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Wow! I almost went over the deadline. Sorry about that tiny delay, I've been a little sick the past week and school has been annoying. Anyway, here's the chapter.


Responses:

BMillsWrites - (I felt like I should address your comment here in case others wonder the same thing. Hope you don't mind.) Now while I can see where you're coming from, I'm gonna have to disagree with you. The reason why I had Rafael crying so much was that:

(1.) Rafael is only 12, almost 13, so I think he would be a little traumatized from the fact that all in the span of a few minutes, he was taken from his family, threatened with a giant blade from a giant 'Boogey Man', and watched as his best friend was hurt and couldn't do anything to save him.

(2.) When Rafael first faced Megatron in the Autobot base, he was mostly angry at the warlord and wasn't really thinking clearly as his emotions were getting the better of him. Now, Rafael has long since gotten over that immediate anger and so the event is not fresh in his mind.

(3.) Also when Raf yelled at Megatron, the kid knew that the warlord couldn't hurt him since all the Autobots had their weapons aimed at Megatron, ready to fire. So when Rafael was first brought to the Medbay, he couldn't help but be terrified since he was surrounded by all four commanding Decepticon officers with no Autobots next to him. In fact, he has none of his family or friends with him, just who he knows as the most dangerous Decepticons.

I hope this clears things up for why he acted the way he did, but don't worry, I'm not going to have him stay as a cry-baby throughout the whole story.


Rafael woke up with an aching pain in his side. He tried to reach for his glasses on his bedside table, however, he couldn't feel them. Wait, was his bedside table always made out of metal? Rafael shot upright from his sleeping position, his hands feeling the cold surface beneath him. Nevermind the bedside table, since when was his bed made out of metal?

The memories from yesterday hit him like a train, which caused him to frantically reach around for his glasses only to find empty space.

"Finally, you're awake." He heard a regrettably familiar voice call from his left. He turned towards the red, blurry blob that was Knockout. "After I scanned you a second time, I found that your eyes seem to be weaker than the average human. Is that why you wear glasses?" Raf nodded at the blurry figure. "But I thought that smart humans wear glasses because showed they were smart."

"N-not necessarily. That's just a stereotype that movies created. Just because you wear glasses doesn't mean that you're really smart, or vice-versa." He quickly responded while fumbling his hands nervously.

"And you?"

"I'm extremely near-sighted, s-so without my glasses, anything that's more than a few feet away from me is blurry," Raf informed the medic.

"Well, that's a problem." Knockout muttered. He then moved over to the monitors. "In the meantime, I need to inform Megatron that you're finally awake."

Rafael was silent for a moment. "H-how long was I asleep for?" The boy heard the tapping of metal digits on a monitor keyboard.

"Eh... Six hours," He moved over to a vehicon in stasis on a different berth. Rafael shifted uncomfortably.

"Um..." He began quietly. "C-can I have my glasses back... please?"

Knockout stopped what he was doing and realized he still hadn't given the child his only ability to see. "Oh, right." Knockout awkwardly walked back over to the human and placed the glasses in front of him. "Why can't your species just use micro technology to fix your eyes. I mean, your technology may be primitive, but I think even you squishies can come up with something like that."

Rafael found the glasses and used his pajama sleeve to quickly wipe the lenses, before placing them over his eyes. He didn't respond to the medic, not because he didn't know the answer, he just didn't think that arguing with a Decepticon was the best option in his position. Rafael watched as Knockout began searching around the room, looking for something.

"U-um... what are you doing?" He hesitantly asked, not sure of where the boundaries for how many questions he could ask was.

"If you must know, I'm looking for a container to put you in. I can't handle having a filthy organic contaminating my medical berths any longer." The medic shivered in disgust. He moved around some objects on some shelves until... "Aha!" He pulled out a glass cylinder with a lid at the top. Knowing that a carbon-based lifeform requires oxygen, he drilled multiple small holes into the metal lid. He brought the container over to the human and scooped him up inside before sealing the lid and putting him on a work table.

Rafael just watched as Knockout walked back over to his patients before the boy slumped against the glass walls of his prison. He brought his legs up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his knees.

The boy recalled every detail that led to his current predicament and he desperately wanted to cry.

No tears found their way down his face.


It had been some time after the call from the Autobots and Megatron was very pleased with how they reacted. Perhaps he should kidnap the other children sometime in the future, as the Autobots seem rather attached to them. Yes, he thought, they would make the perfect bargaining tools. However, he didn't plan on playing that card just yet. Perhaps when a better opportunity presents itself. Megatron will patiently wait for it.

The sound of soft pedesteps was, barely, heard behind his back and he knew of only one mech who could be so quiet. "What is it, Soundwave?" He asked without turning to face the mech. When he heard a ping come from the mech, he turned around to find a photo of the human boy on his visor. "What about the human?"

Soundwave then pulled up a recording from almost a year ago. It showed Raf at a computer desk with Jack and the other human, Miko, behind him.

"They're locking back onto Cybertron!" Rafael informed the other two. "I'll just have to undo that again..." He began typing away at the computer and Soundwave pulled up another video next to it showing the video feed of a camera outside, watching the satellites. Megatron saw how after only a few seconds, the satellites tilted downwards. After this happened, one of Soundwave's claw-cables snuck in through the door and begun attacking the children. He noted how Rafael took something from the computer and leaped off to the side right before the claw-cable could hit him.

"This was the being who delayed our plans?" Soundwave nodded in response. Megatron was shocked, to say the least. Very few mechs could even come close to out hacking his most trusted lieutenant, and yet this organic child had done it with surprising ease. He now knew that he could not allow the human to return to the Autobots. He looked away from Soundwave in deep thought. "It seems that this human keeps surprising me. " He muttered to himself. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if he found out that the Autobots had taught the boy Cybertronian Dialect. Even if they didn't, he still wanted the boy nowhere near any computer consoles and to be under Soundwave's constant watch.

He paused when he realized the faults in that order. He needed Soundwave's main focus to continue on decoding the database, and while he was completely capable of adding yet another job to his multitasking list, Megatron knew that having to watch the human would only further delay the decoding process.

Megatron then thought about what other mechs would be appropriate for the task. The warlord knew that as his Second in Command, Dreadwing wouldn't be available either for he had much more important matters to attend to than watching an organic. Megatron next thought of Knockout. He knew that the medic had a larger distaste for humans ever since that incident with his assistant, Breakdown. Not to mention that after the mech's offlining, not that long ago, Knockout was now the only mech on the ship with actual medical expertise, excluding the Medical Drones. That thought then led him to think of assigning a vehicon to watch the human child, however, the drones didn't have much of a processor and if they somehow lost the human, Megatron doubted that they could find the boy again.

Megatron's thoughts were cut off by the sound of an incoming status report from Knockout, which told him that the boy was awake. While normally Megatron wouldn't wait for a test subject, a human no less, to be fully rested, it was required for the boy to be at full health while he went through the tests, to make them as accurate as possible.

Megatron began to make his way toward the medical wing of his warship, leaving Soundwave to continue his task. He walked through the halls, occasionally passing vehicons who would move out of his way or bow in his presence. He paid them no mind as he continued his route.

The warlord soon reached the medbay and noticed his Commanding Medical Officer working on a rather banged-up eradicon patient. When the red bot had heard the opening of his doors, he twisted his body to find the Lord of the Decepticons standing in the doorway.

"Where is the human?" He demanded.

"In the glass container beside the computer console, my Lord. I had to move him to make room for my patients." He informed as he cleaned his servos of energon after making sure his work could be stopped at a safe place.

Megatron walked over to where the small human was being contained, who had been watching the warlord since he entered the room. He studied the boy, taking note of the increase in heart rate. "Have you run any other scans on him?" He asked the medic, not once taking his optics off of the boy.

"Indeed," The red mech replied and finally walked over to Megatron, now that his servos were clean. He then accessed the computer terminal and pulled up the results of his own scans and the medical reports of human doctors, that he gained from hacking their systems. A mech didn't need to be the same level as Soundwave when it came to hacking such primitive technology. "The human is rather healthy and has no physical problems except that for his weak eyes." The medic looked at Megatron as he gave him his report. "Without outside interference, the fleshy sees everything as blurry objects."

Megatron mused over the information. "Anything else?"

"Yes, actually," Knockout blurted. "According to his species' medical reports, he should be close to beginning the stage of a human's life where he will mature into an adult." Neither mech took notice of Rafael shifting uncomfortably. "His brain, or processor if you will, also seems to show signs of him having a higher intellect level than others at his age. He is a Gifted Child, according to the fleshies at least."

"We'll see," The warlord muttered. "Anything regarding the dark energon?"

"It hasn't changed, really. It just moves around in the fleshy's systems like it's been there his whole life."

Megatron turned back to the silent human in the container. "Then let us see what will change it, hmm?" He questioned the human with a sneer on his faceplates.

Rafael swallowed the lump forming in his throat.


Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I know it's not super interesting but it was required as a setup for future chapters.

See ya later!