Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Shattered Glass - Perdition	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers and make no money on this.

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Solar Cycle – 1 day

Cycle – 1 hour

Stellar Cycle – 1 year

Astrosecond – 1 second

Deca-cycle – 2 weeks

SG Earth

First Aid had worked diligently on Prowl, despite Sunstreaker's misgivings First Aid was a good medic, even if he was dispassionate and cold. A little like someone else he knew. His optics drifted to Prowl, he was a little shaken to see the SIC in such bad shape. The alternate Prowl really had worked a number on him. He let out a deep intake, realizing he much preferred Prowl online and reprimanding him rather than lying half dead in an enemy's med bay in some Primus forsaken universe. He felt Mirage's hand on his shoulder.

"He's got a strong spark and for all his failings First Aid is a perfectionist, he can't abide having patients offline on him."

Sunstreaker nodded, his optics remaining watchful over the only true ally he was absolutely certain wouldn't shoot him in the back. He just hoped Bumblebee really had gotten out ok. He looked around the med bay, it was almost identical to the one they had back on the Ark except that had Ratchet's own personal charm as opposed for the stark grey clinical feel of the one they were currently held in. He noticed the trine had fallen into a listless recharge due to their injuries and the countless cycles they had been confined to the med bay.

Sunstreaker jumped up suddenly startling the guards. He raised his hands in a show of surrender as he backed up towards Prowl's berth.

"Unngghh." Prowl groaned, his optics flickering online.

Sunstreaker grinned. "I knew you were too stubborn to offline."

Prowl glanced up at him, frowning. "What happened?"

Mirage and Sunstreaker helped him to a sitting position while he eyed Mirage suspiciously. "Mirage I presume?"

"Is it that obvious?" The large 'bot smirked.

"There's no mistaking you in any verse." Sunstreaker elbowed him lightly his optics catching the wary look on Prowl's face. "It's alright Prowl, he helped us escape. He's one of the good guys."

Mirage nodded in agreement. "I'm a spy for the Decepticons, have been for some time."

"The good guys?" Prowl raised an optic ridge at Sunstreaker who shrugged.

"Don't look at me it gives me processor ache just thinking about it." He hoisted himself up onto one of the free berths for lack of anything better to do.

Prowl cast a worried glance over at the seekers. Starscream and Skywarp were huddled in the corner, Skywarp resting his head in Starscream's lap as the two twitched slightly in recharge. He watched with narrowed optics as First Aid worked on Thundercracker in silence at the other side of the room.

"How long have we been here?" He asked quietly, his processor already trying to formulate potential escape plans.

"Too fraggin' long." Sunstreaker muttered the boredom and the silence getting to him.

"At least two solar cycles." Mirage cut in. "We're to be taken to Prime."

"Prime? As in Optimus Prime?"

"'Fraid so."

"Dare I ask what he's like here?"

Mirage's optics flickered slightly. "Well some say he knows a dark secret that drove him insane."

Prowl quirked an optic ridge at the spy.

"Others say he's bored as there's not much left to conquer. Either way he has a reputation for being one of the scariest 'bots you could ever meet. He's smart too that's how he's stayed in power for so long and believe me there have been many attempts on his life. All of them were made examples of. There's still plenty of 'bots and 'cons who would gladly see him off lined, but everyone is too fearful of succeeding. I don't think the Autobots would know what to do if they suddenly lost their leader, wouldn't be pretty I can tell you." He drifted off, lost in his own thoughts.

Prowl uttered a soft noise, akin to human's clearing their throats to capture his attention. "You're saying they would fall into chaos?"

"Mmhmm, fortunately there's only one other 'bot I know of who could pull it off but… his reputation is almost scarier than Prime's. He's the sort of 'bot you'd tell horror stories about to younglings to get them to behave." Mirage laughed bitterly.

"Who?"

"You've already met him, his illustrious and psychopathic second in command."

"You said fortunately?"

"Oh yeah, if Prime was assassinated the war would degrade into a massacre. The Decepticons would be wiped out Prowl has no regard for who dies as long as Cybertron remains glorious and power ultimately under his control, he would be preferable to Prime in many ways, there would be no war for one. He's far too efficient to be wasting precious resources on war. He'd wipe out any and all opposition. I dare say he'd be nigh untouchable if he ever took Prime's place." Mirage spoke almost with a certain awe to his tone. "Only problem is, he's insane. The 'bots here have grown so apathetic they need entertainment, cruelty is their drug, he provides it. Worse than the Quintessons, before they were enslaved." Mirage shook his head sadly; dropping his gaze to the floor as he remembered the countless atrocities the Autobots had committed just to maintain their level of power.

Prowl's jaw fell slack as he listened intently, the alternate Prowl had seemed many things, he'd yet to witness insane. If anything there was an odd feeling of admiration within Prowl for his counterpart. His ability to maintain control over his superior battle computer and raging emotions was, for Prowl, nothing short of impressive, he'd even be loathed to admit being envious.

Mirage drew closer as he watched Prowl carefully. "I know what you're thinking."

Prowl's head snapped up from his musings to stare at him. Mirage stole a quick look towards Sunstreaker who'd resigned himself to recharging on a berth, before he drew closer to Prowl. "Don't let him fool you, that 'bot can drive the most level headed mech over the edge. He is very dangerous Prowl, they all are. He in particular, never fails when he sets out to do something. You have to resist him, I have no doubt he'll show a particular interest in you and probably try to tempt you into joining him, if he hasn't already." Mirage's optics filled with regret.

"I've had to watch many a good spark go to the pits because of Prowl. Promise me you won't trust him, or any of them, especially him and Prime. Promise me!" He grabbed hold of Prowl's arm tightly.

Prowl winced at the painful grip and nodded sharply, slightly stunned. "I promise." He breathed.

Mirage nodded once his palm crossing Prowl's squeezing it gently. Prowl frowned at the contact, his optics widening as he glanced at his hand. His fingers closed tightly around the data track. He looked up at Mirage, the unspoken message clear in Mirage's optics.

The guards at the door twitched uneasily as their comms. buzzed. Mirage scowled as they suddenly left the room.

"That can't be good." He muttered.

"What's going on?" Starscream's distinct vocals cut through the tension as he got to his feet gingerly.

Prowl shot him a concerned look, his optics drifting over Starscream's energon encrusted wounds. The seeker didn't miss a beat. "Don't go soft on me now Autobot." He quirked a humourless grin as Prowl frowned at him.

"I am merely concerned as to your injuries Starscream I do not favour the thought of potentially having to carry you should the opportunity arise for escape." Prowl's optic ridge was arched, his dry tone not lost on Starscream.

"Ha! I'll have you thinking like a Decepticon in no time. Tell me Prowl have you ever considered a change of management?" He smirked as Prowl chose to ignore his recruiting tactics.

"So I see your battle computer has been restored?"

"How did you…?"

Starscream held up his hand. "Please Prowl; don't insult my intelligence, your reputation for being a cold, emotionless computer precedes you."

"I'm flattered." Prowl responded blandly.

"You should be, very few things capture my interest."

Thundercracker groaned on his berth, First Aid had disappeared into his private office at the back of the med bay. His red optics flickered. "Slag it all to the pits."

"Thundercracker, it is a pleasure to see you too." Starscream leant over his trine mate.

"I thought it'd all been some crazy memory purge or a really bad dream." He rubbed his face as he sat up slowly.

"Someone's coming." Mirage hissed urgently. The mechs tensed; there was nothing they could do as First Aid had removed all of their weapons. Mirage drew away from the door as the brisk footsteps drew closer.
- 8
- 9
- 10
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Shattered Glass - Perdition