Argh I know, I should have written this, like, two years ago, but I got really busy with school, job hunting and life/death sort of things and for a while completely forgot about it, sorry is extremely late. Sequel to Cage and Prisoner. Galvatron x Elita

Deliverance

Chains

Elita was too numb inside after the death of Optimus to care what happened to her…or so everyone thought. Elita let them think that. They didn't need to know that it wasn't Optimus' death that had broken her inside.

It was Megatron's.

How could this be? She was always thinking. She had been his and his alone just once before he was torn away again, this time never to return.

Megatron…

Perhaps her grief for Megatron was the reason she didn't put up a fight in the raid of which now she was a prisoner, all survivors were. Elita, Chromia, Firestar, Moonracer and the rest of the female Autobot resistance kneeled were they were bound with stasis cuffs that only Chromia had not stopped trying to fight. What is the point? Alpha Trion and his mate Beta were both dead, and as were most of the Autobot warriors that had stopped to visit them.

Elita looked down the line of femmes awaiting whatever fate their Decepticon captors decided for them, whether it was death or slavery, though she regretted what was to become of all of them, one femme in particular stood out.

Arcee…

The secret love child she had sparked to Megatron. The poor young femme had just returned to Cybertron to catch up with the transformers who had raised her, and tonight may be the last night she lived, still unaware of her true parentage. Elita felt guilt for her daughter for the thousandth time. Arcee should have had the chance to learn the truth.

This could be my last chance. Elita thought, her spark hardened with resolve, the Decepticons would kill them for sure, Arcee deserved to know before that, and Elita was opening her mouth to tell her, regardless of what everyone would think of her, to tell her daughter the truth.

"Arc-" Elita was cut off by the sound of an opening door and the sound of footsteps. Decepticons piled into the room, one at a time looking down the line of femmes, fire gleamed in their optics, and they looked at the mech who leaded them awaiting orders. Elita kept her face to the floor not wanting to look at them.

"Lord Galvatron…?" One asked as a heavy set of footsteps headed her way. At his name, Elita looked up surprised. She had heard of Galvatron of course, he had taken command of the Decepticons after Megatron's death, despite having come from seemingly nowhere. Elita had never seen him before and raised her optics to his to get a good look at Megatron's successor.

And saw Megatron himself.

Her jaw dropped slightly and she almost cried out in happiness to see her dead lover returned to her, but she stopped herself. No.

A closer look showed that this was not Megatron. He had his face, but nothing else. Yet when their optics met, Elita saw a flash of recognition within them, and he gazed at her in confusion. "Who are you?" He demanded, the voice was not Megatron's, that was for sure, but he spoke with the same tone.

"…" Elita couldn't make the words come. Galvatron reached forward, she wanted to lean into his touch, but his hand clasped her throat, lifting her off the floor.

"Answer me!" He roared.

She choked trying to speak, he dropped her, she coughed a moment waiting for her vocalizer to open up again after the assault, "E..Lita One…!" She wheezed out.

"…" Galvatron didn't say anything for a moment, "Prime's girl…" He muttered.

Prime's girl.

Megatron had referred to her as that the first time they had met. Elita thought again of Megatron, their affair, and of their daughter, and opened her mouth to tell him no, she wasn't 'Prime's girl' she was Megatron's, and let everyone know who Arcee's parents were, perhaps if they knew Arcee was at least partially one of them she would be spared.

But Galvatron never gave her a chance to speak; he yanked painfully to her feet by an arm, and dragged her down the line past his men, and stood by the door, turning at last to face the group he had with him. "This one is mine." He said sternly, "The rest of you take your pick."

Take your pick.

So they were to be slaves. Elita cried out, that was worse than being put to death. Galvatron pulled on her arm again, almost tearing it from her shoulder, to shut her up. Elita whimpered against the pain, but cried out in protest again as one of the Decepticons approached Arcee.

This guy she recognized from the time she had been captured, his name was Shockwave. He picked up Arcee, much more gently than Galvatron had picked her up, and pulled her away from the line. Arcee struggled against him, but Shockwave took no noticed. As the femmes were slowly examined and claimed by Decepticon masters all of them fought, but to no avail, most Decepticons simply fought back, but a few, like Shockwave, simply ignored them.

Galvatron laughed, "Enjoy your new pets, Decepticons, and remember, you only get one, so don't break them."

Elita struggled, "You bastard!" She shrieked, she watched Shockwave vanish out the door and down the hall with Arcee, the last thing she had of Megatron. Galvatron yanked on her again, but Elita continued to struggle until she felt his gasp weaken and she yanked herself free,, though still bound she tried to run after Shockwave and her daughter, she heard Galvatron shout, and a blast go off.

Then everything went abruptly black…

Yeah I know, Shockwave wasn't in G2, probably killed in the Unicron attack in the movie, but you know what? Arcee is Megatron and Elita's daughter in this fic. Screw cannon and if you can't handle that, bite me. I actually have a reason why Shockwave takes Arcee that will be revealed in later chapters, until then Elita has a plateful of problems with Galvatron. Please review.