Optimus x Ratchet

Revenge

Disclaimer: the thing from before, I'm bad, first timer, okay? Hope y'all enjoy-
Warning: torture, trauma, gore, and a little sexual scene but not that major. If you don't want, then don't read.

Ratchet woke up alone in a cell, he had stasis cuffs with a long chain that connected to the wall behind him. He sat up with a small grunt, his helm ached as well as his chassis and sides he heard the door slide open and of course it had to be starscream that came in. "How are you feeling medic?" The seeker gave a wicked smile, ratchet didn't reply and only sat in silence. "Answer me!" He screeches but the medic still stayed silent, starscream growled, "the silent treatment i see. Oh how much i hate it when soundwave is like that." Starscream grabbed ratchet's chassis plate and brought them face to face, "i know how to make you talk. Just a little persuasion and-" he then clawed at his face, ratchet hissed but said nothing and only looked to the side. He knew the con would torture him but he was ready to endure through til his final vent.

Optimus only sat in silence as he listened to the children ramble their concerns for their favorite medic. "I'm gonna kick them in the tailpipe!" Miko shouts as she kicked the ground and crossed her arms, jack gave her some pats on her back, "we know but I'm sure ratchet will hold on. Right arcee?" The kids looked at her and she gave a nod to them, "ratchet's a strong, stubborn bot. I know he'll pull through until we find him." Arcee looked at optimus with concern, she noticed how deep in thought the bigger bot was. "Optimus? Are you alright?" That grabbed the prime's attention and he blinked as he looked at the femme and children, "oh, yes, arcee. I am fine, i was only thinking of how we should get ratchet back." The prime hid his true worry and panic and stood up, "arcee, i know ratchet had taught you some of his medical expertise. Will you be willing to take ratchet's spot until he returns?" The femme nodded, "but don't blame me if i mess up some things.." optimus gave a nod, "of course." He then turned his helm to the computer and walked over to it, thinking and hoping they would be able to find him and save him. He then remembered a small piece of memory that had haunted him at times.

Flashback

"I know you like him, Orion. Admit it!" Megatronus growled lowly and the archivist shook his helm, "n-no! I swear! I-" "clamp it! I don't want to hear any more of your excuses! I've seen the way you look at him, talk to him, and how you start spending more time with him! I thought we were together!" "Megatro-" "enough! No! We are over!" With that, the gladiator stormed away. Orion sighed, it was true and he was guilty, but he didn't even know if ratchet had felt the same. The archivist turned around and walked back to his workspace, he didn't know what to do. "Orion?" The red and blue mech turned to see the medic standing by the doorway, "i heard yelling.. are you.. alright..?"

End of flashback

Optimus only put a servo to his face, not knowing if ratchet would even still be alive. He was determined though, he had to try, he never even found the right moment, time, or words to confess to his medic. He only hoped that he was alright. 'Ratchet, just hang on..'

Megatron walked in and had stopped starscream's method and started his own. Ratchet was being dragged into a room that had a slab with a computer next to it, the medic had no clue what was going to happen but he only kept his dermas shut and optics focused on the ground. He was strapped down on the cold table, he tried the restraints and of course they were locked tight. "Soundwave, bring it in." Ratchet had no idea what the warlord had in store but once his optics saw it, he let out a gasp. The grey mech grinned when he saw ratchet's reaction and chuckled, "you remember what this is.. right, old friend..?" Ratchet was speechless but he only looked away, not wanting to believe what he just saw. The cortical psychic patch. He yelped as he felt the warlord grab his neck cables, gripping tightly to hurt but let him vent. "Sadly, this has taken a lot of damage when soundwave salvaged this.. i remember when shockwave used to use this back on cybertron.. damn autobots killed him, but luckily a piece remains... i am able to use this but only for a short amount of time so you should feel lucky, old friend." He spat as the medic tried to pull himself away but it was no use. Megatron then yanked his neck and helm forward and plugged the patch in, he gasped out before feeling himself blackout.
'Frag you.. megatron.'

Ratchet woke up with a gasp and looked around, it was cybertron. Then he heard an explosion and whipped around to see bots running and screaming. Ratchet felt something in his servo and looked down to see he had a medkit on him, he then heard someone yell, "help!" He turned to see a young, injured wrecker. He hurried over to the mech and kneeled next to him, he saw a big gash on his shoulder, chassis, and tanks. Ratchet opened his medkit and was about pull out a tool before he felt the mech grab his arm. "Shoot me." Ratchet stopped, vents hitching, "wh-what..?" He looked to the mech and he saw the pain in his optics, "shoot me." "I'm a medic, i can-" "no." The wrecker had grabbed ratchet's gun and made ratchet hold it to his helm, "shoot me." Ratchet shook his helm as he felt a tear roll down, 'he's too young. He can't die now.' Ratchet thought but he heard the mech beg, "please! Shoot me, damn it! Or let me rot in the pits for all i care! Shoot me!" The mech cried and ratchet felt the peer pressure pushing him in pulling the trigger, "no- i can help you- i can heal you- i can-" "you can't. Shoot me!" The words and cries continued before ratchet had pulled the trigger.
Ratchet immediately threw the gun as far as he could, and tried to see if he was still alive but.. "no... no no no- i-" ratchet shook but then froze once he heard slow clapping from behind him. He didn't want to move but he felt himself turn around to see megatron grinning and clapping. "I never thought you'd ever pull the trigger, old friend." "No. I- i-" ratchet turned his helm to look at the dead mech, an autobot, a patient. He killed him. He remembered how out in the battlefield they would often beg him for death, they force him to hold a gun up to their helm or chassis, making him offline them. He wanted to purge, he wanted to bury the memories away, deep into his databanks where he could never relive them.
The scene changed suddenly and now he was in the old autobot medbay, there was a patient in front of him, he realized he was doing surgery. His servos then accidentally cut an energon line, and then another one. "What am i doing?! No- stop- I can't get a hold of myself!" He continued to cut and then rip out the insides of the poor mech, ratchet struggled to get a grip but he could only watch in horror as his own servos vigorously tossed the ripped put pieces. He tried to control his own movements, he wanted to stop, he wanted to tear his optics away and just purge. Energon of the now dead autobot flew onto his arms, chassis, and faceplates. He yelled as he felt himself collapse to the floor, he finally had control of himself but then heard the door slide open. "Ratchet.. what have you done..?" He froze, he didn't move or vent, he feared what would happen. The bot slowly walked in, placing a servo on his shoulder and making him turn. Ratchet's optics met with the all to familiar optimus' and saw mixed emotions of confusion, anger, and sorrow. "O-optimus- this is not what it looks like- i-" "no. It is exactly what it looks like. Old friend." The last two words were carefully laced in venom, as he saw his leader's optic ridges furrow in anger. Ratchet wanted to cry but he could only let out a cracked cry, as he could see megatron behind the prime with a grin.
The scene quickly swapped again, this time he was in his berthroom, but he was not alone. "O-optimus- wh-what are you doing here?" He felt the prime climb on top of him on his berth, "o-optimus- what are you doing?" The medic squeaked as he felt optimus vent into his audial receptors, "what do you think, old friend?~" the medic blushed madly, "w-wait optimus- gAh-" he could feel optimus bite his neck cables and tug at his sensitive wires. Ratchet did his best to hold back a moan before yelping and squirming underneath the prime. "Optimus- stop- th-that hurts- ow!" Optimus bit harder down on his neck cables as he pinched tightly on the sensitive wires. "O-optimus- please!- ah! Stop! You're h-hurting me! AH!" Ratchet yelled as he felt his friend rip out a servo full of his side wiring, he choked out energon as he felt his crush rip out some of his thigh wiring, "AHH- OPTIMUS- STOP, PLEASE!- AAAHHHHHH" ratchet struggled against the bigger bot but felt himself getting crushed down onto the berth. "AAAHHHHH- OPTIMUS-!"

Ratchet snapped awake and struggled against his restraints, vented heavily as he felt some oil drip down his frame. Megatron had a smile and ratchet felt himself freeze, he felt numb from the reawakening of his worst fears. 'It's all fake..' he thought to himself, he felt a servo reaching to him and he flinched away. Megatron harshly grabbed his arm and both were optic to optic, "would you like more?" Ratchet shook his helm as he felt himself shaking in the warlord's grip. "Yes? Why of course, you'd love more. Wouldn't you?" Ratchet had to remind himself not to say a word and only looked away. He stared at the wall and silently hoped for this to just end.
'Optimus.. i know you'll save me...'

There ya go, i finished the next chapter- time for some more torture, I'm so sorry ratchet. You are the best bby- see y'all in the next chapter tho-