Title: Hidden Truth

Author: Poly Bookworm

Fandom: Transformers (movieverse/bayverse) with G1 influence

Summary: Fear, pain, and hopelessness where a few choice feeling that summed up Subject 00472's status. He was locked up by the government for painful experiments, missing his new alien friends, and couldn't understand the longing feeling in his heart. Something needed to be done and he hoped that the one person he longed for would find him.

Pairings: BumblebeexSam

Rating: M

Warnings: mentions of torture, strong language

Author's Note: So hey guys! This is my first story and I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to leave a review (positive or negative), anything helps! Tell me if I should continue or stop while I am ahead.

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Chapter 1: Just the Beginning

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"Subject 00472," a woman spoke into a microphone to communicate with the scientists in the operating area. She stood in a room connected to the subject's operation area by a special bulletproof and radiation-proof window. The woman glanced down at a chart on her clipboard. "I see its heart rate is above average and its blood pressure is a little high."

"Of course its high!" the subject spat, glaring at the women through the window. "You people have me tied down against my will! When I get outta here, I'll make sure my Autobot buddies-"

Somewhere to the subject's left, a scientist in a HAZMAT suit gagged him with a cloth. The subject's muffled cries began to quiet down, but he thrashed helplessly against the Velcro restraints.

The women leaned down a pressed the button on the speaker again, ignoring the subject's fights. "How is his radiation level, Doctor Jameson?"

A man in a HAZMAT suit touched a button on the side of his helmet. "Still insanely high. Nothing we have given him has changed the fact that the radiation is still off the charts." The subject turned his glare towards Doctor Jameson; he couldn't see the man's face behind the reflective glass of his helm. "I'm surprised the subject his so healthy…" Doctor Jameson paused before adding, "And alive for that matter."

"Hmm," the women spoke, "and what about its bone structure?"

Doctor Jameson glanced at a computer sitting next to the subject, which had an x-ray image of the subject on it. "Still changing. My most logical guess is that his bones are changing into some kind of metallic substance, but not any metal I have ever encountered," he explained, occasionally pointing to parts of the x-ray.

The women, Doctor Goldden, leaned closer to the protective glass, trying to get a better look. "Interesting," she mused, "and its organs?"

"Becoming more dense," Doctor Jameson responded timidly. "It seems like his body is changing to accommodate the radiation."

The head scientists scoffed, "Human bodies cannot accommodate to such things in such a short amount of time, Doctor Jameson. You know that; it has taken the human race over millions of years to evolve, not mere weeks. Get your head out of your ass and make logical evaluations, not this science-fiction mumbo-jumbo."

"Yes, Doctor Goldden. Please forgive me."

Doctor Goldden ignored his half-assed apology. She continued, "Is the bio-recorder still functional?"

"Yes, ma'am. Planting it under the brain stem has allowed us to collect much information about his ever-changing vitals."

"And the electro-wave generator?"

"O-one hundred percent functional," Doctor Jameson stuttered. He hated the electro-wave generator; it was Doctor Goldden's way of controlling the subject. He inwardly shuddered.

"Good." A sadistic grin appeared on the women's face as she looked down at the clipboard in her hand, flipping through of the papers, and scoffed again. "You said in your earlier report that there was an incident this morning." She waited for Doctor Jameson nod and continued. "What was it? Your report does not include many details."

Doctor Jameson frowned behind his helm. "We lost a heart monitor," he said bluntly.

"You lost a heart monitor? How the hell do you just lose a heart monitor?"

"Well," Doctor Jameson muttered, searching his brain for the right words, "the heart monitor came alive, Doctor Goldden."

"Alive?" The women asked, narrowing her eyes at the man in the HAZMAT suit. "You expect me to-"

Doctor Jameson turned away from the mirror and instructed his assistant to bring something out. The assistant wheeled a cage, on top of a cart, out into the operating area. Inside the cage was a small mechanical creature, huddled in the corner of the cage, away from the humans. Once the subject was in view, the mechanical creature clicked and whirled happily and reached out to touch Subject 00472. The subject stopped struggling against his restraints and gave the mechanical creature the best reassuring smile he could muster from behind his gag. The little robot let out a number of clicks and jumped up excitedly in his cage. Before any of the scientists could register what happened, the little robot cut through a few of the metal bars of his cage and leapt for the subject, latching onto the subject torso.

The scientist let out a surprised cry and jumped away from the subject and the robot.

"Get that abomination back in its cage and away from our subject," Dr. Goldden commanded in the microphone. "We can't risk the experiments!"

A few of the scientists glanced nervously between the head scientist behind her protective window and the subject with his heart-bot. They watched as the little bot rubbed his mechanical head affectionately against the subject's bare chest, stopping to listen to the subject's heart momentarily. It beeped and chatted happily as it patted the area above the subject's heart.

"What are you imbeciles waiting for?" Dr. Goldden screech, slapping her hands down onto the microphone angrily, causing everyone to jump at the sudden high pitched screeching noise.

"Doct… I don't think… we shoul..." Dr. Jameson stuttered, watching the small robot closely.

"I don't give a fuck what you think you should or shouldn't do!" Dr. Goldden yelled, glaring down at Dr. Jameson. "I am the head and you listen to me!" Dr. Jameson flinched away from the women, even if there was a bulletproof, radiation-proof glass between them. He nodded numbly and made his way towards the old heart monitor. Once he grabbed the little robot, it emitted a loud, ear-splitting cry of despair as it was separated from his creator once again. The subject began to struggle ten-fold as the cries of his kin reached his ears.

"Hold the subject down!" yelled one of the scientists, who weren't preoccupied with the little robot. "Sedate him, quick!" Two other scientists scrambled to sedate the subject.

After a few long moments, the anesthesia was working on the subject and his little robot was locked up in another large steel cage.

The subject's head drowsily felt to the side and looked at Dr. Jameson straight in the face with a pitiful expression.

Dr. Jameson gave him a sympathetic frown, although the subject couldn't see it. Last time Dr. Jameson checked, he didn't sign up for this shit. He didn't want to see the poor kid suffer. He wanted to be a scientist to find cures for cancer or find a new vaccine, not torture humans for the military's gain. Life sure sucked sometimes.

"Get that creature out of the room before it causes another panic," Dr. Goldden instructed calmly, flicking her wrist towards the exit to the experimentation room.

"Yes, ma'am," Dr. Jameson said, his frown deepening. Soon the little heart-bot was escorted out of the room and the tension seemed to disappear.

The subject turned his head to stare at the large doors where his bot had been taken through. His vision began to blur and his breathing slowed. Before his world went black one word crossed his mind… Help.

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"Dr. Goldden."

The head scientist whirled around to face her personal assistant. "Yes, Ashley." This better be important, the doctor thought angrily. She had been interrupted from her observation of Subject 00472.

"Um, its Amanda-" but Amanda's voice trailed off at the look of Dr. Goldden's face. Acting as if nothing happened she continued after she cleared her throat. "A 'Mr. Prime' is on the phone for you in your office. He said it's very important."

Fuck! Perfect, just perfect! I have to bullshit to a giant alien robot. Just the cherry to top of this fucking day.

"Alright." Dr. Goldden briskly left the observation deck, Amanda on her heels, and marched to her office a few doors down. She slammed the door shut in Amanda's face and seated herself behind her large mahogany desk. She glared at the phone for a moment, but after a few mental curses on a particular alien race, she placed the receiver to her ear.

"This is Dr. Goldden."

"Good evening, Dr. Goldden," replied a strong, metallic voice.

"Optimus Prime," she said, trying to keep the venom out of her voice. "How are you this fine evening?"

"Worried, I must admit," he - "it" its a fucking alien robot! - said gently. "How is young Samuel?"

"He is better today. His vital are improving and the radiation damage is healing with the medication he is on," she lied, rolling a pencil between her fingers. "He won't be one hundred percent for quite a long time."

Prime let out a very audible sigh. "I would feel much better if you would let our medical professional take a look at him."

Goldden wanted to laugh at him. "No offense Prime, but my medical professionals have much more experience with the human anatomy. Plus, you and your 'men' continuously release a flow of radiation, do you want to force the boy's body to take on more radiation trauma?"

"No, of course not, Dr. Goldd-"

"Then let my men work in peace and when the boy is ready to be released, he will be."

"I only ask for your permission to have my medical officer observe the boy at a safe distance while you continue your medical work," Prime said, even his voice over the phone was intimidating.

"I can not have anyone unauthorized enter my facility, Prime."

"Please, just think about it. Samuel is very close to my team and he means a lot to each and every one of us. We haven't heard from him in two weeks and we are extremely worried."

"You have nothing to be worried about, he is under the best care," Goldden said, rolling her eyes as she did so. "He is under the care of humans, where he belongs."

Prime sighed again. "I… Just make sure he is better soon."

"I'm doing my best, Prime." Distracting fucking phone calls aren't helping, you overgrown tin can.

"Thank you, Dr. Goldden," his said gently.

Goldden grunted, "Yeah, sure. Goodbye, Prime."

"Goodbye Dr. Gol-"

Dr. Goldden slammed the phone on the receiver, the device groaning from under her hand. She placed her elbows on her desk and rested her head in the palms of her hand, rubbing her temples slightly. Today just wasn't her day.

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Published: April 18, 2012