Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 5

A/N: You guys make it so hard! T.T Two votes Megatron and two votes for Soundwave...

Pixel felt as if she could have slept her life away as she laid in the plushness of her berth. It was amusing to the femme that she had said 'her berth' in her mind, more like a sick joke as she lingered on the thought. None of this was truly hers, not even her life at the moment. Her fate was directly linked to Megatron's mood of the day.

With great care, she brushed a servo over her pelvic plating. It was achy and sore from last night's ordeal. To be honest, she felt filthy even with the pleasure that had came with it. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she realized what Captain would of done. He would've told her to fight him off. But she had been terrified of the giant of a mech and had laid open for him. Her begging had meant nothing to the tyrant, though he had been delicate with her.

Rolling softly off the berth our little damsel made her way to the bathing tank. It was an hour until she finally got the strength to pull herself out and begrudgingly applying the polish Megatron provided, knowing that if she did not...then perhaps he would apply it himself. Something she definitely did not want or even think about.

Pixel's spark jumped to her throat as she saw another bot staring right at her. With cheeks burning red, she realized it was only her reflection staring back at her. Though to her defense it had been a long while since she had actually seen her chassis in full view. A small smile flickered her features as she realized how much she had matured. Tears came to her optics as the thought of her parents came to mind. She looked every bit like them.

A soft knock suddenly sounded against her berthroom's door. Someone was knocking instead of barging in...?

"Come in...?" she said softly, going back to her berth to sit, anticipating the coming mech. Pixel was almost relieved to see that it was Soundwave who greeted her. She showed it by giving him a cute smile.

"Soundwave is here to take you to your friend. As promised, the old mech was repaired to an operational state. I do hope you rested well." Megatron's voice came from Soundwave as a recording, shutting off with a click. Pixel was too happy to be freaked out by the unfitting voice coming from the silent mech.

"Are we going now? Please, Soundwave?" Pixel begged excitedly, absentmindedly taking his servo as she pulled him toward the door. The mech showed no emotion but he did not resist either.

Captain laid miserably on the floor. What in the name of Primus had he done? He would have purged his tanks if it wasn't for the fact he had nothing in his tanks. He cringed to think of what had happened to his ward. She was his responsibility and he had let her down just like the rest of his crew...

"Captain!" a voice cried out, making Captain instantly jolt up to a standing position. He was caught off guard as a chassis flew right into him. There she was, Pixel, curling into his chassis the way she had done for years. But unlike those other times, he did not shove her off.

"Are you hurt? What did they do to you? Did they touch you?" Captain blurted, feverishly checking her over for any sort of damage. He was surprised to see there was not even a scratch on her chassis.

"I'm fine, Captain! They didn't hurt me at all and I've been staying in a nice room. I'm just more concerned about you..." she whimpered, omitting the part about Megatron's 'playtime.'

"You shouldn't worry about me. I'm tougher than I look even in my age...but Pixel...did anything happen? You can tell me, you're not in trouble." he whispered softly so she could only hear. He could see the hesitation in her body language as she looked anywhere but at him. Soundwave had given them privacy by going out and standing outside the door.

"I...h-he...made my stomach feel really weird when he...t-touched...my lower...p-plating with his digits then they w-were in-inside of me and it just kind of...shorted my systems for a few minutes... He said he was...looking for something." Pixel finally said, face red and tears trickling down her cheek plating. Captain was enraged but this was no time for yelling. It would only serve to freak out the already upset femmling. He was afraid of this. He had always been afraid of this since he had first seen her as a protoform and her mother. Pixel was what humans would call a siren of sorts. Cybertron had a few classes: medical, scouts, warriors, laborers, and leaders. But one not commonly known was the 'companion' class. Femmes, and sometimes mechs, bred to be beautiful and one day be gifted to one of the high-class as a toy of sorts. These bots were highly sought after but since the war most were extinct since they possessed no weapons or durable armor to protect themselves. Why would they of needed them?

Those left alive had quickly been handed out to Megatron's generals and were not treated well. Needless to say, it was a fair assumption to say that Pixel was the last of her kind. This was not Captain's only fear. It was obvious that Megatron had already caught on to what she was since he treated her with such care. But what Captain feared was her first heat. Once that first time hit, she would be a sitting duck for any mech that caught a whiff of her mating scent. Companions often kept that scent after the first heat, yet not as overpowering until the next heat came around. What made this worse was that Pixel had no idea of any of these facts.

"Sssshhh, it's okay...everything will be okay...just forget all of this. We'll get out of here and I swear he'll never touch you again once we're out. Just give me time, Pixel." he soothed, pecking her helm and stroking her back-fins.

"B-But how will we get out, Captain? There's just so many of them and you're stuck here. I'm just too weak to be any help and I don't want you to end up like the others!" Pixel cried pitifully, clinging tighter to the mech who raised her.

Captain opened his mouth to scold her but a loud explosion silenced him. Not a nano-click went by before Soundwave had scooped her into his arms and was sprinting down the hallways. Pixel barely had time to register what had happened. All she knew was that Soundwave wanted her back in her room and quickly.

As he ran, she saw many drones run in all sorts of directions and she even saw Knock Out and Breakdown run by, whom gave her a quick wave. But then she saw bots she had never seen before with much more vibrant colors compared to the dark colors of Decepticons.

"Optimus! Look there's Soundwave and he has a femme!" the biggest green mech yelled, easily crushing a drone underneath his weapon.

"On it!" a blue femme called, quickly catching up to Soundwave. Pixel was dropped unceremoniously to the ground as Soundwave barely had time to deflect one of the blue femme's blows. Pixel realized why she recognized this group of bots. They were Autobots! Not just any Autobots, but the great Optimus' team. The only possibility of their being here must've been to collect something back from the Decepticons or either capturing energon.

Pixel was quick on her peds as she ran toward the Autobots as the blue femme held off Soundwave. But she was quickly caught around the middle by a mech.

"Sorry, love~. Megatron will have our helms if he loses you." Knock Out chuckled softly, but seeing her face he then added something that made her happy more than sad., "But if you must know, it seems Bumblebee did come across an old mech in a cell while looking for the energon storage. From what I heard, he got transported to the Autobot base."

As long as Captain's safe...I'm happy, she thought with bitter-sweetness as she was dragged away from the battle. The last scene she saw of the battle was Megatron lashing out at the Autobot leader.

Knock Out was leading her to her room when he got commed.

"Are you sure? I'm not sure that'd be wise for her health, Megatron...fine, fine...your wish is my command." he sighed, ending the com-link. Pixel was more than a little fearful as Knock Out gave her a long look before handing in the opposite direction of her room.

"Now don't freak out but Megatron is having you transferred to his room. Think of it as a safety precaution in case of another incident like this one. He also says he doesn't want you getting lonely now that Captain is gone." he explained walking toward a more decorated hall. Decepticon banners were hung gracefully from the ceiling.

Don't freak out? Don't freak out! How was she expected NOT to freak out? After last night's incident she did not even want to be in the same room as that awful mech!

"Here we are. Megatron's inside so be very silent as you enter and try not to make too much noise. He's a little beaten up but refuses my assistance." Knock Out warned, knocking on the door but then leaving as it opened.

Pixel gulped as she walked inside. The room was similar to her own except for the fact that it was twice as big, the berth was twice the size, and weapons decorated the walls. She walked silently as she saw Megatron's back to her. From what she could tell, he was sitting at a desk working on one of his arms. The cut was deep and made her tank churn.

She did nothing but stand awkwardly as she awaited his attention, instead watching him as he worked. For such large digits he had the skill of a surgeon as he fixed his wounds. How many times had he had to fix himself?, she found herself wondering. Minutes flew by before Megatron was satisfied with his work, flexing his arm this way and that to check if everything was running fine. Then he finally turned to her.

"Soundwave informed me that your friend was taken by the Autobots. How very unfortunate, my dear. But I do hate the idea of you being alone for such long period of times without any companionship and my men are much too busy or untrustworthy to keep you amused. So I thought you would perhaps be more comfortable in my room since I spend quite a bit of time in here while planning strategies. Are we understood?" Megatron explained, standing up to tower over her. Pixel numbly nodded her helm. What over choice did she have? But she did have one question.

"Where will I be sleeping?" Pixel asked looking around the room. His lips quickly pulled into a smirk. Oh, how naive his little femme could be. It also accomplished making his cable a bit hard.

"With me, of course. I assure you that my berth is quite cozy." he chortled, pulling back the berth coverings and motioning for her get inside. Pixel hesitated but did as she was told, trembling as he pulled the coverings around her.

"Comfy?" he asked, walking to the other side to settle himself in. Pixel just nodded her helm but when she turned to look at him, she was caught off guard. For a moment he did not look like himself at all. He looked tired, like all these years of war had taken a toll on him and in those optics, she saw loneliness. It hit her that perhaps he had never had anything to care for.

"Goodnight, Pixel." he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and giving her lips a gentle peck.

"Goodnight...Megatron."