A/N: I'm really pleased with the response from the last chapter! Thank you to all that reviewed and favourite and alerted this story. This chapter is a big challenge for me, especially with the torture scene. I surprised myself at what I wrote. To actually put it down in words, I thought 'what would I not want done to me?' and so that's what I did to Blaster.

WARNINGS: Scenes of graphic torture, violence, swearing, recall of sexual abuse. DEFINITELY not for kids.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Transformers.

Turning Point – Chapter 25

When Blaster came to next, he was greeted by the dank, dark walls of his cell in the Decepticon brig, chained with his arms stretching up towards the ceiling, stretching them slightly. Not enough to hurt, but a niggling discomfort.

The only illumination was from the bright energon bars that guarded his cell.

The door opened, and he kept his face as blank as possible as the dark form of Counterpunch sauntered in. His smirk was seen easily, his denta gleaming fiendishly in the dim lighting.

"Awake. Expected."

Blaster said nothing, only glared.

Counterpunch snickered, "Oh, I don't mind much that you won't talk to me. But Lord Megatron will be down here soon. I'm sure you'll talk – and more – for him then."

Dread sent chills down the captured mech's spinal strut, and he tried his best not to show it. He only let a small, rumbling growl escape before falling silent again. He'd have a feeling he'd need to conserve his energy. As much as he knew that a great amount of horror could be before him, Blaster felt his thoughts turn to Soundwave. His friend was most likely anxious about him, fearing he would be attacked. A justified worry, but he didn't want him to worry. What happened…happened. He couldn't stop it as he was, and he had to accept it.

Still, it would be nice if the Autobots came charging in like heroes right now.

Silence reigned between the two mechs, ignoring each other, as the time passed. There was nothing but perhaps the faintest sound of dripping water and the creak of the ship due to the pressure of the sea around it.

Anticipation was a new weapon, the red mech mused. If Megatron had come down immediately after Counterpunch had said, he would have been fully prepared.

Now, his processors were ticking over in preparation for the evil warlord to come, his optics continually flicking to the heavy brig doors. Any second…any second now…

More time passed. The seconds seemed to stretch on into minutes and minutes into hours.

Counterpunch continued to wait, occasionally smirking.

Finally, deep thuds were heard outside, the unmistakeable footsteps of a large mech.

The doors slowly opened, revealing the form of Megatron, looking triumphant. "Ah," he murmured, "look what my loyal Decepticon has done for me. I am rather touched, Counterpunch."

The smaller mech bowed deeply, shuffling forward to meet his lord and pressing his forehelm to his hand. "I aim to please you with my gift, my Lord, as a token of my loyalty in these dark times where you may not know who you may trust."

Blaster recoiled in disgust at the display. Optimus was a Prime and yet he never asked or even thought of asking for these slimy, simpering affairs in which mechs would bow before him. This Lordship Megatron had was so in contrast to what Optimus acted and lived by. As the warlord patted the traitor on the helm, his bloody optics looked to his captive. Blaster couldn't help but shudder when those optics met his. He felt filthy just from looking at them. The deranged and unstable mind there was so clear to see, and he couldn't help but feel slightly sick.

"Welcome Blaster," he rumbled, grinning maliciously as Counterpunch scuttled out of the brig.

"Aw, no balloons? That's no way to treat a guest!"

However, that didn't keep him from having a little fun.

Megatron made a low, gravelly laugh, and replied, "Your insolence will be punished in time, no doubt. I haven't had fresh one-on-one opponents for a while. This will be refreshing."

"What do you want from me? I'm just a comm. officer," asked Blaster, trying on the innocent tone to see how well it would work.

A fist cracked across his face, making him see stars as his helm whipped to the side, pain sensors flaring immediately.

Not well, it would seem.

He tightened his jaw, determined not to make a sound of pain. He was going to prove he was made of sterner stuff than that.

"You are more than just a comm. officer. You are closest to Soundwave, my biggest disappointment. And for that, I can use you to get what I want. I've been told Shockwave has been destroyed in all but spark only. And for that, you will pay for Soundwave and Starscream's actions. Not to mention there will be no doubt about the Autobots true colours which shall be shown when I ransom you for my officers. No doubt they will want you back," taunted Megatron.

'Sick fragger. Thought this would happen,' thought Blaster.

The grey mech began to circle around his chained form, and Blaster hated the waves of chills as he felt the mech's optics on him. He couldn't stop a shudder as an ice cold finger reached out and touched against his side, lightly following the plane of his hip. "So blocky, you and Soundwave are, and yet, your frames still manage to please as well as a Seeker," murmured the warlord in thought, coming to the front of his captive again.

"My spy tells me you are quite close to the traitor. But part of me wonders…how close?"

Blaster stiffened just the tiniest bit more, and that gave Megatron all of the ammunition he needed.

He leaned in close to his audial and whispered, "So it's that sappy, pathetic emotion called love is it? You love him, don't you? Ha. Like you won't be able to think of sinking into that hot, tight valve of his after this."

"Stop it," Blaster hissed angrily. He'd had enough of Soundwave being victimised, and feared that Megatron's deduction of his feelings for the telepath might make it worse for him.

Another blow to him, this time his abdomen. He flinched, wanting to curl up and protect that spot, but with his arms chained above his helm…

Megaton inflicted another two punches on the Autobot for the heck of it. He could not hide his smile. What fun it was to ruin the Autobot's mind with his memories of the lovely defilement and debauchery he had done to his prude of an ex-TIC. With one hand gripping the other mechs neck, he made sure their optics met.

"I'm going to tell you about it. Oh yes, and to make sure of no interruptions…" here he ripped out the key wire in Blaster's vocaliser, "…ah, there we go."

Blaster shook his helm, and let out a silent yelp as the larger mech yanked on his neck, stilling him.

"Where shall I start? How about what I was doing when Soundwave came in…ah…yes, drilling my favourite whore against the floor. Seekers are a fine delicacy I must say. Especially the way they cry and moan and beg for mercy. Soundwave foolishly tried to stop me. I wanted more. And he looked very fine that night. Hush…" Megatron said, slapping the Autobot's face when he twisted, trying to evade his grasp. "He was powerless. His one weakness I exploited. His drones, of course. He would do nothing to hard him, something I always thought was foolish. It is better to have no attachments. Makes you do what is necessary."

'Yeah, like destroying others lives?' Blaster thought sarcastically, his whole being awash with horror. It was one thing to hear Soundwave talk about it and to help him heal from it. It was another thing entirely to hear the rapist himself talk about it with such relish. He felt like scrubbing clean his plating and audials, and he wanted to delete the memory banks to forget he even heard the beginning.

"So tight…so warm…such a good fuck," the warlord continued, feeling a bolt of warmth go to the apex of his legs in remembrance of the sensations he had felt.

The boom box felt tearing the mech apart with his bare hands, and jerked his arms roughly in the chains to see if they would give. No luck.

"I enjoy how much this affects you…you know he whimpered and moaned in the end like a top end whore. Makes me wonder if he missed his calling in life."

Although Blaster couldn't speak, the murderous expression on his face was unmistakable.

With a harsh bark of laughter, Megatron stepped away, reconnecting the wire in his prisoner's vocal component as he exited the cell. He'd be back later for the real fun.

"YOU BASTARD!" Blaster called after him, "YOU SICK, DERANGED, PIT-SPAWNED, CROSS-CIRCUITED GLITCH OF A TYRANT! You aren't worth the scrap you were made with! I hope you rot in hell!"

The warlord stopped, tilting his helm back for a moment and closing his optics. Ah, but what music to his audials.

Everything was set.

Everything was carefully planned, with 5 back-up plans to account for all contingencies. It had taken most of the evening and time had blurred into the night as he, Prowl, Smokescreen, Trailbreaker, and Starscream worked tirelessly on formulating a plan to both retrieve Blaster and also to finally defeat Megatron.

It was made easier by that virus Ravage had planted in the Nemesis' systems on his mission. It had contributed in producing a plan with a successful percentage rate of 96.4%, with a chance of fatalities at 2.5%.

Still, the knowledge that everything was in place was no solace to Soundwave.

He paced the general area of his and Blaster's quarters. All of the cassettes had decided to sleep on his berth tonight, all of them banding together to comfort one another. It would have been a sight to have joy in if not for the black, gaping hole of Blaster's missing presence.

It took all of Soundwave's strength to hold his anger in.

He had wanted to destroy, and he had felt true rage for the first time in a long time. Possessive in a way he wouldn't have dreamed of. Blaster was his. Not yet in the romantic sense, but they were too deeply connected as friends for him not to be. Blaster believed in him. Made him feel strong. Loved him. And he didn't want that to be subjected to torture.

Sighing, he dropped onto the couch with his helm in his hands. "Oh Blaster…" he whispered to the silent walls. He wanted to get him back.

Soundwave rubbed at his temples. It always calmed him.

He would useless for tomorrow if he didn't get any sleep.

Standing, Soundwave looked at the couch doubtfully. The pull out berth would have been fine for his cassettes, but he would most likely be more uncomfortable there than on the floor. His own berth had no room due to the cuddle pile of cassettes. Almost unconsciously, he drifted down the short hallway and stopped in Blaster's berthroom doorway. A light smile quirked his lips. In pure Blaster style, the berth sheets were not fully made up and various music based posters were hung, along with holo pictures. The room was so quintessentially Blaster that a pang of sadness filled Soundwave.

Blaster should be here, recharging, maybe talking and laughing with him.

Stepping into the room, a subdued calm took over from his sadness. It was like the red mech was here in the room. It always felt like this when he came in and Blaster was here.

Approaching the berth, Soundwave wondered if it would even be appropriate. He had slept here with Blaster before to calm his night terrors, but to audaciously take it for his own…

Running a finger along the line of the berth, he shrugged tiredly. He was sure no one would mind, least of all Blaster. He sat on it before lying back, staring up at the ceiling in thought. The berth was just as comfortable as he had remembered. Unbidden, an image came to mind of he and his…well, perhaps friend wasn't exactly the best word for it if all went well…simply lying here, on this berth, softly exchanging words. And then simply falling into recharge in each other's presence.

A dream, a wish, a hope.

Shifting to pull Blaster's pillow to him, Soundwave was rocked to his core to feel how at home he was. With most of his pain from his assault faded, but not forgotten, normalcy had returned in its place. And with that, less painful feelings. He hadn't felt like this in a long time. He had felt at home here in his own room, but the sense of being complete here, knowing he could be truly happy and that one mech was willing to love him and do whatever he could for him was a truly buoyant feeling.

His rage at Megatron, his sudden longing for the other split-spark mech, his need to live in peace and protect his creations, all solidified into a solid bar of determination.

Soundwave vented softly, an inner strength building and storing itself for tomorrow. He was ready to go and defend the happiness he was chasing.

With that thought in his mind, he finally found it in him to recharge.

Footsteps echoed in the walkway of the brig, soft, slow. The owner was obviously relishing in his chained form.

Blaster couldn't care less at this point.

As the chilling form of Motormaster appeared, he glared at the large black mech. If this was first course, then mains and dessert was sure to be Megatron. Not resisting the urge to annoy the semi, he taunted with a smirk, "Hey, Motorie, buddy! How's the shit energon and abusive leader life treatin' ya? Good?"

The hulking mech growled, flicking a switch to the side of his cell so that the bars slid away, energy crackling as they did so. "Confident for one who is captured."

"Wow, they must have given you extra circuit chips if you could string that many big words in a sentence," grinned Blaster.

The fist smashing into his face made him regret it slightly. Why did they always have to go for the face?

Motormaster's engine rumbled lowly. "Mighty Lord Megaton has given me the honour of allowing me to have a few breems with you."

'Joy,' the chained mech thought sarcastically, still glaring at his enemy. He tried to will his limbs to be loose. If he was going to be beat up, then he wanted to minimise cable damage. Tense cables if he prepared for a hit could do more damage than good. He would just have to bear the brunt of the pain. He wasn't disappointed when a massive fist smashed into his chestplates. He hissed as he felt the plating give slightly. If punched enough, his chestplates would break and his cassette slots would be damaged.

He cried out as fists pounded into his chest, his sides, his abdomen, and his shoulders.

Little bits of plating and paint enamel were flying everywhere, metal squealing as it impacted on metal. Pops filled the air when the plating dented, crushing components in between. Blaster could only hiss and cry out in his pain, powerless to do anything but vocalise his pain. Sensors were filling his vision with annoying alerts and he shoved them away. Although anything was better than Motormaster's twisted, ugly visage, he needed to see if he could exploit the other mech in any way.

After a few more painful blows, the punches stopped and Motormaster huffed in what he thought was disappointment. "You're not fun," the bigger mech said sullenly. "You don't scream like some others."

With a roguish smile through cracked lipplates, Blaster replied, "Sorry about that. Don't feel like it today."

Motormaster's optics glowed with fury, and it looked like he was going to deliver a powerful double-handed blow when a low, gravelly voice ordered, "Time up. My turn."

The Stunticon smirked at Blaster, whose smile disappeared when he recognised Megatron's voice. Being Motormaster's punching bag he could deal with. Being Megatron's torture toy…not so much.

As the black mech lumbered out of the brig, Megatron stepped forward, smirking in satisfaction. "Art at its best," he murmured, appreciating the sight of his captive dented and scratched even further than yesterday, energon dripping out of a particularly nasty dent on his left shoulder. His faceplate was cracked in places and one optics was flickering. Perfection. With a fingertip, he gathered some of the leaking energon from the wound and brought it up to his nose, inhaling it before lapping it all up, delighting in the look of horror on the red mech's face.

"Soundwave was just as delicious," he murmured with an insane grin as Blaster's anger returned.

"You are a complete and utter fucktard. You make me sick," Blaster spat.

"Human curses, oh how colourful," laughed the warlord, stepping close so that they were pressed too close together, his mouth by Blaster's audial as the chains rattled from his struggles. "You know, it is a pity I couldn't show you pictures of what your precious Soundwave's valve looked like after I finished with him. Dripping my transfluid, coalescing with his energon. Fragged good and hard."

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP YOU DIRTY FILTHY PIECE OF TRASH! SOUNDWAVE IS A HUNDRED TIMES THE MECH YOU WILL EVER BE!"

Megatron snarled and head-butted his captive, rage welling quickly within him. He slashed at the mechs damaged shoulder, widening the torn energon line, a large chunk of plating flying from where his talons tore it from. He relished in the other mechs hiss and groan of pain. He eyed the energon dripping profusely from the injury, but decided against it. He would have more fun first.

He dug his claws into other wounds, widening them, twisting painfully, snickering in delight as Blaster yelped, trying to twist out of his grasp. "They're not coming for you, little Autobot," he taunted. Ooh, this mech was a fighter. He was going to have fun ruining this mech like he did Soundwave and Starscream. A lot of fun. But first…he reached into his subspace, pulling out a small saw.

Blaster saw it and his optics widened. "Don't…"

"Oh hush. I'm not going to kill you yet."

Megatron turned it on, kneeling, and made small, careful cuts along the leg plating, drawing quick, agonised cries from his captive, working his way up. He was careful to only hit minor energon lines. After all, it wouldn't do for him to call Hook down here to save his captives life. He passed over the hips plating, now cutting into abdominal plating and delighting in the louder cries.

"Ahh! Sick…f-f-ragger!" yelled Blaster, vocaliser static filled towards the end in his pain.

"Mmm-hmm."

Seeing the little energon dribbles leaking from most of the cuts, Megatron felt immense satisfaction. Now, to make his prisoner really scream…

He pulled a syringe-like tool out of subspace. It was filled with hot, molten metal. Before his victim could recover, he plunged it deep into the side gap between Blaster's hip and leg, and pushed the plunger down. Immediately, Blaster let out a long agonised scream as the hot metal melted some of his leg components, locking it in place as the molten metal hardened.

"Even if you did escape, you wouldn't get very far," chuckled Megatron over the Autobot's scream as he raked his claws over the bleeding cuts on his abdomen.

Blaster emitted a strangled groan, unable to think because of the sheer amount of pain. He staved off the forced offlining. His sensors were urging him to offline so he could be fixed, but he didn't want to think of what would happen to him if he was unconscious. Literally ripped apart, reprogrammed, or raped…his whole body shuddered in revulsion.

"Now, what shall I do-"

The warlord was abruptly cut off when the floor quaked. He was thrown to the floor, crimson optics flashing in fury. "Who dares-"

He was cut off again as it felt like the walls themselves were moving. Blaster, injured and dazed as he was, heard the louder creak of the ship and realised why they were moving. The whole Decepticon ship was moving!

"Whoa," he muttered as he swayed to the side, the chains pulling on his ragged wrists.

Megatron was growling like a caged, feral animal, annoyed at the lack of comms when Counterpunch burst through the doors to the brig.

"My mighty Lord! The ships controls are going haywire! It's manoeuvring us towards the surface! Hook and Ramjet don't know what to do and the whole computer system has shut them out!" the small blue Con yelled, obviously frantic and fearful of the wrath Megatron could bring.

"Stay here you bumbling fool while I go and fix the mess that you all have undoubtedly made," snarled the grey mech, stomping out and slamming the brig door behind him, highly displeased from being kept from his prize.

Counterpunch, relieved at being out of the firing line, sat down on the guards chair, taking no notice of the glaring Blaster.

Blaster hated the mech in front of him. Not only did he kidnap him, but he was a traitor. Real traitors were meant to be punished. If they ever captured Counterpunch, he wanted either he or Jazz to do it. He wanted vengeance. Of course, he wanted Megatron to be punished (and preferably dead), but it was Soundwave's and Starscream's to take if they wished. Not his.

Counterpunch however…

As the ship lurched again, the boom box couldn't help but wonder how close they were to breaking the surface. Whoever mucked up the engine and steering controls was doing him a big favour. Steadily leaking energon from the various cuts in addition to other injuries, his self-repair was working so hard it was making him heat up, and the energon loss was making him weaker.

"I'm too stressed to think about torturing you. Besides Megatron will have my helm if I do. So recharge you idiot," Counterpunch said.

Blaster let out a weak laugh. "Like I'm gonna believe you?"

The other mech shrugged. "Suit yourself. You'll just be worse when my mighty and powerful Lord gets back once this problem is fixed."

Blaster weighed it up in his processor before submitting to the overwhelming desire to recharge. He would me more useless and unable to think if he didn't.

Soundwave stood proudly beside his creation, having to place his mask over his face to hide his grin.

Ravage had mentioned planting a virus on that mission to the Decepticon base.

What he hadn't revealed was the exact nature of that virus. It wasn't until the 'Grand Plan' had been organised that the telepath had discovered that Ravage had created a unique virus in revenge for Soundwave's assault. So complex and yet so simple it was that it allowed Ravage to take complete control over the Nemesis' systems.

Complete. Control.

Ravage looked very much like a cat who got into the cream as he fiddled with the joystick from the large remote that was his control point for the Nemesis. Any moment now, the Nemesis would break through the water and he would hover it over to the beach. And in having complete control over the Decepticon warship, it meant the mechs within it could not use the outer weapons and defences. If he had wanted to, he could have locked down all the doors in the ship, but that would have hindered the process of getting to Blaster.

A few of the Autobots were with him, but the rest were in their positions. They were going to come from all directions.

"Ravage," Soundwave murmured, "well done." He sent pulses of immense gratitude and pride through their creator/creation link.

"Does this mean I get a long belly scratch later?" the feline asked teasingly, optics intense on the water.

"And a waxing," agreed the blue mech, visor glinting in the sun. The urge to find Blaster was so strong. The red mech had been his protector for a while now. It was his turn to return the favour. He held his breath, his tanks rumbling anxiously as the tip of the purple tower pierced the ocean. As it rose out of the sea, Soundwave couldn't believe how ugly the ship looked. Seaweed was strewn everywhere, and many portions of the purple plating was dark with rust.

"It's a wonder it didn't collapse," remarked a serene voice beside him.

Prowl and Jazz stood together. Prowl was to be Ravage's protection, as Ravage was to continue to make sure the Nemesis' defences could not be used against the Autobots. Jazz was going to go in and try and get the Coneheads out so they could fight with the Autobots.

"It's amazing what happens when the two mechs responsible for the ship's upkeep left in the face of true tyranny," Soundwave quipped back.

The saboteur snickered, while the tactician only wore a grim, determined smile. He turned to his friend, asking the telepath, "Are you sure you are ready? We don't know what we will find."

"Blaster was my saviour in my time of desperate need. I can only attempt to be the same to him," Soundwave replied.

The Praxian's doorwings flared and he said, "I know you will be."

A/N: *peeks out from hole* Erm…anyone still reading after that graphic torture scene? *ducks*

But I would love your reviews! I bet you didn't see that coming ;D And aren't you all glad I didn't have Megsy rape Blaster?

I also enjoyed writing the scene where Soundwave goes and sleeps in Soundwave's berth.

And guess what? I'm gonna get more than 400 reviews! YAY! *hugs you all*