Disclaimer: Transformers: Animated and everything related belongs to the rightful company Hasbro. I am in no way shape or form making money off this.

Author's Note: Here we are onto chapter three! Wow, two chapter in one week, I'm on a roll! Well, gonna try to continue to be on a roll anyway. I'll make this short and sweet but I would like to point out this chapter is smut related. However, due to 's strict ban on anything with explicit material I will not be posting the smut here. Sorry but I rather not get banned or take my chances of it. So, I will let you know where to find the smutty filled chapter when I get the chance. Enjoy!

Cybertron Units of Time = Earth Units of Time

Nanoklik = 1 second

Cycle = 1.5 minutes (100 nanokliks)

Breem = 8.3 minutes

Megacycle = 2.6 hours (100 cycles)

Solar Cycle = 1 day (10 megacycles)

Deca-Cycle = 10 days (10 solar cycles)

Orbital Cycle = 1 month (32 solar cycles)

Stellar Cycle = 1 year (320 solar cycles)

!WARNING!

This chapter contains mention of sexual abuse (touching) as well psychological trauma. If you do not want to read this, then I advise you not to continue. If you still want to read the chapter then it is by your own choice. This story has been rated M for a reason. I would also like to say I do not condone acts of sexual violence, and to remind you—the reader—that this is purely fictional.

"Nightmare"

Written by: Beloved Shadow

Inspiration by: JazzTheTiger

It had been half a solar cycle since the Earth-based team lost contact with their scout and despite searching the remains of the building of his last location he was no where to be seen. Repeated attempts were made in contacting him through his communication link but all they received was static, and his GPS was off-line as well.

They had no way to track him and with each passing nanoklik that passed by was making them more and more anxious.

Optimus Prime frowned as he drove through the streets of Detroit. Night had fallen and traffic was light but even as he quietly drove up and down the streets he was running all scans he could think of, hoping that something would show up. So far there was nothing popping up but it was taking all he had not to just tear into the first building and search for the scout.

'Bumblebee is fine. He's a good soldier, he's fine,' he kept telling himself but deep down in his spark he had a very bad feeling. Hearing a horn blaring to his left he pulled into his lane and watched as an angry human sped past him. He pulled off the highway, taking an access road and pulled into the parking lot of a fast food resturant. Air cycled through his vents heavily, engine cutting off. Primus, help him. Where could the yellow scout be?

"Optimus, come in."

"Optimus here. Has anything showed up yet, Ratchet?"

"Nothing. Not so much as a blip."

'Slag it.' He wan't prone to cursing but he really didn't care right now and he had heard the old veteran mutter worse curses when he was upset. "Autobots, report. What's your current status?"

"Prowl, reporting in. I've checked the South and East parts of the city but I have been unable to find any sign of Bumblebee."

"Bulkhead, here. I've checked all his usual spots three times already but there hasn't been any sign of him. I even drove by Sari's place but she hasn't heard anything from him either."

The urge to curse was even louder but instead his engine revived angrily, startling a few humans who were making their way to their own vehicles, giving him a curious look. "Report back to the warehouse but keep your scanners running. Report anything unusal." Hearing confirmations he continued to sit there, knowing that Ratchet was still there but keeping quiet.

"… Optimus, I have a theory but I don't think it's gonna be any better."

"I'm listening."

"Earlier our scanners picked up the signature of an AllSpark fragment close to Bee's locations, and we lost contact with him when he arrived. But when we arrived he didn't pick up anything at all, as though the fragment was never there to begin with."

"You're saying this was a trap."

"Think about it, who do we know who has a fragment and has a grudge against us? And I can tell ya it wasn't Megatron." That left only one another bot who could be behind this.

"Starscream."

"Been scanning the air but not a single blip. You'll be the first to know if anything shows up."

"Thanks Ratchet. Optimus, out." Closing the link he vented even as he pulled himself into drive and headed out of the parking lot, merging with the light traffic. His worries grew even more when he realized the scout was in the servos of a psychotic Decepticon, but his anger was also amplified at the fact that Cybertron's own Elite Guard was at fault.

'If anything happens to Bumblebee, they will all pay.' The thought burned into his processor but it was a slow burn as he took the road back to their base. For now, he would hope for the best.

Starscream was surprised the data cube had worked as well as it did but during these warring times he forgot he hadn't always been a soldier. No, he had once been a great scientist but those glitches in the High Council could never appreciate his genius. For that matter neither did Megatron but that was beside the point.

'As long as he believes what I had showed him to be real, then my plan will be fool proof,' he smirked to himself as he watched the scout from the shadows. The data cube was still playing and he could see how the Autobot was shuddering, optics shut tightly. He could also see that he had bitten though his lip-plate hard enough to cause some energon to spill. He found himself staring at his mouth far longer than he intented before shaking himself out of it. He still had his plan to see through to the end.

'Make it stop… Please Primus, I… I know I'm a worthless glitch…' he repeated to himself over and over. He couldn't recharge at all, ignoring his warning systems about low energy levels but everytime he slipped into recharge his processor was haunted by defrags of his friends-his team, calling him out on all his faults. Each insult was more painful than the last, and it wasn't just them, it also drew up painful memory clips when he was at the Autobot Training Camp, and sparklinghood. Videoes he had sworn he would never play. That was his past and he wanted to forget about it. He suppressed a whimper, servos aching but any type of pain was a welcome distraction however brief from the dark images running through his processor. '… just… make it stop …'

Aburptly the voices did stop, well physically they stopped, but they were still running on a continuous loop in his processor. He heard the chains clank softly and sagged in them, realizing he had been lowered enough that he could stand on his own peds but he hung there for a cycle or two before his stabilizers straightened, giving his servos a rest. His optics slowly opened, dim but he heard heavy peds coming towards him. He couldn't help but stiffen but he dind't have the energy to lash out at him. He flinched when he felt a servo grasp his chin, tilting his faceplates up but hissed as a digit brushed over his injuried lip.

"The truth always hurts, but I argue its better to be hurt by it then be led around blindly by lies," the seeker said quietly as he wiped the slight energon trail away. His own faceplates were void of emotion but he watched as the Autobot's optics slowly began to brighten, looking up into his own crimson gaze.

Bumblebee tried not to focus on the warm touch on his faceplates, the way his digit lightly traced his split lip; he couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched him like this, like he cared. Sure he would get the occassional pat or such from the others but this was more—intimate. His optics took in the purple Decepticon symbols on his wings and it halted the his processor. Narrowing his optics he slowly pulled back from his grip, standing just a little bit straighter.

"What do you want?" he demanded. His vocalizer didn't sound weak or shakey but he had to keep telling himself that he was still an Autobot and he had his duty to perform.

Slowly his servo withdrew only to be crossed over his chassis, regarding him calmly. "I wasn't lying when I said we were alike. Yes, I have tried on multiple occassions to eliminate Megatron, to take over leadership of the Decepticons. I have my reasons for my actions, but you… you're different from the others."

"What's that suppose to mean?" he thought back to the message that his personal files had been looked through and he forced himself not to tremble. Most of those old videoes were locked away so tightly, even if he wanted to replay them it should've take him close to a deca-cycle if not longer to get through all the locks he kept on them. This, Decepticreep, had nothing on him.

"Every battle I have seen you in you are the one always trying to prove something, either to yourself, to your team, or to both. It didn't dawn on me why you were the most ambitious of everyone, why you were so eager to charge in first, and stupid enough to think you would be the one to take down Megatron of all mechs." He noticed the way he flinched but didn't stop as he slowly walked around him. "What I want, is to make a deal with you."

"A deal? With me?" Something was not adding up but listened as he walked around, repeatedly telling himself not to show any fear. Hearing him stop behind him he turnd his helm to his direction, optics narrowed. "Why?"

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We are so much alike, I believe together we could do what those Autobots could never do. We could even possibly do something not even Megatron couldn't do." Leaning forward he smirked and whispered into his audio reciever, "We, could take over Cybertron by gathering all the AllSpark fragments ourselves."

Blue eyes widen. Take over Cybertron? "Do you have a virus in your processor?!" he shouted, twisting around to face him but what little slack the chain gave him wasn't enough for him to completely turn around yet it didn't stop him from trying. "Why would I want to take over Cybertron!? Why do you think I would wanna work with you!?"

"Who wouldn't want to work with me?" He smirked and once more reached out, gripping his chin with a servo but he held him firmly when he tried to pull away, leaning in close. "But, who wouldn't want to work with you? Both our teams underestimate our true potential, always putting us down so they can take the glory for themselves. Think about it, isn't there anything you want to change about Cybertron now?"

"N-No, I don't! Let go!" He struggled agasint his servo, wincing when he felt his claws scratch at his faceplates, but he ignored it as he managed to pull free. He aimed a kick at his capture, but the seeker dodged it and wrapped his servo around his throat from behind, claws resting along the main cable that allowed energon to be pumped to his processor. The other servo wrapped around his body and pulled him against a firm frame. "L-Let me go!" He tried swinging his ped back to kick his stabilizer only to growl when he continued to miss.

Starscream just chuckled and gently traced his claws along the thick cable, feeling the steady pulse flowing through. He felt the minibot freeze for a nanoklik before struggling once more, demanding to be released but he would have none of that. His other servo stroked the bared protoflesh, once more feeling him tense but he also heard his fans kicking on, his frame starting to heat up. ~Interesting…~ he mused, stroking the malleable mesh he felt the scout getting warmer. It wasn't just his protoflesh he caressed as he skimmed his digits over his armor as well, purposely tracing over the seams.

No, he couldn't be enjoying this! He couldn't! And yet, the feeling of those black clawed digits tracing over his frame, scratching his paint job, causing a delicious heat to build but his sensors were all over the place. He felt too warm, bordering on hot, his fans kicking on high in an attempt to cool down. Claw tips began to caresses his neck cables once more, the tips sliding between delicate cables and wires, brushing over his nerve sensors. Bee could feel his faceplates heating up, optics dimming in pleasure as his helm was tilted back, a claw tracing over the split lip plate he winced when it pierced the sensitive metal, allowed some of his energon to slip free.

"I can tell you're enjoying this," the seeker whispered to him lowly, gathering more energon onto his digit then pushing into into his mouth, stroking his glossia. He expected the yellow scout to struggle and try to fight him off but instead the minibot sucked at his digit, optics dimming and closing in pleasure. "Such a lovely little Bee…" he smirked, feeling his own frame heat up, fans turning on in an effort to cool himself down, wings twitching excitedly. His other servo rubbed at his chassis, tapping his clawed digits against the glass and stroking the seams. His engine rumbled as his prisoner let out another low moan, arching into his touch. The chains shook as he tried to touch him, whimpering in want but he was now pressing himself into him. It would be so easy to take him right here, right now, to enjoy the feel of this minibot on his spike, but that would ruin his plans.

"Do you want more, Bumblebee?" he purred his name, listening to him moan as he pressed down on his glossia, forcing him to open his mouth wide. Oh the images rapidly filtering through his processor made his engines rumble louder, the vibrations spreading to the bound minibot which caused him to let out a mew of pleasure.

'Oh Primus… Sstarscream…' He mewed again, louder than before, pressing back into the seeker as much as he could just to feel those wonderful vibrations. His metal frame felt like it too hot, burning him but it was too good. No one had ever touched him like this before, never felt him feel so good, he didn't even care that this seeker was a 'Con!

'Wait, this is wrong… he's a Decepticon… I'm, an Autobot… we're at war…' His processor fought through the haze of pleasure, trying to function clearly but he was still being touched and caressed, digits stroking his frame. This time he managed to catch himself from moaning as he felt claws reach for his lower armor and trace over the seams teasingly, as though waiting for something. He froze when he realized no matter which direction he moved, he would pull away from one and into the other. 'N-No… can't let him… Primus… t-take me, without a-a fight…'

The ex-SIC could tell he was now trying to ignore his advances, trying to stay perfectly still but he knew he was aroused. Chuckling he leaned over and brought his faceplate to his audio reciever, watching his optics open and online softly. "I suppose, this is your answer… such a shame…" He vented softly as he slowly pulled his claw from his mouth and went back to stroking the pulsing cable in his neck. His other servo slid up from his pelvic armor and once more stroked the bared protoflesh. Now he could feel him trembling and tightened the servo around him, pulling him closer as his engines hummed softly. "I won't destroy you, autobot… I tend to get what I want. I just have to be patient…" Lifting his helm hetook note of the small horns on his helm and before he could stop himself, lightly traced one of them with his glossia.

He hadn't meant to let out such an embaressing sound, but he dind't bother to fight the sudden flush of heat on his cheekplates, optics wide in both embaressment and arousal. The seeker froze as he held onto him, silent, but after a cycle he slowly withdrew his servos from him and walked off. Bumblebee was silent, his fans slowing down until his core temperature was cool enough did they shut off but even as he strained his audios he sighed and sagged from his bound servos. Now that he was alone he was soon losing himself as his processor replayed the memories about the teasing touches the seeker had given him, the way his claws traced over the transformation seams, teasing the sensitive wires he found. He knew he had some scratches on him but the slight pain had been quickly taken over by the building heat. His fan kicked back on when his core temperature rose but he dind't care, soft moans escaping his mouth as he thought back to the way his clawed digit rubbed agsint his glossia, trembling when he realized he had sucked on it like some sort of treat.

'Gotta- gotta, calm down…' he thought wearily but he wasn't trying that hard. He shut his optics tightly, off-lining them but he could "see" Starscream's servo tracing the seams along his pelvic armor, afraid he would try and force the panels open but instead he lightly caressed them, as though trying to get him to beg for more. He would have bitten down on his lip plate but it still stung from where he last bit it; instead he lightly probed the slit with his glossia, moaning at the slight sting of pain as he pressed his stabilizers together as tightly as he could. The heat was growing more, begging for more but the chain refused to give way. 'N-Not gonna-uhh!- call for 'im!' But it would be so easy. His fans vented even faster, frame trembling as he felt his valve throbbing in want. His moaning was becoming rapid, servos clutching the chain tightly, fighting his processor to not give in. He never noticed as the data cube lit up and began playing a new series of clips.

"What's he doing?"

"Hey, what's happening to him?"

"Oh Primus, gross! Look what he did!"

He froze, optics snapping open wide he watched as the holovid show what appeared to be a large group of younglings, mechs and femmes all with different body types and color schemes, and they were laughing and pointing at him.

"No… no, no no! I-I deleted this memory! I deleted it!" He began to panic, tugging even harder on the chains but he froze once more when he felt warm liquid slipping out from beneath his armor, down the inside of his stabilizers. Unable to cover himself he pressed his knee joints together but whimpered at the sound of wet mesh rubbing against one another. Now his faceplates were burning in embaressment as the younglings continued to point and laugh at his state of arousal. It grew worse when the holoimages of not only his team but that of Sentinnel Prime showed up, insulting him as they laughed and pointed along with everybot else. Just like before he tried to disable his audio recievers but the lock was still engaged. His frame went slack and he could only hang there, optics shut tightly as soft ktching sounds escaped his clentched denta. More than anything he wished he was anywhere but here, even back on Cybertron but it wouldn't matter. No matter how far he ran, he could never escape away from this dark memory.

"I… I… *ktch* de-deleted… this… *ktch* … why…" he whimpered into the shadows of his prison.

'This is all your fault, Optimus!' Which was true as far as Sentinel was concerned. Anytime anything went bad for him, it was the Elite Guard drop out's fault and no one was going to correct him otherwise. First the incident on that organic infested planet, Archa Seven, where his first lo-best friend was abandoned. Then dealing with those two bumbling glitches as Sentinel minor at the Autobot Boot Camp. And just when he thought he would never have to worry about them he had to go to some flithy planet swarming with so much organic matter he still felt like he wasn't clen'enough! What's more he had Ultra Magnus with him only to discover that not only was the AllSpark there, it had been shattered in many tiny pieces (thanks a lot, Optimus!) but the Decepticons were there as well!

Then there was the incident of having his own body frame stolen from him, by those organic creates called"humans" (disgusting pests), driving off an uncompleted road, having his own stasis cuffs used on him, being reprimanded by Ultra Magnus more than once, and now having lost their own Decepticon prisoner! Primus was surely laughing at his series of unfortunate events.

'This is all your fault, Optimus!' he processed angrily.

"Sentinel Prime, sir."

"What is it?" he snapped, clearly not in the mood to be dealing with anyone right now.

Jazz, used to the blue prime's attitude, brought up the communication message. "We received a message from Optimus Prime on Earth. It says its urgent and wants a response ASAP."

"ASAP?"

"As soon as possible, sir."

His engine rumbled angrily. Having to deal with anything from that glitch was the last thing he wanted to do, ever! But nodding to the Elite Guard he watched as he pulled up the message and played it.

"This is Optimus Prime sending an urgent message to Ultra Magnus and Sentinel Prime. We have reason to believe that the Decepticon known as Starscream has taken one of my teammates prisoner, our scout Bumblebee," he said calmly but there was a note of urgency in his tone. "We are requesting assistance in this matter as it has been two solar cycles since he's been taken and we have yet to to lcoated him."

The handsome-chinned mech snorted even as he impatiently tapped his digits on his chair's armrest. Surely this had to be a joke, why would Starscream take that bumbling glitch? "Probably fell for an obvious trap," he mumbled aloud but the message continued playing.

"Please, my team and I are worried for his safety and we could use all the help we can get… Optimus Prime, signing out." The message stopped and Jazz wordlessly closed it.

"Your orders, sir?"

"About what?"

"Well, Optimus Prime is requesting assistance, and if Starscream is on Earth we can use this opportunity to retrieve him, bring him back to Cybertron and have him face the High Council. He could be downloading all the data Bumblebee knows and use it against us."

"That pathetic little bumbler doesn't know a slagging thing. He was just at the wrong destination at the wrong duration," he said coldly. "We're not gonna waste precious Elite Guard efforts; they're his team, his responsibility."

"But, sir-"

"I said they're Optimus' responsibility!" he shouted, slamming his fist onto the armrest, denting it slightly. As the sound echoed around the command center. Everybot was eerily quiet but Jazz immedaitely stood and saluted. Sentinel frowned, raising an optic ridge until he heard somebot clearning their vocalization behind him. Snarling he whirled to let the unsuspecting bot have it only to let out an very undignified yelp and scramble from the chair.

"Ultra Magnus, sir!" He immediately brought his hand up in a salute but in his haste he brought his hand up too hard he lammed it into the brow of his helm. The urge to curse was right there on the tip of his glossia but he forced himself to hold it back, ignoring the sizeable dent he could now feel.

"At ease, both of you," he said as he quietly took his place in his seat that Sentinel just vacated. He raised his hand before the Cyber Ninja could speak up, his vents cycling air softly in the form of a quiet sigh. "I've already viewed the message, Jazz. I also replied as well as sent a response to have some of the Elite Guard temporarily assigned to our team. They responded back that they will meet with us at Earth's coordinates."

The white bot smiled, nodding. He dind't expect anything less from the Supreme Commander but Sentinel looked shocked. "But sir, why are you bothering with this? That bumbler-er, scout, is a drop out. I should know, I personally had him expelled when he dropped a building on me during training!"

"I am aware of his record as well as everyone on Earth's team, but I also received word that the Autobot traitor known as Wasp has escaped prison," he told them, seeing the shocked looks on their faceplates. "Normally I would have left this to the prison guards and Cybertron Police, but there were countless reports of him wanting revenge about a "bumblebot" for ruining his life."

"Bumblebot… that's gotta be Bumblebee!" Jazz said immediately, taking a few steps towards him. "He was in the same class along with the space bridge engineer, Bulkhead! I've read their files on everyone before we arrived on Earth, sir."

"I see." Secretly he was pleased that Jazz had taken the opportunity to read up on the Autobots without being told and looked at the still saluting Prime. His optic ridge rose slightly and the large mech quickly dropped his servo. "You wish to say something, Sentinel?"

"Well, you see, um. P-Permission to speak freely, sir?"

"Denied."

"Thank y—wait, what? Why?"

"I already heard you before I entered, I also know your history with Optimus has not been the best but they are still Autobots and they have requested our help," he began calmly but fixed the Prime with an steady, unblinking gaze. "If Starscream is responsible for botnapping their scout, there is no telling what kind of torture he is subjecting him to in order to extract information. And now with the traitor missing, no doubt he is making his own plans to get to Earth if not already on his way."

"But sir-!"

"As long as I am the Magnus of Cybertron and Supreme Commander of the Autobot military, I give the final command. Is that clear?" The servo weilding the massive hammer tightened over so slightly, optics narrowing. Subtle shifts could be overlooked easily but the large-chinned mech stiffened and immediately saluted, only to hit himself in the same dent, harder then before and he was unable to stop the curse from slipping free. "Fragging Pitt! I-I mean sir, yes, sir!"

Nodding he waved his other hand, dismissing the Prime. Listening to him leave he waited until the door slid close and once more vented the air from his system. He did look up when he heard a surpressed snicker but dind't call the bot out on it. Instead he pulled up a smaller screen from the control panel on his seat and forward the file to the other guard member. "These are the guards I requested to our team."

Nodding Jazz opened the file and quickly read them to himself. Two of the guards he knew alright, he had trained them himself personally. He did frown silently he read their dossier. Last he had heard the twins were having a rather trying time fitting in with the other Elite Guard members. Not only were the youngest of all the other bots, they both had too much excess energy to contain, combined with their natural gift in combat, acrobatic skills, and how well they worked together, they were a force to be recconded with. But it dind't help that they had the flight protocols from Starscream himself and as such, their "unnatural abilities" granted to them made them just a tad unstable.

'But they listen to Sentinel. Though not sure I like him having those two under his thumb so easily,' he thought and moved to the third file. At this he blinked and looked at Ultra Magnus. "Sir, I thought Blurr was MIA?"

"So did I, but it turns out he had been under the forced control of a human who had a fragment of the AllSpark. What's more, he is one of our fastest Elite Guards and the twins are the only seekers we have. We can use every advantage we have at our disposal," he explained. "We are spread thin right now and I cannot afford to pull everyone from their current posts. As such, we are the only three who have been to Earth and we do not have time to aculmilate everyone to an organic planet right now."

"I understand, sir."

"… is there something troubling you, Jazz?"

"… Bumblebee isn't want Sentiel goes on about, sir. Sure he's just a kid, a youngling, but he's got a lot of spark. I'm just worried about what Starscream is doing to him."

"So am I, Jazz. So am I."

~ To be continued. ~

Author's Note: I think, this is probably the most angest and drama I have written for a story outside of multiple RPGs I've written with some very dear friends. I also did a lot of research and you may have already tell, I'm not really going by the show's series. I mean I am, but I'm not certain of a lot of things for the future. Like for example, do I want the hassle of dealing with Starscream's army of clones? Not to mention I was on the fence a lot about who can help the Autobots find bumblebee when I remember reading something about the Jettwins.

I would also like to point out that this chapter did have a lot of abuse in it, and I feel so bad for 'Bee. Part of him wants to explainw hat happened but in case you dind't read it Bee did not have a happy life growing up and he suffered some mental trauma along the way that he decided to lock up and never relive. Unfortunately, short of wiping his entire processor clean, anything deleted can be restore (learned that the hard way).

Next chapter will have more abuse, and the strong possibility of actual sex going on. Again, I will not be posting that bit of the chapter here due to NC17 ban going on but when I do post it I will let you know. Now, if you want to read it just send me a PM and I'll link you. But don't send me a PM right now I have yet to write it!

Also, be on the look out as I might be putting a poll out about Bee's relationship in the future and as well as another one but I'll go into more detail later. Readers and fans of Transformers: Animated, thank you for sticking with me so far and now I must bid you a good night! (gives a deep bow)