Chapter 3

Lost in Translation

Note: Wolfimus Prime, Thank you so much I'm glad I gave you some feels. BumblePrime615, so sorry you feel it's lacking. I like writing slow build works so it takes me time to show the more compelling stuff in a characters mind. I'm still working on set up but I do have a master plan for these characters.

When we came in, the lights came on revealing a spotless office space/living quarters. It was kinda merged into one and it was huge which was a good. Speaking of big, I don't even think the Iacon record hall had this many datapads. They were neatly on the shelves that made up all the walls.

Figures I'd be stuck with a huge fraging nerd.

Book reading was only for the weak who were to frightened to go into the world and find answers themselves.

Then again look where that's got me...

touché, mind.

He had a desk with a humorously large name tag. Probably saying his stupid long name and stupid long title.

I guess it fitted nicely with his big stupid desk.

Not a thing was out of place and the floor was spotless decontaminated and shined. If half his work day was him just cleaning I wouldn't be surprised.

I felt Magnus wipe off his pledes on a actual door mat before stepping in. I waited to be put down but he just stared at me up and down.

"What?" I asked feeling a bit uncomfortable. I didn't like this, I don't like being looked at like that and the fact I don't think I could fight myself out of a paper bag now made me cringe a little on the inside.

"You need too use the Washrack," he said in a matter of fact voice surprising me a little. Then the offensive set in, I threw my head back.

"You calling me dirty?" I glared

"Yes," he said bluntly before carriage me off. I almost laughed at his tone. Welp I'm glad we haven't hit the 'Please no raping point' yet. I hate to say but I was a little scared about that. Everyone knew the story's.

I know I can't fight him, not like this.

We went down a long hall with a lot of doors. At least I could go exploring later. Grated I'd likely have to drag myself around but still not the most dignifying thing ever. Chances are they will just be filed with more boring nerd stuff. But it also might help me find a escape for later once I heal a bit more.

No I had this stupid collar on, he could just blow my head off... okay sept one is to try and figure out a way to get this stupid thing off.

I can't pull it off because of the horrible rings around my neck cables. It was thick and heavy so it would put up a fight.

I'm sure I can macgyver it off.

Or my real step one should be to get these Primus forsaken cuffs off. I tugged at them slightly.

Magnus opened the door, He gently sat me down in the Washrack and turned on the hot water for me he got some cleaning product and... reached for me?

"Whoa whoa whoa, da frag you think your doing there, shoulder?" I said leaning away. Ok now I was a lot worried, I didn't want show it on my face. I know how weak I am for the moment and all I didn't need to be more pathetic.

But I was at least going to draw a hard line in the sand.

"I highly doubt you could clean yourself off to my specifications in stasis cuffs," he said with a harden stare. I couldn't believe this... "and no nick names, you are to call me sir."

"Then take the cuff off," I growled. "Aaand did I don't need to call you 'sir' as I am no longer in a military outfit, shoulders."

"You tried to kill me, the cuffs are to stay on as a punishment and You right, you should call me Master," Magnus said reaching for me again.

"Get your greasy servos away form me!" I yelled pulling myself farther away from him.

"Leadframe calm down, I'm not going to hurt you-" He gently grabbed my forearm and pulled me closer.

Primus this was the bad stuff, Now I was involuntarily starting to show my panic.

Nope nope nope nope-

"Bad touch!" I shouted thrashing about trying to pull away from him.

Magnus's P.O.V

Good grief this wasn't going to be simple.

I didn't know what other way I could express that I meant no harm but if she wanted to be difficult how could I stop her. All I wanted was to get her in at least a semi presentable state.

I harboured no ill intent towards her. However she was getting on my last nerve...

She was fighting for her life, despite her defeat in the elevator. Primus knows I had better things to do then this. I had work, Prime needs those resistance groups papers next week but I'd like to have them done early. The more she fought the more frustrated I became.

Until I finally snapped.

I grabbed both of her shoulders and made her look at me.

"Listen, I will not put up with you behaving like a sparkling. I am going to clean you, nothing more. As this is not a intimate act therefore I ask you to calm down," I said and made sure she got it.

She just looked up at me with a glare.

"I'm not your toy," She hissed, her glowing red optics sharp as the edge of a blade.

"Your not, I'm just trying to take care of you," I said "stop resisting and let's get this over with."

I couldn't imagine how this all looked to her, I probably looked like a creep. But I didn't trust her without the cuffs, she almost killed me today already and I refuse to put myself in that position again. Even like this she was still dangerous. She just closed her optics as I started with her shoulder giving them a massage.

A quick way to ease tension.

She looked to have been on the run for a long time. She had a good layer of dirt from other worlds and ceiling crumbs from our scuffle on the elevator, grime and such wedged in between her armour. She herself was all scratched up, not a lick of paint on her. Other then some faded oranges and yellow I think...

I was on my knees getting her back and seeing all the mess that side of her had to show. Her body tensed up reminding me to be gentle. Leadfram was trying to be tuff and not complain about me hurting her but she just got out of surgery.

I moved to her lower back and got between her armour where she made the mistake of her engine purring slightly. She stopped the moment she started but I herd it... I smiled slightly.

It was nice to see her relaxed even if for a moment.

Leadframe P.O.V

Stupid stupid stupid-

I felt my arms tense behind my back in anger, I wouldn't have hid my face plate had my hands been free. Did I really just purr. Da frag is wrong with me?! This wasn't enjoyable, he was just a sick pervert who wanted to touch me.

Now was no time to put my guard down, this dude couldn't be trusted. No slagging Autoscum could be. His large hands moved between my locked arms and around my hips hitting ever spot making my frame hotter. I cursed the steam for making it harder to vent for cool air but his hands didn't let up. As if he was blissfully unaware how... inappropriate this whole thing was.

He continued as I bit my lip to keep quiet. He went over every part of me thoroughly and I mean EVERY part. I'd rather not go into details. Needless to say embarrassed was only one part of how violated I felt but he kept his word, he did and said nothing to make this more uncomfortable. He cleaned his hands off just as vigilantly. Same with his arms and chest anywhere that I might have touched when he held me.

Not once did I feel him loom at any point. At least not in a threatening way.

His professionalism astounded me, here I was all hot and bothered and yet nothing is his field was simply neutral...

When he was done he helped me sit on a ledge and helped me dry off.

My optics burned into him until he was getting uncomfortable a small victory but I had to figure some things out. He glanced at me a few times as he dried off.

"What?" He asked

"Why did you get me?" I asked bluntly, beating around the bush was a pet peeve of mine so I always made sure I'd not do that. That sort of emotional dance was for bots who liked wasting time. 'Sides I wanted answers, now.

"I broke your back didn't I," he said just as plainly but he didn't make eye contact with me. I had my scepticism on max. I could see the lie...

"And that just raises farther questions," I added. "People don't do charity for free, life taught me that a long aft time ago."

Magnus stopped what he was doing with a hurt expression before it got angry. Wanted to crossed my arms. But my optics had to do the trick for me.

"Alright then, I was pressured into taking you home by a friend who didn't want to feel guilty about selling you off," He said harshly.

"I don't need favours from your kind," I said with venom in my voice.

"Oh please, you think you'd last. In such poor condition they would have just handed you off to become some shareware if they didn't just scrap you all together. I saved your life, so I'd appreciate some gratitude."

I was fuming with rage now. Thank him? He real expected gratitude, was he insane?

"Oh yes, thank you kind master. Primus know where I'd be if you hadn't crossed my path. Dare I say I'd still be free. Thank you for saving me from such a horrible fate," I said dramatically bowing.

Worth the pain.

"Don't be sarcastic, it's true. Yes I hurt you, but would you rather be here or tied to a berth." He said straight.

"Try The Well, I'd rather be with my leader then here."

Magnus's P.O.V

Not going to lie that last one hurt a fare bit, yes I'd herd other run away Cons just beg me to take them out. That they'd prefer the Well. But... I wasn't going to hurt her? I know I can be difficult and I'm not wining any popularity competitions. The cons that bagged me to kill them did it because they were scared of who'd they end up with.

My punishment for attempted to murder was keeping her arms behind her back.

Or maybe this just goes to show I haven't the slightest clue what I was doing. I needed to do some research. I- I think I need to 'brake' her first, but I don't have the slightest clue what that even means. I know it's not physical because I'd think I've already done it. It's like a mental thing I believe...

And that frustrates me too.

I'm a mech of law not this barbaric practice which was rightfully discontinued. We should know better.

I just need to focus on gaining her trust, I can just ignore the rest.

At the moment she looked frustrated, her frame was super hot to the touch.

Was she that mad at me? Not going to lie I'm not the best at reading people... it's why I like rules so much, there simpler then people. Nice clean rights and wrongs that keep society civil.

It's another grate example why this femme shouldn't be here. I don't know if I can take care of her.