A/N:

Please forgive any cussing in my story. I will tell everyone now, the three most common 'curses' you'll see in my story will be 'damn', 'hell', and 'shit'- nothing major, but it may offend some people, so I'm apologizing right now before I use them: Sorry if I offend you!

Pixie Star Fire, BrittanyMichele, Ryle Culler – thank you so much for reviewing! It's very encouraging to read that you guys want more of my story!

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Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Transformers' Universe except my character and plot deviations. Also, a few of my ideas concerning the All Spark have been influenced and inspired by FaeCat's Science and Fiction (Awesome story!),

Chapter 2

They dragged her back to that room, that glass-like box so alike the box in which the scientists use to bring cell phones and other mechanical devices to life only to quickly snuff that life right back out of them. This glass-like box which had places to attach all her chains was covered with bloodstains, both fresh and old. Cracks littered the floor within, the walls with blood stains in the shapes of bloodied fists served as a cold reminder of the pain that was to come.

The room was barely enough for five 6' guys, but plenty big enough for one person the size of 5'7 to be chained and restrained in. There was no escape from the little, clear room; Artemis knew that well. After the first four times of blowing the room apart from the seams with her fire to stop the pain she or her twin was feeling, the scientists wised up and made the damn room pretty much fire proof with metals that had very high melting points – the same metals they used for her collar, chains, and restraints. How they made the room see-through though, is a mystery she has yet to solve. She's a healer and protector, not a scientist!

The moment her eyes landed on that little glass box was the moment her struggle began anew – there was no way in hell she was going to make her guards' job easy on them. She didn't want to go in there. Artemis had heard Banachek's whispered words of 'as high as you want' to short Mr. Lewis; if she got in that box with him at the control panel Artemis knew without a doubt that he would set it to the highest voltage and leave it there – even she couldn't survive that for very long, and advanced healing or not, there was only so much one body could take.

Frantically pulling, falling, tripping, scorching, and biting she put up a fight for a good half hour, but with four different guards tugging her in different directions to prevent her from mauling one of them, it was hard to do any real damage without just killing them. She would use her fire to lash out and startle, and at times burning them, so she could run past the guards behind her and backtrack a few feet, only to be pulled back and dragged on the floor the few feet she managed to take before repeating the process. When any got too close, Artemis would lash out with her fire, kick, and bite until they moved and she had the freedom to run again. Eventually though, the fight had to end, and in her weakened state, she was the one who lost.

When she heard the telling clink of a lock being placed and a sudden jerk on her neck and waist, she knew she had lost. Pulling back her green fire immediately after hearing that click, she began conserving as much energy as possible – she needed it, that fire she was made of to survive. She watched with detached eyes as her guards finished attaching her restraints to the walls and floor – her ankles to the floor, the chain around her waist to the wall behind her, her collar's chain to the ceiling, and the chains around her wrists, the cuffs now separated from each other, to a place high on the walls left and right of her. In front of her behind protective walls were the two scientists; Stewart's face was bored and uninterested while Lewis looked ready to bounce up and down like a kid in a candy store for the first time. Both had those blasted goggles on and her guards were long gone. She didn't need her empathy to tell her what was going to happen. She didn't need her empathy to show her their intentions. She knew even without her instinct yelling at her to get away, to escape, just by looking at their goggled faces. Her last coherent thought would have been counted as a 'Smart Alec' remark by her twin had he still been there with her: she really hated when she was right.

Artemis screamed. Saying the electrical currents flowing through her body were painful was the understatement of the year. She screamed. The electrical blue lights raced and wrapped around her body in a cruel embrace, shocking every nerve they touched. She screamed. The currents burned and created new levels of pain from her cuts and they danced and shocked every hurt, every bruise, on her body. She screamed. Her tears deserted her, her throat raw, every muscle jerking out of control even as her fire came out trying to remove the threat from her person. She screamed. Electrical currents that were flooding through her system burned and blistered every inch of skin that touched the metals on her body. She screamed. The scent of her own flesh burning filled her nose and the sound of gunshots was heard, but still she screamed. The presence came and surrounded her, apologizing over and over for the pain it was being forced to cause her, holding onto her and keeping her anchored to life while promising help was on the way. Oh how she screamed as her fire lit up the box until her form was completely hidden from view, only blue sparks within the green fire revealed her location.

Banachek and Simmons lead their guests to the miniature version of the chamber currently holding experiment A1R1. Witwicky and Banes, the two teens, glared hatefully at Simmons while Keller, Madsen, and the Army Soldiers glared in disgust at him, the Head of Sector 7 and all its shadiness and secrets. The hacker, Whitmann, was busy observing every door, hallway, and tech device he passed.

Arriving at the room, Banachek gestured for Simmons to hand out the goggles while he fetched another worker to lock them in and let them out. Putting on the goggles, he entered behind Epps, the Technical Sergeant on Captain Lennox's team. Eyes focusing on the slash marks on the wall which were brought to everyone's attention by Epps, his mind flickered back to the memory of a fox standing over the broken figure of a girl making that scratch mark as a threat in an effort to defend themselves. Coming back to the present at Simmons's 'Samurai' joke, he realized he has made many mistakes over his long career as he watched the cell phone spark into life.

As Keller, the soldiers, and the kids all jumped when the little cell-bot began firing it's small guns to be released, Banachek jerked at the sounds coming from the bot – they were eerily similar in nature of the NBE's…Bumblebee's…cries that echoed after A1R1. When Simmons moved to deactivate it, Banachek grabbed the controller from him, and ignoring everyone's confused expressions, he went to the door and motioned for it to be opened.

Standing tall, Banachek turned back to the confused and worried group. Making his way to the box, he gestured for everyone to move back, and before anyone could stop him, he opened the box and quickly got out of the way.

"What the hell man? Did you not just see that thing shooting little deadly guns?" Captain Lennox had his hand on his gun, motioning for the Secretary of Defense and the kids to get behind him and his team. Epps and Fig, the only two members left of Lennox's original team, took a defensive stance around the kids and Keller, and both had their hands on their weapon, safety off, eyes trained on the bot making a dash get-away.

"Quick! Follow that robot!" With that said, Banachek ran after the little bot. Small or not, that thing moved fast.

"He wants us to follow the little demon that was just shooting everything it could in the box?" Sam Witwicky stared incredulously at the retreating figure of Banachek.

"Why?" Mikaela Banes doubtfully looked to the remaining adults for a hint of what to do.

"Kid, regardless of what is going on through his head, Banachek is the only one who has the clearance to take you to your little alien friend." Simmons was already following his superior, a feeling of dread beginning to form in the pit of his stomach. Running quickly past him was Sam, his little girlfriend hot on his heels.

"Kid, get back here! It's not safe!" And there went the army grunts and the Secretary of Defense with his advisors at his sides. Running to catch up to them, the pathways that were being taken were getting uncomfortably familiar, the fresh scorch marks on the walls and floor made the feeling of dread rise. Mumbling under his breath, Simmons prayed to every deity he'd ever heard of that Banachek didn't allow what he was beginning to fear he did –

A scream of a young woman that hurt to hear was resonating down the hallways and caused the little bot that was barely ahead of the group to stumble and trip. The group came to a standstill for a moment that felt like ages, but was brought back to normal time as with the next loud cry the wall behind them exploded outwards into the hallway. All the workers were running around like headless chicken as the yellow NBE stepped out of the hole in the wall with his battle mask in place and cannon out. His bright blue optics narrowed in anger. Needless to say, the NBE was pissed and they were in his path.

"BUMBLEBEE!" The boy took a step towards the alien, looking relieved to see his friend and frightened of Bumblebee's cannons. Sam gripped Mikaela around her waist as she came to stand next to him. "Bumblebee, they didn't hurt you, right?" Fear and worry were heard in Sam's voice, concern bright in his eyes.

Another scream filled the hallway, and barely taking a second glance at the group, Bumblebee began transforming into the Chevrolet Camaro. Barely waiting for them to get out of the way, Bumblebee slowed to allow the sparkling to jump on him before tearing down the hallway, the group of humans following as fast as possible. Halfway down the hallway, once more the entire group froze; robot and human alike were paralyzed in shock. Gunshots echoed down the corridors, and less than five seconds later, the screams came to an abrupt end. Silence was smothering the group, no one moved.

An engine revved angrily and Bumblebee left them in his dust, sparkling hanging on, crippled in fear. Where did she go – Can't feel her –Not gone? – Hurt – Not gone? -…Not Gone…- Find her. Help her. Hurt. Bumblebee raced even faster, trying to comfort both the sparkling and his own spark that she was okay, that the fire would not be put out permanently. She hurts. He could feel waves of pain coming from the hanger ahead, and waves of remorse from the All Spark somewhere behind him. It's here… It hurts – I know - she live? – She Lives – you sure? - …We are almost there, we'll know in just a minute little one-

Her broken form lying limply in the chains holding her up nearly sent Bumblebee into a rage even Megatron himself would be wary of. If the scientists that did this were alive and not dead on the floor with their life's blood flowing out of their chilling bodies Bumblebee would have been hard pressed not to squish them.

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Thanks for reading, and I'll try to have another chapter up within two days - I doubt I'll get a chance to update tomorrow; its going to be a crazy day!

Heads up: If you go back and re-read my story for whatever reason and at times find something new or just not there, don't be surprised. If I make any major changes to previous chapters, I'll warn you, but as of now it'll only be small mistakes fixed or a few added details here and there. I just wanted to let you guys know that you aren't going crazy if you start asking yourself 'was this here before?' :)