Here's chapter 3, I hope that you guys enjoy it. So far this is day 2, but it has actually been less than 24 hours that Jack has been captured. Thank you everyone that have reviewed, PM'd, alerted, and/or favorite!


Ratchet stared at the eyes in disbelief. How could this have happened? He ran a series of scan over them while they floated in the jar, part of him afraid to open it. They needed to if they were truly Jacks.

Arcee had taken one look at the eyes before storming back to her quarters. Though from the sound of it, he hoped she had instead gone to the training room.

The scanner blipped and he glanced at the results, "The coloration is correct. I need to," Ratchet shuttered, "I need to see if the DNA is right though."

"I understand."

"Wait," Bulkhead started, "can't your scanner get his DNA?"

Ratchet shook his head and gently twisted the top off, "Unfortunately no. Even if I could, it would only be what was on the surface," He grabbed a long tweezer-like tool from a nearby tray, "I need to find blood or other fluids inside the eyes and the nerve." He pressed the end to a nerve and gently shut the tweezers, pulling away a small sample of the thin membrane that protected the nerve.

"Hopefully this will tell us if it truly is Jack or not."

Arcee punched and stabbed at the target, grunting and shouting with each hit. How could she have been so stupid as to have Jack walk home at night?! She slashed at the target, effectively cutting through until the blade was halfway in.

She shut her optics and shook her helm violently when that jar and eyes came to mind. She didn't need DNA to know that they were Jack's. They were the exact same color. She knew that others were just doing the tests to give themselves some sort of hope that Jack was fine.

She ignored the door opening and continued to stand with her blade in the target.

We did some tests.

"I already know, Bee."

They're J-

"I already know, Bee!" She yelled, spinning around to face him. She glared hard, optics pinpoints, "I already know. All I want to know is if it's MECH that has Jack, or the 'Cons."

She watched Bumblebee shift his weight nervously and slowly shrug.

We still don't know that.

She went back to the target and punched it again. She turned back around and marched out of the room. Bumblebee followed her.

I'm sorry, Arcee, but there was nothing at the sight that could help us find which party has him.

"What about the cube of energon?"

Thanks to Starscream, MECH has the know-how and reason.

Arcee shook her helm again, "But Silas, I know he wasn't found, but he couldn't have survived having Nemesis landing on him."

But this is MECH, a group with heirarchy. He most likely had a second in command in case something happened to him.

Arcee shuddered. Either way, whoever has Jack, they needed to get him back. Preferrably before they get another 'gift'. She relaxed her frame slightly, knowing that Ratchet would warn her about strained and snapped cables. She went back into the main room, a quick look around showed that the jar had been put away. Something Arcee was extremely grateful for.

The monitor was focusing on one the outside cameras. The alarm light was flashing, but there wasn't a sound. Arcee walked closer to the group, all were watching the monitor. It was June's car.

"Scrap."

OoO

"Stop struggling." Knockout said, restraining a leg with one hand and holding a scalpel with the other. He smiled at the feeble kicks as he held the human upside down above his cage, "It'll just be a little...prick."

He jabbed the scalpel blade into the ball of the foot. Just enough the get under the layers of skin. He quickly grabbed the other leg and did the same with it. Knockout reached over to the tray and grabbed a small tube.

"You know, scraplets aren't the only small pests that Cybertronians have." Knockout explained, "We also have nanobots, though they aren't usually viewed as a pest. We've altered them to serve medical purposes. Of course, that's only for us." He popped the lid of the tube open and gently shook some nanobots onto the cuts, "I can't imagine what they will do to an organic."

Jack yelped at the cold feeling on to the bottom of his aching feet. It was strange, almost as smooth and soft as water, but free moving. He calmed slightly, realising that the feeling was actually almost soothing over the wounds, and they weren't going inside.

Apparantly Knockout had other ideas though. Jack cried out as pointed fingers were forced into the cuts, ripping them larger and deeper, and forcing the nanobots inside. He grit his teeth, the soothing feeling now replaced with seeping pain. Slowly he could feel them crawl up his legs, his muscles separating from eachother as they crawled in deeper towards his bones.

He jerked and scratched at his legs. How were these ever going to get out? Were they going to eat him from the inside out? Or just crawl inside him forever and make him some kind of hive?

Knockout dropped him back into the metal box. Luckily he could still manuever his body enough to not land on his head. He jerked and opened his mouth to release a silent cry each time he felt nerves being brushed and break apart. Silently he prayed that the Autobots would find him soon.


So next chapter will be June tearing the Autobots a new one, and hopefully will be a lot better than this chapter.