A/N: Nothing to say.
Main Pairings:
Ann/StardustxOptimus
Child(s): Stella/Gem, Bumblebee (adopted),
future Ann/StardustxOptimusxJames
Child(s): Gem, Bumblebee (adopted),
BarricadexBumblebee
RatchetxLuna
Warnings: romance, kissing, mentions of interfacing, past violence, anything else I forgot.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my character(s).
Optimus needed to cool off. He was stressing too much. He transformed down, Ann joining him. The Prime drove away from the base, not caring how far he went. He just needed to think. Ann looked at the dash with worry. She ran her hand up and down his seat.
"We'll find her Optimus," Ann said.
"I know we will. I am worried that A.R.O has her," said Optimus.
"And even if they did, we would find her and bring her home safely," said Ann. "Gem is strong. She has your strength."
Optimus sighed. He just wanted his daughter back. The red and blue mech pulled off to a clearing. His com link beeped with a video message. Optimus allowed it, growling at the unknown man that showed up.
"I am Scythe, head of A.R.O. I am sure you have heard of us, just as we have heard of you. I'm sure you are wondering where your daughter is. She's been given to me. Though as any parent would, they are willing to sacrifice anything for their child. Come to these coordinates. There, I will explain my proposal for her safety. Oh, this message can't be shared with the others. If you try to, you'll receive a painful reminder. I await for you."
The message beeped off. Optimus noticed that shortly after the message was received, it deleted, sending a short burst of pain through his helm. Ann rubbed his dash to help soothe him.
"Do we as he says?" Ann asked.
"I am willing to do anything within my power to save Gem," said Optimus.
"Then I'm coming with you," said Ann.
"At the first sign of danger, I want you to get out of there Ann. I will not risk losing you," said Optimus.
"Fine, but I'm still coming with. I'll fight if I have to. I'll protect your aft too Optimus," said Ann.
~~~000
"Sir, we've detected the Prime coming with the other human," one man said.
"Excellent. I shall go and meet them. Brothers, remain here," said Scythe.
The man got up from his chair, turning on his heel and leaving. He stepped outside just as the Peterbilt stopped in front of him. Ann hopped out to let her mate transform.
"Where is our daughter?" Ann demanded.
"Patience. In exchange for her, you two must surrender yourselves over to my scientists to be experimented on," Scythe said.
"Never," Ann spat.
"Very well then. I'll just push this button to terminate her," Scythe said, ready to press the button in his wrist bracelet.
"No!" both creators shouted.
"I will give myself up. Please, let my daughter and mate go free," said Optimus.
"I can't do that. It must be both or none," said Scythe.
Ann looked up at Optimus. The Prime shook his helm a bit. The woman turned back to the man with disgust.
"I'll surrender too. But, you have to let our daughter go unharmed," said Ann. "If she is hurt, then we won't hesitate to destroy you."
"She'll be just fine," said Scythe. "Come along."
The man smirked when he turned his back to them. That was easier than he expected. The two creators hesitated before following. Once inside, a small dart imbedded itself into Ann's neck. The woman hissed, pulling it out. She teetered, the sleeping drug acting fast.
"Ann!" Optimus shouted with alarm. He muttered a small gasp as another dart hit him, releasing a similar drug into his systems. He slid down the wall, struggling to stay awake. He watched as two guards grabbed his mate, dragging her off. "Ann..."
~~~000
Optimus onlined his optics, blinking away the haze. He was bolted down with Ann still unconscious on a medical bed near him. He tested his bonds, but found them to be too strong.
"Ann," Optimus said, trying to rouse her. "Ann, please wake up."
The woman did so slowly, turning her head to her mate. Optimus sighed in relief.
"Optimus," Ann moaned.
"Are you okay?" Optimus asked.
"I'm fine love. A bit groggy, but it'll go away in a bit. What about you?" Ann questioned.
"I am functional," said Optimus. "I need to find a way to get you and Gem out of here, even if it means I won't be getting out of here."
"Don't talk like that. We'll all get out of here and destroy A.R.O," said Ann.
"I doubt that."
Ann turned her attention to Scythe as he closed the door behind him. Two pairs of scientists stood at his side, different tools in their hands.
"You're going to pay a lot Scythe," said Ann.
"Well, given no one will ever find you, I doubt that," said Scythe. "These four will be assigned to you. They will report back to me. If you fight, it'll only make it hurt more. But please do so. I enjoy seeing our specimens have some fight to them. Your daughter did."
"What did you do to her?" Optimus demanded, optics flashing dangerously, going red for a moment.
"Nothing you should concern yourselves about. If I were you, I would concentrate on surviving," said Scythe. "Gentlemen, I shall leave you to work."
The four men walked over, a pair going to each subject. Ann found, not wanting them to touch her. Optimus did the same thing, pressing his lips together. He would never say anything that they needed.
~~~000
Stella felt confused. She felt pain echoing from her creators through the bond. She whimpered. A.R.O must have gotten her creators too. The preteen looked around her cell. She had been trying to find a way out of it for the past week or so. It was hard to tell how much time has passed. She needed to get her creators out of here.
Stella tapped the ground. Solid. The girl paced around, completely bored out of her mind. She fiddled with the small necklace she had kept hidden. Her brother had given it to her, telling her that it was made from pure diamond dust. And if she was correct, diamond was strong enough to cut metal.
Quickly taking it off, Stella went to her cell bars. Two or three bars should be enough for her to slip through. Looping it around the first bar, Stella made a sawing motion, slowly working her way through the bar. It would take time, but at least she would be able to escape, find her creators, and get out of there. Primus knows what they were doing to them.