I'm only half-pleased by this chapter just because it seemed a little choppy to me when I was writing it. But after I read it through, it seemed smoother than I first thought. Whatever :D

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Note: One more chapter of being on Cybertron before Wavelength is Earth bound!

5 – Carnage – 5

Medics were running to and fro, screaming at the top of their voice boxes. The Decepticons were in the main room of the medical facility, shooting at them. None of the medics had any official weapons. They only had laser scalpels and welders to fight and defend themselves with. One by one, every medic in the main room was cut down. Their anguished cries could be heard all over Iacon.

Knock Out came from their office/surgical room with Wavelength in his arms. Her right arm hung down loosely and her helm had rolled to the left, into Knock Out's chest. Her black-rimmed optic-lids were closed heavily over her optics, showing that she was in deep stasis. Her wings hung loosely from her back all bent and cracked. Her once glossy (and beautiful, Knock Out added) chassis were scratched up and dented. It looked like she had gone through a war, but she had just been crushed under a wall.

Knock Out stopped and looked down at her strangely peaceful form. She was different than him in personality, size, shape, and Cybertronian type, but he had always been able to get along with her. She was a…friend. But she was also more. His spark twitched strangely, and he didn't understand why. He didn't have the time to dwell on it, but he figured it must have started way back when he first saw her. When he waved at her when she had first come through the door in First Aid's small tutor-room, and she had waved back. She had a slightly nervous look to her then, which made her kind of cute.

The loud click of the safety of a cannon drew his attention to the left. The vain medic growled at the sight of the seeker that dared to point a weapon at him. Dormant programing that had been lying dormant since the orbital-cycle he had been sparked flared to life as he set the femme in his arms down in the safety of a nook and turned to face the Decepticon. He growled again as he forgot all about protecting his finish and charged at the Decepticon. The seeker must have been inexperienced, because he looked like he wasn't expecting a medic to fight back. The seeker actually screamed, dropped his weapon, and tried to run. But Knock Out was on him. The seeker was only a foot or so taller than him, so it was easy for the medic to push him into the wall and pin him there. Knock Out savagely pried open the seeker's chest plates in order to enable access to the Decepticon's spark. And when he did, he didn't think twice before he reached in and crushed it.

The red medic stepped back and allowed the seeker's husk to drop to the floor. Allowing himself to calm down after staring at his first kill, he turned and walked back to where he had left Wavelength. When he had her in his arms again, he ran back to their office and jumped out of the hole caused by the invading Decepticons. He had to get them away. The medical facility in Praxus would do.

I opened my optics and found myself back in the Well of AllSparks. I looked around at the sparks and smiled at how they hummed in greeting. They seemed glad that I was back. A familiar yellow spark detached itself from one of the walls and floated over to me. It came to rest in my cupped servos as I felt love over the bond. "Hello again, Bumblebee," I said.

"D-Danni…" a small voice said as the spark suddenly formed the shape of the sparkling I had seen when I first held Bumblebee. Big blue optics stared up at me.

"How are you, my little 'Bee? Did you want to see me?" I asked as I rubbed his helm with a servo before gently touching his doorwings. Bumblebee purred and leaned into my touch.

Little Bumblebee nodded eventually, answering my question. His optics seemed sad as he looked up at me. "You're hurt, Danni. Hurt really bad. Your friend Knocky is scared for you. Really scared."

"So you brought me here because?" I asked softly.

"'Cause, if I didn't…you would go bye-bye…"

Sorrow gripped my spark. "You're keeping me online, my little Spark?"

He nodded. Energon tears welled up in his optics, so I held him close. I allowed him to listen to my still-beating spark. "It's okay, Bumblebee. It'll take a lot more than some wall to knock me down."

Bumblebee began to purr loudly. I knew he was glad I was here. It seemed that his spark had matured a lot since I had last seen him. It seemed that he would be ready to leave the Well of AllSparks soon and become a sparkling. But I didn't know if I would be able to claim him when he came to the land of the living. With this war waging, I bet I'll be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone else would probably try to bond with Bumblebee, but they would then find out that he would already have a danni.

"Danni…" Bumblebee sighed. I smiled and allowed my spark to hum a little bit louder.

"Danni's right here," I said softly. It was quiet for a few nanokliks. "Bumblebee?" I caught the little one's attention. "If Danni is not at the Well of AllSparks when you are ready to leave, don't worry. If I'm not there, it means that the war that is currently waging will not allow me to come to you. I love you, Bumblebee."

Bumblebee nodded. "Yes, Danni," he hummed.

"Wavelength, it is time for you to return to your body once again," came the voice of Primus.

"Yes, sir," I said. But I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to leave my sparkling. I didn't want to return to that war. I brought Bumblebee away from my chest and looked down at him. "Bumblebee, I have to go now. Always remember that Danni loves you."

He nodded again before he turned back into his spark form and floated back to the wall. Then there was a rush of wind and I was blinded by some sort of light before I found myself in a laying down position.

When I managed to fully online, the time I had just spent in the Well of AllSparks was still fresh in my processor. I groaned as I filed it away for another time, feeling the sudden pain that came from being crushed by a wall. But I was able to push myself into some sort of sitting position where I was able to see more of the room I was in. I was in a recovery room of some sort. But hadn't the Iacon Medical Facility been destroyed by the Decepticons?

The door swished open and a couple medics walked in. I focused on them and recognised one of them as Knock Out. As soon as we made optic-contact, he rushed over to my side. He grabbed my right servo like he was my husband or something. "Thank Primus you're alright!" he exclaimed. I smiled at how caring he sounded. I hadn't heard that for more than half of a stellar-cycle. I looked into his eyes and continued to smile before the other medic came to stand beside Knock Out.

I looked at the medic and took in his appearance. I looked at his red chevron down to his white armor before I recognised him. "D-Default?"

"Hello again, Wavelength," Default said slowly. "It seems like the Medical Caste was the caste for you, eh?"

I only could nod as I thought over what had happened. The medical facility in Iacon had been attacked. I could only hope that the Autobots had been able to chase the Decepticons off. Iacon was my home, and I didn't want any of those immoral mechs or femmes infiltrating it. If I were to fight in this war, I would be an Autobot. Bumblebee would probably be an Autobot as well if he was a full grown mech and not still a spark. But where was I now? Was I in Praxus? Because that was where Default worked.

"Where are we?" I asked.

Default smiled. "You're in Praxus. Knock Out managed to snag a transport here before it took off. It was also one of the only ones that wasn't shot down by any Decepticon seekers." At the end of his explanation, he frowned slightly.

"I…I see…"

It was total carnage.

Megatron's forces were unrelenting. I became scared for my life and the lives of everyone around me when the war began to get very violent. The Praxian Medical Facility was abandoned when the medics decided it would be safer to hole up in their homes. Knock Out and I stayed with Default in his housing unit as the Decepticon army approached.

A vorn or two passed and we didn't dare leave the confines of the housing unit. We watched as Praxus became like a ghost town. Bots were thinking like we were.

But then…we ran out of Energon. Default's dispenser stopped dispensing any Energon. We were out, and we were going to burn off what was left in our bodies. If we ran out, we would offline.

It was strange how many times I've faced death during my life. First it was when I was human and that giant transforming robot, which I was sure was some sort of Cybertronian, shot me, I nearly died because I was crushed by a wall, and now I was facing death again because of the lack of Energon. So I died the first time because of someone named Megatron, then I was crushed by a wall…wait. Megatron? M-Megatron?

I had been thinking about that when I was chewing on an Energon goodie, because it was one of the last bits of Energon in the housing unit. When I remembered that the person who ordered me dead back when I was human, I stumbled until I could brace myself on the wall. I was alone in the quarters Default had given me, so no one saw me lose my balance. But I wasn't focused on that. I was thinking about Megatron. He was the one that wanted me dead back when I was human, wasn't he? I felt my internals heat up in anger.

He was the reason I was like this! He was the reason why I was so cruelly ripped away from my family, the reason I had to get along on my own! He was the one who was making me suffer!

Back when I was human, I had never had to worry about going hungry. If Earth was anything like Cybertron, I would have been a part of the higher castes, since my parents were businesspeople who helped the world run by helping their companies run. But I would still be human, not some almost-immortal metal being that could live thousands and thousands of years longer than any human could. It was Megatron's fault!

After I had managed to calm myself down, I figured out a way to keep ourselves from starving. There was an Energon reservoir not too far from Default's housing unit. If I could get there and fill up a couple containers with Energon, then we wouldn't starve. So I snuck out while the two mechs were not looking, because I knew that they would object my idea. They would say that they would do it instead.

Metal filings crunched under my pedes as I subspaced the containers and dashed down the road. There had been no sightings of the Decepticons within Praxus yet, so I was pretty sure I was safe as I made my way to the reservoir.

My heels, which housed my thrusters, clacked against the ground quietly as I ran as fast as I could. I had to get the Energon and get back to the housing unit before anyone spotted me.

I reached the edge of the reservoir and looked down at the gage that measured the quantity of Energon within the reservoir. But when I read the gage, I froze. It read empty. That meant that this reservoir was empty…what about the other reservoirs?

My audios suddenly picked up a familiar whoosh sound. I turned my helm in the direction it came from just in time to see a bolt of plasma crash into my side. I cried out as I was thrown several feet before I crashed into the ground. Once I had stopped rolling, pain hit me from the area I had been hit. I lay there, trying to access what I should do, before someone was suddenly standing over me. I blinked a few times and looked up at the bot that was suddenly standing at my side.

I struggled to breathe as the bot, a mech that was easily three times my size, bent down and grabbed me by my back, between my wings, with one massive hand. I shrieked as the mech turned me around so that I was looking at him in the optic. I whimpered when I took in his red optics and his Decepticon symbol. "L-let me go," I pleaded quietly. "Please."

"I heard that you are a medic, young femme," the mech said. "Resources also tell me that you live with two other medics. Take me to them and I will spare your life."

"W-what's your designation…sir?" I asked, my voice still quiet as the mech set me down and a couple more mechs that must have been following him came and put a pair of wing-cuffs around my wings and a pair of stasis cuffs around my wrists. I knew the cuffs would knock me into stasis if I did anything against this mech's wishes.

"I am Megatron, and I am now your master," the mech proclaimed proudly before one of the mech's prodded me forward. I could only whimper like a scared cyber-cat as I was forced to lead my mortal enemy to my friends.

When we got to Default's housing unit, their looks of shock struck me in the spark like a knife. They weren't directing that look at me, they were directing it at Megatron and the Decepticons behind him.

We were captured by the Decepticons and made into Decepticon medics. I found myself on the opposite side of the war that I wanted to be on.

Default and Knock Out helped me become prepped for being a Decepticon medic. I didn't want to change my optic colour, so Default made me up an opaque visor that covered up my optics and half of my face. It was red in colour, making me look more like a Decepticon and helped me to hide my emotions. We were trained in combat so that we would be able to protect ourselves when we were out on the field. The training was short and choppy, though, since Megatron cared more about his gladiators than any other breed of Decepticon.

Between having to repair Decepticons and helping install new weapons, I tried to upgrade my fighting technique after I got some weapons as well. I had received a prototype Sonic Gun that focused on scrambling the systems of the bots it shots hit and tearing them apart, and the standard femme wristblades. I got better at fighting, especially when I sparred with Airachnid and managed to bring her down. I never liked her. She was a shady character—shadier than the average Decepticon.

I didn't like how I was fitting in with the Decepticons. I didn't like the way I was recruited, as well. Megatron had seen my submissive personality, so he didn't torture me into submission after he had Soundwave probe my processor. But Knock Out and Default were a little bit resistant, so after they had been tortured into submission, Soundwave twisted a few codes in Knock Out's processor to make him glitch if he ever tried to escape from the Decepticons. He did the same with Default, with a consequence of Default turning into a tactical, monotone mech.

It seriously scared me.

And it went on like this. Vorns upon vorns passed, and I couldn't help but wonder if Bumblebee's frame had formed around his spark yet. Who had picked him up if it had? One orbit, I decided to try and see if he was by tugging on our bond, and was delighted to feel a return tug with a shower of love. I showered him with love as well.

But I still wasn't happy with the fact that I was a Decepticon. I wanted to get away and join the Autobots, but I was too afraid to. Megatron would kill me if he caught me trying to run away. I wanted to scream until my voice box shorted out, but I didn't. I just stood back in the shadows as I watched the workings of the Decepticon army. There was this thin and spindly mech named Starscream. He was the Second in Command to the Decepticon army and a seeker. And there was this other mech named Dreadwing, who was the leader of a contingent of seekers in the Decepticon army. And then there was this mech named Breakdown, who had been assigned to be Knock Out's assistant, which shattered the partnership Knock Out and I had when we were still neutrals. At least Knock Out was still a close friend (I had found out when we were in hiding), and Breakdown was easy to get along with. He was cool to talk to, and soon I felt a friendship forming between us as well.

But I still didn't like how Knock Out's and my relationship had been ruined. I didn't show it to them, though, because I didn't want them to take pity on me. I just let the brute work with my former partner as I worked by myself.

Default came to me one orbit as I straightened my tools after an easy surgery. I looked up at the Praxian I used to know personally. Since he had joined the Decepticons, he had painted his chevron blue, and had added blue stripes to his finish in hopes that any of the mechs and femmes he had known before wouldn't recognise him. If he had been able to express it anymore, he would have been embarrassed. "Wavelength…I have observed you over the last while, and I do not like what I see."

"What do you see, Default?" I asked as I turned back to continue cleaning up.

"You have changed, Wavelength."

I huffed. "Well, that's what happens when you join the Decepticons. You change."

"There is a 50.2% chance that you'll never revert back to what you were before."

"I know."

Eventually, Megatron sent me out onto the battlefield, where I was made to strike down Autobots. I didn't like how I was forced to kill members of the faction I wanted to belong to, so I improvised. I cut down mechs and femmes by injuring them in a way that left them having to go limping back to a medic. And I knew all the right places to hit without risking them bleeding out.

At my third battle, though, I got in a tangle with a mech I had heard a lot about. He was the Autobot TiC, and his designation was Jazz.

He had chased me away from the battle and into one of the many alleyways in the city we had been attacking. He managed to drive me into a dead end.

All I could do was stare at the wall that seemed to laugh mockingly at me. I could hear him approaching from behind. My thrusters would have allowed me to escape, but during the battle, they had sustained a lot of damage. Jazz hadn't allowed me any time to perform any self-repairs, so I was grounded.

As Jazz approached me from behind, my wings drooped. I turned to face him, and merely stared at him. He came to a stop only a few feet from me. My weapons were still out, but I made no move to use them. "Ya're a slippah'y femme, aren'tcha?"

"I like being left in once piece…" I said.

"Tha's the thing," Jazz said. "Most Decepticons like ta keep themselves in one piece while brutally killin' eveahry bot they come across. Ya're different. Ah'd like ta question ya." And without pause, he flew at me. I tried to dodge and attack, since he had attacked me first, but before I knew what he was doing, I felt the butt of a gun crash into the back of my helm.

Back when I was human, I was known for my hard head. I could get my face smacked with a tetherball and only stumble backwards while other kids would be knocked out. But this time, when Jazz hit me with the butt of his gun, my vision swam and I stumbled around for a bit. And then I dropped to the ground and the world around me grew dark.