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Chapter one –

The Decepticon smirked and leaned in closer to the struggling figure in his grasp. The small figure was struggling best as it could, and while it knew it was going nowhere, it continued.
After a minute or so, it stopped, finally out of breath. It panted quietly and resorted to giving the Decepticon a death glare.
"Well." The Decepticon concluded in his deep, booming voice.
"We both know that your friends are fighting to save their lives – yet don't realized that they are trapped in a gas room. You, however, found out, and I am surprised that you came to actually try to stop me." The Decepticon smirked victoriously, and the figure looked away.
"I don't know how, however, you found me." The Decepticon now frowned and narrowed his eyes, as to study the figure he was holding, who looked back to meet the speaker's eyes. The angry glint in the smaller's eyes was unmistakable – and for a second, they had a sarcastic glint, which soon vanished.
"You're a little too big to miss, you know." It said, and then grimaced as the Decepticon tightened its grip.
"You truly are an odd one. But since you went to all of this trouble, I'll tell you my plan. I was going to have my men retreat, and gas the room with gas fatal to humans and robots. It is fatal to robots because the gas is acidic." The figure now looked shocked, and the Decepticon chuckled.
"Tell you what. When they die, and I take over the universe, I'll let you be my pet." The figure now glared again.
"I'd rather kill myself." The Decepticon frowned again.
"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" The Decepticon earned a thoughtful expression, and then smiled again.
"How about this: If I gas and kill them, they all die, but so do you. Now, I can give them a knockout gas instead, but on one condition." The figure breathed in sharply.
"What is it?" It asked, gripping the Decepticon's hand even harder, as if it were about to drop it. The Decepticon laughed.
"I will do the same to you…I have an experiment to try out on you…I will erase your existence from everyone's memories. However, you keep your memories. I want you to understand what this is." The figure was filled with dread, and after a while, the Decepticon added, "So, I guess that it will be B?" Slowly, the figure nodded.
"Good." The Decepticon said, and then turned on his radio. "Starscream, I want you to retreat and release the knockout gas. Then proceed with my Plan 4A." He hesitated, and then relaxed when the radio burst into life with Starscream's voice.
"Yes, Megatron. I understand." Megatron smiled, looked at the figure in his arms, and smiled wider. With a simple flick of one of his fingers, he hit the figure on the head and its body slumped, now unconscious.

Bud bolted up from his position on the floor with his blanket thrown over him. He was breathing fast, and his eyes were unfocused for a few seconds.
He gasped for breath for a few minutes before looking around, like he had all of the other times that he had that nightmare, now fully aware.
He groaned and let himself fall back into his previous position. He stared at the ceiling, sighed, and then sat up again. He was sitting in the corner of a dark and spacious room, one about one and a half the times of his old room, except this one was incredibly bare.
He stood and leaned heavily against the wall to support him. He looked around, spotting the door, which was in the corner in front of him, against the wall.
In the corner to his right was a small swivel chair in front of a large screen with lots of mini-screens around it, suspended by metal wires. They were showing a picture of silent static.
Ignoring it and checking the last and empty corner, Bud slowly departed from his wall. He focused on the door once more.
He walked over to it and reached out to open it. He then paused, sighed, and turned around to survey his room once more.
The only thing in the room other than him and the monitor and its chair was his blanket. Bud looked at the monitor again, and decided to check it.
He walked over to it and sat in the chair that was attached to the large monitor. While glancing once more around the room, he turned to the monitors, turned them on and viewed them, resting his head on his hands.
After giving a heavy sigh, he switched the monitors to show different camera views with one hand while keeping the other one under his chin. His fingers moved quickly over the keys, his eyes staying on the monitors, never even looking at the keyboard.
He viewed some more scenes and smiled sincerely at them, and then turned all but one off again and got up. He changed his clothes, from a white tank top and white sweats to another white tank top and black pants. He walked over to the door and hesitated again.
Taking a deep breath, he leaned in to the door, and pressed his ear against it. Yes, he did hear someone sitting outside there, but which person was it?
He held his breath and listened more intently, and then heard a certain clicking noise of metal joints moving ever so slightly, like someone was moving their foot.
Bug smiled to himself, frowned and unbolted his door, and paused. He smiled, shook his head, and then opened his door, jumping out of it and scaring the being outside of it greatly.
"Good morning!" Bud said happily, as well as loudly.
The being smiled apologetically, and then relaxed from his sudden fighting stance he had made when he had been scared.
He had been the one most against the reason for Bud being here in the first place, supported Bud, and was the one that got along the best with him.
"It is still hard to believe that you can be this happy after all that has happened in the past two months." He said, and Bud shrugged, frowning a bit.
"Well, what else choice do I have?" He said, and smiled. "Besides, I can't always look to the past, even though it might be part of my future." He asked, and the other chuckled.
"Good point. Are you going to the indoor garden now?" He asked, and Bud nodded.
"You're coming with me, right?" He asked, and the being nodded again.
"I don't have a choice, even if I didn't want to go. I like the garden, even if the others don't." Bud chuckled, and elbowed his 'friend's knee.
"Some manly guy you are, eh?" The other gained an offended look, and a guilty one at the same time.
"Well, I am the King of the Jungle."
"Whatever you say, Scourge, whatever you say." Bud answered back, and the two walked down the aisle.

In Bud's room, the one monitor, in the corner, and being the smallest one, showed the Main Control room on Optimus's ship, and then switched to the Hangar Bay and other rooms where the unsuspecting Autobots and co. were moving about.

Bud hummed happily as he walked to a large door inside a different sector of the ship.
He entered a code into a small password bank, and the doors opened.
In order to keep Bud at least a little happy, occupied, and away from annoying others, he was given a garden area to raise, keep, and protect. And although he was small, he had a lot of free time on his hands, and so the garden was pretty large; it took up the entire room, which was about the size of three quarters of the Main room on Optimus's ship.
Bud entered the garden to see the large areas of green surrounding one large tiled center with smaller paths leading through the sea of plant-life. He then took a watering can-device from the wall and filled it with water (that came from nowhere, of course). He then cheerily went from plant to plant while watering them.
Seeing as he was the leader of the Jungle Planet, and he had an interest in plants, Scourge followed Bud, probably enjoying watching the flowers give into the water and blossom as much as the kid before him.
See, the plants had been purchased at different planets, and most of these plants had "special qualities". Most of them, if not all, had a consciousness, and even talked to Bud. They helped Bud keep occupied.
After he had finished watering the plants, Bud started a conversation with a beautiful tree that had large red leaves, and another tree that was incredibly young, for it had been planted recently, and that grew on anything. They were Joan and Sam, respectively, as Joan was "female" and Sam was "male".
He finished the conversation, Scourge had noticed, and had begun to look around the ceiling of the ship, which was also covered completely in a moss-type plant, the same type of plant as Sam. Before Scourge could ask what it was, the ship shuddered and the alarm went off.
They had been hit by something, and were being sent from Earth's orbit into its atmosphere.

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That is my first chapter, Yay! I'll try to work on both stories at once, so…yeah!