Midi slowly regained consciousness, her circuits pounding from a received pain. That wasn't what was bothering her at the moment though. What was bothering her most was that something or someone was brushing their hand against her face; her unmasked face. Aside from that, the only things she could gather was that she was leaning against something, and her wrists were tightly bound behind that "something" she was leaning on. She dared to bring her optics back on-line just a sliver, and was face-to-face with an unmasked sneering Sideways, his hand brushing gently, seductively across her smooth face.
"I told you before, my treat," the purple mech whispered, enjoying how his prize tried feebly to escape the metal ropes around her wrists, "you're mine; and always will be mine." Sideways drew his face dangerously close to hers, their lips only inches apart. "Oh, how I'm going to enjoy this," he seethed, loving how she desperately tried to hide her fear, how she tried to stop whining with protest and yell for help, but couldn't.
No . . . no, not me! Midi thought frantically, feeling her captor's sickly warm breath against her lips, praying that someone would come to help her, but knew that everyone else was at the base; too far away to come to her aid in time. Last time someone was able to come to stop Sideways last time, but at the cost of that Autobot soldier's life. It looked like this time she wasn't going to be so lucky . . .
Sideways was going to get away with this. The Decepticon lifted Midi's chin and moved his lips to her tender neck, chuckling with utter enjoyment as he felt his soon-to-be victim shuddering with protest. He got away with molesting Solar on the shuttle that moved the femmes, he got away with telling the Decepticons where the femmes were going to me moved, and now he's going to get away with this!
Suddenly, a long angled blade came between the two Transformers, the indented angle around Sideways' neck. The blade shown with razor-sharp menace and slowly pulled the captor away from its prey. Midi looked up and saw the face of a red seeker; a face she was more than happy to see.
"Get up," Starscream barked, pulling his sword closer to tickle Sideways' neck. The seeker's orange optics blazed with fury. How DARE you hurt Breaker! Starscream's conscious seethed, wondering what would be the best place on this planet to hide Sideways' soon-to-be shattered and lifeless body.
Midi uttered his name under her breath, recalling that her mask, as well as her two swords, was still to her right, next to Sideways'. Get away, she pleaded in her mind, Starscream, I'm not worth it! Get away from him! I don't want you to end up like that Autobot who saved me last time! Not with a whole in your chest . . . Midi's optics became moist, tears threatening to wet her cheeks.
"Sorry Starscream, but I'm not going to let you take my property from me," Sideways stated, not an ounce of fear in his voice, even with Starscream's sword creating little cuts on his neck. Starscream growled, barely keeping himself from lunging at the purple Transformer and beating the circuitry out of him for calling Breaker his "property". Wanting to make sure that the tied-up blue seeker wouldn't get hurt though, and knowing that Sideways was up to something, the seeker maneuvered Sideways 180°s, Starscream's back to Breaker.
It ends now! the two mechs confirmed in their minds, as Sideways knocked the red seeker's blade away and aimed his arm cannons to do some damage. Both Transformers lunged at each other, prepared to give it all for a possession for one and a love to another, with Midi having a forced front-row seat.