.

Wheeljack sighed and mentally rolled his optics. “Look, I didn’t want to say anything, but
I’m exhausted. I’d like to rest before I fall into stasis lock.” He lied to give her a way out that wouldn’t hurt her pride.

After a moment, Arcee huffed then replied, clearly annoyed. “Fine, but we’re not stay at a truck stop, it’s too open.”

“That’s fine, what would you suggest?”

Arcee said nothing but she soon drove off the main road and onto a dirt road, he followed suit, wondering where she was taking them. He soon got his answer when they arrived at the mouth of a cave.

“This works,” Wheeljack commented, turning off his engine then lightly nudged Jack with the passenger seat. “Up and at ‘em, kid.”

Jack mumbled something that Wheeljack didn’t catch but opened the car door when he unbuckled his seat belt and stepped out, letting the white mech to transform and stretch before following Arcee inside the cave.

Jack took out a flash light and turned it on, there was plenty of room for the three of them and if he listened hard enough he could hear the steady dripping of water. If he was lucky, he might be able to find an under ground spring and get something to drink.

“Sounds like there could be fresh water for ya, chief. Why don’t you go see if you can find it?” Wheeljack suggested.

“Stay close though.” Arcee added, giving Wheeljack a smoldering look over her shoulder.

“I will don’t worry, got my survival kit and everything.” Jack replied before heading deeper into the cave to explore.

Arcee lightly scratched the wall of the cave and checked the mineral deposit in her hand before stating. “The minerals in the rock should scramble our signal. I’ll take first watch.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Wheeljack commented. “I’ll take first watch.”

Arcee glared at him again before saying. “Do what you want.”
“Usually do.” He grinned.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes, she wasn’t in the mood for this.

Wheeljack’s gaze softened and he touched her shoulder. “Hey, we’ll get him back. Prime’s touch, he’ll be alright.”

“You don’t know that! The base was destroyed while he was still inside!” Arcee all but shouted.

“If he was dead, you would already have felt him pass.” He stated firmly.

“That’s the thing! I didn’t feel him pass, yet I can’t feel him over the bond and I don’t know why!”

“Maybe he’s unconscious or he found way to shield his signal so the Cons couldn’t find him and it’s blocking the bond as well.” Wheeljack offered.

“It doesn’t work that way! Even with his signal shielded I’d still be able to sense him!” She was close hysterics by this point.

Seeing how close Arcee was to completely losing it, Wheeljack did the only thing she could think of to snap her out of it. He grabbed her, pulled her close and kissed her.

Arcee froze from the kiss; she grabbed his arms but not to push him away more to steady herself before kissing him back.

Wheeljack could feel her starting to relax as he softened the kiss, making it gently and earning a soft mewl from her as her arms moved to rest behind his neck. He rested his back against the wall of the cave so he constraint on the kiss and the beautiful femme pressing against him.

Unable to help himself, he reached down and gently patted her pert aft.

She gave a muffled squeak and pulled away, giving a small panting smile, her cheeks flushed.

“Feeling any better, beautiful?” He asked.

She kissed him again, putting all her need and growing desire into it.

I’ll take that as a yes. He thought as his hands started to explore her lithe frame.

The kiss slowly became more heated and neither remembered how they ended up on the floor of the cave but nor did they care; they both needed and wanted this.

Pleasure shot through Arcee as Wheeljack surged into her, filling her completely, she didn’t remember removing her armor or even Wheeljack’s for that matter but here they were, naked and vulnerable as they made love, moaning and mewling in ecstasy, becoming lost in each other and not carrying about later consequences all that mattered was here and now…

X   X   X

“I never held it against either of them, I understand why it happened and it was Wheeljack who suggested a three way bond,” Optimus said. “Once Arcee and I renewed our bond of course.”

“I see, if I had done something like that, Ratchet would probably have throttled me.” Ironhide replied.

Optimus chuckled softly. “He would have done that, but he also would have understood why.”

The black plated Autobot smiled softly. “He would be furious for a time but he knows that my spark will always belong to him.”

Optimus’ optics twinkled but the sound of the med bay doors opening drew their attention as Ratchet stepped out. The Prime could tell just by looking at him, that Ratchet was exhausted.

“How is he?” Ironhide asked.

“He’s holding on, he’ll be blind in one eye though.”

Ironhide’s jaw clinched and he glanced at Optimus; the large Autobot had a distant look in his eyes. He was most likely reporting what Ratchet had just told them via the bond.

Ironhide walked closer to his mate, concern in his blue gaze. [How you holding up?]

[I’ll be all right, Ironhide.]
Ratchet replied with a small tired smile before resting his head on his mate’s shoulder and briefly closed his eyes.

[Do you want me to get you some energon?]

Ratchet smiled a little. [I would like that.]

Ironhide nuzzled him before heading off, leaving Optimus and Ratchet alone with each other, but that did not last long as Arcee soon joined them.

Optimus smiled tenderly at her before putting his arms around her. “He’s going to be fine.”

Arcee gently but firmly pushed him away then looked at Ratchet. “I want to see him.”

“He’s not ready for-“

“I want to see him.” Arcee repeated more firmly, optics flashing.

She looked ready to storm past him but Optimus cut in and asked calmly. “Will it be alright if we stay quiet?”

Ratchet paused, gave a quiet nod, and stepped aside.

“Thank you, Ratchet.” Optimus said before putting an arm around Arcee’s shoulders as they walked into the med bay together.

Arcee paused mid step when she caught sighed of Wheeljack’s prone form lying on the medical berth, her eyes darkened as thoughts of revenge crossed her mind. However, she pushed them away; she felt too emotionally drained for such thoughts right now.

Optimus frowned slightly when he saw his mate; Ratchet had done a great job cleaning him up, but with the blood and grime covering him, his wounds were clear to see. Most would heal, but the nasty one on the side of his face would forever leave him blind in that eye.

Arcee quietly walked over, pulled up a chair, and sat down beside the medical berth before gently laying her hand on Wheeljack’s almost lifeless one.

Optimus watched them for a moment before pulling up a chair and sitting next to the two-wheeler, he put an arm around her filling the bond with love and comfort as they sat there in their silent vigil… one supporting the other…
TFP: Last of the Predacons Ch. 15
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