Just to warn you guys, the next few chapters are gonna be pretty violent. I guess there might be triggers? Anyway, Vector said I should let you know.

Wheeljack's processor was throbbing when he woke up. He groaned. He felt like slag. He hadn't felt this way since he'd mistaken a bunch of high grade for normal grade and gotten completely overcharged. He really hoped there hadn't been a repeat of that.

Wheeljack didn't bother to open his optics as he mentally catalogued everything. He frowned at what he found. Several files and memories were noticeably missing. In fact, he couldn't remember anything he and Perceptor had worked on recently. And he couldn't feel his servos for some reason.

Dreading what he was going to find, Wheeljack slowly opened his optics.

His servos were gone from the elbow down. That explained why he couldn't feel them. He was also strapped into a very uncomfortable chair and had a hole in his chassis, but it was the missing servos that really caught his attention.

Her servos were quite literally his life. They weren't like normal servos. They had additional sensors and very delicate joints. The heightened sensitivity and dexterity were the reason he was able to perform the experiments he specialized in. He could detect a single molecule of a substance in the air or in a liquid, and he could move his digits in ways that would make most mechs flinch. He'd been activated with those servos, and he doubted they could be replicated.

While Wheeljack was panicking internally at the fact that his servos were gone, a mech came in. The mech had red eyes, which immediately gave him away as a Decepticon. At first Wheeljack thought that the Con's armor was the color of dried energon…Then he realized that it was dried energon. Wheeljack immediately wanted to get away, but he knew that was impossible.

The mech grinned. "Nice to see you up and about. How're you feeling?"

Wheeljack thought that was a pretty stupid question since he obviously was missing his servos and had a hole in his chassis. Best not to frag off the living war machine though. "I've been better." So why did he have to say that?!

The mech grinned and leaned in. "Well, make yourself comfortable. You're gonna be here for a while."

Then Wheeljack felt something prick the back of his neck and he knew no more.