You and I in a little toy shop,

Disclaimer: Not mine, if you hadn't guessed. Merely fan work, for which I receive no profit.

Author's Note: So this drabble it and turned out sort of long, not a single spoken sentence in this two shot but hopefully that's alright. My first dabble into sticky and of course it's non-con.

Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got.

Set them free at the break of dawn,

Till one by one, they were gone.

Capture was never easy. As a medic and CMO at that, he rarely saw the front lines of battle, that didn't mean he was without danger. There would always be the day Skywarp finally grew a processor and used his teleportation to do more harm to the Autobot's than to his own. That was the day Ratchet found himself in the brig of the Decepticon stronghold.

If only he could have remained in that cell, but no, it was not to be. He was too valuable, and the lone Autobot on a ship full of frustrated, angry, unstable mechs.

Megatron had been the first.

Called to the tyrant's quarters he'd silently repaired damage from the battle of his capture. Ratchet thought he'd done well by keeping his comments to himself, Megatron had other ideas.

It had been unexpected at first. Even in this bloody war Ratchet had assumed some standards-but in the deep recesses of his processors he knew they were long passed that. Any chance to take and break something which the Autobots held dear was never squandered.

Megatron must have been harboring these sadistic thoughts for him to be fully pressurized when he decided to attack. Ratchet resisted of course but he was only a medic against the most powerful warlord in creation. His covering had been ripped away and no sooner had cool air assaulted his interface equipment did a spike embed itself fully within his valve.

It was hard, fast and brutal.

Back at base, bugs in the software,

Flash the message something's out there.

Floating in the summer sky,

99 red balloons go by.

They demanded action.

They demanded retribution.

They were met with steadfast denial. What was the life of one mech, even their most treasured medic, against the lives of the entire faction?

Prime and his foolish officers thought the risk too great without proper planning.

Only they realized what horrors awaited the medic, only they knew what state he would be found in.

Even alerting the strutless Autobots of this saw no spur into action, their concerns passed over as irrational and extreme.

Frag them. They would see this battle ended. They would end it on their own terms, these soft plated Autobots didn't deserve who they had lost and they would make sure they never had him again. What was lost was now theirs, as the Autobots saw no haste in retrieving him, forsaking his salvation for plans and tactics.

99 red balloons, floating in the summer sky,

Panic bells it red alert! There's something here from somewhere else.

The War machine springs to life, opens up one eager eye,

Focusing it on the sky as 99 red balloons go by.

If only it had been once.

Starscream took pleasure in the control he could garner. He wasn't so feral as to take him like a beast in rut. Starscream's particular attention was in the mental pain that could be inflicted. What joy he took in making Ratchet submit, in having the medic's mouth to thrust into? How wonderful it was to choke that blasted mech who continually raised annoying Autobots from the brink of deactivation with his very spike? His suffocated attempts to cry, to scream, were absolutely exquisite.

It was hard to say whose torment was worse.

Megatron's spoke of pain, never ending; but at least it was predictable.

Starscream took care to always come up with some new form of torture, but the scars were mostly mental.

99 Decision street, 99 Ministers meet,

To worry, worry super scurry-call the troops out in a hurry!

This is what we've waited for, this is it boys this is war!

The President is on the line, as 99 red balloons go by.

By the time the Autobots rose to the offensive, planned and prepared enough with hopes of retrieving their medic he was a shell of his former self. Megatron took him most often, but he wasn't the only. Orns when the medic was tossed back in his cell saw others seeking out relief and revenge for insults and injuries done in more than one way, by more than one mech. Unimaginable torture gained a whole new meaning.

Megatron was prepared for this retaliation. He made no mistake in that. He met Prime on the battlefield with his prize. A broken medic- damaged, violated, raped. His energon soaked frame was tossed to the side carelessly, his shame on full display, no longer a concern to the Decepticon leader as the battle for dominance began again.

99 Knights of the Air ride super high tech Jet fighters,

Everyone's a superhero, everyone's a Captain Kirk

With orders to identify, clarify and classify;

Scrambling in the summer sky as 99 red balloons go by.

Two pairs of violent optics remained fixated on the frame of the fallen medic long after the start of the battle. Mechs fought across the battlefield, laser fire and cluster bombs rained all around them, but for two beasts of battle there was only one inevitable outcome to this battle.

The only regret was that they'd waited too long to seek it.

99 dreams I have had and every one a red balloon,

It's all over and I'm standing pretty, in this dust that was a city.

If I could find a souvenir just to prove the world was here,

And here is a red balloon, I think of you and let it go.