Sugar.

"There's sugar on your soul

You're like no one I know

You're the life of another world

You swallow me whole

With just a mumbled hello

And it breaks my heart to love you,

It breaks my heart to love you"– Editors "Sugar".

Warnings: Violence, explicit language, controversial subjects.

Timing: Post season 2 finale, in my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.

Rating: M (possibly even MA).

Pairings: multiple.

Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.

Sussuido.

"There's this girl that's been on my mind

All the time, Su-Su-Sussudio oh oh

Now she don't even know my name

But I think she likes me just the same

Su-Su-Sussudio oh oh

Ah if she called me I'd be there

I'd come running anywhere

She's all I need, all my life

I feel so good if I just say the word

Su-Su-Sussudio, just say the word

Oh Su-Su-Sussudio (…)" – Phil Collins "Sussuido"

oOo

May 1st. Nemesis. Infirmary.

June observed her daughter with fascination. Sara did not look much like a baby, at least not much like a human baby but then again. She was only half human and her human part didn't show at all. At least not yet. June was told that she still looked the same as when she left the hospital and arrived on Nemesis: ovular spark casing with bio-lights and transmetal strands of protoform. But June was told that it was perfectly normal look at this stage of development.

June shifted slightly on her post in Megatron's servo. Here, in Nemesis he retained his natural size.

"… this means that the worst is over and save for some unexpected and grieve complications, Lady Sigma should be perfectly fine." Knockout's voice finally reached June's ears. "Though her development will have to continue inside of this tank for the remnant of the incubation."

"How long can that be?" June asked.

"It's hard to tell, the gestation varies between frame types, and from one technoorganic to another." The Decepticon Doctor admitted. "But taking Lord Megatron's tarnian military flying frame, the fact that you are a human, the size difference between you and that she will be posing as a human infant, I give her another good 6 earthen months or so before she will be ready to emerge."

"A human infant?" This time it was Megatron who addressed the Medic.

"Well, all technoorganics assume the external resemblance of their organic half. It is a form of self-preservation mode that all technoorganics have. It is in case that their organic creator's home world is somehow hostile to robotic life forms. Corrosive conditions are not so uncommon on organic inhabited worlds." Knockout explained. "It also helps them to mend into the organic society, which is yet another way of protecting themselves."

"How can this be if young Cybertronians do not have functioning T-cogs until they're older?" Megatron pinned the Aston Martin with sharp glare.

"That's because technoorganic develop slightly differently than regular Cybertronians, My Lord." Knockout hurried with the answer. It was better if Megatron didn't suspect him of helping Starscream to pull any stunt; especially that he wasn't. "Their initial transformation pattern is independent from their T-cog but it is one way transformation, they are only capable of transforming back after their T-cog is fully functional, just like in any Cybertronian. That also means that they're virtually defenceless before that time and this is why they assume organic form."

"Do technoorganics have vehicle modes?" June decided to cut in before Megatron would say anything else, stressing the Doctor even more.

"Usually they don't, but then again it also depends on how they upgrade. And even if they do not have any vehicle modes, they usually have some form of transportation means such as jet packs, roller blades – the kind of such extensions depends on their Cybertronian creator's frame type as well."

"Speaking of upgrades. How does it look in technoorganics?" June inquired further. She wanted to know everything about how her daughter would grow.

"With technoorganics some of the upgrades are automatic, such as growth: Lady Sigma won't need upgrades to grow in height and weight. Others have to be performed like with all regular Cybertronians, such as weaponry, propulsion, additional armour. The difference is that when regular Cybertronians needs the sockets and jacks to be installed along with the upgrades themselves; technoorganic automatic upgrades allow them to grow their own sockets, jacks and plugs for their manual upgrades. In practice it means that Lady Sigma will grow her own sockets and jacks but the upgrade items will have to be installed by a medic."

"Why there are two blue diodes of top of Sara when all the others are red?" Asked a voice from behind.

They turned to look at the voice's owner. They managed to completely forget that Jack was there too and the young man was perfectly fine with that – he felt awkward being on Nemesis in a completely legal way (especially that he remembered the last time he was face to face with Knockout when in here). But now he had a question so he reminded them of himself, Sara was his sister after all.

"These are optic array endings that mark where her optics will be in the future." Knockout shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe. To him it probably was.

"Then she will have eyes after mum." Jack smiled. Finally something that she would have after June.

"To be honest, Lady Sigma will have optics after Lady June and Lord Megatron alike." The Decepticon Medic turned to look at the bitlet. "Lord Megatron used to have blue optics too, like most of Cybertronians, the red optics are effect of an upgrade to advanced array used, among others, in military; that includes advanced aiming systems and HUD that basic optic array doesn't have."

oOo

Somewhere in the far end of the New Outer Arm of Milky Way1).

The planet was nice. Small, organic, lush and rich in all sorts of life forms. The most notable of which was the dreaded, formidable, blood/energon curdling and abominable tree monster: a carnivorous tree that actively hunted every large species on the planet; be it animal or plant. It was commonly known as Flora Sanguivora and was considered to be deadly dangerous, at least by those who knew that such a beast existed.

They were highly territorial and like all large predators – not too numerous, but they were also plants, and like all plants they grew from seeds and until reaching full maturity they behaved like all 'normal' trees and even looked exactly like one of planet's most popular plant (to which they were related by the way). The mature Flora could move around on its muscular roots although not too fast, the truly deadly part was its fast, flagellum-like sprouts that grew out of its multiple, mawed and toothy branches. The plant-beast had also well developed and just as multiple eyes, so it saw what it was catching into its ridiculously strong offshoots.

One of them laid now on vast meadow. Dead, freshly killed2). Its massive, clawed roots bent in its final spasm. Its sprouts limp around the still opened and drooling maws. It was in its breeding season for it also had multiple buds that would soon open into beautiful and aromatic flowers that would attract certain type of a bee – the only creature that the plant wouldn't try to eat – that would pollinate them.

Above the dead tree stood Overlord, still venting heavily. His armour was bent in multiple places. A little bit further away stood Airachnid, her armour spotless, her lips smirking, her servo stretched, revealing her palm mounted muzzle.

"I told you these things are strong." She said in purring tone.

"I didn't think they would attack a Cybertronian." Overlord turned back to look at the Spider Femme. "We're not edible."

"You know it, I know it, most organics know it. But this beast is a plant and doesn't really have a brain." Airachnid strolled closer. "It doesn't understand the idea or edible-inedible."

"If it doesn't have a brain and a head, then how do you even know about it?" Overlord asked. He was well aware that Airachnid collected heads of all creatures. And just their heads.

"Its buds and flowers are highly prized and as such, they're expensive." She said and approached the dead plant. "When I heard that someone wanted to pay me for picking few flowers I thought they were mocking me for being a femme. Imagine my delight upon finding just what kind of plant these flower grew on."

"I imagine the surprise of that someone when you managed to return with these flowers." Overlord grinned. "What now?"

"We pick the buds, we part, we sell the buds for nice price." She picked the first almost blooming bud. "Naturally, we share the buds 50-50."

"It's a deal. How much one such morsel cost?" He gently picked one of the buds.

Airachnid told him and he whistled in surprise. He would have to get back here sometime soon. One such tree could earn him enough firepower to win a small war.

oOo

It was almost evening and they were getting ready to depart. Each having their buds secured and performing the final check-ups for launch.

"Perhaps see you later." Airachnid said simply and started to enter her ship.

"Wait!" Overlord called after her.

"Oh, don't tell me you want me to stay with you for one more…" She sighed with resignation. If he'd promise her anything if she said with him, she'd have to kill him.

"No… I'm picking something." He waved his servo dismissively. She wasn't bad looking but he wasn't romantic type, even if he was one of the few mechs who could get cosy with her and live to tell.

"What, here?" Her optics grew almost round.

This place was what literally served as the end of the Galaxy, the only transmission she ever picked in these regions was some religious station that broadcasted prayers, some religious music, political hate and requests for monetary donations3). What could he pick… unless the DJD… She fell utterly silent. DJD was not something she wanted to face right here even with that big oaf being on her side.

"Yes. It is faint but it sounds like Decepticon Radio jingle… I think its news…" He said. "They had to boost the signal to maximum for it to reach here. That means it has to be important."

"What does it say?" She asked. She couldn't pick it herself; her receivers were weaker than Overlord's.

Normally it didn't make any difference and she didn't have any problems with getting the Decepticon Radio news feeds and anything else, but in here she was radio-deaf. Except for that religious radio that she once picked.

"Well… what would've you know?" Overlord smiled with his most brilliant, cruel grin. "Guess what? Megatron's Sire."

"What?" Airachnid's jaw dropped.

"They just announced that his sparkling was separated from its carrier recently." Overlord repeated the news.

"Oh well. It looks like there's another one to turn into a trophy." Airachnid smirked.

"You can keep that one. I just want to kick Megatron from one end of the Galaxy to another. And then again and again…" Overlord shrugged.

"Suit yourself. I just want his head."

"Sure, why not, he won't have much use for it after I'm… Hold on, there's more." Overlord focused on the transmission again. "They say that soon Megatron will officially introduce his offspring as his heir."

"Now, that's interesting." Airachnid raised her optic brows. "I will look for twisting the tiny bootleg's head off."

"You need to survive long enough first." Overlord grinned with superiority and quickly boarded his ship.

Airachnid only rolled her optics and got to her vessel. Their business was over, it was time to go separate and she was glad – Overlord was charming and impressive but worked on her nerves (like all the overconfident mechs).

oOo

Nemesis. Infirmary.

It was both Soundwave and Shockwave's idea to put soldiers on guard. Officially it was nothing else but an Honour Guard, but in reality it was all about security. Not that there was any real danger – anyone who would try to pull anything on Megatron's heir would have no place to hide in the known Universe – it was more about privacy and making sure that Knockout could monitor the bitlet in peace, without soldiers getting in his way.

The incubation tank was placed in far end of the infirmary, so no one would 'trip' over it and the 'Guards' would not get into way of Knockout's regular medical duties.

At the moment the 'Guards' were Frenzy and Rumble, if Knockout was to guess why he'd say that Soundwave had no other idea what to do with the two imps.

"I'm going to the storage area." Knockout informed the twins. "Behave yourselves and don't break anything."

Neither of them responded, they just stood at the tank looking bored. Knockout wasn't sure because and he couldn't tell because of their visors, but he was wondering if the two could fall into recharge while standing.

The moment the doors slid shut after the Medic, Frenzy turned to his brother.

"Hey, ya thnik the new one will like me?" He asked.

"Pit no!" Rumble huffed. "She'll hate you, boob-brain!"

"It means she'll hate you too, we're twins!"

The only response he received were some rude noises that Rumble made at him. Normally he would punch the other twin, but he wasn't eager to find out what Knockout would do to him (and Soundwave wouldn't help – he gave them order to behave) for starting fights in infirmary, so he limited himself to pulling nasty face at his brother. Rumble replied with yet another rude noise and Frenzy retaliated with even uglier face… which resulted in sort of 'gross' duel.

Above them, inside of the tank, the bitlet blinked her bio-lights happily in reaction to their presence.

The End of "Sugar".

1) It is a loose strip of galactic matter loose from the main Galaxy (but still tied by gravity to it and spinning along), running on the outer side and along the Perseus Arm, angled 90 degrees and opposite from Scutum-Centaurus Arm. Consider it as boondocks of the Galaxy (thin, fade, small and far away) – though only in this fic, in reality: who knows?

2) Naturally I do not approve of this – this is illegal hunting.

3) Anyone from Poland should know what I'm referring to XD. Then again, laugh all you want but when you can't pick anything else, this religious music is what can keep you sane and awake… okay, perhaps not sane, but definitely awake.