During Season 2 Episode 2 Orion Pax Part 2 – Redone

A few hours had passed since the Autobot Arcee had found her way aboard the Nemesis and while it had been fortunately contained, Scrap had been summoned to speak to Lord Megatron about her abandoning her post. Her headset was still ringing from the fragging she had received. Luckily it had been kept short so she could return to Orion. If that Prime has left his station again, we'll both be in the slag pits! She thought as she stormed back towards him. Honestly, he's so dam nosey. If what he knew wasn't so important…

She stopped suddenly were she was, blinking back a fierce memory.

"If what you knew was not so important, we would have killed you already."

Scrap shook her head and clutched it tight. The memory of Silas standing over her as she was bound to a chair was still vivid in her mind, haunting her every second of her life. She sighed to herself then carried on back towards her station, upset that she had such a thought.

The dark mood she had found herself in made her slow down as she walked but eventually found her way back. But strangely the main door was jammed, stuck in place by something on the other side. Panicking, she squeezed through a painful gap in the wall into the research room and gasped at the two figures in the room.

Starscream! What the frag is he doing here! She stepped into the shadows and listened in.

The seeker laughed. "Lord Megatron says many things. Only, some of which are true."

FRAG! He's going to blow the whole plan! Scrap's hand closed into a fist then backed a little more so they wouldn't hear her and opened a communication link. "Lord Megatron, Starscream is aboard the ship and he is talking to Orion!"

"Stop them Scrap."

"I can't." The human hissed. "I'm too small!"

"I will not tolerate excuses!"

"But…." She stopped, seeing several Vehicons heading her way. Before she had any real chance to hide, a full out fire fight had started with Starscream flying off. Scrap swallowed then ran into the clerk's station. "Orion, are you alright! I just saw…"

"Starscream." Orion said, frowning down at the floor. "He is not terminated."

"I saw. I don't understand it. They told me… they said he was…."

"It is possible Scrap, that we have both been deceived."

Scrap chuckled. "No way, the Decepticons would never…."

"And yet they told us both that Starscream was dead." He looked over at her. "For now, Scrap, it would be best if you remain close to me. At least until I am sure of Megatron's motives."

Although Scrap nodded, inside she was panicking. This is not good! If she left Orion Pax now, he would begin to suspect her as much as Megatron, since her lies were the based from Megatron's.

She sighed, beginning to believe that this plan wasn't going to work for much longer. Under his gaze, Scrap spent the rest of the day trying to keep him focused on the project but as time went on, she found herself drifting off as Orion worked. She fought it for as long as she could but after two days of staying constantly awake, she found herself leant on the wall and fast asleep.

Sensing that the human had entered a rest cycle, Orion began tapping at the controls, loading up a search on 'Optimus Prime'.

A few hours later

Waking Scrap yawned and stretched herself out slowly, creaking from the uncomfortable position. She shook herself awake and brushed her clothes down. "Good Morning Orion. How goes the work?" She walked over to him; looking up at his work and feeling her exhaustion vanish on seeing the screen. "What… what are you doing?"

"Scrap… what do you know of Optimus Prime?"

Hearing those words made her heart panic. "N-n-n-not much. Why?" She asked, trying not to stammer.

"Who is he?"

"An… an Autobot." She said honestly.

Orion frowned then looked over at the picture on the screen. "Look."

Swallowing, Scrap looked at the image and saw it was the same as the bot before her. He looked over at her suddenly. "Explain this to me."

"I don't… I don't know." She said, trying her best to control herself. "I'm… sure there is a reason."

"I believe that Lord Megatron has been lying to us. Or perhaps…." The bot frowned. "You have."

Scrap was rooted to the spot, unable to believe his accusation. Her blood froze, tensing as she tried to decide if to flee or fight. "I'm… I'm…" She shook her head and turned, sprinting off as fast as she could away from him, heading for the vents where he couldn't follow.

He called for her and she heard him try and follow but soon she disappeared to a place only Scraplets could follow her. She didn't stop, staggering blindly in the darkness of the tunnel, stumbling over old metal that had fallen and been left on the floor.

She just kept running, not even realising that her clothes and skin had been torn in some places and in one trip, she had lost her headset. To her, she just panicked, too scared to go anywhere near any Cybertonian. Right now, all she wanted to do was keep running and find somewhere to hide.

As she began feeling her lungs burn and her legs ache, Scrap was thrown into the air and slid across the floor, the last of her fight knocked out and she just lay where she was, looking at her hands in a small glint of light as she felt something wet and hot leak from her palm and the same coming from her knee.

It had been a long time since she'd drawn blood in an accident; she'd almost forgotten the feeling. The run had taken its toll on her and now Scrap just stayed where she was, alone, lost and in the dark.

Panting she leant on the wall and tried to get her body back down to normal. The effort was exhausting. A light headed nauseous came over her and her hand and knee were stinging something dreadful, irritating her as she tried to rest.

Rest… what a lovely idea. Just a few hours… just till I…