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Author's Note: Another chapter down, another to go! TBH, I have no idea how long this story will be and I even have several scenarios I may or may not use. Hell, I'm wondering how Starscream will react if/when he finds out he sired a sparkling! Getting off track here. Anyway, this chapter may appeared rushed, but this chapter will be mention sex which means in the next few chapters or so will bring everything in a full circle to the first chapter. But I'll be sure to post a note or such so when it happens so you, as the reader, won't feel like you were suddenly thrown for a really bad loop. So, go on, go read this chapter I slaved over! BTW, if anyone wants to fanart I would be so damn honored! ;)
Cybertron Units of Time = Earth Units of Time
Astrosecond = .273 seconds
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)
"Nightmare"
Written by: Beloved Shadow
Inspiration by: JazzTheTiger
"Brother, I is seeing why Jazz sir liking this Earth."
"I is agreeing, brother. Is like home but not. Is nice."
"Nice very being."
Two jets, one blue and the other orange, flew through the clear skies of Detroit, their great altitude letting them coast through the soft white clouds. There were so high up the humans walking the streets never noticed them so the camera bots took no notice of them, either. To the twins, it just felt good to be flying again even if they were running scans every cycle.
When they had received orders that they would be going to an organic planet designated Earth, they had some concerns about it. Sentinel prime had expressed such great dislike of it and vowed that nothing in the Pitt would get him to return. Imagine their surprise when they learned that not only was the Prime on the organic planet, their orders for the transfer came from Ultra Magnus himself. Their surprise increase to the point where their systems had to reboot when they found Sentinel Prime, Jazz AND Ultra Magnus were already on the planet when they arrived as well another Autobot designation Blurr.
Their mission, they had believed, was to track down and capture the traitor Wasp who had escaped prison several megacycles ago. They were excited to show off their skills in capturing him and listened intently as the supreme commander explained the aspects of their mission. True, they were called in to track down the fugitive, but it was also to assist in locating an Autobot scout who had gone missing and led to believe had been captured by Starscream, the second-in-command of the Decepticon forces.
Bumblebee had already been missing for three solar cycles, going on four, and his teammates were beside themselves with worry. They had never heard anybot insulting Sentinel the way Optimus had yet he was not reprimanded. But now that they were soaring the clear skies of the organic city (Detroit, it sounded almost like a cityscape on Cybertron) they wondered why Sentinel hated it so much.
"I is thinking Sentinel sir wrong."
"Wrong why?"
"Cityscape is nice place, reminds me of home in way."
"Reminds me of home also. Home not have organics."
"No, does not." Grinning to himself the orange jet revved his engine thrusters, performing a barrel roll over his twin as he picked up speed. "Racing should do, brother!"
"But, scanning we must to find scout missing," Jetstorm reminded him even though he felt his engines rumbling in response.
"We is scanning but scan faster if we faster."
That made sense. Instead of answering his thrusted rumbled and his speed suddenly increased, bypassing his brother before he caught up. Soon the two were enjoying their race of speed as they flew over the outskirts of the city. Enjoying the feel of air coasting over their wings they failed to notice as their scanners began to show gaps due to their speed.
Deep in the carbon-lined mines on the outskirts of Detroit, Megatron was quietly thinking as he sat on his throne. He had not heard anything from his traitorous SIC in solar cycles and while his failed (and pathetic) attempts at destroying him amused and annoyed him to some degree, he had not heard from him and it made him think. He was not worried by all means, he had nothing to fear from the idiotic seeker, but it seemed to be that he must be planning something in yet another futile effort to gain the leadership of the Decepticons from him.
'He has a fragment of the AllSpark… no doubt he would try to gain the other pieces for himself,' he mused, frowning slightly. If he had difficulty with the ancient artifact, why did he think he could handle it? Perhaps, having said fragment enabled him better control over it? The idea did not sit well with him and he felt his fusion cannon hum to life. Now if he could find him he could torture him until he wrung out every last bit of data from his processor-
The door to the room opened and the heavy ped falls of Lugnut soon followed as he ran forward and quickly bowed before him. "Oh mighty and glorious Megatron!" he shouted as loud as he could. "I-" He froze when the plasma shot barely missed his helm even as it created quite a round hole in the door behind him.
"What part of 'I do not wish to be disturbed' did you not understand, Lugnut?" He did not have the processor to deal with his glorified devotion (however accurate it was) right now. And it would simply not due to annihilate one of his most loyal and powerful soldiers.
"M-My deepest apologies, oh magnificent Megatron! But we have received word that Ultra Magnus is here on Earth!" he quickly explained. He could always spread his glorious leader's many attributes later, when he was not upset.
"What?" Ultra Magnus had returned to this festering planet? For what reason? The only bot who would know would be his double-agent which brought up another question; why had he not been told this ahead of time? "Who else has arrived with him?"
"Our reports show that with him is Sentinel Prime and two Autobot seekers. We have yet to learn their designations, oh fearless leader."
'But I know someone who can provide me all the data I need,' he thought and waved his hand. "Leave me."
He blinked his single red optic at the warlord. "Lord Megatron?"
"I must process the data you have given me. For now, monitor our new guests closely but do not let them see you." He got up from his throne, barely glancing at Lugnut kept bowing as he began to back up. "And find somebot to fix my door."
"At once, oh glorious and shiny leader of the Decepticons!" he was out the door before the plasma shot could strike him but there was another hole to be filled in as well.
His optic ridge twitched unnaturally before his internal systems could halt it. Thinking that he was surrounded by idiots he walked into another part of his quarters and stood before a large terminal. Pressing a few buttons he hacked into the communication links and watched as the screen booted up to reveal the face of his undercover agent.
"Lord Megatron, how may I be of assistance to you?"
"I require data, Shockwave. Why was I not made aware of the return of Ultra Magnus?" he demanded immediately.
"My apologies, my lord. There was a recent situation at the prison where a prisoner managed to escape. As soon as Ultra Magnus received word he was heading back to Earth; there was no time to report to you."
"Understood but I will not be merciful should this happen again," he warned. "What makes this prisoner so important that caused Ultra Magnus come to see to his retrieval? And what of these "seekers" I've heard that the Autobots now have?"
"I am uploading their profiles now, my lord," he said and not even an astrosecond later the screen split in half and the files opened on Megatron's screen. "Jetfire and Jetstorm. Former repair bots that met an unfortunate accident and were rebuilt with the protocol of a seeker the Autobots had in their grasp before he managed to escape."
"So I see." It was quite devious and something he did not thing the Autobots High Council would have approved of, but apparently they were desperate if they resorted to using coding from a Decepticon to some of their own. "And the escapee?"
"Designation Wasp. He is no one of your concern, my lord." But he uploaded the file anyway. He waited several nanokliks as he waited for his lord to go over the files before speaking up once more. "Is there anything else you need, my lord?"
Megatron was silent for nearly a breem before speaking up. "Yes. Being preparations for my plan to overtake Cybertron. And make certain that no bot knows of your true designation. Should they, you know what to do."
"Yes, Lord Megatron." With that the connection was cut off.
Trapped within his prison professor Isaac Sumdac was listening intently. He was surprised when he found that Megatron has a spy within the ranks of the Autobots, and he had to in pretty deep if no one had yet to discover him but while he was a prisoner of the warlord, he was going to do all he could to help his daughter's friend.
'I only pray someone received my message,' he thought as he copied the transmission and sent to the Autobots. 'I hope they can forgive me. And keep Sari safe.'
Bumblebee was so confused, not only could not tell different from night and day (his chronometer began acting up, no doubt Starscream's handy work) but his warden's visits would vary from several cycles to a few mega-cycles. Sometime he would just sand there, watching him as the data cube played holovids, as though to watch his reaction. Other times he would talk (and try to get him to talk) about the vids or praise him, calling him strong, brave, even lovely. He reacted negatively at first, claiming that his games wouldn't work on him. He could handle being beaten or tortured but the seeker never made a move to harm him. No, instead he seemed to play with him like a cybercat toying with an incapacitated glitch-mouse.
He would touch him in the way a lover might. Barely-there caresses along his protoflesh, clawed servos tracing over the lines of his armor and transformation seams, sometimes to stroke the wires hidden underneath, sometimes silent, but mostly when he was complimenting him. He tried to ignore it but he still had no luck in disabling his audio receivers or his sensory system. They were still locked in place and he had given up on disabling the lock. So he tried to ignore them and it worked, until the touches became much more intimate. He tried to tell himself that he was not enjoying it but deep in his processor, in his spark, he craved it and began to look forward to such intimate acts. Even thinking about him made his valve and spike throb in need.
* Due to the explicit nature of this portion of the chapter, I am complying with FF's NC17 ban and have removed this portion. If you are interested in reading the unedited version, please send me a PM. Thank you. *
When he awoke he found himself clean, no evidence of the transfluid anywhere and there was even a cube of energon waiting for him. Almost immediately he checked his valve only to see that his seal was still in place but he wasn't sure whether to feel relieved of disappointed. Why didn't Starscream take it when he had the chance? Why had he touched him so intimately only to leave him hanging? Why bother cleaning him up and feeding him? Was this his plan to catch him off-guard then torture him? He didn't know anymore, he was so confused! He stared at the energon for almost a megacycle before taking in shaking servos and drinking it all. He instantly felt better but no sooner did he finish it that he laid down and once more slipped into recharge. He never noticed that the seeker had been watching him or stirred when he retrieved the empty cube and once more left him alone.
The cycle continued and each time it left him wanting more of the intimate contact. He tried to fight it, even ignoring him (he stopped fighting him physically) but he never stopped. He tried to relieve himself with his own servos even bound but it was never the same, even if he off-lined his optics and pictured the seeker it was never the same and he could never overload. He also spoke to him more, telling him how wonderful he was, how he had never overloaded so strongly, things he had longed to hear from others. He stopped caring that this was wrong, that he shouldn't be doing this, and he clung to the obvious lies.
Lies, which tasted sweeter than any energon goodie and finer than any high grade oil. Deep down, he knew that if this continued he would do anything the seeker asked of him without the least bit of hesitation. And what was worse was, he couldn't find it in himself to care.
'… I… want… him…'
~ To be continued. ~
Author's Notes: (rubs eyes) I hope no one is disappointed but I screwed up big time. See, I wrote a helluva scene only to move it to another computer to run spell check and before I could think about it, I deleted it to save it as the edited chapter only to realize too late, I saved over the original file! So here I am, trying to freaking remember what the hell I original wrote only to have it go flying out the window! I am so mad I could scream! I really hate myself right now.
Now, if you're reading this chapter on FF then sorry Charlie but I can't post the original content here (I know, right? I've read waaaaay more explicit stuff from other author's yet I'm the one that gets the boot and lose all my wonderful reviews! ) Anyway, Starscream is continuing with his psych torture to use Bee and he gets some sexual release out of it. And poor Bee is taking it all in. I want to just spill the beans and tell you what I have planned, but that'll ruin the surprise!
Also, thanks to this story I actually have several scenarios that makes will no doubt throw everyone in for a helluva loop! Loops even! But when the time comes, I may end up posting a poll and see how it goes. So, I hope everyone continues to stay tuned and I will catch you all later! (grins and waves) Bye bye!
Oh yeah, BTW, I hate writing accents! Jazz's accent is a bitch to write (I can read it fine) so I didn't bother to write it—and by the time I figured out how to write it I had already posted the chapters—and I have yet to hear the twins speak so I went based on what I read and just winged it with them. So please excuse me if I don't write the way they talk, I'm doing the best I can. Okay, now I gotta go! Bye!