A/N: Non-consensual touching, mentions of past non-con, discussion of assault
Slowly coming back to awareness, Jack's optics found a too-bright ceiling above him, and he averted his optics. His limbs were still restrained, but he was not hung back on the wall, though his legs and arms tied down weren't much better, but at least there weren't chains. The room was a bit cramped and the sight of the cortical psychic patch sent a deep sense of unease through him.
His optics squeezed shut, denta gritted as he remembered what happened-had it been hours, minutes? He didn't know and it worried him. Megatron plucked the information from his mind like it was nothing. Was the Autobot base even still standing? What about the Autobots themselves? He wasn't willing to trust them, but his mother and Wheeljack were with them, and he didn't want Raf or Miko to be there. Please, please just be okay.
Jack stiffened as the door opened, and his spark twisted as Megatron himself walked in, an air of self-satisfaction around him. "Come to gloat?" he muttered.
Megatron smirked. "While that is certainly a thought, I've actually come to take you to see the results your information has caused."
Jack struggled to get out the restraints holding him down. "No, you took it out of my head! This is your fault."
"Come now, don't be so modest," Megatron said, "I could not have obliteratd the Autobot's outpost without your knowledge. Consider seeing their corpses pulled from the wreckage your farewell to them."
Jak flinched, the confimation stabbing straight into his spark. He held out faint hope that he wasn't right, but now he fell back on hoping his friends and mother weren't there. "You've made your point, now leave me alone."
Megatron sneered at him, but Jack didn't expect him to follow through with his suggestion. "How hard of hearing you've turned, perhaps you need to see this more than previously thought." he smirked as he stalked forward, and Jack' vents hitched as the mech's servos began to undo his restraints.
Jack's optics widened as his mind flashed back to Megatron's grip holding him tightly-so tightly as his groin was searing in pain while energon bled out of him- and he struggled even more when his servo was free. "Let go, let of me!" he sucked in a sharp breath as Megatron's fist slammed into his stomach, and his frame went slack as he gritted his denta to work through the phantom pangs in his abdomen.
Megatron undid his other restraints, practically ripping off the ones on his legs before wrapping an arm tightly over his waist, pinning Jack's arms to his sides and pressed against his chest. "I must admit, your small size makes you so tight and compact, and with your flier build-it's no wonder Starscream panted after you."
Jack froze, his mind stalling as the mention of Starscream sharply reminded him he hadn't seen the seeker. His spark twisted, a very real concern flooding him. Is he okay? he thought, but gritted his denta as he processed the full taunt. "You looked at my time with him? Wasn't raping me enough for you?" he growled.
Megatron chuckled darkly. "I had no interest in your other memories than for the Autobot's location, but I was interested in seeing what my former second saw in you," he said, and Jack could almost picture the sneer on his lips, "I underestimated Starscream-he's more patient than I realized, when he wants something that is."
Jack narrowed his optics. If this was Megatron's attempt to bait him, it wouldn't work. Jack knew full well Starscream wanted to frag him while on the Harbinger, and after he'd left he realized something more important: Starscream had wanted his T-cog; it made a strange sort of sense given all the clues. And yet he still grew to care about me. Or, perhaps just a little.
"And," Jack started, "where is Starscream?"
Megatron snorted derisively, and Jack flinched as the mech's other servo wrapped around his thighs to keep them from kicking as he began his trek out of the room. "He has been detained in his room until he comes back to his senses."
Jack's optics widened. "What did you do to him?!" he demanded, wincing as the silver mech glanced down at him.
"Do to him?" he echoed. "Why, I allowed him to rejoin the Decepticons even after his countless attempts at betrayal and covorting with stolen property," Jack snarled at that, "and he has the nerve to attack Knock Out because he couldn't control his own wretched seeker coding."
Jack found himself smirking, if only a little. Starscream scratched up Knock Out's face? I hope it hurt. Those gashes certainly looked deep. His elation though quickly faded as they got to the bridge, and his optics darted around cautiously. There were dozens of Vehicons working on the bottom level, but aside from Soundwave there wasn't anyone else.
The screen drew his attention, and his spark plummeted. Splashed across the giant screen was the smoking ruins of the Autobot outpost. Debris littered the ground, dust settled over everything as he could make out bits and pieces of the silo. Jack flinched as he saw the squadron of Vehicons being ordered around by a blue form, but it was little comfort to remember it was Dreadwing.
Knock Out wasn't in sight, on the screen or bridge, but Jack wasn't going to relax.
"So, Soundwave, how goes our excavation?" Megatron questioned. "Have the remains of the Autobots been uncovered yet?"
Soundwave tilted his head, several unfamiliar clips playing. "Going...slow-no sign...yet." he said before turning back to the screen.
Megatron rumbled, displeased. Slowly, his servo on Jack's shoulder began to stroke the plating, claw tips rubbing against his arm. Jack's optics widened, his spark pulsing rapidly as his tank churned. "I suppose then I shall have to occupy myself until then."
"No, no, no." Jack muttered, jerking away from the touch, but with him pinned it was no use. He hissed as the digits on his thigh began to trace over a seam. "Let go of me." he grunted as the arms tightened, painful and he was forced to stop his movements as his dented wing throbbed in rememberance of earlier.
"I would highly suggest you cease your struggling, least you wish to put on a show." Megatron muttered in Jack's audio, and the flier grimaced as he was aware that below them were starting to take notice.
Jack gritted his denta, giving the silver mech a hateful glare. "Bastard."
Megatron didn't reply, only resumed with his ministrations. The servo on his thigh started to move inward, claws dragging lightly along the metal to a seam on his inner thigh. Jack flinched as the digits grabbed the wires, stilling his thoughts of jerking away. He squeezed his optics shut as his wires were rubbed between the digits, along the rest of the seam to the space where his leg met his pelvis.
Jack gritted his denta so hard his jaw ached. He wanted to use his arm cannon so much, but he likely wouldn't make it out of here if he did. No, stop, stop, st-
"Lord Megatron, we have searched through the entire site, and I regret to inform you that we have not found the remains of a single Autobot. They were not here."
Jack vented deeply, relief at the forefront of his mind, both by the servo releasing his leg, and there being no mention of 'organic mattter' splattered anywhere. I never thought I'd be so happy to hear a 'Con's voice.
Megatron snarled though, optics blazing furiously. "What?! Check the site again, there is no chance-" he stopped, and grew quiet. Jack shifted nervously as the mech began to chuckle. "I see, they must have escaped the blast with their groundbridge." he smirked. "No matter, they are baseless; Dreadwing, continue excavation, and bring up anything which is found useful."
Dreadwing nodded. "Understood, my liege."
"As for you," Megatron said in a low voice, and a chill ran down Jack's spinal strut, "we shall finish this later." he pulled Jack with him out of the bridge, and the flier was tossed at the first pair of Vehicons that Megatron found. "You two!" he snapped as their grabbed Jack's wrists. "Take this pest back to the brig."
Jack struggled as he was dragged down the hall, the two Vehicons pulling him roughly. "Get your hands off of me!" he snarled, but was ignored as they began to speak over him.
"Lord Megatron called him a pest, he only ever did that with Knock Out's pleasure bot." One of them said.
The other nodded, and Jack tensed up as he looked him over. "Small, pretty, even makes the same faces. It's gotta be him."
"You know, Lord Megatron never said we had to leave after we put him in the brig." The first one said thoughtfully. "And imagine how much prettier he'd be all tied up."
"Hmm," the second hummed, tilting their head at Jack, "you're right, he would. Do you think he's still tight though?"
The first one scoffed. "A pleasure bot can't get loose, and Knock Out probably put in some mode to keep him compact."
Jack venting picked up, panic setting in as he realized what was happening. All he could remember were the bindings holding him down on a berth, and Knock Out looming over him. That's not going to happen again! He snarled and tugged his servo. The metal changed, forming into a blaster.
He couldn't risk it with Megatron, but now? Jack pulled the trigger, a vicious satisfaction in his spark as the shot blasted the drone's head off. The other started as the body fell, but Jack twisted his arm and slammed his cannon into the chest, firing a shot that went right through the plating.
Jack staggered through the hall, heaving as he couldn't believe he'd just killed two drones, but he couldn't dwell on it, especially not after what they planned to do. Find a way out, he reminded himself. His mother was safe, he needed to get out of here and find her.
He paused as he came to another wall, his optic ridges furrowing as he heard the indignant yelling.
"How dare you keep me locked up like some common criminal! Megatron, do you hear me? Let me out of here!"
Jack blinked, and he found himself going towards the voice he'd know anywhere by now. He stared down at the door panel, and without a second thought he shot at it. The keypad sparked as it fried, the locking mechanism faltering and the door slid open.
His cannon morphed back into his servo as red optics stared at him, mouth dropped in surprise.
"S-Shift?" Starscream sputtered, wings twitching.
Jack's spark hammered in his chest, and he lunged forward. Starscream froze as Jack's arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. "I'm so happy to see you."
Starscream slowly began to pat his back, awkward. "Yes, well, it is good to see-wait a minute!" he wrenched Jack's arms off of him, stepping back to give him an indignant glare. "You leave me, and now you come here-and hug me? And mechs think I'm difficult?" he snapped, and crossed his arms. "Well, I will not be your transference crush."
Jack's spark thudded in his chest, a warm flush going down his back. He actually looked it up? His lips might have twitched into a smile, but he couldn't be sure. "Believe me, you're not." he replied. "I only came here to get you, now we can leave!"
Starscream's optic ridges furrowed, mouth opening to speak, but another voice beat him to it.
"Leave? I don't think so."
Jack's body seized as electricity coursed through him, and he collapsed to the floor. He gritted his denta, limbs sparking as he tried to glare up at Knock Out as he walked into the room, holding his energon prod against his shoulder with a smirk.
Starscream's wings flared aggressively. "How dare you harm my minion."
Knock Out glared at the seeker, looking seconds away from using the prod on him. "Yours? He's not your anything." he hissed. A malicious smile slowly formed on his face. "In fact, do you really know him at all? Why, I bet you didn't even know that," Jack's optics widened, realizing what was about to be said, "that he used to be an organic-that he used to be one named Jack."
Starscream went still, his expression blank. Jack's tank dropped as the seeker then looked down at him with a myraid of emotions-none of them good. "You used to be a what?!"