Chapter One:
Kidnapped, Prime, Kidnapped
Date: June 14, 2007
The war was over. The Decepticons had won.
Optimus Prime had barely escaped with his life. After the fighting had finished and the Decepticons had moved on, things had quieted down enough for the small team of Autobots to
return, they immediately began a search for Optimus. Night had fallen and underneath the dim light of the half moon they had discovered his broken body on the ground.
It had been Bumblebee who had discovered him first, covered in dirt and dust. The bright yellow scout had been stumbling along the main street, wading through rubble and debris
from collapsed skyscrapers that had lined the street, and calling Optimus's name through hurriedly repaired vocal processors, causing his voice to crack and squeak as if he was a teenage
boy going through puberty. The Autobot couldn't help but feel a sense of pity for the humans that had lost their homes because of the battle that had been started because of their arrival
on Earth. Just then, his foot hit something hard, something cold and metallic. On pure instinct, the three story autonomous robot looked down, and slowly his baby blue optics adjusted to
the darkness below him. At first it was just an outline, and then it slowly became more and more solid, filling itself with shape and color. Bumblebee then knew that he was looking at the
broken body of his leader, Optimus Prime.
He began screaming for Rachet, yelling that he had found Optimus's body, his vocals screeching in protest at the sudden over-use, causing them to shut down once more, plunging the
bot into muteness once more. Moments later, his audio receptors picked up the sounds of four heavy sets of footfalls racing toward the spot where Bumblebee was standing, as fast as
the broken street would allow. Deep in the back of Bumblebee's CPU, he vaguely recalled thinking about what would happen if any Decepticons had been on the premise when he began
yelling for Rachet. Of course they would come running, wanting to be rewarded for killing the last of the Autobots on Earth.
Fortunately, luck was with them and no Decepticons appeared on the horizon, only Rachet and Ironhide materialized out of the gloom, optics dimming, seeing their broken leader.
Rachet had immediately bent down, in order to run diagnostics. When this task was completed, the neon yellow medic informed the two that there still was a chance of Optimus survival, if
he was to be operated on then and there. A silent agreement was made then. If they wanted to save their ravaged leader, something needed to be done now.
"Do it." Ironhide's navy blue optics shimmered as he vocalized what all three warriors had wanted to say. That was all it took for Rachet to begin preparing the necessary tools. Then
the loud whine of a buzz saw cut through the silence of night and sparks flew like fireflies as the saw began to connect with Optimus's leg.
A Week after the fall of Mission City
Date: June 21, 2007
Optimus Prime awoke to a splitting processor ache and it felt like every part of his being was on fire. Groaning, he pulled himself into a sitting position, and fought the feeling of
fuzziness that threatened to send him back into a forced recharge. Rachet entered the room, and his eyes lit up when he saw Optimus.
"Oh good, you've finally come back online, Prime." Rachet approached the monitor screen that (as far as Optimus could tell) was showing his stats.
"My CPU feels like someone smashed it in half with a rock." Optimus moaned. Rachet turned to his commander with a concerned look, but said nothing. Then it came back to him in a
rush. The battle, his defeat at the hands of his arch-nemesis, Megatron. And also…
"Rachet." He looked over from whatever he was doing, watching one of his oldest friend, his deep blue optics clouded worriedly.
"Yes?" He asked his question quickly, feeling the need to shake this worry out of his spark.
"What happened to the humans?" Rachet walked toward Optimus, his gaze directed at his feet. Optimus felt that dread he wanted to be rid of rekindle, burning brighter then before.
If his medical officer, one of the more steady minded of the team looked ashamed, he had good reason to worry.
"They are...gone sir." Optimus immediately jumped to conclusions, fearing the worse.
"It's all my fault." He muttered sadly, clenching his fists hard, practically denting the metallic berth he'd been resting on.
"No it's not Prime, it's our faults for not defending them better. And besides you couldn't worry about them in the middle of fighting Megatron." Rachet put a comforting hand on Optimus
shoulder. He hated watching his leader tear himself up like this.
"No it is my fault...I let the humans become involved in our problems...in our war...and now, because of it, they're all dead." Rachet looked directly at Prime, his optics alight with a sad
glow for the loss of their human companions. 'They…they were all so young….' Prime thought, shutting his optics off.
"I almost wish they were, Prime, I almost wish they were." Optimus's optics turned on with a soft click of surprise. He looked deeply into Rachet's icy blue optics, confused.
"What's that supposed to mean? They're not dead?" He asked, not daring to hope that somehow the humans survived the ordeal. That maybe somehow they were recovered. Primus,
he'd even take it if they were in a coma! But his hope, that tiny little sparkle of light that had appeared flitted away at Ratchet's words.
"They were kidnapped, Prime, Kidnapped."
Author's Note: So there you have it! The first edited chapter of Kidnapped! I hope you all enjoyed it! So, clicky the little button at the bottom...? Please?
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, Apple, iPods, Dick's Sporting Goods or any songs used in this fic. Sad huh...? Nah, probably not...