I OWN NOTHING

so sorry its short... but it was a good little stopping place, and it gives a little insight on Bumblebee's past. hope you like it... PLEASE REVIEW! it inspires me to right more and post it quickly!

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Libbyluvs -who spoke their mind about my logic... I do not think I've ever had my logic called that... funny but sorry I upset you. hope you have a good day all the same and enjoy this chapter if you're following this story.

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Chapter 8:

Wheeljack would admit he's been in worse situations… but… none where he was so afraid. With his servos bound behind his back and awkwardly knocking into his kibble his legs spread wide in an 'inviting' manner. Yet what they were 'inviting' he wanted nothing to do with! Now many a bot would ask… 'Why not close his legs and protect his vital and sensitive interface array?' Right? Well! There is where it gets interesting. You see he couldn't. Not for lack of trying of course, but he physically couldn't. They had been tied individually and staked into the ground… which left his panel bared to the gold opticed hound that was eyeing him like Blurr eyed NOSS.

So with that thought in mind it was with a screwed up sense of courage that he hesitantly squeaked out his question. "W-what do you want? No matter what I can't give you any-"

"I don't want to hear it! I'm not here to harass you any more than I have to. What I want is an audio willing to listen." Doubledealer said softly his shoulders sagging lightly. Wheeljack remained silent allowing the mech to talk but his helm fins kept flashing in concern as he looked at the hound. "Bumblebee, isn't really who he thinks he is-"

This was something the inventor wasn't expecting. He had expected torture… pain… inevitable death… but… to be a shoulder to 'cry' on or an audio for listening is not what he was expecting.

"-you see Bumblebee was in an accident many vorns ago back on Cybertron when the last youngling center was destroyed. He was caught in a blast that inadvertently damaged his original frame so severely that his spark was transferred into a new frame. Now, his CPU was salvaged but damaged. The memory files were corrupted and now Tail Wind is going to-"

"WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!" Wheeljack said unable to keep himself quite. "You mean to tell me… that Tail Wind… THE Tail Wind is alive… not only that but he's our little beetle?" Wheeljack could stop himself from snorting. "Even if that was possible, why should I believe you?" Wheeljack jerked back when the large wolf like hound stood and snarled a threat that he didn't have to be a genius to understand. His knees tried to pull in protectively and hide his closed panel, to no avail.

Doubledealer growled at the mech with his engine. "Will you listen to us? Hear us out! In return I will hand over the Rifle that is the cause of all this slag! You can save Bumblebee's life!" The mech pleaded tersely. Heaving a sigh through his vents Wheeljack nodded for the other to continue with his little story. "Now, as I was saying. When Tail Wind was still in his original frame he was shot with this tampered with rifle. As of the moment the only mech capable of doing such a thing was Soundwave, but new information may suggest Shockwave had a hand in it as well. The reason Your SIC and TIC were sparkling-afied was because this Rifle was loaded with not just normal null ray laser fire shots but were amplified with energon explosive rounds. But this energon that was used is like nothing I've read about before in the Archives. It's pure, it's unrefined. And when in touch with Cybertronian life forms… disastrous. I went through many an explosive round trying to find ones that were like what hit Tail Wind and the SIC and TIC. I found two left." The mech held up three glowing shots in his servo. Two a bright golden orange and one a dark red almost purple.

"That's as different as night and day! How did no one-" Wheeljack fell silent again when the hound stepped forward its head low as if threatening the mech to continue.

"How no one has noticed is beyond me… probably because Starscream's in charge of loading weapons after a battle and before battle. That seeker wouldn't notice rust on his wing tips, his helm is so far up his aft." Wheeljack nodded and shrugged his shoulders in agreement. "Now, I will give you all of these if you let me talk to Bumblebee!" Doubledealer said pleadingly.

"I've heard the stories! You raped him-" Wheeljack snarled even as the Cyber Hound between his legs curled a lip component at him.

"I didn't rape him! …at least not exactly." The mech sighed heavily and sat down in the opening of the cave they were in. One leg pulled to his chassis while the other stretched out before him. His optics fell offline as he vented heavily with a shudder, as if trying not to cry.

Wheeljack looked between their differences in size and had to wonder, how had he carried him to a cave? Wheeljack was almost a whole helm taller than the mech! Oh, better yet… how did he get them past the security of Red Alert?! He was going to have to point out a few holes it would seem in their systems. "So then if it wasn't rape 'exactly'… then what?"

"Skywarp. That fragging seeker drugged Tail Wind at his bonding party. I notice the yellow mech had disappeared and went looking for him. By the time I found them the seeker had Tail Wind so worked up that even after I got the seeker to leave, Tail Wind was stuck with a difficult charge. He was in pain and i-"

"You took advantage of him?" Wheeljack said barely hiding his disgust.

"No, I mean yes I brought him to overload but I never spiked him. That Seeker had broken his seals… I was merely trying to keep him from painfully overheating from a charge that wasn't dissipating!" He tried to defend himself softly.

"Why should I believe you? You're a Con!" Wheeljack growled even as his optics flickered to look at the hound that had since sat back down if only still eyeing his codpiece a little too intently.

"You have no reason to believe me… but all I want is a chance to talk to Bumblebee… if he continues to hate me alright… but I want him to know the truth!" Doubledealer begged the mech.

Wheeljack sighed and his shoulder fell his helm panels flashing the softest of blues. "I cannot guarantee anything… but I will talk to him and when he has gotten his strength back… I will comm you… IF he is willing." Wheeljack said.

"That's all I ask for!" The mech said happily as he rose and went to the mechs side… "Sorry 'bout this but… ya gotta understand it has to be done." Doubledealer said as he went behind the inventor and put the three rounds into his subspace as he used the butt of the rifle to tap against the inventor's helm light as if in warning.

"Not again…" he moaned when the Rifle retracted and then landed against his helm once more sending his world dark.