Well, I thought that since I haven't updated Undone in forever that I may as well just completely rewrite it to make sure that everything flows more smoothly. (Because it's been like, about two years since I've touched this fic and I really need to fix this since my style has totally changed since then). So, here we go for round two.

Original date posted: March 14, 2013

Original date last updated: July 14, 2013

Edited January 28, 2015

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::Comm-link::

"Cybertronian"

"English"

-;-

The organics slid their hands along their small forms, poking, prodding- pulling them apart piece by piece before putting them back together in some twisted version of a jigsaw puzzle.

The pair of femmes couldn't move, their frames too damaged over time and the unfavorable conditions that their captors kept them in, trapped in a vicious paralysis.

Their processors, however, worked perfectly fine.

::I'll offline them all!:: -Saberline

Her companion only let out a silent whine of pain over the comm-link as one of the "scientists" pried off a particularly sensitive piece of her chassis armor, unable to reply for several breems as she struggled to regain her coherency. Finally:

::You'll have to wait in line, Saberline.:: -Crosswire

Saberline could hear the simmering undercurrent of resentment through the link as her partner stated the words, and could only vaguely recall a time long ago when she would have thrown back an insult and tried to rip the femme next to her to shreds. But those days were long past them- now they were trapped in their processors, fighting the insanity that constantly threatened to take them over.

However, she said none of those things, instead keening softly over the link to Crosswire, her amber optics dulling further as something was neatly yanked from in between her shoulder-plating. Pain warnings flashed across her HUD, followed by the usual warnings of low energon readings she'd long since learned to ignore. It wasn't like she could do anything about them at the moment anyway.

::I'm not about to stop you, but if he ever decides to grace us with his onlining, I'm going to be the first one to have a go at clawing out his optics. And his interfacing parts.:: -Saberline

Crosswire managed a faint laugh at that, her vocalizer still offline thanks to the incautious fingers that had last been digging around in the delicate machinery.

::Whatever you say, Saber.::

-;-

Time was a strange concept to them here. They knew that it passed, but they could not pick out a singular time that they knew the day transitioned from one into the other.

But they did know that they spent far too much time being taken into that glitched excuse of an examination chamber. Saberline preferred calling it the "Decepticon Interrogation Chamber", later becoming the Interrogation Chamber, and now only the place that they knew they despised with every part of their beings.

It was no different than the other times that they had been returned to their places like decorations, strung up by pathetically weak organic metals. Though in hindsight, they were probably a bit luckier than Megatron, who was held into place by much more mechanical devices than they could possibly name across the room from them.

Technically speaking. The pair of femmes were much smaller than the huge former Lord Protector, being cassettes, standing at the approximate height of his pedes.

Saberline was the larger of the two femmes, but not by much. Her total height, when totally extended, was just under five and a half feet: but what she lacked in height she more than made up for in armor. Shoulders broad, designed specifically to take heavy blows in battle, were smooth. The rest of her was sharp. Sharp amber optics, pointed denta, and a prickly personality that would rival some of the worst Decepticons on a good day. All in all, she looked more like an angry humanoid feline.

Crosswire, in comparison, was small and slender, designed specifically for espionage work rather than battle. Pushing it at just under five feet in height, her armor was thin, made sleeker and more flexible, her very being screamed of frailty. And while Saberline was obviously dangerous, Crosswire was deceptively innocent. A cyberkitten in appearance compared to the feral cybercat her partner was.

Not for the first time, Crosswire wished that she could move as the organic fingers directed their machine to lift the femmes back up onto the wall. Some kind of chemical compound, however, rendered them immobile. It was more irking that she liked to admit.

::Do you think we'll ever get back to our Carriers?:: Crosswire asked quietly as the organics moved away from them.

::What kind of question is that? Of course we will.:: Saberline retorted almost immediately.

::But we haven't felt them in vorns! How are we supposed to know if they're even online?:: Crosswire persisted, silently searching for the answer she needed. This wasn't the first time that these thoughts had crossed her processor, but it was certainly the first time that she had voiced them.

::I just know.:: Saberline snapped back, though there was a small quaver to her words. Crosswire felt a pang of sympathy as she realized that her partner was just as scared of the possibility that their Carriers might be offline as she was. But there was still that very strong chance that they could be…

The thing was, Cassettes needed their Carriers. Often, it was a co-dependent bond, one that took hundreds of vorns to fully cultivate between partners. Cassettes often were used as scouts, sometimes companions, but in the instance of the war, Cassettes suddenly became very useful in the work of scouts and soldiers. Thanks to their small size, they were more easily able to work than a full sized mech or femme, and due to the bond, information could be relayed immediately rather than over the span of breems.

In Crosswire's case, she and her Carrier both were espionage agents, while Saberline and her Carrier were both from the soldier class. Their Carriers had both sent their Cassettes after Megatron when the Allspark had been sent off Cybertron with the hopes that they would be able to track the femmes' signals to wherever Megatron tried to hide.

Well, that plan went to slag.

As it turned out, Megatron wasn't actually as dumb as he looked. He'd captured both femmes right before they all crashed through Earth's atmosphere, unintentionally getting all three of them delivered right into Sector Seven's hands. Their scientists had pried their frames off of Megatron's offline form and had immediately begun fragging around with their internal functions, which accidentally on their part shut down most comm-links and internal systems. Somehow, the only functions they still retained were their private comm-links, which, at the beginning, hadn't gone so well, but now served as a method to keep themselves sane.

Putting it mildly, they were royally fragged.

::I hope they're online.:: Crosswire said quietly.

::Yeah. Me too.:: Saberline replied.

-;-

It was freezing when the pair of femmes onlined from a short recharge, and Saberline was very quickly thrown into a mood by the temperature. The rougher femme was not one who typically tolerated the cold, and since their arrival here years ago, that tolerance had shrunk to nothing.

Crosswire, on the other servo… didn't really care. As long as she could still function, she could put up with the cold. It didn't mean she had to like it, but she had learned to ignore it.

::Why is it so fragging cold in here?:: Saberline snapped irritably, glaring out at the organics scurrying by. ::I despise the cold. Warm is far more pleasant.::

Crosswire vented lightly, knowing that nothing good was going to come from Saberline working herself up into an even worse mood than usual.

::Saber, calm down.:: -Crosswire

::Calm down? CALM DOWN? You want me to CALM THE FRAG DOWN?:: Saberline snarled back.

::Yes.:: Crosswire replied, feeling more calm than she thought she would be. ::You'll overheat your systems again, and there's not going to be anything I can do about it if you do.::

As if sensing the distress that the other femme was attempting to hide from her partner, Saberline deflated. As much as she didn't want to just calm down- they were captives, for Primus' sake- Crosswire did have a point. And she knew that the other femme was a natural caregiver- it was in her coding to try and look after anybot around her.

::Sorry.:: -Saberline

::I know.:: -Crosswire

::But it is fragging cold.:: Saberline muttered unintentionally over the link, causing Crosswire to suppress the urge to vent. Yes, she could see exactly how this solar cycle was going to go. While Saberline was, for the most part, the mature, slightly vicious warrior femme, she also had a far more impulsive and sometimes whiny side to herself.

This on her processor, the smaller of cassette settled herself down for a short recharge, silently hoping that when she onlined again she would no longer be in this Pit spawned house of horrors.