DMK: YAY! I HIT 100 REVIEWS!!!! :D :D :D :D :D …obviously I'm happy…and also, *sniffle* Resurrection is nearing completion… this being one of the longer and last chapters… there might or might not be one after this…. I'm still thinking about it… And for those of you who are going to say that there is no romance in it, you wait. The sequel is where that picks up… the seed is only just planted here… :D alrighty, enough with the durn author's notes… so yeah, go read! AND REVIEWS WOULD BE NICE!!!!
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Chapter 15
"Help me! Someone!" Caitlin struggled weakly to escape from her prison, but to no avail. The bars were electric, and so much as touching them resulted in a nasty shock. And her transformation was locked as well… Cyclonus had thought this through. Shouting with contempt and fear, she charged the cell's bars hard, getting shocked and sent into the opposite wall.
"Now that's enough a' that, Sugar," Cyclonus told her, stepping into the room. "I don't want ya t' hurt yourself before I get my… fun."
"You're insane!" She shouted. "Let me go and I'll THINK about not killing you right here!"
"Hmm, No. I don't think so!" She growled, and leaned back against the wall, defeated. "There you go. Now just accept what's coming and buck up! I'm a really nice guy, ya know…"
"Suuuuure you are…." She muttered lowly, already sulking.
He grinned lecherously. "Well Sweetheart, I gotta go tell Megs about this little score a' mine… So I'll be seeing ya soon."
She scowled and looked away, not acknowledging him in the least. The femme only replaced her gaze straight ahead when his footfalls were out of sight. Then, turning around, she looked out the tiny window in her cell, and saw Earth. It was beautiful from up here… yet seemed so fragile. Sighing, she sat back down, looking out at her home planet. As fearless as she seemed, she was scared. Alone and scared and in a whole heap of trouble. She'd give anything to be back at the base, 'repenting' for her pranks, or getting pummeled in a training session with Scavenger.
Interrupting her thoughts was another set of footfalls. She wheeled around quickly, ready to shoot Cyclonus as soon as he set foot inside the room, but she never did. It was Wheeljack. "I figured he'd put you in here," The mech said quietly, watching from a safe distance.
"Yeah, so what's it to you? You come to gloat about this, too?"
"Perhaps…"
In the silence, she turned her head and looked down and away from the Decepticon sourly. "You're different than the others…" He said, giving her a searching look. "I don't know why…" He then noticed that she had looked back to Earth longingly. "And why do you look at that planet so much?"
"It's my home," she answered nonchalantly. "I was born there."
He scoffed. "All Transformers originated from Cybertron. You're making no sense."
"I'm not really a Transformer. I was born a human, and your deputy Thrust killed me."
He stifled his laughter. "You're insane. Probably a lapse in your memory banks."
"I'm NOT lying," She spat back, bringing her light blue optics up to his darker teal, a look of sincerity and fire in them.
"…You really aren't lying, are you?"
"Why would I?"
"So you go by your human name?"
"Yeah. I have yet to think up one for myself… I ain't really the creative type…"
"What is your name, then?"
"…It's Caitlin."
" 'Caitlin'?" He repeated. "…You humans have the strangest names…"
"Well 'Wheeljack' ain't really normal by Earth standards either…"
He smirked a little at her sarcasm, but then turned dark. "You know none of them will come for you… they deserted me."
She snapped her head around. "What?! Of course they will! You don't know them like I do!"
"I know Hotshot. And I know the way he does things. He left me in that inferno, he'll leave you here as well."
"You lie," she growled.
He sighed and turned around. "Fine. Keep hoping. Maybe you'll get lucky."
"W-Wait, where are you going?"
"To recharge."
"You can't go! Please get me out of here!"
He looked at her with an expression that said 'You HAVE to be kidding me'. "Give me one reason why I should." She didn't answer, so Wheeljack smiled coldly and started to walk off.
"I-I don't want to be stuck here when Cyclonus gets back! Don't leave me!"
He stopped in mid-stride. 'Don't leave me' echoed in his mind, and he suddenly remembered the pain of those many years ago. When he was abandoned. He turned halfway, eyeing her out of the corner of his optics. He felt his steely resolve waver for a moment… what was going on? Why did he stop?
'Why…am I feeling this way…?' he asked himself in his mind. 'I'm going soft… because of her…?'
"Please…?" the femme asked again softly.
Turning around fully, he drew his gun and aimed at the control pad for the cell, and blew it off in one swift motion. The high-voltage bars stopped their electric hum, and deactivated. With a kick, they bent inward and shattered, freeing Caitlin. She stared up at him with confusion as he then smashed the stasis panel that prevented her from transforming.
"What…did you do that for?"
"I don't know. Just get the slag out of here before I change my mind."
She stared at him still, giving him a long, searching look. Slowly, she got to her feet, a bit weak from the numerous failed attempts to escape through the electrified bars. "I have NO idea why you just helped me, but thanks. I owe you."
"Don't make anything of it," he tried to say with nonchalancy. "Get out of here, Cyclonus will be back soon and I don't want to get caught."
"Alright…" she smiled, walking by him, but was caught on the shoulder by a soft hand, and was turned halfway to face him.
"…Take care of that moron, will you?"
She blinked once, confused, but then understood. He meant his old 'friend'. "Sure thing…and hey- if you ever change your mind about being a Con… the base door is always open."
He thought for a little bit, and seemed to lose his hard appearance slightly. "I'll give that a thought…. Now go," he told her, nudging her forward. "You can get out through this hallway and then make a hard left, and at the end of that corridor will be an opening. That transformation of yours will get you through the atmosphere. Good luck." She smiled again, and started to leave. "And one more thing…" he began.
"…What?"
"Attack me. Right now."
"What?! Why?!"
"I'll say you broke out of the prison and overpowered me. We need to make it look convincing."
Sighing, Caitlin transformed into her dragon body, and brought her head back. A fireball ignited and started to illuminate the back of her mouth, and then grew brighter. She paused for a moment, compassion being the reason, but the Decepticon before her shook his head and motioned for her to fire.
That's when Cyclonus' footfalls reached both of their ears. He was coming back. "Hurry up!" he hissed. "You don't have a lot of time!"
Fighting off her soft side, she lunged her head forward, the fireball turning into a wave of flames that swallowed Wheeljack for a moment or two. When the flames subsided, the former Autobot was on his back, badly charred, and reeling. Caitlin transformed back quickly and ran to him, sitting him up and looking at him with concern. "You alright? Hey!"
"I'm fine," he stammered, shrugging off her hand weakly. "Get…out of here… Cyclonus is almost back…"
Biting her lip, she stood back up, and transformed once again. No longer able to use the hallway that Wheeljack had suggested, she launched another blast of fire at a nearby wall, which blew it out and exposed the barren moon landscape outside. "I'm outta here, and thanks Wheelie, I owe you for this."
"What did you call me?"
"Forget it… Just take care of yourself and I'll see you on the battlefield." With a dive, she jumped clear of the base and opened her wings, gliding to a stop on the surface of the moon, and out of Wheeljack's sight.
"Yeah…on the battlefield," the Decepticon repeated somberly, looking deep in thought.
That was when Cyclonus walked into the room. "AGH! WHAT HAPPENED?!"
'Time to put on a show…' Wheeljack thought. "That…Autobot…she broke out… overpowered me so easily…"
Growling, the helicopter looked out the new 'window' that Caitlin had made, but saw nothing. She had taken refuge right under his nose for the moment, under a ledge. Once he pulled back, she smirked, and came out of hiding, then cleared the moon's gravity and headed back home…
'Thanks Wheeljack… I really do owe you…'
TBC
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DMK: ach, here's another author's note, darnit. Well…hope you liked, I think there'll be an aftermath chapter… :D and one more thing, I don't hate Cyclonus. Really I don't. Aside from Wheeljack, he's one of the coolest con's around. It just made more sense for him to be the antagonist. So don't hate Blenderbutt on account of this fanfic… ^_^'' ehh.. Yeah, anyway, bye bye!