Kidnapped…Again

"How should I know what the best course of action is?"

"Seriously!? Aren't you a god?!"

"That doesn't mean I'm omnipotent…"

Fixit groaned as she clawed her way back to consciousness. Oh, her aching helm…

"I apologize for causing you pain, but I could not have you alerting the entirety of the Nemesis," Dreadwing said from somewhere above and in front of her.

She onlined her optics and craned her helm to squint at the dark blue Seeker. Ooh, ow, bright sun…wait. Sun?

"OH COME ON!" Fixit yelled suddenly, slamming her helm back into the ground and startling Dreadwing. "WHY THE FRAG IS EVERYONE KIDNAPPING ME SUDDENLY!? AM I WEARING A SIGN THAT SAYS 'PLEASE KIDNAP THIS BOT, REWARD PROMISED?!'"

The Seeker frowned, moving over to pull her up into a sitting position, ignoring the steady stream of inventive curses flowing from the Eradicon's mouth. "Enough," he said firmly, planting his servo over her mouth.

Her engine growled as she glared at him, but she nodded acceptance. He removed his servo and remained in his crouch in front of her, watching her thoughtfully. She twitched, scowling as she looked around.

…yep, middle of nowhere. Great….

"So what do you want?" Fixit spat, finally meeting the other's optics. "Gonna kill me? Or are you going to have your way with me first, then off me?"

Dreadwing stiffened indignantly. "I would never force myself on anyone! How dare-"

"Well last time I was in a similar situation, that's what ended up happening."

The Seeker froze, staring at her snarling form with wide optics. He then shuttered them, crushing a rock in his servo as he vented steadily, suddenly furious.

Fixit watched him rein in his temper, making sure not to move. She had issues, yes, but that didn't mean she was stupid.

Finally, he calmed enough to open his optics again, looking down at her. "I am sorry. I did not mean to frighten you."

"Let me out of these cuffs and I'll show you exactly how frightened I am," she hissed quietly, grinding her denta together. Dreadwing either didn't hear her or chose to ignore the statement. Probably the latter.

"I assume you would like to know my intentions," he said solemnly, watching her with a unreadable look in his optics.

"…if you would be so kind, good sir." Ah, sarcasm. The one thing that was always there for her…

"I have removed you from the Decepticons-"

"No, really?"

"-for your own safety. You have been lied to-"

"I'm being lied to right now."

"-and deceived greatly by them. The Autobots-"

"Evil fraggers."

"-were not the ones to destroy your colony-"

"Like frag-!"

"SHUT UP!" Dreadwing roared suddenly, unable to ignore her snarky comments any longer.

Fixit flinched back, curling up defensively. He watched her for a moment longer, then went on, satisfied she wouldn't be interrupting anymore.

"The Autobots did not destroy your colony. The Decepticons did. As proof, I offer you this: your description of Autobot Ratchet-"

Cue scared shiver.

"-does not match his actual physical appearance."

"What?!"

"Rather, it matches the appearance of the Decepticon Head Scientist, Shockwave. Shockwave is also notorious for experimenting on live subjects…very few of which survive."

Fixit stared at him. He stared back, brow furrowed in concern.

"Liar," she said suddenly, narrowing her optics. "The Decepticons aren't lying to me, you are. And even if they were (which they aren't), why the frag would you care?"

He gave her a hard stare, but appeared to give up on convincing her of the 'truth' for now. "What has been done to you, what is being done to you, is wrong and dishonorable. Especially since you are a femme...one of the very few femmes left in existence."

She scowled at him, and was about to reply when a groundbridge opened across the clearing behind him. Her helm jerked up hopefully…only to freeze in shock as Optimus Prime stepped through the bridge, his men following behind him.

His optics swept the clearing, landing on the Seeker who had stood. Fixit was hidden from the Prime by the Seeker's bulk.

"Dreadwing," he greeted. "I was not expecting to hear from you again."

"Prime," he inclined his helm slightly. "I had not planned on contacting you again…and then Fixit confirmed the story you told me was the truth. However, I learned something worrying when he talked to me."

"Is Fixit alright?" Optimus asked in concern, stepping forward. Fixit could see his shadow moving.

Well, I guess that answers the question of if the con was working…fraggin' conscience, shut up!

"His helm aches, but other than that, his physical condition is fine. His mind, however…"

"…what?"

"If you would be so kind as to describe Ratchet to Prime, Fixit…" Dreadwing stepped to the side, putting her huddled form into full view of the Autobots. She stared at them with wide, 'frightened' optics as they exclaimed in shock.

"Fixit…" Optimus breathed, moving over to her.

"R-Ryan? W-what-?" she stammered in false surprise, glancing between him and the Autobots in confusion and fear. "Y-you…Lord Megatron said you were offlined by R- by Rat- by the Doctor of Doom!"

He moved to crouch in front of her, retracting his battle-mask. "I was not offlined, Fixit. Megatron lied to you, just like he did to me."

She shrunk back as he reached towards her, eyeing his servo warily. "I don't- t-that's not- but h-he wouldn't- milord wouldn't l-lie t-to me…"

Optimus vented heavily and let his servo fall, ignoring the stare-off between his soldiers and Dreadwing in the background. "He did lie to you, Fixit. He lied to both of us."

"…I don't…"

"Please, let me explain," he pleaded, looking at her with the dreaded puppy eyes. Fraggit!

She opened and closed her mouth, but finally nodded tentatively.

A/N: And Fixit finally meets the Bots! Whoo!

And as a bonus…here! (I couldn't fit it into the regular story)

OMAKE

Starscream vented heavily as he walked to his quarters, reaching up to rub his helm. It still hurt from Dreadwing trying to kill him.

Dreadwing had unfortunately just barely gotten away, having been somehow alerted to Megatron's approach. Nano-klicks after he fled, Soundwave had run in. Apparently Dreadwing had kidnapped Fixit and moved him to an unknown location…and without the Seeker, they had no way of knowing where the femme had been taken.

Fixit might have been an irritating fragger that enjoyed pissing him off, but he was oddly insightful and didn't might sharing his thoughts. He was also one of the few who had never doubted Starscream's intelligence, so even though he was annoying…Starscream didn't really want anything to happen to the femme. He was one of the few tolerable fraggers on the Neme-

The Seeker yelped as he stepped into his quarters and was promptly doused in sparkly neon pink and green paint, rainbow feathers falling after it. He froze, staring at his colorful, feathered frame.

"FIXIT!" he screamed in fury, his cry ringing through the Nemesis. He was going to murder that fragger when he was found!

Thanks to Shimmer Mane for reminding me about the prank!