A/N: Don't own Transformers, I do own Data: D Speaking of her, I finally got around to drawing her, though I'm terrible at drawing Transformers. So, if you want to see, go to: yaaaay nn Somebody else should draw her too, haha!

"Why do you do what you do to me baby,
You're shaking my confidence driving me crazy,
You know if I could I'd do anything for you,
Please don't ignore me cause you know I adore you" – Josie and the Pussycats

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Data shut off her video screen, then scrambled quickly to the doorway.

"W-What is it, sir?"

"Be a little more careful next time," snarled Starscream.

"W-What did I do? I-I'm sorry!"

"Your little slip is going to cost us both. Or did you forget about that too? I'm sure our friend Soundwave can remind you- just as he reminded Megatron!" Data did not care to remind him that 'her' slip was also equally his fault, instead winced at the harshness of his voice, which when compared to his more calm tone the previous night, was nearly intolerable now that she wasn't used to it. A closer look showed Data he was suffering from a few injuries, as well- fresh ones.

"A-Are those…"

"Yes."

"I-I'm sorry…"

"I was supposed to tell you it's your turn now." Data blushed, looking up at the seeker.

"I-I'll never survive hits like that- h-he knows that."

"Well…"

"W-What is it?"

"You are a femme. Who knows what joyous things he could think of for punishment?"

"N-Not that I d-disregard your statement, sir, b-but I'd rather be dead." Starscream gave her a tired smirk.

"As would most of the femme population. You'd better get going before he blames me again…" There was a pause.

"Be careful, you idiot," he sighed. Data nodded in silence, walking in the opposite direction of the continuously confusing seeker, shivering with horrors of what Megatron may do- it wasn't as if she could stop him, either.

"Y-You sent for me, Lord Megatron?" She bowed, letting out a surprised scream as a blast just missed her head.

"S-Sir?" She knew one hit could do massive damage, and didn't want to risk that.

"Tell me, Data," hissed Megatron, lowering his gun-equipped arm, "Did I not tell you specifically not to trust that fool?" Data blinked her optics innocently.

"I-I don't understand, sir."

"Perhaps you will after this," he growled sternly, pressing a button. The room's large computer screen jumped to life, showing crystal clear video of both 'incidents', which was what she referred to them as mentally. Her face flushed, lowering her head.

"Data, come here." Conversely, she froze, staring at the tyrant with her large optics.

"Now!" Data forced herself to move, trembling nervously as she approached the seated leader, gaze averted to the side.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" he roared, slamming his arm down on the armrest, cracking it.

"I-I'm sorry!" Data choked, holding back tears. "P-P… Please d-don't kill me, sir!" Megatron merely laughed at her.

"Kill you, hmm? I'd never thought of that…" Megatron's sadistic grin terrified Data, who took a step back, but he grabbed her arm tightly.

"I'm not going to kill you, femme," he smirked, but it disappeared. "What- or who- gave you that idea?"

"S-Starscream came to tell me to come here, a-and he seemed really hurt…"

"He's fine. Just putting on a show, that traitorous little…" He rolled his optics, "I wouldn't do that anyway- yet." Data shivered.

"S-Sir, is there perhaps any way to… Protect my position?" She asked shyly, her arm still firmly grasped by Megatron; he pulled her closer so she could clearly see his crimson optics, glittering fiercely.

"Remember this," he growled, "You belong to me. Not him, and that it is how it will always be. Understood?"

"Y-Yes, Lord Megatron." His smile returned as he stroked her arm.

"So obedient… The way a femme should be." Her arm tensed up.

"S-Sir," Data whimpered, "M-May I receive my schedule for today?" Her headache had returned, simultaneously consuming her mind alongside her panic.

"Just a few extra large files for now… and we'll see what happens later."

"Y-Yes sir." She rummaged for her cable, and after remembering the previous day, made sure that the other end was plugged into the computer, and not a mech.

Megatron was slightly annoyed that the file transfers did not affect her as greatly as they once had. To get any decent reaction from her, he had to send larger and larger files, with more complex coding… Soon, he'd need an actual reason to keep her there. He scowled to himself.

The files had sent faster now, too, to Data's relief. Her time spent here was easily one of the least enjoyable of her experiences here on Earth, besides the Autobot prison, perhaps.

"You're going to have to start battling, soon."

"D-Does this mean I will receive the upgrade soon, too, sir?"

"Not necessarily."

"B-But sir-"

"We're attacking a new oil refinery tomorrow- be ready."

"Y-Yes sir." Megatron pushed her back, though not very hard.

"Get going."

"W-Where s-should I go?"

"Anywhere but here- anywhere out of trouble," snarled the mech, causing Data to bow quickly before running out of the room to avoid further trouble.

Megatron reclined back in his chair, facing the computer screen. He had yet to inspect Data's uploaded memory files, and he had to admit- the fact that she perhaps wasn't an Autobot was slightly intriguing. A few button presses led him to the imported files folder, which he quickly opened, impatient.

"No files imported." Megatron gritted his teeth, growling as he shut off the screen and got to his feet. Perhaps she did need some punishment, after all.

"Comet, get out of here!"

"B-But-"

"Save yourself!" Starscream frowned as he mentally accessed the files he'd acquired from Data. As they were memory files, he could access them as if they were his own memories, but the trick was making sure you didn't confuse the two and begin to think you were them- but Starscream was very confident in who he was, and could not make such a mistake. Simultaneously, he was prying apart a pair of discarded guns he'd happened to come across, hoping to make some use of their parts. Grumbling, he got up to answer a delicate knock on the door. Data trembled, bowing her head.

"I-I'm sorry, I-I shouldn't have come here, you're busy."

"What are you doing here?"

"I-It's nothing, s-sir, I'll leave…"

"You wouldn't come here for nothing." Starscream smirked, but it faded.

"Did Megatron put you up to this?"

"W-Well, no…" She paused. "B-But I have to come along on tomorrow's m-mission…" Starscream's optics darkened.

"That's suicide."

"I-I have to, I have no choice, sir…" She looked down at her feet. "I-I was w-wondering… If I could request some help."

"How so?"

"S-Sir, I need something to defend myself with a-and I know you're always toying with things like that, a-and you're smart, too, b-but at the same time you wouldn't t-turn me in… W-Would you?" Starscream glanced over at the femme, who still shivered in fear whenever they were even in the same room.

"What's in it for me?" Data took a deep breath.

"L-Lord Starscream," she began, "I-If I don't get new weapons, I-I'm not going to last t-through the battle… I'm the only one who can potentially get new information regularly from Megatron… A-And as far as I know… I'm s-still the only one who's completely loyal to you." She bowed her head again, and did not see the seeker's grin.

"I only needed one reason, Comet."

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"Always up or down, never down and out.
Dream of demons while you sleep that make you stutter when you speak.
Speak now or forever hold your peace in pieces." – The Academy Is…

Candy Stars: Yaaaaay another day, another chapter. –whew-

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