Entire

Glossary

Vorn – 83 years

Solar-cycle – 1 day

Stellar-cycle – 1 year

Orbital-cycle – 1 month

Nano-klik – 1 second

Joor – 6 hours

Breem – 8.3 minutes

Groon – 1 hour

Deca-cycle – 3 weeks

Disclaimer: Its fanfiction. Of course I do not own it. However, I do own Quickstrike and the plot line.

Quickstrike's Story – War on Cybertron

"You want me to do what!" was heard by the Autobots waiting outside the interrogation room. Immediately all the mechs went on edge and wanted to go into the room to find out what Quickstrike wanted Ratchet to do.

When Quickstrike had asked for Ratchet they had gone and got him then was promptly kicked out of the room for the medic and spy to talk.

Inside the room Quickstrike was explaining to Ratchet why she asked him what she did.

"You must understand. I only just got away last time when Shockwave tried to open my chassis, I do not want to be bonded or found out by any Decepticon and if they open up my Chassis and get to my spark-chamber then they will immediately be alerted of my position."

Ratchet sighed in resignation.

"So, let me get this right. You want me to make sure it is never seen or touched?" He asked simply confirming what Quickstrike had asked of him.

"That is correct." Ratchet vented but did not argue. Quickstrike guessed that he must have seen her point.

"Fine. However I will encode it so that only I and yourself are the only ones who can undo it." Ratchet looked resigned. He turned to get his tools out of his med-bay. Quickstrike grabbed Ratchet and spun him to face her, what she did stunned Ratchet momentarily. Quickstrike had grabbed him into a hug and smiled.

"Thank you Ratchet, I would not ask this if I felt it was unnecessary." Ratchet smiled and hugged her back, letting go of the tough Medic mask for a moment before putting it back on and huffing. "Let me go get my tools." Quickstrike released him and sat back in her chair, not even wincing as she banged her wings. Ratchet glared slightly when he saw that but made no comment and walked out of the interrogation room.

...

When Ratchet stepped outside with a troubled look on his face, he was bombarded by questions from the other waiting bots. However Ratchet ignored them and continued walking towards his med-bay going over this he would need to do for Quickstrike. The surgery needed for such a thing was extremely painful and delicate and if there was even the slightest mistake then it could spell the end for Quickstrike.

On his way back to the interrogation room, he was once again was hit with questions but this time is growled at them.

"If any of you dare do anything to interrupt me, you might as well kill Quickstrike yourself. This is a very delicate thing I must do. Tell that to everyone, I will have my comm off. If there is an issue get one of the other medics. Is that clear!" Ratchet scanned over all the bots and saw fear for their comrade and their will to abide by Ratchets words. Ratchet nodded and turned back to go into the room.

"What are you going to do?" Mirage asked as the CMO walked towards the room. Without stopping Ratchet answered.

"I am sealing her spark-chamber shut."

...

When the femme's screams rang around the base, there was a moment of silence before almost everyone on base went back to what they were doing with a slightly smug expression. However there were the Autobots that looked very sick. Mirage was one of these. The red mech was seated next to a silver saboteur in the rec room. They were both chugging down high-grade. When they heard the screams both froze in fear. They wanted to rush to see what was going on but ratchets warning was clear. Mirage clenched his optics and teeth shut in phantom pain. It was as though his spark was being ripped out and stomped on repeatedly.

Jazz watched the red mech in pain and felt sympathetic. Yes Jazz was hurting hearing his daughter's pain, oh he was hurting, but Jazz had noticed that Mirage had a love for the femme, that the red bot himself hadn't noticed yet.

Jazz's helm snapped up when he caught onto another conversation in the room.

"I hope that she gets off-lined. We do not need such a foe. She is a very pretty femme though, I'm sure Megatron had his fun with her." Jazz's vision flashed red but he was snapped out of it when Mirage stood sharply and left the room. Jazz's optics followed him out before landing back on the offensive mech.

It had spread around the base about Jazz finding Quickstrike when she was a youngling so many tried to avoid talking about her when he was around. This mech however must not have seen Jazz for he continued talking.

"Hey, if she wasn't a con I wouldn't have minded getting some." That was the last straw for Jazz. The silver mech's vision when red and he jumped up, knocking over a few things bring attention to himself. The bots who had be listening in like Jazz had wince as they realised that Jazz was in the room. The mech who had spoken looked fearful.

Jazz stalked over to the mech and glared. If looks could kill, the mech would be a pile of scrap metal. Jazz grabbed a hold of the mech by the throat cables.

"What was it you were saying?" he asked in a sickly sweet tone. The mech simply shook his head with Jazz glaring harder.

"Disrespecting femmes. I don't let that sort of thing go," Jazz so wanted to get on his case but he could not. "However, since she is a con, I will let you off this once. Am I clear!" the mech looked like he was going to pee himself.

"Sir Yes Sir!" Jazz let go of the mech and stormed out of the room glaring at whoever got in is way.

The mechs in the rec room were nervous. Hound, who was serving the high-grade glared at the still scared mech.

"It takes a hell of a lot to piss off Jazz. I wish you luck if you ever have to serve under him."

...

Quickstrike was recovering from the painful procedure. She on-lined her optics and looked around the room to see Ratchet in the corner putting away his tools while mumbling to himself. She sat up and ignored her body screeching in pain. Ratchet, hearing the sound of metal scraping against metal turned around with his face full of relief.

"Oh, Primus. You scared the pit out of me Quickstrike." Ratchet breathed. Quickstrike nodded and sat up all the way. She completely ignored Ratchet telling her to lay back down and looked up at him.

"I need to get out of here." It silenced Ratchets protests in an instant. Ratchet sighed and nodded.

"Alright. How are we going to do this?" Quickstrike though for a second.

"I will knock you out and blow up the wall." Quickstrike mentally smirked. Ratchet narrowed his optics at her.

"The same wall that you used last time? That same wall we only just got fixed?" Quickstrike nodded still with a mental smirk. Ratchet huffed.

"Fine. When will you go?" Ratchet saw the look in her optics that she could not help letting through.

"Now."

...

Mirage jumped as a loud explosion rang out in the base. He got up and ran out of his room to see what was happening. Before he could ask he heard someone shouting.

"She escaped! Quickstrike has escaped!" Mirage almost froze but brushed it off and ran to the front of the base.

What he saw when he got there was a lone femme bolting away from the base at full speed. He knew it would be impossible to catch her so he stopped running. However she turned her head and nodded slightly to the red bot then kept going.

Mirage longed to go after her but knew that he could not. He heard other movement coming out the doors of the base but continued looking out to where Quickstrike disappeared.

"We will be moving bases very soon, Mirage. When you get the chance in the next battle, you will tell her." Mirage turned to face his Prime.

Optimus saw the look Mirage tried to hide and smiled sadly.

"She will be fine. As much as I hate to say it, Decepticons are rather hard to kill. Megatron won't want to kill his third in command. Come we must get Ratchet and he can tell us what has happened."

Optimus tuned and walked back to base, pausing and looking over his shoulder and the camo officer he smirked trying to resist the insane urge to say something to tease the bot. The temptation was too great.

"She is not going to come back, no matter how much you stare after her." Mirage felt his fans kick on and he turned to glare at his leader, but Optimus was already going back inside. Mirage huffed then followed after, muttering about leaders with hidden senses of humour.

...

As Quickstrike fled from the Autobot base, she felt all her injuries begin to open, just how she wanted so that the Decepticons would not get suspicious and begin to not trust her. She suddenly remembered what Barricade told her before he left with the other Decepticon forces.

'Comm. me and I will help you back to base.'

Quickstrike was glad to have someone like Barricade as a friend. What only her and Prowl knew was that Barricade was there to help her in her mission. Since Barricade was Prowls brother and he did not want to be put under the same pressure as she was, he kept it a secret that he was a spy as well. He had made her and Prowl promise that they would not reveal him. They could only do so when Quickstrike was unable to function as a spy any longer such as if she got caught or died.

Quickstrike worked on getting up her mask before she contacted her partner.

:: Quickstrike to Barricade::

::This is Barricade. Where are you?::

::I'm on my way. However my injuries and additional wounds are not going to let me get to base by myself::

::I'll come help you. Megatron has been in a grouchy mood. I pray your punishment is small::

::As do I-::

Quickstrike broke off comm as a warning popped up in her hub and forced her to her knees. The pain of her sealed spark-chamber was still present.

::Are you alright Quickstrike?:: Barricade asked.

::I am unable to go any further by myself::

::I'll be there soon. Just give me your co-ordinates::

Quickstrike gave them to him and waited as pain wracked her body. When Barricade finally arrived, he patched her up as best he could before helping her to base,

...0

When Quickstrike and Barricade arrived at the Decepticon base. There was a hushed silence. All of the Decepticons wanted to know what happened to their third in command after they left. They all knew the Autobots would have taken her in for interrogation.

Starscream was the one who took action first.

:: Lord Megatron, the femme is back::

Megatron did not even bother replying before ordering Quickstrike to his office before she could go to the med-bay.

Quickstrike told Barricade to go before making her way to her leaders office. She was inwardly fretting about what Megatron would do to her. However she had no need for such concerns. When she walked into the office the look on Megatron's faceplates told her to spill.

"As the forces left I was taken into the Autobot base…" Quickstrike told yet another made up story of what happened. However this time she also told a bit of truth. "…They got their medic to seal my Spark-chamber shut. That is when I escaped by knocking out the medic." Quickstrike was surprised when Megatron let out an evil laugh.

"Well, it seems I do not have to punish you further. They have already done so for me. Leave my sight!" Quickstrike bowed at him and left the office.

Quickstrike moved as fast as she could towards the med-bay. She still had to get her wings fixed and her injuries mended before she could have a rest on her berth.

AN: I appoligise for the short chapter but there wasn't much more I could add in here. It was more of a filler chapter.

Autobot Xena I have read what you have posted of your story and I must say that they are completely different. I don't mean to sound mean if I do but my story begins before yours (the All-Spark is not even off the planet yet) and it may have the whole "there is a spy" but so far that is the only similar thing.

My dear readers thank you for following and sorry for such a long wait for a small chapter. I had my exams to study for. Now that they are over I shall update more. Please keep reading

Trivia Did you know that in the first chapter when Megatron shouts "I will be the supreme lord of Cybertron and PRIME WILL BOW AT MY FEET!" I did not mean to click the caps lock button and it became capitalised. When I realised, I laughed to myself and thought 'I might as well leave it, it fits.'