Sorry it's been awhile since I updated, I've been on holiday, but now I'm back so I'll be updating regularly again. Thank you all for your reviews and support with this story! I hope you enjoy this chapter, please review! - AnAshBlackSword.
Update: Sorry about the lack of paragraph breaks. I've been having some issues uploading this chapter, but it should be fixed now.
Phoenix's POV
Phoenix ran as fast as she could manage with her arm and ribs, cursing them all the while. At the forest's edge she turned and saw Jazz fighting the decepticon. She hoped that Jazz cut the evil bastard to pieces.
Turning back around she ran on, then she saw a thick bush and scrambled through it to roughly the centre. She hid there, hoping she was safe. Then she heard heavy footfalls nearby and hoped it was Jazz.
"Come out, come out fleshy!" Not Jazz then. She placed her hand over her mouth in an attempt to breathe quieter so he couldn't hear her. "I want to play with you meatbag!" She heard him uprooting trees and other bushes nearby and screamed as the bush she was hiding under was ripped out of the ground, leaving staring straight into the face of an evilly grinning decepticon.
Dodging his hand, she ran between his legs and tried to run away, but she wasn't fast enough and her ribs felt like they were on fire. She screamed again as she was grabbed in his black claws.
"Jazz! Help me! Anybody help me please!" There was no answer and the mech placed a finger over her mouth, muffling her cries for help.
"Sssh now, no need for that. I'm not going to hurt you, that's Shockwave's job." He transformed and she struggled in the seat desperately as the seatbelt fastened around her. She was in the passengers seat to a plane. A holoform materialised next to her and reached for a syringe with a needle.
"Don't you dare!" She writhed again and tried to move away as he reached for her.
"Awww, poor pathetic little meatbag." In response, she gathered up a mouthful of spit and saliva and spat it into his face.
"Fuck you!" She cursed him. A look of rage appeared on his face and he wiped it off and growled at her, then smacked her across the cheek. She would have a spectacular bruise there later.
"This should shut you up, fleshy scum!" He injected the needle into her and she felt her consciousness fading as she was plunged into darkness.
Blackout's POV
Blackout watched Jazz smile as he pinned down him again, but then Jazz heard the human femme scream in terror. Blackout took advantage of his opponents distraction and flipped him over, reversing their positions, gaining the upper hand. Then, he saw the other Autobots approaching and commed Nightbomb, hoping the other mech had the fleshling. He turned to Jazz as the other Autobots approached.
"Stand down Blackout!" Optimus Prime ordered. Blackout de-activated his weapons.
"As you say Prime, but Shockwave has a message for Jazz here. If he ever wants to see his little fleshy pet again, then he should come to these coordinates alone. Shockwave will release the girl for Jazz's capture. No exceptions." Turning around and transforming, he heard Jazz's outraged cry as he took off.
Jazz's POV
Jazz cursed Blackout in his native tongue of Polyhexian as he watched the mech fly away. He took a scan of the area to see if he could detect Phoenix's heat signature in case Blackout had been bluffing, but he had not. His charge had been taken to Shockwave. He called him the foulest word he could think of, vowed revenge on Shockwave and Blackout then turned to the others.
Optimus Prime was watching him gravely, along with Ratchet, the Lamborghini twins and Ironhide. The others must be back at base. "What did he mean by 'human pet' Jazz?" Optimus Prime asked.
"Ah made friends with Phoenix, ah've been in contact with her." The others gave him an odd look and Jazz cursed himself as he realised he was still speaking his native tongue. He repeated the sentence in Iaconian and Ratchet stepped forward with a wrench raised, but Optimus held the medic back.
"Explain Jazz." "Ah wanted to be in contact wit' her. She needs ah friend Prime. Ah did what ah felt was right."
"You Primus fragging idiot Jazz!" The twins said in unison. Prime sighed and rubbed his faceplate, secretly agreeing with the twins.
"Jazz, you have broken orders and you will be severely punished and will return to the base with Ratchet for medical attention. Twins, Ironhide, we will contact arcee, Jolt and Bumblebee to help us storm Shockwaves base and recover the human youngling." Optimus said. Jazz groaned as protests against that order sprung up in his processor.
"Ah can't do tha' Prime." Optimus stiffened at being directly defied by his TIC and head saboteur.
"Why not Jazz?" "Ah took the youngling as mah charge. The vow dictates tha' any attack on her is a direct challenge to meh an' ah must uphold the vow an' recover her maself an' punish the mechs responsible."
The atmosphere turned grave as everyone comprehended what Jazz had just said. Jazz jumped slightly as Ratchet growled at Jazz in his native tongue. Ratchet had been sparked to one of the tribes of the sea of rust and his language was not recorded anywhere as it was old as well. Ratchet was the oldest of them all and for him to curse in his native tongue meant he had angered the medic beyond reason. He. was. so. scrapped. Ironhide watched Jazz calmly as the twins and Ratchet cursed him.
"Silence." Ironhide ordered them. "Did you make the guardianship vows Jazz?" Jazz nodded once. Ironhide's expression turned grim. "Then, you must go after her, or you will lose your honour." He turned to Prime and Ratchet. "To prevent Jazz from going would disgrace him beyond belief and the law dictates that the Prime must honour the guardianship vows. You must let him go after his charge, alone." Jazz looked to Optimus to see how the mech would respond.
"I know this."Optimus replied. "The matrix is telling me to honour Jazz's vow and as such, I must do what is required. Jazz, you will go after your charge after you have received medical care from Ratchet. Any mech who tries to prevent Jazz will be disgracing Jazz's honour and shall be punished as such. No one shall accompany Jazz as he is responsible for his charge. Are we understood?" Nods and grunts of acknowledgement. Even from Ratchet, but Jazz knew the medical care would have to be quick. His spark was screaming at him to go after her right now and it was a struggle not to obey the coding and leave immediately.
Ratchet grabbed Jazz and waved a wrench at him. "I'll do a field patch job. It will do until you return, and when you return understand that I am going to offline you, slowly and painfully." Jazz said nothing and nodded, knowing the medic meant it. Ratchet still wasn't done though. "You've endangered a youngling, Jazz and if it wasn't a disgrace to your honour, I would beat you within an inch of being offlined."
Jazz had the good sense to lower his head and look ashamed, but he had a million questions running through his processor. For Ratchet to be so overprotective of sparklings, he must have had one or had a sibling that was offlined or missing. He had royally pissed the medic off, and as such he would pay for it later.
His thoughts returned to his charge. He hoped shockwave wouldn't do anything to her, for his own sake or he would offline that mech where he stood.
Phoenix's POV Phoenix awoke restrained to another giant metal table in another large room. Only this room was dark, not lit up and there were no friendly medics here. Her cheek still smarted from where she'd been slapped by the mech. She struggled and considered calling out, but decided against it as she probably didn't want people to know she was awake.
She hoped Jazz would come for her. He was her guardian right? So he had to come after her, because of the vow. It was more a question of when he would come for her.
Then, there was another horrible grating noise and a large purple mech with one red optic hovered over her. A rush of fear ran through her. Oh yeah, she was in deep shit. "Where am I?" No answer. "I said, where am I you deafhead?!" Still no answer. Well, what was she expecting? These guys were evil. The purple bot placed down a spidery looking bot. She was not afraid of spiders, in fact she rather liked them but this spider-bot was freaky!
"Scalpel, examine the specimen."
"Yes, at vonce ve shall examine ze human." The spider jumped onto her and she squirmed in discomfort.
"Get the hell off ofa me you little bugger!" He ignored her and continued crawling on her body, making her wish she had a supersized bug swatter. "Hmmm, ze specimen is healthy for ze procedure." Procedure?! She was no experiment!
"Excellent, continue with the surgery as planned. Keep the human alive." The purple bot turned and left the room and she was left with scalpel the spider.
"What are you going do?" she asked him, sounding a bit too scared for her own liking. He chuckled at her fear. Scalpel enjoyed experiments more when the subject was responsive, it made it more interesting.
"Ve are going to mix blood with ze energon." Energon. Wasn't that the fuel stuff Jazz had mentioned? So they were going to experiment on her?! No way in hell! As she was in no position to make threats, she told him what she thought would scare him the most.
"Jazz will offline you, you little creep!" And, I'll make sure it's slow and super painful she vowed in her head.
"Ve vill see." Eugh. Less than five minutes since meeting scalpel and she already hated his guts. She felt another rush of fear as he brought out a wickedly sharp blade from one of his spider limbs. The energon was brought over and another rush of fear ran through her, causing slight shivers.
Scalpel made an odd sound that should have been a laugh, but it was far too twisted. "Scared, is ve?" Not trusting herself to answer 'No', she clamped her mouth shut. Scalpel would get no screams out of her. But, that resolution was to be short lived,as the knife went deep into her skin and she cried out from the pain.
She was helpless against the little spider-bot, the best she could do was not move and hope she wouldn't die. The loss of blood was already making her dizzy, and she struggled to not feint from it. Then, Scalpel brought out the energon, and injected it straight into her open wounds which he had made.
The smell of burning flesh filled the room and she screamed with both terror and pain. The energon was literally melting her insides. She screamed like she was possessed by the most unearthly demons until she finally collapsed from pain and bloodloss, praying that if any God or higher being at all existed, that they would send Jazz to save her from the claws of the Scalpel.
