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(Diego Garcia, Normal POV)

"Why did we just let her go?!" Ironhide stomped about, partially keeping his systems alert to the soldiers milling around in confusion and alarm. "She knows the location of the island!"

"She's not a Decepticon." Optimus ground out, glaring at Ironhide.

Several of the younger Autobots stepped back in fear, having never seen Optimus so angry. They could understand his reaction, considering only moments before, Ironhide had been quite ready to shoot a femme youngling out of the sky, regardless of the sparkling within her.

"My cannons were only set on stun!" Ironhide raised a hand, backing up a little when red flecked across not only his leader's optics, but Ratchet's as well. "They wouldn't have hurt her or the sparkling!"

The said medic held a hand over the wounds on his face. "Regardless! She was over the ocean at that point, and would have crashed, offlining not only herself but the sparkling as well!" With almost lightning fast reflexes, he grasped a wrench from one of his holds and threw it at Ironhide, taking mild satisfaction at the clang it made as it collided off the weapons specialist's helm.

"Seriously, Ironhide! Think once in a while!" Jolt added, staring warily between his leaders. He looked over at Bumblebee, who looked forlorn as he stared out over the ocean, his antennai and door wings drooping together in his depressed state of her sudden leaving. Poor bot. He knew Bee had been looking forward to meeting the new sparkling.

"Ratchet, how are you doing?" Optimus let out a sigh, before turning on his medic. He winced at seeing the injuries, and raised an optic ridge. "And what happened?"

"I frightened her." Ratchet pulled his hand away, and reluctantly let Jolt see to the injury that he couldn't see himself, because of it's location. He ran a self-diagnostic routine and sighed in relief to find no serious or permanent damage. Looking at Optimus, he pursed his lip plates a moment, before beginning his report.

(The Next Night, Bella's POV)

I grimaced as I looked at my stomach through the mirror. Turning to one side, I lightly ran my fingers over the almost invisible baby bump, even as I raised an eyebrow. Slowly, I felt my lips trembling, and they raised up into a tiny smile as a small bubble of happiness welled within me.

Ratchet had told me the sparkling seemed to be growing very quickly, and this alone was proof of that.

The thought of Ratchet had me wincing and rubbing more firmly against my stomach when Sunfire shifted uncomfortably with the pain that flowed through me. If I'd felt guilty towards what happened with Bumblebee, it was nothing compared to how utterly monstrous I felt for harming the one bot who did whatever he could to help me. His anger was justified, when I thought over what I'd said to him, but I hadn't expected him to act out as such.

It was an accident, plain and simple, but after he told me about Ironhide's and the twins' thoughts towards me, I had a very hard time believing they'd see it as such.

Either way, I fixed my hair into lose curls, applying a thick layer of dark eye makeup as it suited my mood, and a layer of pink tinted lip gloss. I wore a short black skirt, and a black lace up leather corset style top, with about an inch of flesh showing through the laces, down the center of my chest. I certainly looked about as trashy as I felt at the moment.

I winced, and once again rubbed my fingers over my abdomen, giggling slightly at the realization I suddenly had a new bad habit. Forcing my attention to my top, I tightened it a little, trying to ignore the way my breasts almost seemed to want to pop out of the top when I tried to close the gap in the center. One way or another, I look slutty. I raised an eyebrow and tried to adjust the top, before giving up and changing into a halter that was shimmery and dark purple.

Normally slutty didn't really bother me. It was part of my 'mask', but tonight I just didn't need or want the extra attention.

Once I was done, I slipped on some strappy high heels in matching purple and marvelled at myself.

Not how I looked, but now anything I wore seemed to get infected with alien nanotechnology, allowing me to transform it as well as my body. I could just never really take it off again. Once it was in my system, it was useable for one time and that was it. The outfit just...dissolved, and I had to buy another just like it. I could change back, I mean, but I couldn't exactly take it off without it practically evaporating in my hands. Trust me, that was fun to explain to shop keepers whenever I stopped in, and...

I burned through a lot of clothes that way.

Once I was done getting dressed, and double and triple checking myself over, I left my isolated house and transformed. I flew over to an alley way a little distance from the club that was miraculously big enough to transform in, and did so, before heading out on foot. I would have driven, but remembered that since I was carried out last time, my car wouldn't be at my home.

Like I'd guessed, it was still parked in the parking lot. My only problem now was I had no idea where the keys were. I made my way to the club, ignoring the leers and cat calls I got on the street, and then slowing as nervousness came over me.

I scanned the parkling lot with my eyes, feeling doubly relaxed and disappointed when I noted no familiar vehicles. Then the nagging thought came to mind that they could very well be parked in the larger parking lot just around the corner from the club, which they had before. I shivered as anticipation and dread ran over me. I found myself almost hoping to run into Ratchet, so I could apologize, or even Optimus, who seemed to be able to tolerate me no matter how annoying I got.

At the same time, I dreaded going down those stairs and coming face to face with the twins.

Shaking that thought off, I slipped into my role, throwing off all of my concerns as I left Bella at the door. Sauntering over, I smirked at Larry and nodded. "Hello Larry."

"Mistress B." He nodded back, opening the door. "Maurice has been looking for you."

"Thank you for delivering that message." My smile fell for a fraction of a second, before I pulled it back, and patted him lightly on the cheek in a reassuring manner. Heading down into the club, I felt my eyes darting all over the place, taking in the sights, without really seeing anything.

I checked out the dance floor, scowering it closely and sighing heavily when I spotted no sign of the sexy dancing twins, whom I knew wanted to rip me a new one. Then, as if brought on by the thought, I scowered the entire club for any familiar heads of blonde hair, or salt and pepper with glasses and intelligent eyes. When nothing remotely like that came back at me, I allowed myself two steps into the room, scanning for trucker man, or his purple haired girlfriend. No sign of Optimus, either.

I sighed, refusing to admit the disappointment as I wandered through the bar. There was no sign of Maurice or Rika, but I brushed my worries off. They didn't come down every night.

"Water." I nodded at the bartender, remembering when Ratchet told me alcohol wasn't bad for the sparkling or my systems, but it could make us both sick if I took in too much. It helped the little one stopped suckling every few hours, yesterday, and seemed to only really feed once a day now. I nodded in thanks as he handed me a dripping bottle of water, freezing to the grasp. "Thanks."

Turning back, I watched as a dom brought her sub onto the showing stage, kissing him deeply, before grasping him harshly by the hair and ripping his head back, causing him face to twist in an expression of pain, before she slowly began lifting his shirt, showing off his toned abs. Oh, the good old days. I thought dryly, recalling when that had been myself and Maur.

I hadn't ripped his head back harshly like that, but I had taken him up and had him strip to his underwear, before talking about him into the microphone, like I was trying to sell a Grade-A piece of meat.

The bubble of laughter welled itself up and out of my throat before I could stop it. I'd give anything to have those days back. The days when I was human, and I could live like one. The days when everything was simple, and I had some freaking idea what the hell I was doing.

"Mistress?"

The almost rough and strained sound of a voice caught my attention, and I looked down. An onyx-haired boy knelt in front of me, and I frowned, recalling far too easily the last boy who appeared so young, kneeling in front of me like this. Following that example, I slid off my stool and knelt down, grasping his chin and raising his face.

He was definitely older. His cheeks were more defined, and he had what looked like black eyes, that were filled with disgust and loathing, even though he seemed to be trying to mask it. He wore all black. Black jeans and a black shirt under a black leather jacket, his hair almost as long and shaggy as boy-Bumblebee's had been, and half covering his eyes. If I had to, I would have pegged him as heading towards nineteen, twenty.

Seeing the look of contempt in his eyes, I allowed my own eyes to harden, knowing this boy was not only not used to being a sub, he also couldn't have been an Autobot, because Optimus had made a fact of pointing out that no matter what form, bipedal or human holo, their eyes were always blue.

He wore a collar, and held a leash, but I raised an eyebrow before tilting my head ever so slightly, letting him so, standing up, and walking away. He may have been offering himself as a submissive, but something told me this was one sub I didn't want to take on.

"Hey!"

I spun in time to watch as he jumped to his feet surprisingly fast, and spun towards me. There was a glare in his eyes, and as a dance light flashed over him, his eyes almost seemed to shine red. His occupied hand clutched the leash tightly, and I watched as he seemed to grit his teeth, hatred boiling in his eyes.

Then, something Optimus said rang through my mind again, sending all my alarms screaming full blast.

Flashback

'We are the Autobots, allies to the humans. We won't harm you, but another faction of Cybertronians known as the Decepticons will, and they too are capable of taking on human holoforms'

End Flashback

I somehow managed to keep my mask in place, as I firmly turned my back on him and walked away, despite my inner workings screaming not to turn away, and to run for my very life. As if sensing my discomfort, Sunfire squirmed slightly, before settling back down. I knew that any sign that I recognized what he was, and my only chance to escape unscathed would fly out the window.

The eerie way his eyes glowed red in the strobe lights caused a shiver to run down my spine.

Flashback

"So how exactly am I supposed to tell the difference between an Autobot and a Decepticon, if they can both take human holo...graphic forms?" I tilted my head, watching as Optimus' eyes remained fixed on the sparkling. The soft look in them suited him in a strange way.

Maybe it was just my really stressful, totally messed up day, but I could swear he almost seemed kind of...well...good looking. Then again, I'd be lying if I didn't say the others I'd seen were, too, in their own ways. What was it about this race that made them all seem so beautiful?

"Well, Autobots will always have blue eyes, although shades may very. Our true form optics-" He pointed to his eye. "Are all blue, so our holoforms follow. The same goes for Decepticons, except their optics are crimson in color."

"So look for the red eyed guys?" I raised an eyebrow, gently batting at the hands flailing in the air for my fingers. I smiled as Sunny cooed and grabbed for my fingers.

He chuckled slightly. "They are better at fitting in than that. I'd say... Keep an optic, or rather 'eye' out for black eyed males whose eyes may appear red in certain lights. They will all have a certain look of hatred about them, though. They despise humans, or being kind in any way." He reached out and followed my lead, flicking his fingers over Sunfire's head as she giggled and cooed, reaching for them. "Be very careful. If you see a Decepticon, run." His eyes met mine, and seemed to flash with the sincerity of his words.

End Flashback

Uncapping the bottle I held, I took a swift mouthful, before dropping the bottle as my arm was harshly yanked. Only sheer will kept me from crying out, or choking on the water, as I was spun to face the boy from earlier.

"Earth-borne femme." He growled lowly in disgust, his voice crackling with power as he tightened his grip, until I could feel the bruise forming. "You think you can get away from me?!"

Earth-born... How'd he know? My eyes narrowed as that same feeling of panic came over me. Oh, shit! I could feel my entire body tensing as I glared at him. I remained silent, though, my mouth still full of slowly warming water, as my stomach was too unsettled to swallow it and keep it down at the moment.

"Well?!" He snorted, and I watched as the leash almost subtly vanished from his grasp, and the collar from his throat. "You're coming with me!"

Oh, I don't bloody well think so! With a sneer, I turned and smirked. Walking close, I watched as his eyes narrowed suspiciously. Then, when I got right up in his face, I spat the water into his eyes and kicked him as hard as I could between the legs, before turning and taking off.

I ran through the crowd panting, even as Sunfire wrestled within me, trying to get out. My eyes darted around, trying to find the door, even as my mind screamed I'd be in more danger if I left the room.

Decepticons don't care about anyone. I thought, watching subs and doms relaxing, enjoying their time out. While not being the most pure of humans, they were innocent in all this, and if I remained down here, I only put them in danger. My mind wandered back to the watch, which I still wore, and my fingers trembled with the urge to press the buttons, but a fresh image of Ratchet's scarred face crossed my mind, and I forced my hands by my sides.

I've caused enough trouble.

Suddenly, a sharp pain in my skull caused me to scream as my head was yanked back. A hand closed around my throat as I felt that same something snap within me, but this time I knew I was helpless. The grasp was tight enough my heart began to hum frantically, even as I clawed at the hand, struggling to breathe. I could hear Sunny screaming inside me, both in my own panic, and hers.

Fingers dug at my chest painfully, and I screamed again. NO! My fingers pressed against something that gave, even as fresh pain washed through me. Voices were screaming and shouting, and bodies pressed by as I felt myself being dragged. Let go! Let go! Let GO! I gasped and choked, my throat and...well...whatever I used to breathe screaming, and warnings flashing in my head.

I was quite literally blind from all the red in my vision.

"Give us the sparkling!"

I felt fingers digging into my chest, even as the fingers around my throat tightened. My vision was spinning and I scratched as hard as I could at the offending appendages, a ragged scream echoing through the almost eerily silent club as I felt the fingers sliding under the false dermal layer. There was no gentleness to this touch, as I remembered the slightest, almost comforting touch of Ratchet's hand, when he was showing me how to open my chest. No, this was insistent and painful, and just plain made me feel sick to my stomach.

As odd as it sounded, I felt strangely...violated.

"Got it! Just a little more! If you'd open up, it'd be a lot fragging easier! Troublesome femme!"

"We could always use a femme on our side. Breed a whole new army." I felt hot breath against the back of my throat, even as another hand ghosted down my breasts and ran slightly over my stomach before landing on my hip, and squeezing hard enough to send an all new wave of pain through me.

Let me go! Letmego! I struggled freshly, kicking back and taking pride in the sharp cry of pain I got, as my heeled boot caught something. Then the fingers tightened even more, and the other hand twisted one of my arms behind my back, high enough that I felt something crack.

More red filled my vision, which I really didn't think was possible. Sunny!

"Not worth the trouble. Open up!" The fingers dug in even more, gripping and pulling.

I heard and felt things ripping, the agony almost overwhelming. What's more, I could feel and hear the terrified screams of Sunny as she pressed back further against me, away from the fingers trying to pry the hold open. The pain was blinding, and I could feel my legs giving out, even as something hot dripped down me, but I refused to give in, putting everything I had into keeping my chest plates closed.

"We should just take her with us! The Auto-scum will be showing up before long!"

"Shut up, Sideways, before I offline you myself! Just hold the pit-spawned glitch!"

Black was creeping into my vision, the agony so overwhelming, the tiny bit of breathing I could do under the new guy's fingers slipped away. My chest constricted as I felt the armor being bent and pulled away, hearing more tearing and feeling so much of that unknown, hot liquid pouring down my chest.

"Almost..."

"What the slag?!"

There was a sound of several raging roars as everything faded. The grip on my neck was almost torn off, and I felt lighter, gentler arms surrounding me as I collapsed. I could feel my mouth opening, struggling to breathe, but the pain!

"Slaggit! We have to get her back to base! Bella, hold on!"

The voice was familiar, but as everything faded, the only thought on my mind was...

Is Sunfire ok?


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