Series Title: A Queen For Joo!

Chapter Fourteen: Nearing the End

Pairings: Megatron/Bumblebee

Ratings: M

Warnings: MechxMech, non-consensual, violence, strong/creative language

Summary: It's Megatron's creation day and his loyal followers decide to get the Warlord a Queen. Someone small and pretty, with blue optics and a strong defiant personality...

Ratchet looked over Bumblebee's frame with a critical optic, taking note of every line, dent, scratch and weld for the record. He had been informed by Megatron that Bumblebee would be receiving yet another upgraded frame, something more durable that would protect the future Queen of the Decepticon empire.

Just hearing the words made the medic sick.

The idea of Bumblebee, the annoying little youngling that had somehow endeared himself to the medic, being mated to the tyrannical overlord Megatron was... unfathomable to say the least. It was almost painful to think about.

And Shockwave's hovering did not help clam Ratchet's processor at all while he worked away on repairing the minor damage to Bumblebee's delicate frame. He was buffing out scratches on the bot's thighs, but the paint was chipping away, no doubt because whomever had resized the armor had only put on one coat of color.

Ratchet grumbled as he moved away, setting down the buffer, and trying to think about where the extra paint would be in the medbay. Shockwave moved with him as he began to look through the nearby shelves and the medic could feel his patience snapping.

"Do you fraggin' mind?!" He almost shouted over his shoulder at the Decepticon. Shockwave responded by pinning Ratchet to the wall, one servo clamped tight enough to the medic's helm to strain the seams. Ratchet remained still, watching Shockwave warily as the spy shifted, glancing back at Bumblebee.

"Is Lord Megatron bonded to Bumblebee?" The question was spoken in a monotone that came off as indifferent and pissed off in the same moment. Ratchet wondered if a rumor had been started about that, but he quickly got his thoughts back on track when Shockwave tightened his grip again.

"I don't know." The medic said calmly, his frame tensing as he felt Shockwave press closer to him. "I haven't checked his internal systems over thoroughly and there's no way I'm checking his spark while you're hovering nearby." His voice ended in the growl he was famous for, his optics daring the mech to tighten his grip again.

Shockwave complied, the points of his digits piercing the medic's helm, although not deeply enough to draw energon. "I will be present for any and all examinations on the Queen. No exceptions. Per Lord Megatron's orders." Shockwave seemed to purr the response, his free servo grabbing one of Ratchet's servos. "You will perform the spark exam now."

"Why does it matter to you if you're here for his spark exam?" Ratchet asked as Shockwave released his grip, although he was still pinning the medic. "What do you want to see his spark for, you pervert?" The spy responded by punching Ratchet in the side, cracking the glass on his frame with the force of his blow.

The medic managed to keep himself from making a sound at the hit, but then Shockwave's digits suddenly pushed into his seams, the pointed tips tearing at the sensitive lines and sending energon down Ratchet's plating, finally drawing a pained gasp from him.

"You will perform the spark exam now."

Bumblebee woke up in a familiar area. Or familiar enough... It was odd to him how a Decepticon medbay could look so much like an Autobot one. His optics took a moment to focus and he eventually looked over the room, his audio receivers still out.

The first thing he noticed was that Shockwave had Ratchet, who was injured, pressed into the wall. His processor almost jumped the rest of the way online and he sat up, grabbing the nearest object and tossing it at Shockwave.

The spy dodged the proectile on instinct, then looked back at Bumblebee in surprise. "I was not aware you were online." Shockwave said in an even tone. He glared down at Ratchet with his optic before glancing back over to Bumblebee.

"You are supposed to be receiving an exam right now and Ratchet was not performing his duties properly." He said in an even tone, wondering how much of their conversation the minibot managed to overhear. "Lay back down-"

"Don't tell me what to do! And get away from him!" Bumblebee tried to get up from the berth, but his stabilizers felt like they were full of lead. Ratchet turned towards the minibot, pushing Shockwave away from him and moving over to the berth.

"I'm alright 'Bee, I'm alright..." The medic said, straightening easily and ignoring the pain in his side as he tried to calm down the minibot. "Just lay back down for now." Ratchet gently pushed Bumblebee's shoulder, making the smaller mech whine as he laid back, his systems still feeling sluggish from him trying to come out of stand-by so quickly.

Shockwave watched them passively, emotions surging through his systems like they normally did whenever he saw Bumblebee.

The spy was loyal to his Lord and Master and yet the minibot had made him think of treason. Shockwave had spent vorns undercover as Longarm, infiltrating deeper and deeper into the Autobot ranks at Megatron's command.

He had done unspeakable things for the Warlord and felt nothing, but the thought that Bumblebee and Megatron were bonded made it difficult for him to think, his logic centers freezing up at the conflicting emotions, something he normally didn't experience.

"Y-you're Longarm... Aren't you?" Bumblebee's whispered question broke the spy out of his thoughts and his single optic widened, flickering in a moment of surprise. Bumblebee interpreted the silence as an answer and he whined, letting his helm thunk to the side as Ratchet continued his inspection.

"I hate you..." The minibot mumbled, his recharge programs finally offline and his processor catching up with what was going on. "I hate you!" He screamed suddenly, sitting up and grabbing the nearest object to throw at the shocked spy.

Ratchet's wrench went soaring through the air and smacked into the wall next to Shockwave's helm and the spy moved forward, reaching for the minibot. Ratchet stepped between them with a growl.

"It's obvious-" The medic began speaking, his lips pulled back over his denta in a snarl as he gripped Bumblebee's shoulder and pushed him back down. "That you're upsetting my patient. Get out before I make you leave."

Shockwave highly doubted that Ratchet could actually hurt him, but he didn't like the way Bumblebee was looking at him, with hate filled optics...

He turned and left, watching the minibot as the door slid shut, locking him out of the exam room. He turned around, expecting the curious mechs watching him to scramble away and they didn't disappoint. Shockwave stood outside the door quietly, trying to figure out how Bumblebee had discovered that he and Longarm were one in the same...

"Are you alright, Ratchet?" Bumblebee asked quietly, rolling to one side to look at the medic as he walked over to the berth to continue his scan of the minibot's systems.

"Yea, I'm fine..." The medic said. He had already sealed the torn lines in his side and lowered the input on his pain receptors. Ratchet sighed, pushing lightly on Bumblebee's shoulder to get him to lay back. "I need to ask you something..."

He reset his optics, feeling slightly dizzy as he turned to the miinbot and looked away again. "Every scan I take of you, there's a difference in your spark energy." He paused when Bumblebee's optics widened. "I just- I need to know, did Megatron- Did he-"

"Yes. I think. If you're asking-" Bumblebee's voice became staticky. "If you're asking if we have a bond now-" Ratchet felt his systems plummet. He hadn't been in very high spirits to begin with, but now his tank felt like someone was tearing it out.

"We're bonded." Bumblebee finally managed to say. "We're bonded..." He hiccupped suddenly, his optics filling with coolant. "Oh Primus, Ratchet... What am I going to do?" The smaller mech looked ready to cry, his shoulders shaking as he curled up, a quiet whine escaping his vocalizer.

The medic quickly hugged him, pulling the smaller frame against his and revving his engine softly. Bumblebee seemed to have a lot to cry about as he shook and sobbed against the other. Ratchet couldn't help it when his processor began to turn to medical facts.

The only way it was possible for Bumblebee to have formed a bond with Megatron was if the two of them were compatible. Depending on the bond, it was also possible that they were two halves of one whole. It didn't make any sense!

It was true that Megatron seemed fully capable of tolerating Bumblebee, even finding the annoying little scout strangely endearing, but not only was Bumblebee much younger than Megatron, he had also been raised in a completely different society than the older Warlord.

Of course, it was possible that Bumblebee's spark was simply the reincarnation of Megatron's original intended, which would explain why he was so young. But the medic knew he was letting his thoughts get away from him right now and he sighed, pulling back slightly.

"I have to finish your exam Bumblebee." He managed to say, static lacing his voice. "So please lay down and be still."

Shockwave almost destroyed the little radio in his hands, his entire frame tensing and curling inwards as his single optic burned with rage.

Lord Megatron was bonded to Bumblebee. His Bumblebee. The only bot that had ever made him disregard logic, who occupied 88% of his thoughts on a regular basis, and who was now within arms reach, who was close enough to just take, but-

Lord Megatron was bonded to Bumblebee.

Shockwave stood silently in the hallways as he got his thoughts in order, his systems cycling quietly. He couldn't simply take Bumblebee from Megatron. The Warlord obviously cared enough about the Autobot to form a bond with him and wouldn't tolerate anyone trying to take Bumblebe away.

And Shockwave, despite this turn of events, was still unshakably loyal to Megatron. His Lord was still on the right path to liberating and eventually controlling Cybertron, which is the future that Shockwave wanted.

And if Shockwave killed Lord Megatron to take Bumblebee away from him, then the damage caused by the severed bond would no doubt snuff out Bumblebee's spark. The spy stood guard next to the door of the medbay, his optic focused on the far wall as he absentmindedly picked little pieces of shattered radio out of his servo's.

He had just thought of killing Lord Megatron.

It was a fleeting and completely unfocused thought, but it had crossed through his processor nonetheless, startling the ex-spy. He really couldn't bring himself to actually think of ending the other's life and the Warlord's tall frame was quickly superimposing itself into his thoughts as he imagined a conquered Cybertron being led by the Tyrant.

But he needed Bumblebee.

Ratchet was wiping down the tools he had used to reset the minor welds in Bumblebee's valve. The little scout had transformed earlier, possibly more than once, and the welds on the tears in his valve had shifted, but not broken.

Ratchet was more than surprised about how quickly the younger mech's self-repair was fixing the component, given the quality of the system. He glanced back at the yellow form that was prone on the medberth behind him, curled up into a small ball.

Bumblebee had fallen into recharge easily, thanks to the painkillers Ratchet gave him, but the younger mech would need all the recharge he could get to keep his systems fully funtional. The medic took a deep intake and started to put everything away as he heard the door slide open.

He turned and glared at whoever was in the doorway, the glare only getting harder as Megatron stepped into the room.

The Warlord didn't even acknowledge the medic, his optics locked onto Bumblebee's frame as the smaller mech made a soft noise in his recharge and shifted, almost rolling towards the big mech. Ratchet watched as Megatron stepped closer to the smaller bot and lifted a servo to gently trace over his cheek.

Bumblebee made another soft noise and rolled towards the servo, reaching out towards the much larger mech subconsciously. His bond was pulling him towards Megatron, no doubt, and the Warlord had probably found it hard to stay away from the little mech for so long.

"How is he?" Megatron's deep voice echoed in the quiet room and Ratchet grumbled. The Warlord looked up at the medic and narrowed his optics. "I asked you a question. His emotions have been running at a high today, so how is he?"

"He's terrified and angry and more than a little resentful. His welds shifted, but didn't break. His systems aren't calibrated yet to the connection between your sparks because he's rather YOUNG for something like a bond, especially to a much OLDER mech." Ratchet didn't bother to keep the venom out of his voice as he gave the Warlord his answer.

"And Shockwave being here did not help at all. The fragger attacked me because I wouldn't let him be present for Bumblebee's spark exam-"

"Spark exam? Why would Shockwave even care to be present...?" Megatron interupted suddenly, glancing back down at Bumblebee as the little bot whined in his recharge, rolling closer to the servo touching him.

"I don't know. It probably has something to do with him being Longarm." Ratchet couldn't keep the mocking tone out of his voice. He wanted to berate the Warlord, really give the big mech a piece of his processor, but he knew it was stupid to do that.

Megatron didn't need him. Bumblebee needed Ratchet or at the very least some form of familiar support, but Megatron didn't need him. There were dozens of medics at his beck and call on this ship alone and even if the Warlord didn't trust any of them around his future 'queen', Ratchet knew that they wouldn't dare oppose him.

"Explain." Megatron said suddenly, interupting the tense silence. He had turned to stare at the medic in the few moments that Ratchet was lost in thought.

"Bumblebee and Longarm had a thing, if you didn't already know." The medic shrugged, a very human gesture. "They were pretty serious back in Autoboot Camp, even if Shockwave won't admit to it. He's probably pretty conflicted right now." Megatron stayed quiet, watching Ratchet carefully.

"Should he follow you and let you keep the one mech he almost broke cover for? Or should he take that mech and the Decepticons from you? They've been following him for so long that you're more of a figure head by this point-"

Ratchet was expecting the snarl of rage and the fist that closed over his throat, but he wasn't expecting that Warlord to slam him against a nearby table.

"I am Megatron. I am the Decepticons. They are nothing without me, their Lord, their Leader. How dare you speak of something you know nothing about, you wretched Autobot!" Megatron's voice was a deadly growl as he tightened his grip and lifted the medic before slamming Ratchet down against the table again.

There was a heavy silence in the room as the snarl slowly left Megatron's faceplates and he released the smaller mech before stepping back, venting hard for a moment.

"M-maybe-" The resetting systems in Ratchet's throat made his voice stutter and skip as he looked up at the Warlord, more than prepared for the stab of fear that lanced through him at how dark Megatron's optic were. "Maybe you should remind them."

There was a palpable energy on the bridge as Megatron stepped onto it. Every bot he had come across had nearly tripped over themselves to salute him, but had been unable to keep from gawking, their optics wide and bright. Megatron grit his denta as the medic's words rang through his processor, stroking the flames of the rage that was curling up through his spark.

'I am the Decepticons.' He snarled in his processor as he sat down in his chair, his engine rumbling. 'They are truly nothing without me.' He wasn't so lost in his musings that he didn't notice the subordinate that stepped up to him and saluted. "What is it?" He managed to keep the growl in his vocals down to a minimum, but the mech still flinched.

"We are near enough to Cybertron that they have begun to hail us on the normal communication channels, Sir." The un-named soldier said. Megatron was more than a little impressed that he hadn't stuttered or flinched and he let the growling of his engine calm down.

"Open a line." The Warlord said imposingly, shifting in his chair as the screen activated. There was a short pause as the line fully connected and Megatron was greeted with the sight of several mechs sitting at a long table and glaring balefully into the communications screen.

"So the rumors of your return are true." Said one of them, sneering crudely at the large mech. Megatron just smirked.

"If you have heard rumors of my return then you are possibly aware of who is being held in the brig of my Warship." He almost purred the statement, but he was expecting the disdain on their faceplates and the light string of murmurs that popped up along the table.

"Even if you do have higher ranking officials captured, we do not negotiate with terrorists. Ultra Magnus would agree that no matter what your terms, we cannot meet them." The same mech from before said, his vocals very condescending.

"That's a pity." Megatron leaned back in his seat, prepared for the shift in power in the coming conversation. "Then it is best that you call any loved ones in Praxus and say your farewells." He lifted a servo as they glanced uneasily among themselves, then a very large sound marked the end of the communication.

Megatron waited patiently as the static from the explosions on the bridge connecting Praxus to the councils' city-state was cleared up and when the image reconnected nearly every mech that had been seated at the table was standing and staring at the city through the windows behind them.

The camera had shifted to allow the whole of the room to be viewed and Megatron couldn't keep the large grin off his faceplates at just how many mechs were gathered throughout the room. One of them turned to the camera and began hurtling insults at the Warlord, but he was quickly carted away by nearby guards.

Then the next explosion happened.

Several of the taller buildings lining the border of Praxus began to fall away as they burned, collapsing under their own weight and sending shockwaves across the windows. Megatron waited patiently for the mechs to turn back to them, and a simple motion made the soldiers at the control panel zero in on the council members as they began to argue amongst themselves.

"We do not negotiate with terrorists!" One of them hissed, unaware that he could be heard. "If we concede then he will do much more than destroy a few buildings-"

"I am not saying to concede or give in to his demands! He has made none yet and it would be in our best interest, and the interest of our people, to listen to him-"

"My creators fought in the great war! There is nothing to be done with this mech! He will have all or nothing and I will not see him as the ruler of Cybertron!"

"You're a fool!" One of the younger mechs said loud enough to be heard even with the cacaphony of shouted orders in the room. "We need not give in to anything, if his demands are truly wild, but we must communicate with him to avoid any more damage! We haven't begun and he's already destroying a city!"

"That's enough." Megatron growled, drawing the attention of the council members easily enough. The one that had first spoken to him began to move closer to the screen, an obvious dismissal on the tip of his glossa.

The younger mech that had shouted stopped him. "Lord Megatron." He said simply. "You have made no demands of this council and have not made clear your intentions for anything but destruction. Why do you expect that we should listen to you, or take whatever you would say to have any merit, when you have committed old acts anew?"

The mech glared hard at the Warlord, his optics unwavering, and Megatron smirked. "Councilmech... I only want you to know that I am completely serious. I will be ruler of Cybertron and there is nothing that any of you can do to stop me." He settled back in his chair.

"It is unfortunate that Praxus is so close to your city-state and had to be the example of what I can do, but that fault lies with you, just as what can happen to Polyhex or Iacon will be on your helms. Simply give me what I want, publically, and nothing else needs to be destroyed."

Megatron knew that they would be at this for cycles, discussing everything that needed to be done, and the Warlord knew as well that he would have to work very hard to keep himself from destroying more cities, as doing such a thing would be something Bumblebee would not approve of in the slightest.

"I will leave you to consider your options for the remainder of the cycle." He cut the communication and sat back, leaving the image of the stunned faceplates of the councilmembers on the screen for a moment.

When the screen finally blanked out a cheer erupted around the room. Mechs were staring up at him in awe as they scattered to various other spots in the room, prepping more weapons and sending out communications to other ships.

Megatron almost didn't hear it, his processor drifting back to the minibot in his room. He could feel the little bot's curiosity at the Warlord's apprehension, which he hadn't expected the large grey mech to be capable of feeling.

Megatron wondered, vaguely, how Bumblebee would react to the news that most of Praxus had been decimated to prove a point...

"You what?!" Static laced the shouted question as the little yellow bot stared at the far wall of Megatron's suite, completely stunned by the comm. the Warlord had just sent him.

:I'm not going to repeat myself, Bumblebee.: The mech sounded almost angry. :Praxus was the nearest city to the Council's meeting hall and the best choice to prove my point-:

"Prove your point?!" The Autobot knew he was shouting needlessly, but it didn't feel like enough to just send an angry comm. when he'd rather blast the other mech in the faceplates with his stinger a few dozen times. "You killed how many mechs just to prove a point?!"

:The city was still under construction and didn't have more than a small crew of builder drones in it. The most damage I've done has been to set their building schedule back by a few vorns.: Megatron suddenly snarled. :What would be the point of ruling Cybertron if everyone is dead?:

Bumblebee was quiet as he mulled that over in his processor. :I know you're angry at what you think is wanton destruction, but it's not. Everything I'm going to do from this point on has a purpose. Alright?: Megatron finished in a much softer tone, his voice a gentle rumble. :I have a few more meetings and will be back late. I'll understand if you're not up to greet me. Goodnight, my Spark.:

Bumblebee's cheekplates flushed bright red at that and he managed to stutter out a response, his spark thrumming with anxious embarrassment. When the comm. call cut, he could feel Megatron's amusement only partially overshadowed by frustration.

And he hoped the mech wasn't frustrated with him...

It was very late when Megatron stepped into his room, the tension in his frame uncoiling when he noticed the slender yellow form on his berth. The door to the sitting room slid shut behind him and he walked slowly towards the minibot, smiling as he looked over the curvy frame laid out to greet him.

Bumblebee had obviously fallen into recharge waiting for the Warlord, on his side but leaning against the back of the berth, which couldn't be comfortable. Megatron reached down and slid a servo under the smaller frame, lifting him enough to move him down.

"Mmm..." Bumblebee made a soft moaning sound, his optics flickering as he reached for the warm frame towering over him. "I don' wanna..." He suddenly pushed away from the big mech and curled onto his side again, rolling for a moment. "Five more kliks..."

He kept rolling, heading for the center of the berth, then he stopped and stretched out, somehow taking up more of the berth than he should've been able to. Megatron just smiled down at the minibot as he sat on the edge of the berth and reached out to pet the smaller frame.

"Bumblebee." He said softly, giving the little mech's shoulder a shake. "Bumblebee." His words seemed to stir the yellow bot into some form of wakefulness. His optics flickered on slowly, smacking his lips together as he looked up at the Warlord and grumbled.

"Why did you take so long to get in?" He said, crawling closer to the big mech. "Now my neck is cramped from trying to sit up and wait for you…" Megatron felt his smile widen as he grabbed the mech and pulled Bumblebee closer to his frame.

"Well, since that's my fault then I should help you with it, hm?" The Warlord turned to lay on the berth, sitting up against the back of it as he reached his servo around the smaller mech's neck to begin rubbing the back of it. Bumblebee hummed happily, cuddling up against the grey chassis as the powerful digits worked magic over him.

But as Megatron sat there, staring at the purring minibot, he couldn't help but remember how many mechs he had choked the life out of, their optics flickering into darkness so quickly, easily crushed by his strength. He had to stop looking down at the smaller frame, his processor superimposing images of murdered mechs over Bumblebee's form.

"Megatron?" The soft voice startled him into onlining his optics again and he stared down at his sparkmate for a moment, feeling his confusion through the bond. "You stopped. And you haven't tried to grope me. Are you alright?" Bumblebee shifted a bit, moving up to be closer to the mech's faceplates.

"I'm fine. Just tired, I suppose." Megatron rumbled in reply. "I love you."

His words startled Bumblebee, his faceplates flushing. The minibot looked away, leaning back from the bigger mech. Megatron didn't push him, just smiled and brought a servo down to grab the little mech's shapely aft. Bumblebee squeaked, floundering for a moment before smacking the grey chassis in front of him.

"Oh come on! We were having a moment you old pervert!" He growled as best as he was able, but the Warlord just chuckled, grabbing him tighter and pulling him closer. "Ugh, you're impossible!" He shouted, trying to push away from Megatron. But he wasn't strong enough to do that, his efforts barely noticed by the Ex-Gladiator.

Megatron scooted down the berth, wrapping his arms around the minibot with a smile and shrugging. "We can still have our moment, of course, with a bit of action as well, hm?" He enjoyed just how bright Bumblebee's faceplates got as the yellow bot tried to sputter out a response, shaking his helm before making a few odd sounds.

"You're-you-you're ugh! Impossible!" Bumblebee almost screeched, his faceplates screwed up with pouting lips and narrowed optics. "Jerk." He darted forward to kiss the Warlord and Megatron's engine released a pleased rumble. He immediately kissed the smaller bot back, his servos gripping the curvy thighs and aft of the yellow frame.