Thank you for the long lasting support! I give you another chapter! And yes... this is a long one too.

~Dreamer


Chapter 53: Out of Control


/We cannot go on like this forever, master. The plans are being stalled because of this never ending cycle of looking out for the human from the Autodolts, their meat bags for allies and our glitched headed faction members…/ The femme on the screen hissed as she addressed the problem she had been getting a whiff of ever since the start of all of this insanity. Being one of the Decepticons that had met her, she can say that the human was interesting. The little human was a good additional for her 'collection' but not as much as a good collection if dead it seems because the little flesh bag's uniqueness comes from what she spews out and what she does. It was amazing how the Decepticons can change just by what she could do.

Aside from that, she has yet to meet the little flesh and bones in personal but it seems that luck wouldn't be on her side for the next solar cycles as she was contacted to stay hidden till further instructions. There hasn't been one yet in the past quartex so this had left her growing exasperated and bored of all of this as she was left with nothing to do at the post she had been assigned to. Well, not quite 'nothing to do' but the mundane things like living with aft heads and dealing with their slag.

/The little glitch will soon offline in the state it is in now… why should we pursue her like this?!/ She burst out not really minding that she wasn't being respectful to the changed mech that was now more of the person he was before. She can say that the little human had done the most wonder on this mech because really, one small squishie size human shouldn't have the power to move such a cold spark leader. It makes whatever the little flesh bag was, so mysterious that she wanted to do her own little digging if she had been given the chance. Maybe, that chance would never come now that the little one was offlining.

/From what I heard from our glitch medic, the Autobots don't know what they are doing; they don't have a clue or where to start… All of this is pointless as we all know; she will be gone before we can get her again. There is so little chance for us to get to her and be able to redo the effort that you have all been giving, most importantly now that our glitchier members are present./ She deadpanned but truly, inside her, her spark was fluctuating happily and smugly as she saw the fire burning in those red optics of their leader, deadly and merciless as he stood there. Though she was pushing the line now, she wasn't finished. She still hadn't said enough or tested the other enough for her liking.

/Stop running after such a sparkling dream, an undeniably crazy and impossible feat to do or attain. This…? This has no purpose at all… This is pointless and worthless! Just slagging wasteful… Please, a mere human being converted into one of us? I began wondering whether one had glitched though it is a wonder for me on how she is still functioning after so long in that demented scientist's care. It is also a wonder on how could she even survive on the ship with your outmost 'thoughtfulness'./ She said snidely before continuing on hitting the little cracks she was beginning to see.

/After this, what? Will we be expecting to adopt another fleshbag and see if that little slag is as fit as that other little glitch before messing with it once more? Out of all the mechs that would have proposed this to continue, I hadn't thought it would be you, My Lord…/ She snickered and leered.

/You must be unsettled greatly about how our species are dying out, laid to waste and out of its glorious days before all of this... before being 'lost' as that little fleshbag claims… And you think that this would be retribution for all what has been already done. Well, guess what, MY Lord…/ Oh, she was ready to finish this as the other's frame quivered and rattled from the suppressed anger behind that calm façade.

/The little femme, no matter what she is now will sooner or later offline no matter what you do. Because, you have been always an incompetent fool, running an incompetent faction, even before the little glitch suddenly appeared and did her own renovation on YOUR faction./ And with that, Blackarachnid and the Lord departed in a flash of flying colors and sparking wires. Well, only on Megatron's part as he punched a hole, right through the screen.

Blackarachnid couldn't help celebrate her success at reeling her Lord once again but she remained stoic as she turned to face the mechas that were terribly willing to be at her disposal before all of these had happened. Their little extermination mission was going to be absolutely successful indeed.


Gritting his dentas in utter anger and rage, he stared at the already destroyed monitor that was fritzing with its wires sparking at the sides where his servo laid still. He then pulled it out and silently contemplated. Why can't things go out the way he plans it out to be? How come long term plans gets this so fragged up? He would never know why but he can claim that planning for short or abrupt mission were easier than this slag.

Turning to Soundwave who still hasn't said a word to him after all that outburst, he could see that the mech was livid himself. Only another that had spent most of his time with the said mech can actually understand the numerous meanings to his his silence…

"Treachery had been once that slagging seeker's strong point… It seems that after he gave it up, another decided to adopt the title." He started out plainly as Soundwave's deadly metal appendages started to come alive.

"Monitor that little anomaly and see to it that she makes no mistake in this. For now, we will leave her alone and proceed to tackle each and every slagging problem one by one, starting with the little organic's stability. Is Frenzy still with Oans?" Megatron's rumbling and guttural voice suddenly echoed inside the large empty communications room.

"Yes, Lord Megatron…" came the other's reply in Starscream's voice. Now, this was something aching to tell how really livid as he was with this new development, and Soundwave was practically suggesting to take out one of his pawns in this game he was playing. He didn't need more, though. With Barricade, Hook, and Starscream not in play, the plan was pushed back again to the point it was just plainly insane. But he would not just abandon the thing and leave everything as it is. Thinking of Oans, once again, he was reminded of the future they want once again. The thought of tomorrow is still a long journey, as she had said but with the right guidance, she assured that it would be alright once again. But Megatron could only hope that she live through her years trying to straighten them. Indeed, habits die hard so he will not change his mind in needing that little ornament. As much to his chagrin, he admits that he needs Oans to be that little glitch at his side and maintain the progress they have, so dying was not an option for her no matter how hard would the girl take it in the end.

"Tell him what he needs to do and connect him with Hook to get it all done…" The larger mech's words rang finality as he let the silence engulf both of them. The communications officer just gave a respectful bowed before leaving the other brooding with his processor.


In waking up, she did not like the feeling at all that wrack her within. Confusion, repulsion, disgust, anger, sadness, and all things negative invaded her the minute her mind started working what it had been supposed to be doing from the start. It was like she should have been able to breathe in the air naturally with what was happening to her but she was not able to for some reason. She cannot hold onto the same feelings she should have for her family as she doesn't know what to do with the other.

Looking around the place of her rest, she tiredly sighed and let the silence fall on her. Here she was yet again in the same white walls, in the same smelling room, in the same med bay that she knows all too well in her stay here but right now, her mind wasn't being helpful as her head spun with images of what she can tell were hers from the beginning. Memories that defined that she had been the other person, with her short hair, miraculously healed skin, and a changing composition of human to Cybertronian. Agony crawled in her from the thought… Agony at the realization she had soon claimed with betrayal. Shockwave promised.

She asked herself, why? Why was this happening? Why hadn't they told her? Is this what they want… to suffer such an experimental and uncertain thing… willing to make the sacrifice of her perishing…? Was she that insignificant to them that they would throw what was left of her uncertain years in agony and to waste? It hurt. It truly hurts her to think about it. Answers try to gather as memory to memory lingered more and more in the front of her mind, filling her with more questions rather than what she had needed.

All she wanted to do there was cry for what happened. Cry for herself, cry for the things that had gone wrong, and cry for the things she could not fathom as her mind elicited frustration. A whimper already left her as her breath hitched from the new sounds that entered her silent mockery of her existence. It was them… and still… a part of her did not want to make them worry about this… dilemma she is experiencing.

"Primus! Isn't already toxic enough for humans?! According to their researchers and scientists, her system could have already shut down from the long exposure to such metals…" The familiar voice of the bot that had been her guardian in Barricade's stead rung in the air, clearly worried and in shock of what she could assume was her condition.

Metals… that was what is in her right now… She was transforming into one of them… that was why Shockwave had been feeding her with energon. The truth to be told, she trusted the mech that it was only something for observation… she hadn't known that it was for this ultimate purpose. It seems that promises are really meant to be broken.

Turning away from her deepening well of depression, she let her focus go to the mechs with her at the time. Ah, these mechs were the once who had been there for her the past few painful months of being the person she wasn't. They had also cared for a person… a human… that has specifically not a single information on her person. And despite that, they continued to help her, care for her and look out for her as they thought of the other faction antagonizing her. It was a complete and utter misunderstanding between them but she knew that her Cons won't be telling the Autobots of what she was to them. They had kept her in the dark for so long… what was the chance that the Decepticons would admit that they also had… a squishy of their own?

She halted herself again from thinking so spitefully. Why? Why was she acting like this? She wanted to know.

"Mercury is flowing in her bloodstream, Optimus. I doubt we could do anything for her at this point… Her body is not responding well to its composition, unlike the other metals that had been located to run in her systems. Instead of helping her with her transformations process, it acts like the excess fat that blocks their artilleries. It cloths the way and hinders transportation of the needed materials in certain parts of her… especially the forming mass within the back of her own processor." The grim voice of the medic said with an edge.

"I do not know what the Cons were thinking when they did it but I can't be sure if it will have a good outcome seeing that she is still part organic. Arcee was able to provide some data on what the femmelet had gone through in their servos but it wasn't that much seeing that almost all of it had been corrupted. From what I had gathered, Hook and Shockwave did such things that could already have offlined her if she were a normal human. She has endured much of the process, really, and this has been an amazing feat for her to be still intact… I regret that I might not be able to help her as we step into the unknown if she continues on like this, thinking that this might be the end." Full of fact and melancholy, Ratchet addressed what state she was in and the light they were losing.

"Do not lose hope, my friend. Samuel has done his own great feats and survives as much of what we had not expected of him. If one human can do it, I have hope that she would certainly do the same."

"But that is Samuel! He had held the Allspark from the beginning so I am able to deduce that at some point, it had left him with the capability to transform. It was not shocking for me because our main creator helped him through his own change in composition." Ratchet argued with the other. She was sure that the medic was already glaring at the Prime and she can't help smile slightly at the similarities she was getting from them with the Decepticons.

"We should not forget that before us, it was him. Normality was what he had tried to attain… it was what he was living in before we came. And as we entered, he was still a human, fierce, bold, and young. Neither was the boy a soldier at the time but he had managed to engage Megatron with courage that any of us have. She fights, that is why she is still here with us, and for that, I am already thankful and hopeful that she would surpass this with her own strength…" Optimus said with finality, lifting some of her anguish from her chest at how he had held her so high up to the medic. She was thankful for the mech for making her slightly forget her own problems with her faction.

"Well, Samuel has been able to make the transition faster than her own agonizing one. She needs more of the metals that she had been given if we want her nanites to continue on with her process. But that is only the start of the problem that we are facing. From the spark analysis that I have made, her energy tends to fluctuate on an imbalanced scale between her systems that had tried to endure the strain." The medic pointed out.

"You have pointed out that metals are harmful to them, Ratchet…" Bumblebee said with some chirps and warbles. This time, instead of actually not understanding the youngling, she was able to deduce what he was now saying.

"Yes, I have. But as you can see, she has entered the stage that she needs the right materials for her transformation to continue on forward. Like Samuel, she would need to consume the amount of energon she would need." The other replied with a matter of fact bored tone.

"From the last infiltration you and Mirage had done for me, the Cons were already giving her a mixed dose of energon and refined metal particles in the mix. The machines you both had reported were modified human hospital machines that would monitor her spark and inner workings as far as they can with her hardening bone structure. I cannot make the same dose seeing that the retrieved information was part of what had been corrupted but I was hoping that I might be able to recreate the same thing for her. For the meantime, I will try and monitor her speed of transformation and would place her in strict medical orders to consume energon in small intervals. It would have been easier with a sample." Ratchet muttered the last part with a low growl.

"What else are we facing with her condition?" The deep guttural voice of the gun-toting mech came into the conversation as if he was there from the beginning. She hadn't expected that. How? How can the large mech stay silent like that and remain inconspicuous enough to be left behind as nothing? If you ask her, Hook was a medic and he was heavy, making vibrations from just walking around.

"Again, from the half recovered data from Hook's medical data pad, we have so limited information on what is happening in her. If we want to know anything more, we would need to ask them directly for them to willing give us a definite answer rather than observing her condition at a critical state where she should be being taken care for… Decepticons giving us the means for us to take care of what should have been theirs to utilize for whatever, it will be very unlikely if you ask me." Ratchet's voice was followed with some tinkering of tools.

"How about we let me talk to them my way?" The sound of canons whirring and activating came and the girl couldn't help deadpan at the mech for his head on strong attitude. From what she had heard, it was true that the Decepticons would not give them the information they seek but if it was for her, maybe they would?

…or not, she concluded as memories of the time she was placed under the shelter of a bus stop entered the front of her mind. She can recognize the pained feeling it held and just thrown the memory to the back of her mind to keep her from feeling more anguished as it is.

"Would infiltrating them again, provide us anything…?" Mirage asked.

"Mirage… Sideswipe and Arcee are still recuperating from the damage they had sustained. We were just lucky that the trine had been in disarray when they had mobilized while Arcee managed to slow down Hook." He told.

"About that, Ratchet…" Mirage piped up. "The constructicon was faster than before when I had first encountered him. You know… weight matters in speed right? Well, the Con was moving as fast as I was on that kind of terrain! It was like it wasn't doing anything to him at first, gaining distance away from me minute after minute but maybe, he had exerted his self far to the point of breaking when he suddenly wasn't at full capacity to fight anymore when Starscream came."

"The same goes for Barricade… I was at a disadvantage in our encounter. It was as if he was faster and stronger at that time, I had feared I won't be able to handle him. I was only lucky that we had come to once again, to a power plant, so I had taken the advantage to overload his systems. Amazingly, he was still able to pull himself up and suddenly disappear!" Bumblebee added.

Everyone stayed silent for a while before someone piped up.

"Would it be possible that they had her upgrade them already in that short span of time, Ratchet?" It was Ironhide.

Not before long, the medic cursed the Decepticons for what they have not done. The girl's eyebrows furrowed to the center of her forehead as her eyes turned to slits. This was all clearly a large misunderstanding and they have been letting their false mindset block how they should perceive the Cons. It was not them that had been at fault. She was the one that had given them those in order to help them sustain themselves within the fight because for all she could care, they were one of the top personnel and ally of the Lord that would be likely targeted and put to immediate deactivation.

The information of them using these upgrades till their systems strain was worrying. All the anger she had for them and all the feelings that were making it hard for her to accept them again disappeared. The worry for them gnawed at her. She would have immediately rushed to them to know whether they were alright but that won't be most likely. Their systems would be at its lowest at this time and probably they would be at the med bay too.

Frag them for not listening… She wanted to hit both of the mechs for that but seeing that she was not in the state to be able to make the travel, she settled in the fact that she would meet them soon again. By then, she would remain here and heal… or finish this transformation. The only solace she had in accepting this was the fact that she could now hit them with impact rather than mentally torturing and playing with their processors.

Speaking of torturing their minds, she was suddenly plagued with a memory of the far past. Chaos, screams, and blood… It over rode her own senses that her vision soon fell black and she fainted from the intensity. Her mind didn't shut off though because, in that place, she was re-experiencing the days of her own simple but clearly abused life compared to when she had been taken to the Decepticons.

She felt sluggish the next time she was able to awaken to the conscious world. And this time, there was something aching in the way she glances with her half-lidded eyes. Observing her surroundings once again, she can see that the no one was there to watch her. The silence of the med bay brought horrors to her as she coward back to the edge of her berth, not wanting to escape such solace of silence but to get out of the room that was all too much for her to be reminded of her past experiences.

Admitting truthfully, she would have wanted to go back to the Nemesis and bask in its glory of darkness. Walls tinted gray and dull, dark and gloomy but still, well and enough that would still give her the feeling of safety from the demon lurking in this facility.

Slightly shaky, panicked and paranoid, she almost slipped and fell off the height. Ratchet would be angry for her for ripping one of his supplied blankets but she did not bother to come back for it as it lay where she had been. It saved her the effort of climbing down by getting stuck in the corner, ripping away as she gripped the end on her way down.

She ran to a small compartment in the wall. The ventilation system was the only safe place she knew of in this place. No cameras, no bots going to retrieve her, no humans going to seek her out till they do, and most importantly, no demon to see her. She crawled and turned, having guessed her path from just the memories of her trudging on in their base. She once took the steep slope before climbing up, and all too soon, she was too tired to even advance on. Sweat poured from her forehead and body, her breathing was ragged and already raspy. She needed to rest and that was it.

Saddling to a sitting position, she sat back to the side of the bent where there was an opening for her to feel some cool and fresh air… as fresh as it was. She slowly peaked over the opening and found herself at the place she always let solace conquer. Being with the dead has an effect on her mind that she could not fathom why but she feels as if they were the only ones that could understand her the most.

Laying back on the side of the vent opening, she stared at the small space around her, slowly losing herself in her thoughts though nothing really came in mind. She just remained blank and staring but she knew that at the back of her ever so faulty mind was that she was thinking so many things at the same time that she could not process it all.

From all her thinking, her mind must have been that tired to just shut off as her body slowly swayed to the side. She managed several repositioning when she dropped too low but by the last sway, she was gone to the world again, dropping all the way and finding out that she was just in the right place for her body to fall from the vent opening when it opened from her own metal weight impact. She fell down the ceiling, landing with a thud as she was cramped into the crevice of a metal chassis. Nothing happened after that… but within her mind, she was starting up again.

It was like all of the drawers in her brain were reorganizing itself once again, opening here, popping up there, followed by this file to the next… yes, it was chaos as agony strike her again from the frustration of being confused about who is she for her. Was she Oen when she was the Shein of the Decepticons or was she Shein when she was the Oen of the Autobots? How will she balance such two polar opposite personalities without getting confused and all in all frustrated with herself?

The present memories brought her confusion and frustration. Her middle years brought her loss and healing-hopeful emotions while the last… her childhood memories brought all the darkest of her. Bits by bits, in those memories, the face became more vivid by the second. The features of the person lay before her, striking her with the worst ever case of fear she could fathom as she compares it to the present one that she had been facing.

In those memories of when she was a child… the younger version of the woman can be seen, standing at the distance as she hid in the bush, shaking with the fear of a child should not ever experience at such an age, but there she was, already drenched with her own sweat and lost control of her bladder. The woman's eyes caught her in the distance, slowly holding up her hand and pointing the gun she had used in murdering everyone before her. She was not alone as per say… but it seems like she was the boss as the others stood unmoving around her, not daring to hinder what she was about to do.

The little girl she was back then had soon fallen on her butt as she crawled shakingly back before scattering into a run, far away from the place even as the first shot rang out. Lady Mearing… It was lady Mearing all along that wanted to kill her. And she knew that the lady was being subtle about it at present as she kept seeing herself in situations that rendered her helpless or in danger with strange men. She has an inkling suspicion that she was also the reason for the mercury in her but to confirm that, she would need to ask Frenzy if he was really there with her that time or was it just the hazy memory tricking her.

"No! No!" Her little voice as a child range aloud in her head, the cold expression of the younger version of the woman stood before her.

Slap! Came the woman's hand before another came and then another. It was a never ending cycle till she heard something broke and with a jerk.

Outside of the dream-memory world, the girl was in, she was already sweating and struggling as much as she was in her memories as a child. Her spark pulsed rapidly in her chest as she clutched the shirt above, the pain was clear on her face as the other hand gripped the metal casing of what was aching to be a spark chamber of the Cybertronian she had fallen upon. Tossing, and curling, it was all pain as her breathing turned ragged again.

Her spark was torturing her as it had been influenced by her drastically changing emotions from the dream state. It was fluctuating rapidly with every single transition and was getting stronger and stronger, feeling her limbs go numb or sometimes even on fire. Its strength was unfathomable even for Hook as the medic would have been very surprised about this new development. Unbeknownst to anyone that this condition was brought about from the time Sam had unknowingly let out a burst of Allspark energy.

She doesn't have a facility within her being to store such energy but her spark had gripped onto the amount and encased it in itself, maybe just to use it for her development as what any other newspark would do when in contact with the Allspark… but since she was still part organic and the metal over herself was being hindered in progressing, along with the fact that she was incapable of controlling her emotions, for the time being, her spark fluctuations snapped whatever hold her spark had on the large energy and sent it all over her systems and body.

The energy of the Allspark burst out towards the next best thing that would be capable of handling it but this time, the energy would be put to good use as it disappeared and change into a new form, no more of the energy from the said artifact. And from this energy, a residue of the girl's own spark that had remained was soon put into the mix.

It was like her spark was given a means to relax from the strain it had to endure to control the Allspark energy and its flow within her frame. From the release, she felt more at ease but unbeknownst to her knowledge was that that ease was just the start and utter first taste of what is to come from the stability that she would feel upon the forming of a bond with the other.

The sudden burst of energy surge through the spark casing she held as the excess energy fixed the damages that hadn't been properly fixed in the past. The frame below her soon started functioning slowly as it convulsed, heating up as every system started to online, giving her warmth.

Still in her dreamscape, the girl bad memories were still at it, repeating over and over as it showed the face of the woman but the heat that engulfed her like a hug tugged her out of it, giving her security and assurance of something she cannot fathom upon the sudden change in topography of her thinking. Her breathing was not as shaky as earlier as her body slowly stopped quivering. All she could feel was that she was safe now and nothing else mattered. This was the feeling that was as close to the ones she feels whenever she was with the Decepticons. Her demons were shunned away as she had the inkling that she was being treated like a sparkling like before. It was all bright for her at the same time, relaxing. What was happening was welcome… not until the silence was broken. She heard a voice that resonated with her entire being, coming from the farthest reach of her core while she could mentally feel a presence beside her, dominant and protective at manner… the same like when the higher Decepticon command had her.


Now, you all know one part of the mystery~ Mearing is the one that has been antagonizing her from the start! What will happen now that she remembers? And who do you think had she awaken?

Last chapter choice of flow! I am telling you that the second is the true chapter! Let us give an award to Sam who saves the day again!

Eunice Pacheco: *scratches head* Do you know how long it took me to actually make that words when in my head, they are already at their next movement? *snickers* I'm glad to be missed... It uplifts the spirit specially now when I think nothing has been turning out the way I want them to be. *sighs* You should miss those cliffhangers though... They will continue invading all of my chapters. AHahaha.

BarricadesDemon216: I know, right?! Everything is a big misunderstanding and for the lack of communicating! *snickers*