AN: I am a big fan of Hook. Strange, I know, but I've always seen him as something of a well-mannered serial killer. Imagine the lovechild of Mr. Darcy and Sweeney Todd and you might get an idea.

Medbay on the Nemesis was held in the same regard as the smelting pits. If a report read "unconscious in medbay" the others tended to equate that phrase with "doomed". It wasn't because of Mixmaster or Scrapper, or even Bonecrusher, all of whom tended to sneer upon the idea of repairing their comrades. Long Haul did nothing but complain and wasn't often found in medbay period and Scavenger was still too young and meek to be allowed to use the tools much less perform even the simplest medical procedures.

No, the danger lay with the oldest of the Constructicon brood: Hook. If he wasn't working on a project with his fellows he could be found in medbay or in his lab. No one had ever set foot in Hook's lab and lived to tell about it. Megatron didn't even send Autobot prisoners to Hook, instead sending them to Vortex, who was by far much more merciful than the deranged medic.

/Hook!/ Megatron called over the comm. Link, the medic pausing in his latest project before answering in his usual tone.

/Yes?/

/Come into the Control Room, I believe I have something that will be of interest to you…/

Hook blinked before calling back in the affirmative.

Hook was more slender than his fellows, his red visor making his sculpted face seem narrower. He walked gracefully and was painfully polite, but his sharp tongue and aloof nature put many of his fellows off.

There was a loud ruckus coming from the Control Room and Hook sneered. Sounded like a brawl. Whatever would interest him in his comrades tearing one another apart so that he would have to put them back together?

There was a shrill shriek and Hook was surprised as a slender form was tossed his way, his arms shooting out reflexively to catch it.

"Ah, Hook, so glad you could meet our guest," Megatron grinned from his throne, watching the medic shove the prisoner to the ground. "Meet our dear friend, Autobot Sniper, Bluestreak."

"Gaah!" Bluestreak scrambled backwards and Hook grinned lop-sidedly as the Datsun, noting the table set up in the center of the room.

"We've met before, haven't we, Sweetspark?"

"Get away from me, filth!" Bluestreak shrieked, scrambling over the table, keeping the object between himself and Hook. The Decepticon Medic slinked around the room, circling the smaller mech like a cat stalking a frightened bird.

"Filth, am I?" Hook asked, sneering as he reached behind his back to grab his crane hook.

"Kaon filth from the slagging pit!" Bluestreak shrieked, stumbling backwards. Hook suddenly threw his reel at the youngling, snapping the long cord so that the hook on the end looped around Bluestreak's waist, pinning his arms to his side as Hook cracked his temporary whip, reeling the Autobot in deftly. "Let me go!"

"But we had so much fun last time, My Sweet…" Hook whispered into the Datsun's audio, holding him tightly to his chest.

There were hoots and whistles along with crude remarks from the crowd gathered in the Control Room but Hook ignored them as he turned Bluestreak around and slammed him into the table. He removed his Crane with a hiss of pressurized air and a series of sharp clicks before he began to bind the squirming Autobot to the table, legs and arms spread, doorwings twitching over the edge of the round surface, his head lolling and tossing as he tried to struggle out of his bind.

"That's much better." Hook sighed, clicking open his subspace compartments and flicking his favorite scalpel out. "Brings back memories, hmm?"

"Let me go…" Bluestreak whimpered and Hook grinned.

"But we had so much fun last time…"

"No! No, I hate you! I hate you, Hook!" Hook blinked before he grinned.

"No you don't." He laughed, reaching out with his scalpel and flicking the crackling energon blade over the youngling's chest, abdomen and pelvic armor, the armor popping and curling while Bluestreak shrieked in pain.

"Hook! Hook, stop!" Bluestreak tried to buck off of the table but Hook was already on top of him, tearing open his armor, energon spurting across his face as wires and energon lines were ruptured. Bluestreak choked on his own energon, whimpering as Hook grinned and began to lap up his life-fluids.

"You always were the sweetest little whore." Hook chuckled, energon dribbling down his chin and body, his hand covered in it as he traced the intricacies of Bluestreak's protoform.

Mechs were actually becoming slightly horrified as Hook began to meticulously take Bluestreak's chest apart, removing his fuel pomps and tanks before jerking out the park chamber, the sphere connected to Bluestreak's body by a small umbilical cord. Hook rolled it in his hand experimentally and Bluestreak whimpered and gasped, arching weakly into the careful touch. Hook smirked and placed the spark aside.

"We'll be getting to that later, my sweet."

"What is he doing?"

"I don't know…" The whispers filled the room along with Bluestreaks confused cries. Hook pulled out a strange mechanism from his subspace and Bluestreak gasped as a series of clicks emitted from the object and several long mechanical tentacles emerged from the object. He squirmed as Hook looked over the item before looking down at Bluestreak's interfacing hardware. He was a port mech so Hook had a perfectly good orfice to shove his tool into.

"Please… Don't…" Bluestreak whimpered and Hook grinned.

"Don't do what? This?" Hook jammed the object into Bluestreak's port, breaking past the seal easily. Bluestreak jerked and howled, feeling the tentacles wrapping around his motor cables. He jerked and whined, staring up at Hook as the tentacles strummed the cables, causing his pelvis to jerk upwards rhythmically. Hook grinned and jerked the rod further in, sending electrical shocks through it sharply.

Bluestreak whined and writhed, the other mechs in the room cringing as Hook dropped the rod, still impaled in the smaller mech, and walked around to his face.

"Now let's see…" Hook reached down and tweaked Bluestreak's chevron before his long fingers traced bright blue optics. "Such an unsightly color." Hook sneered, his finger scraping the sensitive optical glass. Bluestreak whined and his optics flickered as Hook finally managed to puncture the glass with his thumb, the rolling optic flickering and sparking, the agony of the sensitive circuitry exposed to the air causing Bluestreak to go limp, unable to fight it any longer.

"Stay with me, My Sweet." Hook chuckled, slicing a clean line down Bluestreak's face from his chevron to his chin. The other mechs cringed and tried not to look away as the thin dermal plating was peeled away to expose Bluestreak's base skeletal and protoform structure.

"Such a pretty face." Hook chuckled, tossing the facial plates aside before he went back to the shock rod. He jerked it out, pulling Bluestreak's motor cables out as well, the youngling letting out a series of staticky sparkling-like clicks and squeals, the most base sounds of pain and fear a mech could make.

"Finish this, Hook." Megatron's indifferent voice called and Hook grinned, picking up the still fluttering spark within its spherical chamber. He carefully cut open the thin glass, spark plasma leaking onto his fingers as he lifted the chamber to his lips, swallowing the spark like the finest energon.

Skywarp trembled and turned away, retching and regurgitating the energon in his fuel tanks, Votrex turning his gaze away as Megatron smirked and leaned back in his throne.

Bluestreak's body gave a final death rattle before going a stark gray, his remaining optic going offline in death.

Hook looked up, the glowing blue plasma coating his lips as he looked up with a grin, his tongue running over his sharp denta, savoring the taste as he turned to Megatron.

"By your leave, my Lord." He chuckled and Megatron waved him off. Hook turned to leave, glancing at the corpse before him. He picked up the faceplate and spark chamber, subspacing the items, before tearing off the elegant doorwings, walking out of the room without a second glance to the corpse.

Hook sat in his lab, the truck-bed chair creaking under his weight as he lounged within it lazily, chin resting on his palm as he licked his fingers of the energon and spark plasma residue.

He had repaired Bluestreak's faceplate and it now decorated his wall, the doorwings connected to the large fan behind the grating made of energon tubing, the soft glow of LED lights laced through the delicate tubing illuminating the lab with a pale green glow. Hook walked over to his desk, placing the spark chamber down on the seeker wing surface before fishing around in his meticulously organized tool kit for an engraver. The tiny tool buzzed to life and squealed loudly as Hook engraved Bluestreak's name in his neat script on the surface, blowing away glass dust before placing the orb on a shelf littered with many more.

Hook hummed and laid back in his chair, watching the light glinting off of the mobile made of glass shards of seeker-cockpits and ground bound mech's windshields, lulled to recharge to visit dreams of his young mate wrapped in his arms.

"Scalpel…" He sighed, drifting into stasis slowly.

He had been one of the brightest students of the Academy, though he was often overlooked due to being somewhat more average than other mechs. Starscream, Perceptor and Skyfire were all well known, but Scalpel had been a small shadow in a corner compared to the brightly shining students before him. He would mumble and constantly be jotting down notes on his datapads, always so much smaller and hunched over than the others around him, his magnified eyes dissecting the world before him.

He had always had the more… morbid… science projects as well, and that was part of what had drawn Hook to him. He and Scavenger had gone to the science exhibition on the younger mech's request – the others being too busy to take the youngest sibling – and Hook had instantly looked around him in disgust.

He was appalled by the crude construction and engineering of the mechanisms and experiments displayed, casting the entire thing aside as a joke. He had gone up to almost ever booth and mocked the invention before turning to the inventor and delivering similar harsh treatment while Scavenger was content to ignore his gestalt mate and play around with the items before him.

But when Hook caught sight of Scalpel… He was struck dumb. He stared at the younger mech who stood so proudly, a patchwork of second-hand parts, a pair of small, skeletal doorwings, a glass chestplate displaying his inner workings, wheeled feet and a single clawed hand, the other modified with long blades for each finger, sitting in a chair looking incredibly bored with a deactivated drone next to him. His large blood red optics looked up as Hook approached and a small smirk formed on the engineer's face as he walked over, observing the chair.

"And what would this experiment be?"

"This is being experiment in interrogation." The accent was a heavy Polyhexian one and the mech stood, placing the drone in the chair.

Hook watched with morbid fascination as the mech explained the machine, the chair humming to life softly and several long tendrils latched onto the drone, drilling small holes with their spiked tips into the cranium, invading and connecting to the main processors and extracting information from it. The drone convulsed and electric impulses fired through the tentacles into the processors, draining more energy and power from the machine before finally the drone shuddered and went limp, clattering in its seat. Hook stared at the drone before looking at Scalpel.

"That was incredibly sick, twisted and sadistic." He stated before leaning forward with a grin. "I like that…" Hook held out his hand, palm facing the other mech. "My name is Hook."

There were several ways the younger mech could respond to this, Hook was surprised when he got a once over before the smaller mech reached up and slid his spindly claws through the gaps between Hook's fingers, smirking as he initiated the invitation.

"Scalpel."

Hook groaned and opened his eyes, looking around his lab. He whined at the loss of his mate that he suffered every time he woke up, feeling his empty spark throb. He could almost feel the lingering of thin, welded lips on his mouth.

He sighed and sat upright, his truck-bed chair groaning and creaking on its axles as he moved, slumping against his work table built from seeker wings, staring at the unfinished body before him. It was thin and skeletal, with wide red eyes set that they could magnify infinitely and a familiar long, bladed hand made of energon blades. Hot energon pumped through various lines connected to metal pumps across the room and Hook ducked and wove through the veritable web of life support wires and lines. He finally made it to the small computer terminal, beginning the tedious task of typing code.

A mech's personality wasn't determined by their spark, unlike what many less educated mech believed. A mech could have been a perfectly wonderful Autobot, but the removal and implantation of certain codes and commands would be able to render even the staunchest Autobot supporter a merciless killer… Scalpel had been an expert on these sort of things, his methods unconventional and inevitably cruel but his genius had been unmatched.

There was a banging at his door and Hook didn't look up as it hissed open, glancing up to see one of the Seekers.

"Umm… H-hey, Hook… Yeah, I accidentally did something to my wing… It's nothing big but I was wondering if you could-" There was an obnoxious screech and Hook jumped, turning to see Skywarp standing in front of him, watching in horror as the jet's own left wing – connected to his body by a few measly wires and energon lines – fell to the ground. Energon gushed from the wound and Skywarp crumpled to the ground. He was never good with pain, unlike Starscream. Hook sighed whistfully. Now there was a mech who could handle agony – who literally craved it… He had gotten a few good overloads from the lustful seeker throwing himself at the medic whenever he was repaired. By far, his most favorite patient.

Hook returned to his typing, waiting for Skywarp's self repairs to cut off the leaks. The injuries weren't life threatening, after all. A pity…

THREE MONTHS LATER…

No one would ever fathom why Hook saved the young Autobot medical apprentice, First Aide. He could chalk it up to temporary insanity – he had, after all, shot the young brat after he was hauled out of Menasor's way – but his real reason was only known to his fellow Gestaltmates: He wanted the mech's spark.

First Aide was like Scalpel in Autobot form: gentle and kind and understanding, but firm and not someone to be trifled with. Oh, he lacked the Decepticon's blatant sadism and lust for energon, but codes could be deleted and rewritten… Mechs could be changed very easily…

First Aide stared up at Hook after being tackled out of the way of the large combiner, trembling ever so slightly as Hook stared down at him, face impassive and hands braced on either side of his head.

"Thank you." Aide whispered meekly and Hook glared at him before standing up and pulling out his blaster, firing a shot at the Autobot's leg. Aide screamed and curled up, shuddering with pain and Hook turned and left, returning to field repairs and fighting off the enemy from his patients.

A loud roar and one of the Dinobots was charging him, hands balled up into fists, ready to maul the Constructicon medic.

"Me Slag no like Decepticons!" Hook sighed and turned, staring at the mech until he was within reach of the large arms. Before dodging to the side, his scalpel in hand as he severed several wires in Slag's left arm, rendering them useless, he grabbed Slag's helm and snapped his head back, the Dinobot in absolute shock as the smaller mech sunk his sharp denta into the tender metal of his audial, tearing it out before delving his hand into his cranium.

A primal scream and Megatron's voice over it calling a retreat registered to Hook's crazed mind and he clenched his fist, tearing it out of the bot's head before tossing him aside, the enormous bulk of the dinobot slumping to the ground in a sparking, convulsing heap.

Hook snarled as he tried to pull himself together, his gestalt mates watching him as he stalked through the

"I want to be watching you with the Autobot." Scalpel chuckled, watching his mate prepare his tools as the Autobot youngling whimpered as he tried to release his bonds. The smaller Decepticon was sprawled across the medical berth in the Medbay, Hook watching him with a smirk as he watched his mate, hands sliding over Bluestreak's chest.

"I'm merely supposed to sever his motor functions, nothing more or less."

"But we can be having the "funs" at the same time, Da?" Scalpel smirked, trailing his own fingers over his chest in a parody of Hook's gesture, lingering at his waistline as Hook stroked the area just above pelvic armor, the Datsun squirming and whimpering.

"I suppose…" Bluestreak cried out in horror when Hook's long, four jointed servos plunged into the armor, prying it off to reveal his interfacing hardware. The only way to access motor function cables was through the interfacing array, the sensitive bundle of cables being known as a mech's "sweet spot". It was highly sensitive and if one stimulated the patient correctly it would be incredibly easy to cut off all motor functions.

Hook smirked as he watched Scalpel, the smaller mech mimicking his motions as he thrust his fingers into Bluestreak's valve, the extra long digits easily finding the motor cables and stroking them gently. Bluestreak whimpered as he legs twitched and jerked, his motor functions reacting against his will.

"So beautiful, Da?" Scalpel whimpered as he stood and leaned over Bluestreak, crawling onto the berth and kissing Hook gently, Bluestreak's gaze fixed on the scene.

Hook's fingers curled around the cables and he suddenly jerked them clean out of Bluestreak's port, the younger mech screeching in agony while Scalpel let out an aroused gasp, optics dim with lust as he looked down at Bluestreak's agony twisted face, whimpering and moving to straddle the young mech.

"So beautiful…"