'Based off Chapter III of Transformers: Dark of the moon Video Game, where Dino ventures into a South American jungle to locate Sideswipe after the Autobots lost contact with him.'

Warning: No intimacy, implies male/male feelings.


"Dino, have you found anything?" Optimus' familiar voice echoed over the COM link, asking the same question he asked 5 minutes ago and receiving the same sarcastic answer from the Ferrari.

"Same as before Prime: trees, bushes, the odd bird flying into my face, no sign of Sideswipe," Dino answered, a little agitated at the repeated question he repeatedly had to answer, "Prime, can we cut down these calls please? I said I'd inform you as soon as I found anything!" A little more forceful than what Optimus would've preferred but he understood why. The Autobot never liked to be pestered, he only needed to be told once and not a thousand times.

"I understand Dino but…you are aware the state Ratchet's in?" Optimus repeated slowly and quietly, he could hear the Ferrari sigh.

"Tell Ratchet I am doing everything I can to find his son, and I will contact him as soon as I see any sign of him," he replied, understanding why he was being pestered so much.

"I will Dino, I'll leave you alone for now," Optimus chuckled to try and lift his spirits, but even he had to admit to himself that he was worried for Sideswipe. The Corvette always did get a little too cocky, and that nearly every time got him into trouble.

"I'll contact you soon, Dino out," He cut the call himself, breathing a sigh of relief. Peace and quiet at last, he muttered to himself. He could never think straight with interference and fuzzy voices buzzing in his ear, he was always at his best with a clear mind.

Dino continued to survey the jungle: slicing every bush that caught his leg, shaking every bird off his helm. He was being surprisingly patient, more that he definitely usually was. Maybe it was his determination? But why more determination to help Sideswipe more than others? The thought hung there as he stalked the Decepticons he knew could may be waiting for him, but he knew that if they were, he would hear them.

Speaking of which, his audio receptors picked up the tiniest of sounds. He passed as he could concentrate more on the audio: he heard gunfire; a struggling groan; laughing in pleasurable evil.

Dino began to run to the source, turning up the feedback he was getting from his receptors and turning down his COM link slightly. He put himself through straight to ratchet, a gruff yet shaking voice replied. The CMO was obviously hoping for it to be his son.

"Sideswipe?" He answered eagerly.

"It's Dino Ratchet, but I think I've found him!" Dino panted, sprinting to the location of the sound.


"Where are you? I'll track you from the base!" ratchet lifted his body from the berth and ran for the base's main computer system. He turned the system on, groaning at the speed of the start up. The screen lit up and he brought up a birds-eye map of the jungle, without Dino's energy signature on it. "Dino, you're not on screen!" He groaned through the link.

"What do you mean I'm not on screen?" The Ferrari yelled through the link.

"Your energy signature isn't on here, just stop where you are and give me your co-ordinates!"


Dino stopped in his tracks and frowned at the interference, not understanding most of what Ratchet had said.

"Could you repeat Ratchet?" He called, as if it would make it receive any better.


"Give me your-Dino? Ratchet stopped at the interference, also calling louder and Optimus rushing through into the main room.

"Ratchet, what's Dino found?" He said, also eager.

"DINO!" Ratchet called louder still down the link, to no avail.

"Ratch-!" Dino's half of the line went dead, a low, crackled noise echoing in Ratchet's head. In frustration, he threw his fist into the monitor. Knowing it wouldn't make a difference, it was just to stop himself from leaking lubricant, It didn't work either way. The lubricant sacks underneath Ratchet's optics were opened and began to leak down his face, his vocal processor began to shake as he cried.


Dino cursed as the line went dead, only imagining the frustration of the already concerned medic. Nevertheless, he carried on sprinting towards the audio, as to not let Ratchet suffer the loss of another one of his children.

He approached a ledge, holding back to get out his sniper. Crouching low to the ground, he crawled to the edge and looked over. He was correct, Decepticons were down there sure enough, with Sideswipe.


"That' all you got?" The Decepticon yelled as he caught Sideswipe's fist mid-attack, twisting his arm into an awkward position. The Corvette groaned, his face plates clenching at the pain and discomfort of the twisted joint and the aching of his servos. He managed to pull away from the drone's grip, but it just laughed at him, they all did. Sideswipe wasn't surprised, he was weak now; his weapons hade been robbed; his body smashed to the pit. He didn't even know why he was trying, because back up was on it's way? Yeah right, they couldn't even find him! The Decepticons had put in place an interference, his energy signature was scrambled, as was his COM link communications. This jungle was huge! If he was found, just the body would be there. He just fell to the floor with no strength nor hope, and he took it.

"Look at him, no wonder he had so many weapons! He's too frail for real combat!" Another mech kicked him fiercely, tweaking one of Sideswipe's reflex actions.

Sideswipe yelped quietly as his cybernation blades were released from his arms, glistening in the moonlight.

"What do we have here?" The mech said enthusiastically, standing on Sideswipe's body with one foot and admiring the swords, "I'm afraid I'll have to confiscate these, they're too pretty for you!" He breathed evilly, leaning into Sideswipe's helm. He gripped the blades firmly, close to the Corvette's hands. Sideswipe waited for the inevitable, and the Decepticon ripped the blades from his joints.

Sideswipe felt a burning sensation travel to the tips of his fingers, back up his arm and down his back. He tried to firmly hold his mouth plates together, but his attention was diverted to the pain.

"Ah…oh!" He groaned loudly, managing to contain a scream. He breathed loudly from the paralysis that engulfed his body, unable to do anything to drown out the mechs around him mocking him. Relief struck when he fainted.


The laughter pierced Dino's audio receptors and made them twinge, sending a sickening sensation through his abdomen. He felt anger, which always seemed to enhance his aim.

He aimed his sniper rifle and slaughtered them mercilessly, as they had done to Sideswipe. He aimed for their heads intentionally, he usually didn't care what he hit but this…he didn't know what it was. He thought about it for a while as he fired his shots, thoroughly yet he didn't find an answer.

Dino jerked back into the situation at hand, looking for anymore enemies, hiding or surviving. He pushed himself up and launched himself off the ledge, landing on the body of the Decepticon that had ripped off Sideswipe's blades. He snarled at the hands of that soldier, wrapped tightly around them. He stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, an eternity of life in the pit was what Dino wished upon the Decepticon. He kicked it's shattered head on his way to Sideswipe, he knelt at his comrade's side.

"Sideswipe?" He said quietly and gently, as not to alarm the probably terrified mech. It didn't matter, Dino got no reply and turned over Sideswipe's body: he wasn't conscious but his spark was still beating; his body wore many dents and scratches and Dino knew that when this was all over, all Sideswipe would be concerned about was his appearance; his optics were only partially closed, as if he'd noticed Dino and was trying to keep online so he could prove it was nothing more than a mesh wound.

Dino sighed at his wounded friend and gently slipped his arms underneath his body, he lifted Sideswipe off the ground, slowly incase he suddenly decided to come online. He looked towards the setting sun, admiring its beautiful pink glow, the clouds rippling across the sky. It reminded him of ice cream, which in turn reminded him of Sideswipe; the bot who thought a road sign indicated the average IQ of a state. Dino had never like it in Washington D.C., with all the regulations and no open space where he could just stretch his servos and lie underneath the sun and stars. There where no stars in Washington, no long days or beautiful sunsets like the one he was witnessing. He preferred the small island of Diego Garcia, no matter how long he had spent there in the first place.

With the raspberry-ripple sky reminding him of Sideswipe, Dino decided to make a promise to Sideswipe. By the next sunset that was as beautiful as this one he will have gotten him to safety, found him a form of energy to consume and build up his strength and seduced him.

"Three, three is a good number," He smiled to himself, glancing at Sideswipe's battered body.

He wasn't quite sure where the last one came from but he didn't care, he wasn't in the mood to argue with his conscience and three was a good number anyway.