Spiritimus Prime: I felt like uploading the next chapter to this story for just the heck of it so that I could get it over and done with before the next chapter to when Juliet and Jetfire admit their feelings to each other. Yes, that's next chapter, so no complaining or I'll send an angry mech-turned-femme Hot Shot upon you! Bwahahahaha! Enjoy!

Chapter 11:

Rescue Juliet!

Darkness was all that surrounded Megatron, even though there was a little light coming from above the Decepticon Tyrant. Even the silence was welcoming to him as he snored away on his throne. Yes, it was a perfect time for resting his optics, but it didn't last very long. Snorting, Megatron's blood red optics flickered online and he licked his lips as he awoke. He'd completely forgotten about his prisoner since he'd fallen asleep, but now that he was wide awake and fully charged, he now remembered.

Standing up, Megatron headed towards the door, his lust and hunger burning as he thought of that femme that both Prime and Jetfire had been so protective about. He licked his lips again, his tongue brushing his right fang as the thought of the blue and yellow femme under his power made him more lustful than ever. Oh yes, he could imagine her cringing at the sight of his dark form standing in front of her and her screams would be satisfying to his audio receptors.

He was hoping to not get there so quickly, wanting to bide his time, but unfortunately, he arrived at the holding cell area faster than he realised. Biting his bottom lip in annoyance at his so-called speed, the Decepticon General paced up and down in front of the door, wishing that time would pass slowly so that he could plan on what he should do to the femme. But his hunger couldn't wait anymore, and he decided that enough was enough.

Time to get down to business.

He was about to open up the door to the holding cell when footsteps echoed around the corridors. Snarling in annoyance, Megatron turned and found himself face-to-face with Demolisher and Starscream.

"What do you two want?" the Decepticon Leader hissed.

Both Starscream and Demolisher cringed at the annoyed tone from their leader. Starscream didn't say anything, but Demolisher swallowed his fear and plucked up his courage to speak. "We were just on our way to the Training Room to get into practise sir when we spotted you standing here in front of the door. So…"

"I don't care what you two were doing!" Megatron snapped, silencing Demolisher at once. Megatron stood up straight, his lips curled into a snarl. "Since you two are here, I have an order for you to carry out," he said, his voice still holding their coldness, but was a little calmer.

"Oh?" Starscream asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Yes, since I'll be going in to see how our 'guest is doing, I order you two to stand guard. I have a feeling someone will come down here while I'm with the femme."

Starscream and Demolisher exchanged nervous glances to each other. Something wasn't right with this visit, and whatever Megatron was going to do to the femme, it couldn't be good at all for her. Knowing that Demolisher would just blindly follow the order, but he would interrupt anything if it was necessary, Starscream just emitted a growl and nodded reluctantly.

The seeker mech hated mistreatment he received regularly from Megatron, and he hated it even more when he did it to femmes. He knew that he should do something, but if he interrupted while Megatron was busy, then he, too, would receive the same treatment later on, and he didn't want that at all.

Megatron nodded in satisfaction and walked into the holding cell area, locking the door behind him in case someone would try to barge in.

Juliet lifted her head when she heard someone close the door to the holding cell area. Extremely heavy footsteps echoed through the passageway, and she knew that it was not Wheeljack returning because he was much silent than this. Scavenger had taught her how to listen to someone's footsteps to determine their weight, their posture, and the way they carried themselves. This Decepticon sounded heavy, was carrying himself in a prideful way, and it sounded like he was biding his time.

Whoever it was, he sure sounded confident with himself.

Juliet lowered her head back down, knowing fully well that this enemy was Megatron. If she looked up, then it was a sheer sign that she would be showing disrespect towards the Decepticon Commander. But obviously, she was not being submissive, she had to act like she hadn't heard him and had given up hope that her friends were not coming to save her.

The footsteps came to an abrupt halt in front of her cell.

"So," Megatron's deep voice growled, "have you finally accepted the fact that your friends are not coming for you, femme?"

Juliet said nothing. She was in no mood to speak, and she did not want to come up with smart remarks towards the large Decepticon. She knew that she was no match for him in strength and skill, but she did have speed and cunning on her side. She couldn't use her speed in here because of still being chained to the wall, but maybe she could use her cunning. But what should she do? Just play along until Megatron would leave? Or perhaps stall him for as long as possible.

Obviously Megatron was always impatient, so perhaps it would be best to not get on his nerves. Maybe she should just accept whatever was coming from him? Gah! Why is it so hard to think? Juliet thought bitterly as her clawed hands dug into the floor in her frustration.

Megatron smirked when he saw the femme's hands dig into the floor. She must be frustrated about something. Oh well, it's time to make my move, he thought as he opened the door to the cell.

The bang from the closed door forced Juliet to look up as she felt her Sparkbeat increase a hundred miles an hour and fear pulsed through her systems. Megatron was walking towards her, his blood red optics glowing in the deep darkness that had engulfed her since she'd first woken up in the Decepticons' base. Trembling as Megatron stood over her, Juliet's hands clenched into fists as he wrapped his clawed left hand around her tiny cuffed wrists and instantly tugged the chains off, but leaving the cuffs on her wrists.

Unbearable pain swam through Juliet's body and she screamed in pain as Megatron removed the chains from her wings and ankles so roughly that more pain erupted through her body sensors. She tried to struggle, but Megatron's incredible strength lifted her off the ground as if she weighed like nothing, bringing her close to his face until she could smell his oily breath. The smell made her want to throw up, but she didn't dare to vomit all over him.

Megatron's smirk came over his face like a snake coming out of a hole. It amused him to see this, once, brave femme struggle and scream in front of him, and his lust burned even more like a raging firestorm in the bush of Australia. With his smirk growing even more, Megatron threw the femme roughly onto the floor of the cell, her cries of pain satisfying his audio receptors.

Juliet had never felt this much pain since Cyclonus had shot her before her transformation. Whatever Megatron was going to do to her, she knew that she had to get away, somehow, and escape this terrifying place. Suddenly, she felt Megatron's clawed hands stroking her thighs, and then she knew what he was really going to do to her. He was going to force bond with her! Or rape, in human terms.

Juliet remembered Red Alert telling her about how Transformers had sexual intercourse. It was when a mech and femme did it the human way. Or, if they really loved each other, they could join their Sparks together and become husband and wife, or life partners, or bondmates, in the Transformers' perspective. It didn't bother her one bit, but with Megatron doing this in a forcing way, then it sickened her horribly to the core of her Spark.

She did not, I repeat, did not want to be the bondmate to this disgusting bastard!

Despite how weak Juliet felt from lack of Energon, she still fought like a wild demon, and this made Megatron all the more desperate to get what he wanted. But, just before he could open up the femme's breastplate, a loud bang echoed throughout the base and Juliet, silently, breathed a sigh of relief. Help had finally come at last.

Snarling, Megatron picked the femme up by the head with one hand as if she weighed like nothing, her pawed feet dangling just a Transformer foot off the ground. "Somehow," he said both to himself and the femme, "the Autobots have found our base." He looked down at the femme, licking his lips. "Shall we go greet our guests?"

Juliet just whimpered, unable to say a word due to the tremendous pain that she was feeling all over her body. Since her limbs were still cuffed, but no longer chained, she struggled, but they were less frantic than before because of her sore body and low energy reserves. Turning her silver optics offline, she prayed to Primus, thanking Him for heeding her call. She even prayed that He would keep them safe until they got back to base. Her whole body trembled in both excitement and fear.

Juliet was forced to online her optics when she felt her body get dragged on the ground. She realised that Megatron was going to use her as a bargaining chip, and if she didn't do something quickly, then her friends would be forced to give up the Minicons for her own life. That's when an idea flickered into her mind, and she hoped that it would work, if Optimus saw through her plan.

The whole base was becoming trashed as purple and red energy blasts mixed together, flying through the dead air as they shot over enemy heads as though it was doing some kind of dance. Optimus Prime gave Cyclonus an uppercut to the chin and sent him crashing into a wall.

Quickly, the Autobot Commander found himself some cover, behind a pile of steel that had been removed from the ceiling when Thrust had been chucked into by Scavenger, as more blasts shot over ahead. Jetfire was at his side with his blaster in his hand, his golden optics were glowing with rage and fury, but Optimus gently placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a quick squeeze, reassuring him. Jetfire eased himself and nodded once, it seemed that Optimus understood his raging feelings to rescue Juliet, and he was doing everything he could to keep him focused on the mission.

"Hold your fire or this femme gets it, Prime!" an all too familiar voice bellowed over the shooting.

Optimus emitted a silent growl and he looked over the cover that he Jetfire were taking shelter behind. To his horror and anger, he saw Megatron holding Juliet by the back of her neck with the Star Saber right underneath her neck. That's the same tactic he pulled on Hot Shot, the Autobot Commander thought angrily as his hands clenched into fists.

Still growling, Optimus shouted, "Autobots! Stand down or you'll hit her!"

The firing continued a little while before they finally ceased, along with the Decepticon firing as well, not wanting to hit Megatron.

Jetfire gave a worried look as he bit his bottom lip. What could they do to prevent Megatron from shooting Juliet, as well as prevent him from getting their Minicon partners? He wasn't sure and he peeked over the steel cover before he felt more rage pulsing through him at an unbelievable rate.

Seeing Juliet with tonnes of dents, cracks and having Energon dripping from her wings, wrists, ankles and face made the Vice Commander want to do something to make Megatron pay for touching her like that.

Megatron's voice filled the passageway again as the firing continued. "Give me the Minicons, Prime, and I may give this worthless femme back!

Optimus didn't know what to do! If he didn't think of something fast, then Juliet's life would end before he even knew it. Jetfire watched his friend closely and he looked from the cover once more. Wait a minute! He squinted his optics and he thought he caught a glimpse of Juliet's silver optics watching him. To his surprise, he saw her wink that was so small that he thought he missed it. What did she have planned?

Juliet's right hand clenched into a fist as slowly as she could. Megatron looked towards her to make sure that she was being still, and she quickly relaxed her fist. Damn it! He's probably expecting me to make a move! she thought angrily. If she didn't make her move soon, then her friends would be forced to give up the Minicons for her own life.

Suddenly, a blast came out of nowhere and hit Megatron in the right flank. He howled in pain and he dropped Juliet's form. As quickly as she could, Juliet picked herself off the ground, stumbling and wincing in pain as she ran.

The femme reached Optimus and Jetfire's cover and the Vice Commander quickly grabbed her hips, yanking her towards his warm body and she yelped in surprise when Jetfire's arms wrapped around her like a protective cacoon and she struggled, expecting him to be a Decepticon, but when his familiar voice echoed through her audio receptors, she ceased her struggling and dug her head into his chest, sobbing, as well as trembling.

Jetfire closed his optics for a moment, gently stroking her helmet with his silver fingers as he pulled her closer towards his chest, hushing her to cease her crying. Never again would he let Juliet leave his sights again for as long as he lived. But their reunion would have to wait, for Optimus was shouting at the other Autobots to make a run outside.

Juliet was far too weak to stand, and Jetfire quickly picked her up in his arms bride style. Without needing to be told twice, he and Optimus raced towards the hole that they'd blown in a wall with the other Autobots following close behind. Red Alert was hot on his heels and he knew that the CMO needed to check on Juliet, but it would have to wait until they reached home.

The Autobots reached the spot where they'd warped from and they vanished as quickly as they could before Megatron and the other Decepticons would come after them and Juliet again.

When the Autobots arrived back at their base, Red Alert quickly motioned Jetfire to follow him and they raced off with Optimus Prime right on their heels. If they didn't hurry soon, then it was a possibility that they could lose Juliet… again. And Jetfire did not want to admit his feelings to a corpse. But the distress that was flowing through him, Optimus and Red Alert, was something that could not be denied.

They arrived at the Med-Bay quicker than they thought and Red Alert ordered Jetfire to put Juliet on a medical table. The Vice Commander did so and stood beside Optimus Prime to watch and wait. He hated this, and his Spark was racing so fast that he thought it was going to burst right out of his chest.

Red Alert worked as hard as he could until he managed to get Juliet stabilized enough for him to start working on the repairs slowly. He heard Optimus and Jetfire approaching from behind him and he looked up at the high-ranking officers. He could see the worry in both of their golden optics, but he didn't say anything until they asked the questions.

"How is she?" Optimus asked.

"She's fine now. The only thing she's suffered from is physical damage from the cuffs that I had to remove from her wrists, wings, and ankles. She's got a few bruises and cuts, but other than that and having low Energon reserves, she's alright," Red Alert replied as he wiped his hands to clear the Energon that had leaked from some of the cuts on Juliet's arms and face.

Optimus nodded his thanks as Jetfire looked at Juliet, and then back at Red Alert. "Will she be alright?" he asked worriedly.

Red Alert rolled his optics. "Didn't you hear me? I said 'she's fine'!" he growled in annoyed tone of voice.

"Sorry, what I meant to say is, when will she be able to wake up?" Jetfire asked, ignoring the CMO's annoyed tone.

"Give her a couple of days and she'll be back on her feet before you even know it."

Jetfire nodded once and looked over at Juliet, his golden optics flickering with worry before they darted back onto Red Alert. "Just how, exactly, did she get those injuries?" he asked.

Red Alert hadn't really thought of that, but now that he did, he had a gut feeling that he'd seen those types of injuries before, especially around the crotch section. It disturbed him greatly and he bit his bottom lip when he finally remembered where he'd seen them long ago. Sighing, he turned back to the Autobot Commander and the Vice Commander. When he spoke, both high-ranking officers heard the slight grief in his voice.

"Someone tried to force bond with her."

Jetfire felt the rage in him reach its peak and he shouted in a demanding voice, "I WANT TO KNOW WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL OF THIS!"

Both Red Alert and Optimus had expected that from Jetfire. They knew that whenever he was enraged or distressed, he always spoke his mind and never took his rage out on any property. Well… except for that one time with Hot Shot when that foolish, young mech tried to find the Decepticons on his own (didn't happen really yet, but you get the idea).

Red Alert sighed. "I believe Megatron is the answer you're looking for, Jetfire. From what I can tell, he hurt her first, and then tried to open her breastplate to release her Spark. Unfortunately, he didn't get the chance because we ruined that moment before he could even try, though he did inflict an injury in this section." He pointed to the inside of Juliet's thighs where there were some claw marks from the Decepticon Tyrant. "So, I am not sure if she is just physically damaged."

Jetfire bit his bottom lip again and nodded once more. "So all we have to do is wait?" he asked.

Red Alert nodded. "Yes," he said. "Until she wakes up, we will not be able to find out exactly what happened to her, but I know for sure that she was this close," he held up his finger and thumb just an inch apart, "to getting force bonded."

Optimus emitted a soft growl and sighed. "We might as well leave her to rest. We can only hope that she wakes up as you predicted, Red Alert," he said as he turned and headed for the exit of the Med-Bay. He was expecting Jetfire to follow him, but not to his surprise, the Vice Commander didn't. Turning fully around, he noticed Jetfire was setting a chair next to Juliet's bed and was gently stroking her helmet with his fingers with tender and care. "Are you coming, Jetfire?" Optimus asked.

Jetfire didn't look up, but he said, "No, I want to stay here with her until she wakes up."

Both Red Alert and Optimus looked at one another before Red Alert said, "Alright, you can stay there until the two days are up, but if she doesn't wake up by then, then I'll be kicking you out."

Optimus chuckled, but didn't say anything to agree with Red Alert. Placing a hand on the CMO's shoulder, he and Red Alert left the medical room, but not before Red Alert switched the lights off to indicate that the day had been done for the time being.

When they'd gone, leaving Jetfire alone, the Vice Commander placed his chin upon his hands and he leaned forward a little towards Juliet's face. Quietly, he removed his mask, revealing his black lips, and gently kissed her on the cheek before dimming his golden optics and slipping into recharge, his own thoughts full of thanking prays to Primus for bringing Juliet back to him. Although he wondered exactly who had sent the coordinates to the Autobot base and who fired the shot at Megatron. But that was a mystery that will remain quiet for a long period of time.

Spiritimus Prime: So, who can guess who fired the shot at Megatron? First one to guess gets a choc chip cookie! XD Till next chapter guys and girls!