I thought and thought about a thousand times whether to write this story. I had several ideas, but none seemed to me worthy. Now, in the end, I decided ... and was born this new project. I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

When she opened her optics, Airachnid didn't immediately know where she was. She was sure of being on the Nemesis, but she did not recognize where. The gray walls of the ship were unmistakable. But she was not in her room ... Yet, the last thing she remembered clearly was just to be in her room. With Orion. Then nothing.

She closed and reopened several times the optics, until her eyesight wasn't adapted to the light emanating from a lamp, positioned right on her head.

A strange metallic and rhythmic noise had accompanied her awakening. she had already heard that sound. It seemed that one of the monitors' Knockout used for his patients in the med bay.

she looks up toward the light. Even the lamp was same as that used by the doctor Decepticons for his work on the wounded ... or for his experiments. A sudden terror pervaded her frame. she tried to move her limbs, but they were blocked. the femme, without even realizing it, began to tremble. Of fear.

Now her vision was crisp and clear. she began to turn the head to the right and then to the left, scared, several times. And her fears were confirmed: she was in the med bay of the Nemesis. The thing she could not understand was ... why? And how she ended up there?

Airachnid was so taken of her concerns that she didn't notice the heavy metal door opening.

"Well, well, well!" Knockout's sharp voice blotted out all other sounds"I see you're awake, sleeping beauty" the doctor said as he walked at a slow pace towards the femme.

"Why am I here? and why am I tied to the berth?" Airachnid said, starting to squirm with rage. Or panic?

"Calm down or your wounds are going to reopen!" the red mech said firmly "It took me a whole jorn to repair the damage! And you troubledst so much that I had to tie you up!" continued while, approaching the berth, he began to untie the SIC Decepticons.

"repair the damage?" asked the femme, amazed, as she sat on the bed.

Knockout nodded several times "It's your boyfriend's fault if you're here" then turned to a take a tool and, from behind, he added with a grin "Or should I say ... ex".

Airachnid was confused "I don't understand..." hesitated la femme "I ... I don't remember ..." .

The Deception doctor turned toward her, folded his arms across his chest and said "Optimus... Orion ... Call him whatever way you like. He was who put you here. Shortly before doing the same with Lord Megatron and return to his beloved Autobots! "concluded, still awaiting the reaction of the femme.

Airachnid maintained a neutral expression. Much to Knockout's dismay, whose smile faded after a few seconds. What the doctor didn't expect, was to see Airachnid jump off the berth and get out in a hurry from the med bay.

The mech peered in the red corridor "Hey ... thanks would be appreciated!" he shouted, catching the attention of several Vehincons who were passing by "Tsk ... femme! Blessed who understands them!" he muttered to himself before the big metal door closed behind him.

Airachnid ran as fast as she could down the corridor to her quarters. Now she was beginning to remember everything. She remembered the last meeting with Orion in her room. she recalled that the mech had several times, violently, slammed her against the was violent, but not to the point of killing her. She smiled. She knew that, no matter how angry Orion could be, the young archivist would never have been able to kill. For Primus' sake, even in the guise of Optimus Prime, the mech would never have killed her.

She reached her quarters satisfied. Lord Megatron's plan could have failed, but her plan could still be saved. she turned on the monitor in her room and log on to her personal folders. A few moments and what she was looking fell under her eyes.

"Perfect!" she hissed to herself. She loaded quickly a message addressed to Arcee and sent it on several frequencies, knowing that the Autobot outpost would easily intercepted and downloaded it.

"Mhmm... an incoming transmission..." Ratchet workerd on the keyboard "... on a Deceptcon's frequency...?" he continued " A message? For Arcee!" he freezed, while he was reading to find out the identity of the sender. The old doctor couldn't hide his surprise "Airachnid!?".

He could do only a thing "Arcee... come in, now!".

The smile on the Decepticon femme's face widened as she saw the dispatch confirmed . And her satisfaction was even greater when came the confirmation of receipt (AN : Airachnid used the same way of Starscream to contact the Autobots).

Undecided whether to turn off the console or not, at the end Airachnid pressed the PLAY button.

On the small screen began to appear images. Imagines of her and Prime, in his room, in his bed. The femme could feel her frame's temperature increased. she lay on the berth without ever taking the optics off the movie. She wanted to review each and every moment of that night. When the screen went black, she closed her optics. she could feel Orion's hands caressing her chest, hips and inner thighs. She could feel his lips running down her neck up to her most intimate parts. No one had ever made her feel so good. And she knew that no one else would ever be up to the Autobot leader.

But he wasn't there to satisfy her primal needs.

So, with the index finger of the right hand, she pressed the intercom "Breakdown ... I need you ... now!".

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