sorry for the lateness. is it late? *shakes head* cant remember have so much to do for school and all that jazz. anywho, there is a picture on deviantart for thi chapter. it is by frapacino and i called 'lil' Ri and Charga - isnt freedom our right'. go check it out. its not so good but not terribad either.

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I never, ever in my life thought I would ever say this, but right now I HATE humans! They are the reason for this! It's their fault that I have been striped to my protoform with cut and missing wires and my spark bared for all to see. It made me shiver. I could feel everything around me so much more with my spark bared. With everyone that came into this room I could practically taste their emotions. Their curiosity and the sick, terrifying, eager desire to rip into me just as I had ripped into that regulator.

I whimpered for what felt like the millionth time, and it might have well been, as I shifted ever so slightly. The thick shackles and chains held me to the floor and wall, digging hard into the circuits of my limbs, and a heavy contraption held my chest plates open, forcing me to bare my spark. It hurt for my spark to be this open and I knew this could do some serious damage to me but I couldn't really think through my clouded thought processor.

Another thing was strange though, not once in the distorted time I had been here had I fell into recharge or stasis lock. It was like they knew exactly how to avoid forcing me into it, and for that they would need to have studied an awake cybertronian.

Did they have one? Who was it? Was it someone I knew? Was it decepticon or autobot?

My thoughts were drown as a loud beep came from the door to my cell and if swung open. On instinct I shied away, pressing into the wall and whimpering loudly. The sick fascination I could feel rolling of this man was almost enough to make me purge and cry and scream at the same time. I screeched as I felt arms grab tightly around sensor nodes and fine energon lines along my arm, crushing them as I was yanked out of my binds.

It took quite a few men to get me on the rolling metal table but it was enough and they didn't even bother to strap me down as I lay on my crushed wings, all I could do was moan in pain, begging for my Ama and Aita.

My dread dragged along the ground, forming just one of the many trails of energon that dripped from my body. Part of me wondered why Primus was letting this happen to me, didn't he love me?

I was his daughter, his oldest and youngest, his first child of millions. If this was true, why was he letting them do this to me? does he really love me? is it just a ruse? Was I just a tool, something to be discarded?

Flash…flash…flash… the lights passed over me in their unusual pattern. From the way they are spaced I guess I am going to a different room this time. The only warning I got that I was there was the *crrrrrrr* as the door opened. I was dumped onto the floor and screeched in pain as the chains and shackles pulled and cut more wires at the harsh treatment.

The door shut with a thud but I knew the scientists were still in the room, I could hear their alien words, I pulled myself shakily onto my knee joints and tried to tug my spark chamber closed manually but only received a shock that pulled another screech from my damaged voice processor.

I never expected to meet the cybertronian that they kept here. I never thought that said cybertronian would be a sparkling and I definitely never thought that it would be a seeker. Oh no, not just any seeker, but one I could feel a bond with, the only bond that I could feel at all in fact.

Trine mate.

An almost dormant part of my mind sprung forward and my pain doubled with the pain I could feel from my Trine mate and I shot up, pulling on my shackles and chains harshly, reaching out for my trine mate.

I could feel that my trine brother, I had instantly seen it as a mech, was younger than me, and I know that that is probably impossible but I feel like I know this spark. I focussed on my new found brother and my optics widened. The spark that stayed with me in the blackness. I pulled harder on my restraints.

So this was why He had done nothing. He gave my Trine brother his own frame. My trine brother, much smaller than me, much more fragile than me, was not restrained and ran to me, clinging to my open chest plates with pained sobs and whirs. I crooned through my pain, spark telling me that this was what I was meant to do.

But something was missing. I could feel it. Seekers are born in groups of three, in Trines, and my brother and I were only a pair. We need our third part.

I could feel the scientists watching us but I couldn't really give a damn. Not to mention finding your brother and trying to take away all his pain and add it to my own. My head snapped towards the female scientist edging forward. She was frightened, I could feel it rolling off her, and if I had to guess I would say she was forced to test my boundaries with my brother.

I snarled loudly and my dread curled over my head like a scorpion's tail, bladed tip glinting dangerously as I held my damaged brother and curled over his smaller frame, he only came up to my knee joint so I could easily envelope him with my damaged body.

"Dr Darby, step back! That thing obviously has some form of protective coding!" the woman just shook her head and I growled at her stubborn determination. They thought I was just a robot, just like Galloway told them, thought I was not sentient. HA, I'll show them.

"*fizzlecrackle*…back *crackle*." I growled and almost smirked as all the scientists gaped like a stunned mullet.

"Did-did that thing just talk?"

"We were never told it was capable of competent speech."

"Do you think it has an A.I.?"

"*GRRRR* no A.I. *cracklecrackle* sentience….*sizzle* stay….back" I almost whimpered at the pain from my voice processor and I could almost hear Ratchet yelling at me for overusing it when I knew it was damaged but I pushed those thoughts away. No time for them now.

"Amazing! A robotic being with full self-awareness!" a nameless scientist said as he stepped up to the red haired woman, Dr Darby.

"This is not something to cheer about Marcus! This just proves that we have been torturing, dissecting, a living, thinking being." The woman looked at he with horrified eyes, her regret was contagious and I could soon feel it coming from the one other scientist in the room.

"My name is Clara, I am so sorry about what has been done to the both of you, really. Do-do you have a name?" the red haired Clara asked and I stopped my growling and lowered my black dread to look at her cautiously.

"C-*fizzle*-Careen. This is *crackle*….brother, not….have name. *fizzlecrACKLE*" It burned the wires in my throat to speak but I needed this woman to understand, this was my only hope.

"Please…..help us *cracklecrackle* help….us." my begging sounded broken and strained but I got the point across when I felt her guilt grow stronger.

The woman was suddenly moving towards me and I couldn't find it in myself to do anything to her.

"Marcus! Help me with this!"

"Damn it Clara we are gonna get in soooo much trouble if someone sees us!"

"We are the last ones here. All we have to do is get past the night shift and get Careen and her brother to my car then you can go on your merry way and think you never had anything to do with this."

They kept up their bickering as Clara, with the help of a reluctant Marcus, pulled me to my feet. It was kind of awkward, me being several feet taller than them so, looking at my HUD, I pulled up the self-diagnosed condition of my transformation cogs. Some of them were completely missing and others broken beyond repair but I could tell that if I pushed it I could make one transformation and be stuck in that form for a while.

I carefully placed my trine brother down and pulled away from the two scientists. I forced my vocal processor to shut down as I transformed in to my human form, and I found my injuries reflected onto this form as well. Large cuts leaked glowing blue blood, especially one on my neck, wrists and ankles.

"wh-wh- HOW did you do that!" Marcus exclaimed and I only looked at him blankly as I picked my younger brother back up and rested him heavily on my hip.

"I am cybertronian *coughcrackle* we are…good imi*fizzlecrackle*tators." I replied and limped towards Clara.

This was it! After this unmeasured time in this Pit forsaken place I can finally go home. Ratchet can take this thing off my spark chamber. And I can see Ama and Aita again. I wonder if they'll like my Trine brother. I hope they do, it would break my already weak spark if they didn't.

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