Lies Hurt, the Truth is Worse4

Mirage moaned as he onlined; he began to panic when he couldn't move.


"Shh... it's alright 'Raj. You're safe." Mirage's spark skipped hearing a voice he'd dreamt of hearing again. He onlined his optics to the smiling face of Hound.
Mirage was in disbelief. Finding he could raise his arms, Mirage lightly traced Hound's face plate with his fingers.


"Hound? ...I-is it really you?"


"Yes 'Raj, it's really me." Hound placed his hand on either side of Mirage's head, gently lifted it, and kissed him.


Ratchet watched this play out, the hole in his heart growing. He turned his attention back to the deeply recharging Wheeljack. The youngling had cuts, gashes, dents, and a deep but not killing hole. He had been dumped in the front of the base by the Decepticons; the Autobots found out to late that the retreating mechs had Perceptor.


"How ya holdin' up Ratchet?" The white medic looked up as the door closed behind Prowl and Jazz.


"Well, Mirage finally woke up but he'll be in here for a while along with Wheeljack-"


"We were asking about you." said Prowl.


Ratchet sighed, "I can't do this. Third time, this is the third time he's been taken from me."


"It's not your fault Ratchet-"


"It very well is! I'm his father, I'm supposed to protect him!" Ratchet slammed his tools down, ending the private moment between Mirage and Hound.


"What I'd like to know is how they got hold of Perceptor." stated Jazz.


"I believe we have an answer to that." Prime stepped in, Red Alert and Inferno following.


"Apparently, the med bay received a private transmission while Perceptor was alone." said Red Alert.


"What did the transmission say?" asked Jazz.


"Well, who ever sent it said they had information about Perceptor's father."


"...And you didn't catch this before!" Ratchet was outraged.


"I-it was being covered. I c-couldn't detect it." Red Alert coward under Ratchet.


"You're the Security Director! You're supposed to catch these things!" Prowl and Jazz held Ratchet back as Prime stood between the two groups; Inferno held Red Alert close for protection.


"Ratchet, stop this! It's pointless to waste your energy fighting." said Prime.


"Out! Everybody get out!" yelled Ratchet.


"Ratchet-"


"I said out!" The group slowly left, "Hound, you may stay."


"Thank you Ratchet!" Hound instantly sat back next to Mirage, putting a hand in his. Ratchet heard a small moan sound behind him; Wheeljack slowly onlined his optics, worry written on his face plate.


"Rat... chet?"


"I'm right here Wheeljack."


"Perceptor..." Wheeljack's optics widened in fear, "Perceptor! Ratchet where is he!?"


"...The Decepticons have him."



...



Perceptor hurt... a lot! His stomach was churning, his throat felt raw and rough, and everything else was in throbbing pain. He attempted to at least sit up, but something pushed him down growling in his audio.


"Ravage: Remove."


The growling dropped; someone lifted Perceptor up, holding him close, and tilted energon down his throat. He sputtered a bit, but the energon started to go down easier. Perceptor onlined his optics; the blue Decepticon was gently pouring the energon in. Perceptor pushed the cube away and attempted to pull away.


"Perceptor: relax." The youngling looked up; his spark felt weird again and he could feel the mech smiling behind his face mask.


"Wh... who are you?"


"Name: Soundwave."


"Do I know you?"


"Answer: Yes" Perceptor stared.


"Where... where do I know you from? Wait, you knew my father, how!?"


Soundwave was silent. The visor and mask slowly retreated; once smooth features were now scared, but Perceptor knew who's smile that belonged to.


"You... you're..."


"Yes, I'm your father." Perceptor reached forward and lightly traced on the scars.


"What happened?"


"Your friend Mirage is to thank for this." That made Perceptor snap back to reality; this mech, no matter what, was a Decepticon.


"Well, you deserve it!" Perceptor pulled back, "After what you did to him!"


"Yes, it was wrong. But, I'm your father and I need you to forgive me."


"If you're such a loving father, why did you leave me!? Why did you let mom die!?"


"I never wanted to," Soundwave pulled Perceptor back down, "Try to understand, I was a neutral before you were sparked. I was cornered by Megatron himself, demanding I join the Decepticons. Knowing he couldn't hold anything over me, I refused and escaped. ...And then you were created."


At that Soundwave lifted Perceptor's face until they were looking directly at each other. "You were, are, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and you remind me so much of your mother. I knew once Megatron found out about you... I didn't want to think that far. I left, hoping to take away the treat. But, he did find out, and to keep you safe, I had no choice but to join. Then, my brother came into the picture, without knowing..."


"Brother?"


"Avon... was my brother."


"...He... was my uncle! He... he raped me and you didn't do anything!?"


"I didn't know! But nothing made me more happy then to know that slagger was dead."


"Why am I here now?"


"Megatron was going to capture you no matter what. In order to keep you safe, I asked, if I became his most loyal subject, to take you and not have one wire on you hurt. You can't leave... but no harm will come to you."


"Soundwave! Report!"


Both mechs jumped at hearing Megatron shout threw the closed door. Soundwave clicked his mask and visor back into place. He opened the door, Megatron marched in followed by Starscream.


"Ah good, Perceptor you're awake," Megatron turned to Soundwave, "You're needed on deck."


"Sir: I request more time with my son-"


"Did you forget our agreement?" Starscream turned to Perceptor nullifying rays pointed directly at him.


"No, no! V-very well Megatron," Soundwave opened his chest, "Ravage, keep Perceptor company."


"Are we done?" Megatron sneered. Soundwave nodded, following his leader out and leaving Perceptor in the dark.