Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Just the plot and OCs.

Blackice. (and somebot else, see if you can figure it out) 30. "Who would have thought it would come to this."

The room was a fire filed, sparking mess. The sheer amount of torn metal, shredded wiring, and busted furniture enough that it looked like a hurricane whet through it, not a mech.

But Blackice was no normal mech. Not anymore.

Snarling the massive black and silver bot slammed his fist into another wall. The metal buckling with the force. Spinning around he did it again. And again. And again.

Windows shattering. Metal splintering.

Until his fists were busted and leaking and even then he kept punching. Whole frame burning with the force of his snarling and the pitch of his engine vibrated the whole room.

With another roar he kicked out. Denting the already buckling wall. With a crash it fell in. Taking half the room with it. With a slam it fell in a cloud of dust and rust.

Leaving those angry red optics glaring through the dust.

From behind him a rasp of a voice chuckled over the sound of his anger. "Who would have thought it would come to this."

Blackice roared, spinning from the broken room to glare down at the smaller mech. "Shut up!"

Grey optic ridges lifted but other then that there was no reaction.

That enraged the massive mech even more, but he made no move to take his anger out on the smaller. He was twisted. Not stupid.

"If you're done with the sparkling tantrum why don't we get to discussing our options."

"I WANT HER BACK!" The huge mech bellowed. "She's mine!"

"And you'll have her." The smaller rasped with a wicked snarl. "We both will, but only if you do as I say."

-Jaycee