Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Pixel Belongs to PixelTheLittlestFembot

Chapter 26

" I'm fine, Knockout .. There's no need to preen over me like this. " Pixel whispered, feeling the medic's digit trace every detail of her frame. He had been furious when Megatron had brought her battered form to him. How dare a lowly mech touch his delicate flower? Knockout could taste energon in his mouth as he gritted his teeth and chewed his glossa. There would have been a dead mech on his servos if Pixel had not already taken care of the problem.

" It is absolutely not fine! He harmed you and I'm afraid to find more extensive danger later on. Cosmetically you are fine now, but I want to make sure everything else is too. " Knockout sighed, tilting her chin to look at him as she turned shyly away. Her cheeks were a light pink as the metal heated up. Why did he make her feel this way even after her traumatic events? His very touch was enough to make her tremble delightfully.

" I would be careful of getting too close to her, Knockout. After what Megatron saw, he would kill if he saw how you're touching her." Tarn chortled, making his entrance known. The medic jumped back as if he had been hit by a jolt of electricity. His optics were quick to narrow into slits at the bigger mech.

" I was simply making sure that the dents were out of her cheek. Nothing more and nothing less. " Knockout responded coldly. This mech had no right to be in his medbay without a proper welcoming.

"Ah, I see you take on a more 'hands on' approach with your patients. And how are you, Lady Pixel? I hope you are well after your ordeal. It is a shame that I was not able to make his punishment more prolonged but I am happy to see that you handled yourself quite nicely. Your father is proud and so am I. " Tarn chortled, coming closer to observe her frame. Pixel felt like a prized good being appraised by a buyer.

"No need for such a scared look. I'm simply seeing our medic's handy work. You look much better than what I saw of the feed from the cameras." the devil mech explained, taking her servo to observe the razor sharp tips of her digits. Pixel froze, too afraid to pull back from this mech. The music was still playing on his person and flitted through her receptors.

"Knockout was kind enough to fix me up..." she whispered, starting to give her receptor a light tug. Tarn simply chuckled and released her. His laughter was enough to send a chill shooting down her spine. Her father's entrance was enough to pull her from the discomfort she felt.

"How is she, Knockout? I've been making sure that this incident never happens again." Megatron growled, coming to Pixel's side to stroke her helm. She was quick to nuzzle into his touch.

"I've scanned her over more than a hundred times and I can not seem to find anything more wrong with her. I can do a hundred more if you would allow." the medic said, giving his master a low bow.

"If you think she is fine, then I will trust your judgement." Megatron responded. Pixel felt happy with his presence so close. It made her feel safe, as if nothing in the world could harm her. Tarn was the only mech in the room that made her feel cold in such a spark warming place.

"With my next match not coming up for such a long time, I will make it a point to hunt down any mech that makes the slightest inkling of touch our princess. They will all die in the end anyways." Tarn chortled, leaning against the opposite wall. Megatron nodded his helm in agreement, the faintest smirk playing across his lips.

"...I do not want anyone dead..." Pixel mumbled so softly that her voice was barely heard. She trembled a bit as her sire gave her a deep frown. Had she disappointed him?

"Decepticons are no strangers to death. It is as common as eating to us. The strong survive and the others are turned to scrap to serve the victors. As their leader, their lives are in my servos. They dared to harm my offspring and any others that wish to do the same will face a very untimely end in the most horrific way imaginable." he growled, fangs gritted as fury pulsated throughout his body.

Pixel gulped down her nausea and nodded, not fully accepting the energon lust.

Starscream flew over the ship like a hawk watching it's prey. How he had waited for the day he would make his return! The thought of Megatron dead and bleeding on the ground was enough to pull a smirk across his lips. The seeker would prove that he was the rightful ruler of the Decepticons! But there was an issue... from the Harbringer he had found out about the tournament for the little dove's servo. Dozens of brutish mechs just waiting to prove themselves to Megatron in any way possible would have no problem with disposing of their leader's biggest processor ache.

Then there was his daughter to attend to. In a way, she represented the way his desire to dominate Megatron and overthrow his rule. The way the tyrant treated this femme was so unlike anyway Starscream had seen his former master behave. It was oddly intriguing and pulled at his more scientific side. What sort of magic did she wield over her father? Perhaps, instead of killing Megatron, he could simply make the mech his subject and thus establish his leadership for years to come! It was the perfect plan that he could not wait to launch.

Pixel was relieved to finally get away from Knockout's medbay for awhile. It was nice to have so many people care for her but the constant attention was becoming unbearable. Her processor began to stop it's throbbing as she distanced herself. Why did Knockout and her father care so much? She was naive but had enough sense to know that not all mechs liked her just for her personality. What if the victor won and simply used her, then threw her away like a broken tool? Was Knockout capable of such a thing? Megatron was kind just as her other father had been once upon a time, but he had so much to gain from her. What if that was the only reason he cared so much?

She knew the thoughts were silly and should not be given much attention, but her little spark worried at all these different possibilities. With a jolt, she realized that the anxiety was most likely caused from the separation of her bolder twin. It was the same feeling she had all those years before they were reunited. This realization only made her feel sicker. Did her twin hate her for loving her true sire? A faint pulse in her spark told her a whispered, "no."

Pixel hoped that her twin could feel her own troubled thoughts as she felt Arcee's answer.

"You really shouldn't wear a frown. It's unfitting for your features." a voice spoke up through the silence. Pixel's spark jumped with a sudden start. To her surprise, and horror, the mech she saw was all too familiar. Starscream leaned against the wall, the same cunning smirk on his lips.

"S-Starscream?! You're not supposed to be here!" Pixel exclaimed, fear taking a grip on her spark. What was he doing here of all places?!

"Our meetings were always cut short so I thought I would come for a little visit. You look a bit different since the last time I saw you. You have a certain...edge...to yourself now. I assume your Decepticon coding is showing itself?" Starscream asked, his voice sounding as if he wanted to keep things casual. The femme felt like she was going to be sick. A few moments of terrifying silence went by without one of the two speaking. Pixel could hear her spark beating in her receptors.

"But enough with idle chit chat. We're leaving. Now." his voice suddenly turning dark. His meaning was made clear as he made his way toward her. Pixel was powerless as she was gathered into his arms and carried to the ship's exit. One claw was wrapped around her wrists while the other covered her lips. All that escaped were her muffled whimpers as she felt his wings spread, the mech leaping from the opening and taking flight.

Pixel could not believe what was happening or about to happen. Starscream had kidnapped her and was taking her only goodness knows where! She could not allow it. The things he would have planned for her was too much too bear! These thoughts were enough to give a bit more fight to her spirit, and she began to wiggle with all her might.

"Stop, you little brat! You'll make me drop you!" Starscream screeched, trying to keep a grip on the squirming femme. Pixel wiggled enough to where her mouth was a bit uncovered and clamped her small fangs on his servo. Before she knew it, his hold had relinquished it's grip on her frame and the next, she was sailing through the air. In hindsight, her decision to escape at this moment could have been rethought to an earlier date but her terror had caused a slip in judgement.

It was a mix blessing that her fall was made above a lush forest. The bright side, her fall would not kill her with the trees breaking her descent. The bad side, the trees were what was breaking her fall. Pixel felt as if she hit every branch on the way down before she finally hit the ground. Luckily, Starscream had flown a bit toward the ground before she had squirmed free.

Battered, but alive, Pixel laid deathly still as her chassis pulsated with throbbing pain. An unfortunate branch had struck her helm but the damage was not life threatening. Her optics stared up at the sun filtering through the tree branches. She was oddly confused with her surroundings. Where was she? The sound of an engine running was enough to pull her attention. The sounds of transformation and running footsteps followed the previous sounds. Strong, rough servos pulled her up until she was resting against a buff chassis.

"You alright?! I saw you fall from the fragging sky, kid! How'd you survive? Nevermind, just tell me you're okay!" a slightly panicked voice asked, turning her helm to look up at his features. A scar marred his lip and various other scars marked his features.

"I'm...okay..." she whispered, his features becoming increasingly interesting as she lost focus.

"You don't sound so sure. I'll get you patched up in a jiffy. Doesn't look like you're too badly hurt except that blow you took to the noggin'. You got a name? My name is Wheeljack, but just call me Jackie" he said, his voice gentle but stern and looking for an answer.

"J...Jackie...that's a nice name... My name is...My name...is... I... I don't know. Do you know who I am?" Pixel asked, innocent purple optics staring up to the older mech as she yearned for an answer. The last thing she remembered was falling through the trees before hitting the hard ground.

"That's...That's not good, kiddo."