Here it is, folks! The last chapter in which Mikaela/Wavelength is on Cybertron. I hope you enjoy!

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6 – Interrogated – 6

I found myself in the living room of my house. For some reason, I knew it was winter, though there was no snow outside. It was because it was Nevada, and it never snowed there. But it was still chilly, and there was a fire going in the fireplace. Dad was sitting in his favourite recliner near the fire as he read the newspaper. There was a cup of hot chocolate sitting on the side table that sat between his recliner and the couch. Steam was rising from it, showing that it was still warm. I could hear Mom in the kitchen, and the smell of spaghetti reached my nose.

I had just come home from school and had just put my backpack up in my room. I wanted to spend time with my family before they had to go on their next business trip. I sat down on the couch and crossed my legs as my cat Pebbles jumped onto my lap. She was purring loudly as I stroked a finger under her chin and as I scratched her between the ears. I loved that cat.

Picking up the TV remote, I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. Doctor Who was on the Canadian science-fiction channel 'Space', and I paused to watch as the Doctor ran from the Daleks and began to scream when he was cornered by them. I couldn't remember what episode it was, but I remembered that I had watched it. After becoming bored with it, I switched channels and landed on CBC, who was running an episode of Murdoch Mysteries. It was an episode I hadn't watched before, so I sat back and watched it as Pebbles draped herself across my lap and continued to purr.

Dad looked up from his newspaper for a second. "Your mother and I have to fly to New York tonight," he told me. "There's going to be a big meeting at the main office."

I only nodded, not taking my eyes off the screen as Murdoch kissed his long-awaited lady-friend Julia. After all that he had been through, reigning in his emotions and seeing her get married to another man, I was glad he finally got be with the lady "of his dreams". "Okay, Dad. I'll be fine," I muttered.

"Honey, can you go get the mail, please?" my mother suddenly asked loudly from within the kitchen.

"Alright," I sighed. I gently lifted my cat off of my lap and pushed myself to my feet. I went to the front door and shoved my feet into my sneakers as I took the keys from the key-hook. I quickly walked outside and down to the mailbox. I opened the mailbox and saw that there was only one thing in the mailbox. It was a big brown envelop, and when I took it out and read the addresses, my heart sunk. It was my report card. From what scores I got from the last few quizzes, I knew my mother was going to kill me.

But I slowly dragged myself back to the house, my legs shaking only slightly. I had to be brave; I wouldn't let my mother see that I was scared. Then she would interpret it as me being scared of her, and she would get even angrier.

I walked into the kitchen and handed my mother the mail. She looked at me with an unreadable expression before she looked down at the envelope and opened it. I watched as she quickly skimmed through the whole contents of the envelope, and I watched as an angry look suddenly contorted her features. She directed the look at me, and I had to resist the urge to cower. "A D-minus, Mikaela? What the heck are you doing up in your room when you say you're studying?!" she bellowed.

I felt the tears trying to surface. "Studying…but—"

"But what?!" Mom screamed. "But you play on your phone instead? Or…or you chat with Jack?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "When I go to the tests, my mind blanks. I forget—"

"You forget? That's just an excuse!" and then, out of nowhere, her hand slapped me across my face…

…and I woke up, shaking, in a cell. An Autobot cell.

I sat up and rubbed both of my servos over my faceplates. My wings drooped as my processor caused me to think over the dream several times before I was able to calm myself down. Why that memory? The one where I got slapped in the face for the first time because I got a bad grade? "If you say you can't do well on tests, then that means that you are stupid," was what she had said after I had stumbled back from the blow. And because of that, I hated my mother for weeks.

Tears rolled down my cheekplates as I tried desperately to calm myself down. I wiped at my faceplates in order to get rid of the tears. I couldn't look weak in front of the Autobots, especially in front of Jazz, the one who brought me in. From my time with the Decepticons, I had heard about the TiC's ruthless interrogation tactics, where he entered your processor and proceeded to rip it to shreds as he looked for the information he needed. I knew he was going to do that to me. I was a medic and I was one of the ones to know the state of most of the troops and Megatron himself. I had repaired the warlord a couple of times.

I drew in a shaky breath and straightened my posture as I heard the door leading down into the dungeon creak open slowly. Do not look scared, do not look weak, I told myself. I continued to take deep breaths. But then I was shocked out of my actions when I noticed the sparkling standing before me, on the other side of the bars. He was goldenrod yellow, and he was looking at me with impossibly large blue optics. I studied him for a few nanokliks before I recognised him. It was Bumblebee, my sparkling!

Quickly, I retracted my visor and stared at him with my still turquoise optics. Bumblebee took one look at my optics before he let out a happy chirp and squeezed between the bars. Luckily there hadn't been thousands of volts of electricity pumping through them at the time. Bumblebee rushed to me as I opened my arms wide for him. My spark sang with joy as I gathered him up into my arms and held him close. "My little Bumblebee," I cooed as I rubbed his helm and his doorwings. "You're safe…"

I felt him nod his little helm before he leaned back so that he could look me in the optics. "'Dey keep me safe, an' dey pway wif me, an' make sure I haf my Energon," he told me happily in a mixture of sparkling speech and Cybertronian. The nightmare/memory was gone from my processor, and all my attention was on my little sparkling.

"Who do you play with, 'Bee?" I asked.

His optics practically sparkled with joy. "I pway with E'ita-1, an' Ch'omia, an' the ot'er spark'ings. An' I pway with Jote, an' Moon'acer, an' sometimes Jazz and P'owl. Sometimes ev'n Op'imus!" he answered.

He got to play with a lot of bots it seemed. But most of them were the Autobots I heard rumors about. Elita-1, leader of the femme portion of the Autobot Army; Chromia, femme weapons specialist; Jolt and Moonracer: medics; Jazz: TiC and interrogator; Prowl: SiC, tactician and interrogator; and Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots. Optimus, Prowl, and Jazz held my life in their servos at this moment, but I didn't care. I was with my sparkling.

"That's good, 'Bee. That means you're not alone. That makes Danni very happy," I said, making my spark hum a little bit louder. "Let's me know that you're safe while I'm not with you."

There were a few kliks of silence as we just sat there and snuggled. I watched in contentment as Bumblebee's doorwings flapped lazily. But then Bumblebee asked a question. "Danni…when are you going to stop fighting in da war? When are you going to come back?"

His innocence made my spark want to shatter. "I don't know, sweetspark, I don't know. Megsie wouldn't let me go. He would hurt me really bad if I tried to leave. Once this war is over, I'll come to you and we can spend all the time together that we want," I told him.

"We can do tat now, wight? De Autobots will keep you safe from the bad Dece'ticons!" Bumblebee said.

He was so innocent. "The Autobots won't be very nice to Danni, 'Bee. They'd hurt me too before they would even let me out," I said.

"Ya got that right, femme," Jazz's voice suddenly piped up from outside the cell. I gritted my denta and slammed my visor down over my optics. Bumblebee squeaked in alarm as I looked up at the TiC and scowled.

"Do you mind?" I said, irritated.

Jazz pushed off of the wall he had been leaning on when he had dragged my attention to him. I watched him closely as he walked up to the bars of my cell. His visor flashed, mirroring his tense expression and stance. "Ah do mind, femme. Release tha sparklin' and don't touch him. Ya have no right ta touch an Autobot sparklin', Decepticon!"

I looked down at Bumblebee softly. He looked up at me with his large optics as he latched onto my chestplates. "N-no…" he whined. "Don't make me weave, Danni!"

"What the slag?!" Jazz swore. I looked up at him sharply.

"Language, saboteur!" I scolded, my voice, like a knife, cut through the air. "You do not swear around a sparkling!" Jazz growled at me. "If you want to hear the explanation, you will not verbally bite my helm off, do you understand?"

Jazz crossed his arms. "Whatever you say, 'Con," he spat.

I took a deep breath and looked down at Bumblebee as I sent waves of comfort down our bond. He looked pretty shaken by my outburst. "I emerged from the Well of AllSparks as a full-grown femme. When I was still in the Well, I met Bumblebee. I became his Danni because he was lonely. He has the right to call me Danni, even though I'm a Decepticon and he is an Autobot." I looked down at Bumblebee as he looked up at me. I smiled sadly, even though he couldn't see the tears flowing from my optics. "You must go, sweetspark," I told him, my voice starting to shake.

Bumblebee shook his head violently. "Not without you, Danni!" he cried.

I sighed. "You don't want Jazz to take you with force, do you?"

He shook his head again and I managed to pry him from my chestplates. I kissed the top of his helm before I got up and walked to the bars of my cell. Then I sat him down on his pedes and urged him to leave the cell. And he did, but not without tears. "We will meet again soon, my spark. I will always be with you."

"Bye…Danni…" Bumblebee whimpered before he ran from the dungeon. I looked down, allowing the tears to flow freely from my optics. At the bottom of my visor, they were syphoned away.

I worked hard to calm myself down, so I didn't notice Jazz enter the cell until he had grabbed my shoulders and had slammed me into the wall at the end of my berth. Even as my wings scraped painfully against the metal wall behind me, I kept myself from crying out. "Now that Bumblebee is not in tha room, we can get down ta business," he growled.

"My pleasure…" I grumbled, trying to keep my faceplates as far away from his as I could.

Jazz threw me back down onto the berth, making sure I was still sitting upright when my aft hit the surface of the berth. I was ready for whatever the silver Autobot threw at me, which was strange when I paused to think about it. When I had been human, and I had just met someone new, I would have been so quiet and submissive that I wouldn't retort. I had been like that when I was forced into the Decepticons. I was hardened now. But…I wouldn't mind telling my interrogator secrets if he didn't try to destroy my processor.

He roughly took my right hand, and I knew that he was going for my data-port, so I opened it before he could reach for it. He glanced at me questioningly, but I didn't say a word. I watched as Jazz took his data-cable and slid it into my data-port. If it is data you need, then have at it, I thought.

My firewalls instantly popped up, and Jazz grunted. "Sorry, habit," I said without emotion before I forced the firewalls down. And then he was in there. Searching through everything. Whenever he looked at one of my files, the opening of it would send a jolt of pain through me. But I gritted my denta, trying to ignore the pain as I shoved the needed files up front in order to keep him away from the files containing my memory and who I was before. But even after he had gone through all the information I had about the Decepticons, he delved deeper. "Wait…!" I gasped before a rush of mind-numbing pain washed over me, making what I saw blur and shift slightly before clearing and straightening out again. "No! Stop!" I exclaimed when he came to the file that contained the information of what I was before I was a Cybertronian.

"Sorry, femme," Jazz said, making the words not sound like an apology. "Gotta know all about who ya are so that if tha Decepticons manage ta take you back, we'll be able ta combat ya."

I wanted to scream. Out of all my personal files to start with, he had to go for the one about my previous, non-robotic life. Why couldn't he have gone for the file about how I didn't want to hurt the Autobots? You'll just have to let him see it, Mikaela. It's either now, or farther down the line where it will hurt even more, I told myself.

"Eh, what?" Jazz asked. I looked up at him. "Why did you address yourself as 'Mikaela'? Yah designation is Wavelength."

If he could have seen my optics, I would have glared at him. "Open the file and see for yourself," I said in a neutral voice.

And he did, and it hurt. A failsafe that I couldn't control caused Jazz to have to pry it open. And that caused me a lot of pain. It took him four kliks of prying before he gained access, and that was with my help. It was like my processor never wanted anyone but me to see what was inside that file.

When he was granted access, my processor was flooded with memories. Some of them good, but a lot of them were bad.

…

I was sitting on my swing in the backyard of my house in Comox, BC. I was happy. I was laughing. My hair had been long, long and brown and very, very straight. It was being held back by a white hairband. I was dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans and grey sneakers.

...

The day my hamster died there was a bad storm. Wind whipped at the trees, and rain doused everything. My family and I had to dress up in our rain gear in order to stay dry as we went outside and buried my hamster. Her name had been Spots.

…

The day I had started high school in Jasper, Nevada was when I met both Jack Darby and the jock Vince. He was annoying, even though I wasn't cute enough for him. He was always following, always causing mischief. Sometimes I'd find notes from him in my locker, or pictures of him without his shirt on that I quickly ripped up before anyone could see them. He was so very annoying. I just wanted to make him leave me alone. One day, I figured out how to make him—I pulled a prank on him. Football ran after school, so one day, I went to school with a couple cans of pink paint and a can of red paint. When he was at football practice, I dumped the cans of pink paint all over his hot rod (since I didn't have enough time to paint it), and then wrote "Don't mess with the Maple Leaf Bandit, Vince" in red paint on the windshield before I painted a maple leaf beside the period. Friends back in Canada called me the "Maple Leaf Bandit" because I used to prank them while wearing a bandana, beanie, and t-shirt that had Maple Leaves on them.

After that, he left me alone. I think he realized that if he bugged me anymore in any way, he'd get pranked again.

…

The day someone first broke into the house while my parents were off in a business meeting, I thought I never could stand to be left alone again. I had been sitting down on the couch, watching an episode of Stargate SG-1 with some pizza and a bottle of ginger ale. I watched as the members of SG-1 ran back and forth on the screen as they battled the Goa'uld. But suddenly, someone kicked down the front door and entered the house. I resisted the urge to scream as I jumped up from the couch and grabbed my dinner. I rushed upstairs and locked myself in my parents' bedroom where I snatched the phone up and dialed 911. Once I told the dispatcher that someone was breaking into my house, I ducked under the bed as the dispatcher urged me to stay on the phone.

I could hear the burgalur rummaging around downstairs for something before I heard him rip out something downstairs. The SG-1 episode was abruptly cut off, showing that the item that the thief had in his hands was the TV. I whimpered. Mom and Dad were going to be so upset.

"Halt! This is the police!" I suddenly heard a man bellow. There was a scuffle downstairs before there was a dull thud.

"Got the TV," I heard another voice say.

"Good," I heard the original voice say. "Reginald, you got him?"

"Yes, sir," said another voice.

"Good," the original voice said again. "The girl must be upstairs."

I slowly got out from under the bed and walked to the door. I opened it and walked over to the stairs before I descended them. I met the police officer halfway down. "Are you alright?" he asked.

I nodded slowly, afraid to look him in the eye.

"You did a good job, young lady," the man said, causing me to look up at him. "You could have been hurt if he had seen you. He had a gun."

…

Jazz looked at the rest of the memories that I could remember, even looking at the ones where I was two years old and could only remember a couple of seconds of the time I was at Disneyland, and how, when I was six and I wanted to go on the Mad Teacups at Canada's Wonderland and didn't get to go on them. He even looked at the memory of when Mom actually struck out at me because of my low grade.

He continued on after that, finding the file that told him that I didn't want to hurt the Autobots, so I only injured them. He paused at that for a klik before he continued on until he had probed my entire processor. When he was done, he ejected his cable and let go of me. He took a step back and looked me over as I sat there, trembling slightly from exhaustion as beads of coolant pooled at the top of my chestplates and on my shoulders.

I watched as he rubbed his chin with a thoughtful look on his faceplates. "Ya're a confusin' femme, 'Con. Ya're a 'Con, yet ya have the processor and the spark of an Autobot," he told me.

"That's because I was turned into a Decepticon against my will, saboteur. If I defect, Megatron will offline me as soon as he sees me again," I told him in a weak voice.

"Ah'll have ta talk to mah superiahs about ya situation," Jazz said before he turned and left my cell. I then watched as he left the dungeon.

A weary sigh escaped me as I laid down on my side. Quickly, I found out that the berth was as hard as rock and not as soft as the berth I had in my quarters back at the Decepticon base. Not that I could complain, those berths were hard as rock too, not as soft as the berth that I had when I was neutral.

As I fell into recharge, I wondered if Jazz had seen the memory of when I found out Megatron was the reason I was Cybertronian in the first place…

I was ripped out of recharge when the world around me seemed to explode. My optics snapped opened and I looked around wildly from behind my visor. I relaxed slightly when I saw Knock Out standing in my cell with Breakdown, but I couldn't help but squeak when Knock Out gathered me into his arms. "Your knight in shining armor has come to rescue you," he said sarcastically before he jumped upwards through a hole that they must have created when they broke into my cell.

Gunfire instantly erupted in the room below us before Breakdown joined us on the roof of the building. "Who has dungeons on the main floor?" I asked as Knock Out jumped down and landed on the ground. He put me down on my pedes.

"I don't know, Autobots?" he replied before more gunfire surrounded us.

We transformed—me going into my land mode—before we took off. "Thanks guys, I owe you one," I told them.

Vorns passed, and I made sure to stay clear of any traps any Autobots could run me into so that they could capture me. I knew they might have cared for me because of my ties to Bumblebee, but I was wary of thinking that just in case they really didn't. The only Autobot that could possibly ever care about me was Bumblebee.

More and more vorns passed and one day, I saw Bumblebee out there, fighting with the Autobots. I was shocked that first time that for the rest of the battle, I felt numb. My sparkling was all grown up. He was a warrior.

When we fought at Tyger Pax, I was horrified when Megatron captured Bumblebee. I could only watch from where I was standing behind Megatron as Megatron ripped out my youngling's voice box and left him to die. If it wasn't for me, he'd probably have offlined. But I held on to him even when I had to fly back to the Decepticon base.

One of the final battles I fought on the surface of Cybertron was the one that happened on the edge of the crater caused by Omega Supreme. Bumblebee was there as well, but I stayed away from him as I tried to take on Ironhide with a few other mechs. They were some of the few that had ingested Dark Energon, which I didn't dare touch. The Dark warriors felt so easily that I retreated from the large mech, knowing that if Dark warriors couldn't take him down, I couldn't either.

I stood there, dodging shots, wondering who to attack next. But I stopped when I heard movement behind me.

My back was facing the crater, as something incredibly large stood up behind me. Quickly, I turned around and couldn't help but gasp at the sight of Omega Supreme, who was still alive, but heavily injured. I stood there, wishing that I was on the Autobot side because I knew that I was going to get creamed.

"Fight, Autobots!" he thundered. "For Cybertron, fight!"

I looked over at the Autobots, my spark fluttering uneasily.

"Wavelength!" Megatron bellowed. I looked at him. "Return to base. Let me and my Dark warriors handle this." I nodded before I jumped up and transformed into my flight mode. After flying a risky loop around the gargantuan Autobot, I rocketed back to base, where I got repairs for the damage I had gotten during the fight.

The war on Cybertron was drawing to somewhat of a close. Soon after I got repaired, I learned that the Autobots were preparing to leave Cybertron thanks to Bumblebee. He had wanted me to know that he was going off world. But a plan was forming in my processor. I was going to go off world too, when the Autobots did. I just had to convince Megatron to let me go.

"Lord Megatron, I have learned that the Autobots are preparing to leave Cybertron. I wish to command a small vessel for only myself so that I may follow them," I told Megatron after I came to him one orbit. It came out all in a rush because if I had said it any slower, I would have halted and the words would have died in my throat.

Megatron lifted his helm from where he had it propped up in one of his hands. He was sitting on his throne, so I gracefully went down on one knee. I looked down at the cold, gunmetal grey floor, waiting for him to acknowledge what I had said.

"How did you come across this information, Wavelength?" Megatron finally said.

I glance warily up at the leader of the Decepticons. "I…" I started, afraid of how he would react to what I said. "I…have my resources…"

He looked at me hard and long. I was afraid he was going to ask me to elaborate, which I had no way of doing. But after almost three kliks of tense silence, Megatron nodded. "Very well," he said. "Go get your ship ready."