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Losing Control
Chapter 13
Coming Together

Decepticon Base

“The device is in place and is activated.” Hook declared nervously over the comm. to his leader.

On the Nemesis bridge Megatron gave a curt nod. “Understood Hook, keep me informed.”

Starscream glowered suspiciously. “What device? Where is Thundercracker? He should have left the repair bay by now.”

Megatron kept his gaze on the console before him as the bridge began filling with his mechs.

“Megatron?” Starscream took another bold step forward. “I have done everything you asked. Have a right to know what you’re doing with my Trine mate.”

Megatron held up his hand as he finished compiling a data file. Turning to his SIC, Megatron’s optics glinted dangerously. “In due time Starscream.” He stepped down towards Soundwave who was standing silently to one side. “Thundercracker will be joining us shortly.”

Starscream scowled at his leader’s back.

“Soundwave take this data stream, you’ll find it to be the recording of our two wayward guests. Makes sure to broadcast it on all frequencies on a continuous loop.” Megatron turned back to Starscream, a sly smile forming on his features. “Make sure the Autobots know exactly who not to trust.”

“Acknowledged Lord Megatron. Inquiry: Plan of attack?”

Megatron paced across the bridge, the ‘cons parting for him as he took his seat. They looked towards him expectantly.

“Decepticons.” Megatron held each of their gazes triumphantly and rose to his feet. “Decepticons today we turn the tide of this war, today we use against the Autobots their very own mechs.” He smiled widely. “I have already sown the seed of mistrust within their ranks, today we break them apart.”

Megatron paused as the bridge erupted in cheers and hollers of praise. He held up his hand patiently. “For our success to be secured, this is what we must do.”

****

Thundercracker fidgeted on the berth. His spark pulsed and throbbed irregularly as the device Hook had positioned next to it began to heat uncomfortably. He growled as a sharp stab of pain filled his chest.

Hook peered over his exposed chamber. “How do you feel?”

“It hurts.” He winced. “What the frag is this?”

“It’s using the link, there is currently an excess of energy flowing through the bond. We Constructicons designed it ourselves.”

“Yeah well that’s just peachy.” Thundercracker growled impatiently. “But what is it doing why the slag won’t Megatron tell me?”

Hook poked a screwdriver into the device, resulting in Thundercracker hissing in pain. “He didn’t want to fill your processor with undue concern.” Hook replied blandly.

“Like slag!” Thundercracker snarled. “Megatron would first see my spark torn from my chest before he showed aaahhh…any kind of empathy for well my well being.”

“Maybe so.” Hook turned away to study the adjacent console. “But when he wishes you to know, you will know.”

Thundercracker shuttered his optics as the ache in his spark grew stronger. He had a bad feeling about this. His spark pulsed harder in its chamber, a now more steady four beat rhythm that seemed to grow with intensity. “Whoa… what’s happening to me?”

Thundercracker’s optics snapped open and rolled around the repair bay unable to focus.

“What does it feel like?”

The jet gasped and bucked sharply. “Like a swelling… in my chest… growing.” His optics rolled back as a heavy groan escaped his vocaliser. “Feels warm… good…”

A strange look crossed Thundercracker’s face. “Powerful.” He growled. “I feel powerful.”

Hook frowned as the readings on the screen shot into red line and the seeker’s scream cut through the air. “Oh frag it all to the pits!” He leaned over Thundercracker, desperately trying to remove the device. He yelped as a sharp talon gripped his wrist tightly.

Thundercracker glared at him darkly. “Don’t touch it.”

Hook’s air intakes hitched sharply as the seeker tightened his grip causing delicate cables to snap.

“I can feel him now… the Autobot… his spark, his energy, it’s strong!” Thundercracker’s optics widened as he sucked in air to cool his overworked systems. “It’s mine… ooohh… his spark energy it’s filling the bond… it’s mine… his life belongs to me… Aaaarrggghhhh NOOOO!!!”

“What? What is it?!”

Thundercracker thrashed on the berth sending Hook stumbling back. “Something’s wrong. Arrgghhh!! Get it out!”

//Hook to Megatron, something’s not right with the device. I think they know what we’re trying to do, the Autobots know!//

//Calm down I’ll be there shortly.//

Hook stared in horror as Thundercracker arched his back cleanly off the berth, painfully. His joints all locked out at impossible angles, his whole body was rigid and he shook violently. Hook’s jaw dropped open as crackling energy began arcing from his chest cavity, he could hear the increasing pace of the seeker’s spark pulse.

“GET IT OOUUUTT!!”

****

On the bridge of the Nemesis both Starscream and Skywarp suddenly clawed at their chests and howled, startling the other ‘cons as they dropped to their knees.

Megatron swung round, halting his exit, his optics narrowed. “Fetch them both to the repair bay immediately.” He snarled. “The rest of you, prepare for battle.” He led the way from the bridge, leaving the ‘cons murmuring after him in hushed disquiet.

****

Autobot Base

Prowl slammed painfully into consciousness, his optics opened wide as light engulfed his senses. He was on a solid surface, a voice, a familiar voice was shouting over him. He blinked through the blurry haze caused by the excruciating pain in his chest. His spark pulse felt hard, slow growing weaker. He heard screaming, so much screaming, someone whose voice he knew well, begging to be off-lined.

Ratchet’s voice cut through the chaos. Prowl focused on the vague image of the medic leaning over him, barking orders at another. He tried to speak but the pain blinded his senses. He saw his own hand reaching out and grabbing hold of Ratchet. Piercing blue optics met his own, Prowl saw fear looking back at him.

Another wave of agony soared through his chest, whiting out his sensor net, he felt as though his spark was exploding in its chamber.

“First Aid grab that line, secure it quick!”
“Doc he’s fading, you’ve gotta do something!”

“I AM doing something! Now get out of my fraggin’ way!”

Prowl felt something slip from his hand, he turned his head, everything seemed to slow down, he narrowed his optics as his vision faded in and out. He saw that familiar black helm, that blue visor. “Ja…Jazz -- help me… the pain… stop the pain… please.”

He could hear his own rasping voice pleading as he watched Jazz’s hand cover his mouth, his visor dimming with emotion.

“Frag it to the pits, we’re losing him. I can’t stop the drain!” Ratchet’s voice trickled back into his audio.

“Can we stabilise him?” A softer more frantic voice, First Aid.

Another rush of pain hit him hard. He cried out and frantically tried to leave the berth to escape the pain.

“Slag it Prowl! C’mon stay with me! Don’t just stand there, help me restrain him, he’s going to tear the in feed line.”

“We’ve started the influx Ratchet, energon is flowing into his spark chamber, it’s strengthening!”

“Yes but is it holding?”

“I… I can’t tell.”

“Frag it to the pits of Unicron, his spark’s still fading! We have to break the bond!”

“Doc that could kill him!” Jazz exclaimed through the commotion.

Prowl gasped through the pain, he reached out desperately, his phenomenal self control; non-existent, obsolete. “Please… no more… Ra-Ratchet.” He felt a sob escape his vocaliser.

A strong hand grasped his own, squeezing it. “Prowl focus on my voice, focus on me!” Ratchet’s worried face filled his vision. “I need you to respond, we need to break the bond with the ‘cons. Nod if you can understand me.”

Prowl let out a whimper mustering all his strength to move his head.

“Good, to do this I need to create another bond or the shock will kill you.”

Prowl grimaced and moaned as a dull cold ache washed over him.

“The pain suppressant is in his system.” First Aid chipped in.

Ratchet nodded before turning back to Prowl. “Prowl you need to fully spark merge with someone.”

Prowl fixed his dimming optics on Ratchet. His processor wildly trying to compute the information being thrown at him. “Only… wa—way?”

The medic nodded and squeezed his hand once more. “It’s the only way, I’m sorry.”

Prowl writhed against the uncomfortable deep cold suppressing the pain in his chest.

“You need to choose Prowl.” Ratchet insisted.

Prowl off-lined his optics, racking his cortex for an answer, another solution, anything. How could he choose? A spark merge was the ultimate promise to another, he wasn’t ready for that, was he? Could he, did he love him, could he love him enough to not cause further spark ache?

“Prowl speak to me.” Ratchet’s voice called him back to his senses.

“Pri—Prime.”

Ratchet nodded as Prowl turned away. “Get him here now.”

Ratchet’s order sounded distant, faint. Prowl blinked across to where Jazz was still standing. He saw pain in Jazz’s visor, the mech visibly slumped against the wall. Prowl tried to speak to him, reach out to him. He had caused the pain he now saw in Jazz’s face. His vision began to fade once more. He reached out one last time to his friend, the one who he’d once loved more than any other, he wanted so badly to tell him, to show him that it wasn’t because that feeling was no longer within him.

He still felt for Jazz, deeply but to spark bond with so much resentment built up over the stellar cycles, so much hurt still left unsaid, a spark merge between them with those kind of doubts would be dangerous for them both, even painful.

He needed to tell him. “Jazz!” Prowl’s voice sounded strange to him, he felt sluggish, hazy. The med-bay went dark as he slipped into unconsciousness. A warm pressure squeezed his out-stretched hand affectionately.

“Stay with him. I need to speak to Optimus.”

Prowl heard the voices, far away in his cortex.

“S’alright Doc couldn’t drag me away from him.”

Another squeeze of his hand and soft whispering in his audio. “Doesn’t matter who you chose Prowler… I’m not leavin’ yer side. I promised you… I’m here, but you gotta live Prowl. Fight it… stay with us… please live.”

****

Optimus sank down into the main chair at the centre of the Ark’s bridge. Ratchet’s emergency comm. had been close to frantic. Prowl was dying, a new bond needed to be formed as soon as possible.

Optimus rubbed his optics wearily. Prowl had asked for him, had chosen him. He felt his spark flutter in his chest at the thought. This was a giant leap into the unknown. He cared deeply for Prowl, it had taken a near tragedy for him to realise that, but to spark merge? There was no longer any way of knowing whether Prowl would have still chosen him, had he been given a fair chance. Optimus sighed, another tragedy forcing them together.

Prime stood, he needed him now and if it meant entering into a life bond to save his second’s life then so be it.

“Ironhide I’ll be in the med-bay. Contact me or Ratchet if Teletraan monitors any changes in the Decepticon activities.”

“Understood Prime.”

Optimus made to leave. The smaller red mech caught his arm. “Optimus are ya sure you’re doin’ the right thing? I mean we’re at war, to have our leader bondin’ at the risk of his own spark…”

Optimus turned his optics narrowed in a hidden, sad smile. “Old friend, would you do any different for the one who holds your spark?”

A glimmer of regret, something flashed across Ironhide’s optics and he released his leader’s arm, nodding once. “Good luck. Keep ya afts online, we need ya.”

Optimus patted Ironhide’s shoulder. “I intend to.”

****

Optimus took in everything Ratchet told him about the situation, it was far more grim than he’d realised.

“There’s a 63% chance this won’t work, we could lose you both.”

Ratchet’s words repeated in his audio as he approached Prowl’s berth. He glanced sadly at Jazz, who had slumped over Prowl’s unconscious frame in recharge. His optics widened as he noticed their interlinked fingers. Was he doing the right thing?

“You ready?”

Optimus gave a curt nod to his medic. First Aid gently roused Jazz who cast an unreadable glance at his leader before dipping his helm sadly, allowing himself to be guided into Ratchet’s office.

“I have to note, that you doing this goes against my professional recommendations, as leader you’re too val-”
“Ratchet I appreciate your concern but you can’t place the value of another mech over another.”

“In dire situations Prime, with all due respect but yes I can and have.” Ratchet sighed and shook his head. “And as our leader, you are far more valuable to the Autobots, to Cybertron than any one mech and you know it. You shouldn’t be risking your life this way.”

Optimus shrank back a little as the full force of Ratchet’s formidable ire bore down on him.

“As your CMO I have to go on record to say this is a pretty irresponsible thing you’re doing, especially knowing the risks. Frag it Optimus even Prowl, if he was in complete control of his faculties, would be telling you the same thing!

“Ratchet please, now isn’t exactly the time.”

“Right now is EXACTLY the time!” Ratchet glared at him intently. “Someone has to at least try and talk sense into you. Optimus you’re my friend as well as Prime, at least admit it to yourself that you’re not doing this out of some twisted sense of nobility.”

“All mechs under my command are my responsibility Ratchet. I have the power to save Prowl, how is that shirking my responsibilities as a leader?”

Ratchet huffed loudly. “It’d take the force of Primus to make you admit you’re doing this as much for yourself as you are for him, wouldn’t it?”

Optimus had the decency to bow his head at the abrasive comment. “Is that so wrong Ratchet?”

The medic’s glare softened. “No, but it’s not healthy. You’re about to be spark bonded Optimus; you won’t be able to hide behind duty and your altruistic sense of honour. Not this time.”

A quiet few seconds passed between them. Optimus couldn’t meet Ratchet’s gaze, he knew he was right. He rested his optics on his soon to be spark mate and sighed. “It’s difficult.”

“I beg your pardon?” Optimus had spoken so softly that Ratchet thought he hadn’t for a moment until his azure optics met his own. “Being Prime, it’s difficult and very lonely.”

Despite the circumstances Ratchet gave a short laugh. “Picked a hell of a time to get nostalgic haven’t you?”

Optimus smiled behind his face mask glancing back down at Prowl. “I had help.” He looked up to his medic, his face filled with renewed determination. “I want to do this Ratchet, I need to do this and yes I admit, a lot of my reasons are purely selfish.”

Ratchet listened as Optimus held his gaze.

“I can’t lose him; I nearly did once… not this time. I’m doing this as Optimus not as Prime.”

Ratchet dropped his gaze. “I understand I do… I would be neglecting my responsibility as your friend if I didn’t voice my concerns in this matter.”

“Thank you Ratchet you have to know your concern means a lot.”

Ratchet’s gruff demeanour returned in an instant. “Right well if you’re insisting on going ahead with this pit slaggin’ idea then for this to work you both have to be willing, I’m going to have to wake him and I warn you, when you merge you’re going to feel his pain.”

“I understand.”

Optimus gazed fondly down at Prowl as he stirred into consciousness, he buried his doubts and fears and instead took hold of his hand and ran his fingers lightly over Prowl’s knuckles.

Prowl looked up at him, his intakes shallow. “Ratchet… told you?”

“He did.”

“I… I’m sorry… you don’t have to…do…”

Optimus leaned closer and brushed his free hand down Prowl’s cheek, across his lips. “I’m doing this. I want to.”

Prowl managed a weak smile.

“Are you both ready?” Ratchet came closer, his tone uncharacteristically soft.

Optimus held Prowl’s gaze. “We’re ready.”

“I’ll monitor your situation from just that console.” He pointed behind him. “My back will be turned. You will have as much privacy as I’m willing to give you.”

“Thank you Ratchet, it’ll do fine.”

Prowl’s hand trembled in Optimus’s palm.

“Hey, don’t worry.”

“Ner… nervous. Only small percentage of… success.”

Optimus gave a small laugh. “Me too.” Taking a couple of deep intakes, Optimus lay down carefully on the berth, lying beside his second. Retracting his face mask, he dropped his head lower and pressed a tender, comforting kiss onto Prowl’s mouth.

He smiled as Prowl arched gently into him, his trembling fingers tracing lines over sensitive seams in his frame as he pushed back, deepening the kiss.

Optimus reluctantly pulled back, retracting his chest plates. Prowl gasped as he was suddenly bathed in the warm pulse of his leader’s strong spark. He nodded softly as Optimus searched his optics once more.

Slowly Optimus brought his massive frame flush with Prowl’s, pressing their chests together. Their sparks reached out, needy for contact.

Energy arced out in tendrils, entwining around each other as the sparks began to join. Both mechs gasped and groaned as the sparks touched and throbbed, swelling as they engulfed the other. They glowed brighter, heat searing through them as their sparks fully merged and pulsed in time, swelling together.

Prime threw his head back with a holler as he felt Prowl’s pain and anguish assaulting his sensor net. It stabbed into his spark, wiping away any pleasure he felt from the merge. His yell soon turned into a roar of agony as Prowl convulsed violently in his arms his spark pulsing out of time with his own.

“No!” Ratchet yelled angrily.

First Aid raced out of the office. “That shouldn’t be happening!” His optics stared at the sight of the two bonded sparks throbbing erratically, tendrils arcing across their frames, licking across their circuits shorting out their sensor nets as both mechs succumbed to the strain.

“Don’t you think I slaggin’ know that?! What am I a glitch?!” Ratchet snarled in frustration. “The bond isn’t working. FRAG! It’s draining them both.” His optics shot round to stare at the two twitching mechs on the berth. “They can’t separate.” He cast a look of panic at First Aid, a look that filled his assistant’s spark with a cold dread.

“They’re both dying. I don’t know what to do.”

“Let me help.”

“What?”

Jazz stepped out of the office with determination. “You can’t break his bond because he’s bonded to a seeker.”

“So?”

“So think about, seeker’s are connected they’re joined to each other. He’s bonded to a trine link. A standard spark merge with one mech isn’t going to be enough to break him from it.”

Ratchet stared at him incredulously for a couple of seconds before snapping into action. “We need another spark.”

Jazz snapped his fingers. “Yer got it in one.”

Ratchet frowned and pointed a hard finger at Jazz. “Jazz if either one of them reject you, you will all die.”

Jazz nodded solemnly, he hadn’t really thought that far ahead. “I know.” He knew Prowl would accept him, probably, he hoped but Prime? “Yer have to try.”
“Alright ‘Aid help me position them on the berth.”

Jazz climbed onto the berth and couldn’t help but suck in a sharp intake in awe at the beautiful sight of the two pulsing, throbbing sparks before him. His hand reached out tentatively towards the arcs of energy lacing from the merged sparks.

“Now Jazz we’re out of time.”

Jazz positioned himself between the two mechs, hovering over the bond. “Primus please let this work.” He whispered as he cracked open his chest. He moaned as his own spark reached out hungrily, the glow and heat from the other two sparks was intoxicating, pulling him deep into the bond.

He cried out sharply as his cortex was filled with both mechs’ memories, feelings, pain. It was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced, he soon lost himself in the growing energy field, his circuits tingling throughout his body with excess energy. He fell deeper as his spark joined theirs, he whimpered as he felt the connection, the surprise and the understanding as the three mechs found each other through the bond one accepting another wary.

Then the pain hit, blinding him. He heard himself scream before something warm, safe pulled him back. The merge was working, he could feel it. Heat and overwhelming pleasure flooded his sensor net, all three mechs overloaded as energy burst in waves over their sparks, coarsing through their circuits.

He collapsed onto the berth between his two unconscious bond mates, his satiated spark withdrawing back into his chest. Jazz felt them with him, confusion, comfort drifting through him as he lost his grip on consciousness. It had worked, he’d saved them. They were now bonded, all three of them. Together.

A cold surge of unease and doubt surged through him as he realised what he’d done.

Ratchet and First Aid gently separated the three mechs.

“Optimus and Prowl won’t know Jazz has bonded with them, will they?”

Ratchet looked between the three mechs, his three friends. “Oh they know. They have a long way to go to figuring this out between them.” He quirked an orbital ridge at his assistant. “I for one don’t envy them.”

He turned back to the console heaving a sigh of relief as the monitor displayed three sets of strong, stable, signals.

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