So, now this is finished. I couldn't bear leaving Mirage like that. And heed my warning: I abuse lines here.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Transformers.
When Mirage woke up again, he was alone. His lower body ached horrbily, as did the several other places where he had been dented. Thankfully his codpiece had been replaced by someone, as he couldn't do it himself. There was alot of dried lubricant and some energon on his thighs, painfully obvious on the white plating.
Mirage felt... empty. Empty and disgusted to the pit. He was disgusted both with himslef and with Meagtron. He hadn't thought the Commander would sink so low...
The mere thought of Megatron made his tanks churn. He desperatly wished he could clean himself.
Mirages CPU was filled with conflicting emotions. He wished that someone would save him, and at the same time he didn't want anyone to see him that way: chained to a wall and splattered with lubricant. He cursed his interface equipment, that was made to be pleasing to use, no matter who it was that used with. Thankfully their spark interfacing hadn't initiated a bond; Mirage thought he would have died emotionally if that had been the case.
But most of all, he hated Megatron. He hated him, and he feared him.
The door at the end of the hallway hissed open.
Megatron was a happy mech. He was utterley contented, sitting in his quarters with an energon cube in hand. His systems was still humming with energy from the overload he'd received earlier.
It hadn't really been planned, at unfortunately he hadn't got hold of any information. But instead he'd got hold of Mirage...
Megatron had always thought Mirage was something of a looker. The noble-mech had an air of nobility, and was quite pleasing to the optics. But the mech had more worth then that. It was rare to find someone with an electro-disruptor as powerful as Mirages. He would be a valuable asset to the Decepticons. Megatron hoped Hook could help with convincing Mirage to join; a surgery would certainly improve his attitude. And afterwards, when Mirage was a loyal Decepticons, he surely wouldn't mind interfacing with his Commander.
Alone in his quarters, Megatron started to laugh.
It was Jazz.
Shock was clear on his face as he looked at Mirage, but he quickly hid it. He was unusually silent as he stepped into the cell and freed Mirage, noticing how he shuddered every time the saboteurs digits brushed against his plating. Jazz was filled with an uncharacteristic hate toward the person that had done such a thing to Mirage.
"Come on, 'Raj. Let's get yah outta here."
Mirage sat by himself in a corner of the common-room, with a barely touched energon cube in hand. Everyone at the ARC knew that Mirage had been interrogated, and they knew that he hadn't said anything. They didn't, however, know how he had been interrogated. Prime had told them not to ask Mirage about it, and none of them did. The empty look in Mirages optics scared even the twins.
Hound was worried. Or rather, worried didn't even begin to cover what the was. He grabbed a cube of energon, and walked over to Mirage, taking the seat next to him.
Mirage looked at him quickly, and the looked down almost immediatly. Hound didn't say anything, he simply sat there and kept Mirage company. He had a sneaking suspicion of exactly how Mirage had been interrogated, and he wouldn't press him into talking if he didn't want to. But he hoped that Mirage would.
"Mirage. If you ever, you know, want to talk or something, I want you to know that i will listen to you."
Mirage looked at him, and then smiled a shakey smile.
"I know."