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When I woke up everything seemed jumbled. It felt like I was waking up in a dream. The rocking motion was pleasant though. It like the top half of my body was in motion: back and forth back and forth. It was nice. I leaned into the soft pliable body that held me. There was a soft whimper and something wet dropped on my face with a slight plunk. I reached a hand up and set it on ahead with long hair that hung down over the left of the face that was above me. I still had my eyes closed but the long hair alerted me to who it was. "Mom?" I asked groggily. The strangled cry that came from the person holding me was disturbing and required more of my attention.

I opened my eyes or rather everything came back on all at once and the action jerked me back into reality where the cold metal floor held my bottom half and a grown black haired woman rocked my upper body. I was in another dimension. No human mother here. No human anything accept the one rocking me and the one sitting next to her not related to me by blood at least. But my surroundings were unfamiliar and my processor caught up with the rest of me and I let out a blood curdling scream. I sat up and out of Mikaela's arms backing myself in to a far away corner.

The girl let me go both of them watching me. They probably had expected something like that but the terror came back full force. Curling around myself I began to rock again like I had in the small cage. It had been nice in Mikaela's arms almost like a mom's but not. She wasn't Elita nor was Sam Optimus. I wanted my parents so badly but the panic that had come on yesterday hadn't subsided at all which meant they still had no idea of what had happened. But I didn't have long to really examine what my parents might be thinking or doing because the asshole was back with what ever it was that made that horrible sound. The electric sound that had caused so much pain and put me into that black state. The pain was one thing but the after effects hitting me now were painful too. I had a headache that I didn't even know could exist in a Cybertronian body. That was hell on one servo. The other was the slight aftershocks that kept sparking in different parts of my body that made me flinch. But I refused to show it.

"I knew you'd be up eventually," Galloway said with a detached air. "But you took your sweet time didn't you robot? 8 hours is a long time! We have work to do and we can't do it if you're not awake."

The remaining part of my adult self that was buried beneath layers of babybot programming and little girl fear was a burning ember that was lit when I was taken continued to smolder hotly but I could not reach the power that anger would give me now. The two men that followed Galloway were armed with guns. I finally looked around me and realized we were in a room lined with some type of clear material that was inside a larger room covered in metal. So whatever they used lined every inch of the place so the signature of my spark and bonds would be muffled even in here. Outside the glass perimeter of our cage that had two beds a sink and a toilet, were devices that looked like something out of a cross between medbay and a hospital operating room. I didn't want to know what any of that scrap did. Galloway was coming toward me with the long stick that was about as thick as a cane and waved it in front of me. I squealed and rolled up even tighter.

Sam was the first to my rescue. "Knock it off she's fucking scared!" he yelled trying to talk some sense into him. I heard a click of a gun being locked and loaded and looked up to see the glowing end of what looked like a cattle prod in my face but beyond that a gun pointed at Sam's head. He had made it half way across the room before gun had stopped him. "Look please don't hurt her any more. She's just a baby."

Galloway's faced turned stormy. "A baby? Robots don't have babies they make little machines. But this one…It knows things that it shouldn't and I want to know why."

"Who got to you," Mikaela asked suddenly taking the focus off me.

"Oh aren't you the smart one," he commented without humor. "You didn't really think that with the whole of the US knowing about those aliens there wouldn't be some anti alien groups. Some of those groups have wealthy backers. I don't need to know names but I do know they need to go. Extreme times call for extreme measures. And knowing the future and how you," he looked at Sam, "brought back one of them when it was clearly dead. I wonder what kind of affects all that alien energy had on a growing human boy."

"So you didn't just take us as collateral damage control then," Sam conjectured.

"OH look who's brain joined the party." Both of the human kids' eyes went wide. "We have many things we will learn from you also Sam. From you and your girlfriend. Now," he said turning to me, "you are going to come with me," he commanded shoving the stick toward me again. Mikaela was the one who tried to get to me this time and the other man who had escorted Galloway in, clicked his gun in warning. I met her eyes and then Sam's. They had tried and even that small gesture had been futile but had reaffirmed my love for them. I had large blue optics and my mother said they were expressive but I didn't know if that was true. "Come along or I will start shooting off body parts that are expendable to your human friends." The threat was delivered rather blandly. My eyes still stuck to the other I finally knew.

There were Megatrons in every dimension and species and my mind froze suddenly. It felt like my spark one of the hottest burning plasma based forms on the earth felt cold. A layer of ice surrounded the flickering orb inside me numbing as it went. There was nothing I could do and my anger that could have caught in the moment when they'd cocked their guns faded into a smolder then went out. The furnace that made me burn from the inside out with fear and terror was just doused by the coming frost. My last feelings were of love toward my parents and my family and then the shut down of every piece of myself was thorough and sealed. The horror in Mikaela's and Sam's eyes was evident but the thought registered with a slight query but then faded.

I slowly went to my feet using the wall as a support and I stood without problems. Standing four and a half feet high I held my optics toward the floor knowing that it would not be allowed. Mikaela fell to her knees the gun following her back. I remember looking back at her as the movement entered my CPU but I didn't know why nor did it matter. Somewhere in my processor I heard crying and I didn't know why. It would have bothered me if I had bothered to really check what the links were doing but they were of no consequence either. The stick was pointed toward the door now so that is the way I went. Behind me I heard the girl cry, "You broke her!"

"You asshole she's just a baby!"

"Babies don't 'break'" he snapped back at their allegations.

"You broke her spirit or rather spark you idiot," Mikaela snapped back in a sharp tone. "They need their parents when their young."

Galloway laughed, "If it has made it more compliant than all the better," I walked out toward some sort of table that had restraints at the wrist and ankle level. I waited outside the door that slammed shut and lock behind me and the man with the stick came into my vision field. "Get on," and I did. Men lifted my hands and feet into the metal shackles and secured them. Something deep inside me shivered. There was something about being held down that almost pierced the hazy numbness that had coalesced in to my very being. But it wasn't strong enough to come to the surface and the thought was extinguished quickly. I laid there and then heard the man talking over my head to others I didn't bother to look for.

"What are we to do with this one?" asked a female voice that was slightly scratchy with age.

"It knows things like future things!" Galloway said. There was a pause.

"It does?" the other sounded disbelieving.

"It doesn't matter what you believe. You're paid to hack not talk. Start with the head there must be some way to get the information we need. After that you can continue the experiments that were on the big one you guys used to have." The information went into my audios but I laid there without moving. Looking too the right I saw two faces against the glass that were familiar. Their faces were horrified. I couldn't fathom why but then neither did I care. I then felt a plate come off the top of my head probably a back panel. Only one other had been back there and that was Ratchet. The name brought no feeling with it just a picture of a mech. I didn't know if there was anything in this world that made sense or was something I was supposed to react to. Suddenly there was a searing heat in the back of my head and I started to scream.

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I didn't know how long they poked inside my head but the burning pain had been excruciating and my vocalizer had long since fritzed and was only emitting soft twitters and clicks now as I reverted to the sparkling language. There were questions asked of me frequently mostly by Galloway. "How did you know those details about the mission?" I didn't look at him because eye contact was usually forbidden.

"Primus told me," I whispered. He asked me this question several times and every time he'd use the stick even though I answered him truthfully. It was him who had told me that all of this was true and that the things I'd seen in my dimension were just peaks into other realities. The lower setting of the shocking rod stung through my body like it had lit up all my nerve sensors at once and torched them for a split second. The cries could be heard resonating off the ceiling far above. For some reason I had several warnings in my heads up display about Energon and overheating but they didn't seem to care about daily needs so I put them aside.

Somewhere on the other side of the room I heard another scream also. The boy had been on a table similar to mine struggling and screaming all the way. They'd left the girl alone for the most part. It looked like they were taking samples of different parts of him including his hands organs and blood. They had only given him something for pain once they were inside his abdominal cavity. The silence had been more preferable than the noise of either of our screams but one or the other didn't really matter. He asked me again and I told him my answer he once again used the stick. It didn't change the truth so it didn't change my punishment.

The presence behind me had moved away a few minutes earlier and was done for the day probably in my head. It was after this last shock that I'd been unlatched and drug to the door since my peds wouldn't hold me and was basically thrown into the room. The black haired girl was crying and looking over my body. As she skimmed some of the marks where the stick had hit the metal I flinched but only absently. Gut reactions couldn't be squelched. "Oh Steel," she said softly, my eyes were down cast so as not to break the unspoken rule of not looking into the eyes of those above you. But she then sat on the floor next to me and pulled me into her lap. She was rocking me. It was not hurting at least. So it was in her arms I slept.

A while later when I heard two men come in the room point a gun at Mikaela and then set Sam on a bed and then leave. She got out from under me and went to Sam who was moaning. I propped my self up against the wall and watched her fawn over him like she had me checking him for injuries that had been at least sewn up and covered. It looked like at least basic healthcare was in their plans for the other two. But logically it made sense because they wanted them alive. I watched through optics that took in the visual imput of all the spectrums but didn't have any desire to react to anything. Not until I was told to. The man was in charge and I was to do as bid. This role was familiar from so long ago. The only thing that mattered was to be good enough as not to encounter the pain that had been peppered through out the day like something the man savored. Finally the warning light in my HUD display was flashing and beeping in my audios. Something about Energon. I must be low. I wondered why they hadn't given me any if they wanted something so bad. That would have logically made sense also. With one last vent of air I slipped into stasis.