Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Chapter 9

Knock Out was more than delighted to have Pixel back in his capable servos and smile graced his lips as he entered the medical area. She looked a little roughed up but still as adorable as ever. She sat timidly on the familiar medical berth. Soundwave stood silently at her side, a comforting servo on her back. She spoke softly to the quiet mech as he nodded his helm in acknowledgement.

" Back again I see! Hopefully those brutes weren't too rough with you, dearest. " Knock Out cooed, flashing a light in her optics, making sure that her optics dimmed appropriately since her long stay in the darkness.

" I'm okay... Just a little tired, that's all. " she responded, a tired smile showing her exhaustion.

" Don't worry, I'll get you fixed up and have you in bed before you know it, sweet-spark. " he assured her, quickly buffering out the scuffs on her neck and re-polishing her armor. Pixel leaned back on the berth as he worked his skilled digits across her frame. She was back and safe...well...she hoped that she was safe among these mechs. Megatron had shown how compassionate he could be, but she still feared his temper if she was to make it rise.

He was gentle to her but his lack of composure for others was terrifying. He could kill and feel nothing. Yet he had spared her and made her life as comfortable as possible. How could someone so evil be so caring?

" Ah, there we go, love. All patched up and looking fabulous again. But you do seem to be missing something... Megatron wants it done but I told him you were not ready for such a change... " Knock Out finally said, his words hesitant.

" Change? What does he want to change? " she asked, optics mirroring her question. What did he want to change about her?

" Well... He's rather possessive, Pixel. He likes to show what he owns with the crest of a Decepticon. You still bear the crest of an Autobot... " he explained, his servo brushing over her crest, which was centered on her chest.

" B-but I don't belong to h-him and I'm not a Decepticon! " Pixel sputtered, pulling back from his touch and causing Soundwave's servo to tighten on her shoulder. Knock Out gave a patient sigh as he looked her over. Poor, naive dear. Why couldn't she accept her fate?

" You don't have a choice. Maybe I can convince him to postpone the procedure but it can not be held off for long. He'll grow impatient and it'll make things worse. He has been delicate with you and that's far more than any bot has ever gotten from him. Please make things easy for all of us, especially your self. Don't make him lose interest in you. " the medic warned, his optics narrowed.

Pixel's optics still held terror as his words hit home. Had Megatron lied to her so easily to lead her to believe that he would not lose interest? That he would kill the little Autobot when she no longer amused him? Her tank churned at her own ignorance. She would never reclaim her own life. But something surged through her spark, a primal instinct. The instinct to run and not look back. Just like in the beginning of her tale with these Decepticons.

Fleet peds carried her as she ran from the room. She couldn't even remember leaving the room but she could hear Knock Out's yells and Soundwave rushing after her as she ran. Her legs pumped until the noises behind her faded and she was left to herself with the sound of her own harsh venting.

Pixel propped her chassis against the hallway as she pondered exactly what she had done. She was dead. There was no way Megatron would allow this behavior. He had saved her from Silas and Starscream, her thought had been to run! But he had killed her crewmates and adoptive family along with the good he had done.

Her chassis slumped against the wall as her legs gave out. Any second the alarms would go off and she would be dragged to Megatron for her punishment.

" Megatron, we have a situation! " Knock Out sputtered, his loud entrance catching Megatron's attention.

" And what would that be, Knock Out, that would cause you to enter my presence in such an unruly manner? " Megatron asked, his patience already draining.

" Pixel, that little fembot, she ran off somewhere! Soundwave is looking for her now but she ran off so sudden after I mention the branding. I need your permission to sound the alarms for her captured. " the medic rushed, his words tripping over themselves.

Megatron's optics narrowed as he soaked in the information. His prize had ran off? Rage seared his circuits as he finally registered her sudden betrayal. The ungrateful femme would have her punishment.

" I will find her myself. " he growled, pushing Knock Out roughly aside as he made his exit. He would make sure that she never thought of running again. Pixel would learn a lesson she would not soon forget.

An hour roughly went by of searching until he caught the sound of something familiar. It was sniffling. A delicate sound that sounded as if the bot's spark was broken. A few quiet footsteps toward the sound proved him correct. It was a femme crying that he was hearing. As he rounded the corner, he saw her.

Pixel was curled against the wall, feverishly wiping the constant pour of tears that wept from her optics. Her chassis seemed more delicate and fragile as her shoulders rocked with the quiet sobs. She looked broken in that moment he saw her. The rage that had covered him ebbed a bit as he watched her. It still slightly fogged his mind but it was not as intense. Her tiny servos seemed to cling to the insignia on her chest.

" Hmph, are you crying because you regret your decision or because you fear your punishment? " Megatron growled, finally giving away his position. Pixel's helm whipped up as she heard his voice. The one she had been terrified to hear at any moment.

" I...I...I wasn't t-trying to escape... " she whispered softly, turning her helm away.

" Not trying to escape? Ha! Do you honestly expect me to believe such a lie. You ran, fembot, in the hopes of getting away. How ungrateful. " his voice hissed, his frame towering over her.

" You wanted to brand my chassis and own me. I was afraid, Megatron. Fear is a right you can not take away from me. I...I don't know why I ran but it felt like the right thing to do... I didn't know what to do... Knock Out said I should be worried about you losing interest... I'm sorry I ran. " she said finally, a chassis still shaking.

" Lose...interest? We had this talk, Pixel. I told you I wasn't a fickle mech! I...er...I lov- care about you! " Megatron grumbled off as he said words Pixel couldn't catch.

" What did you say...? " Pixel asked timidly, managing to get to her peds.

" I said I care about you and your well being. Killing you isn't on my agenda. I just want your submission to my power. " he muttered, his voice a low growl as he ran a servo gently across her cheek. " Just submit to me, dear. " he whispered, lips against her receptor. Pixel cringed at his closeness but did not pull away.

" Captain said I would find a mech I love one day... But I never got a chance to choose the mech I wanted to love. You never gave me a chance. " she whimpered, body curling into his chest.

"...Do you think you could love a monster?... " he asked, his arms wrapping tight against her chassis. Love? He wanted her to love...him? He actually cared if she cared for him. Then it hit her...he needed her with him.

" Yes...Yes I do. "