I thought it would be shorter... So... Please, tell me what you think)
(Transformers) Stupid or right?
Chapter 3.
"Well, one thing for sure, she likes asking straight." JetFire noticed stepping back to the rails.
"Do you think we could use her to get out of here?" WheelJack asked.
"May be... But she is not a stupid one." RedAlert's voice came from behind.
"She doesn't act like a 'Con..."
"Don't be so sure, Bee. We saw her just for several times." White armored Wrecker reminded.
"Yes, but she has already saved Jazz from offlining. And. She did give you the medicin, right?" young bot turned to his silver armored comrade.
"I think she likes him." this time Cliffjumper's teasing comment was heard.
"Shut up, Cliff."
"Likes or not, but she's a nice one." JetFire said leaning at the rails and looking at the door she had exit.
"I wonder what it's like to be a blinded Decepticon.." RedAlert crossed his servo and heard Bee and Jazz sign.
"Not cool."
"Yah..."
"Do you think she can be repaired?" JetFire suddenly asked looking up at him.
"If she was skilled and valued, then I'm sure she must have gotten a good treatment... But you never know, what to expect from Decepticons."
"I'm sure you and Ratchat could heal her. You both succeed in repairing my voice box..."
"May be we can, but I am afraid that some damages can not be repaired, Bumblebee."
"I wonder how she lost her site..."
"We'd better not mention her blindness. Who knows what did she go thruogh..."
"Hey, guys! Just look at us. We're stuck in a prison and the only thing we're doing is discussing a blind Decepticon femme."
"Cliffjumper, I don't know about you but all this time some of us were working over a plan to take us out of here!"
"Any progress?"
"No." came a short answer making the red armored bot smirk.
"Then we'd better think fast, Doc, cos' time's working agains us..."
And less they knew about a young femme standing behind the door and hearing everything Autobots've been talking about...
A megacyucle or two passed. Jetfire was broodingly standing in the corner leaning to the dark wall. He breathed out, suddenly straightened, offlined and closed his optics and started listening. At the beginning everything seemed silent but then he started noticing. He heard someone of his comrades touched the rails and the sound of other make several steps. He listened. Then he heard his own engine work and remembered Jazz's not letting them sleep last night. He tryed to make some steps not onlining his optics and then reached the wall with his servo. It was cold and raggy. Jet fire smirked at himself. Offlining your optics just for several clicks was a much different story...
He opened and onlined them again only to meet Bumblebee looking at him with a raised opticbrow,"JetFire... What are you doing?"
"N-nothing. I just-" the flyer started but stopped his phrase, hearing the door panels slide open.
They turned their helms and saw, that the femme entered the corridor again and started collecting something on the table, but then suddenly her voice was heard.
"I've been working in the lab in one of our bazes. It was attacked and I lost my site after the explosion." she then turned leaning her back to the table her optics directed at the centre of the corridor, "You wanted to know how I became blind, didn't you?" after several clicks of waiting she heard a voice.
"Have you been eavesdropping?" Blurr said sitting on the floor, his servos crossed, his back leaned to the wall.
"Not eavesdropping, just hearing. And it's not like you were trying to be quiet either."
"True..."
It was silent again.
So, that's how it happened... Well, it shouldn't have been a surprise for them; how else could a 'Con get that kind of a damage? The most possible way was Autobots.
Their own kind. It was a weird moment for 'Bots, because this time the 'Con they were facing wasn't a dangerous enemy but a victim. Of course, they didn't harm her personally but their comrades caused her blindness. Even if it hadn't been in porpose, she had all rights to hate them...
"Sorry..."
"It was an accident, that's all... You fight for Autobots, 'Cons fight for 'Cons..." she hugged her chassis with her servos and silently added,"Well, some fight just for power..."
Hearing that Jetfire and RedAlert exchanged looks, as Jazz finally asked, "Why did you save me? Really."
She turned her helm at his voice.
"What should I have done? Let Shockwave offline you with a meaningless reason? " she explained like the answered was obvious.
"Then... I guess... Thank you." the Autobot said making a smile appear on her face.
"How many time you're going to thank me?"
"Don' warry, this was the last one." he tried to jock.
"You know what, I still can't get why wouldn't they interrogate us? I mean, if Shockwave is such a logic lover, he should know that we've got some useful info..." WheelJack asked.
"Who told you that he won't? That's Shockwave..." Blurr mumbled.
"Hey femme, tell us, what this cyclops is planning to do?" WheelJack and others turned to her but femme's expression changed; she shyly turned her helm away and hugged herself stronger. It seemed like she didn't wish to give the answer.
"Ah, come on, it's not like we won't know, unless we find the way out off here." the Wrecker rolled his optics.
"I... I don't know... Really..." she admitted with a said voice. Autobots looked at her for several clicks.
"I have to notice that you don't act like a 'Con." RedAlert said.
"I guess it's a good thing." she smirked.
"Why did you become a Decepticon then?"
The femme raised her helm at his voice.
"The war started, everyone was picking up a side, so did we." she quickly said as RedAlert raised his opyicbrow.
"We?"
"My brother. He was a Decepticon as well."
"Was?" Bumblebee aske. And freezed, realizing his mistake... Bot's spark flinched, when he looked at her standing still, her expression changed. The femme then suddenly straightened.
"I-I have to go. She said, quickly walking away and disappearing behind the right door.
"I... I didn't want to, I swear!" the young bot flinched looking at his comrades and then closed his optics, leaning his helm to the rails, word 'stupid' running through his processor.
"Don't blame yourself, Bee. You didn't know." JetFire said looking at the young scout.
"Her brother offlined, didn't he?" Jazz asked, but he didn't need the answer...
WheelJack angrilly punched the rails and walked away from the them. It felt owful! He was a Wrecker! He never ever thought he'd feel sad for a Decepticon! How could she be one of them?! Suddenly Cliffjumper's voice was heard from away.
"Have you scared her off again?"
"Cliffjumper!" they all shouted.
"What!? Whenever I say something, you always have the same reaction! But am I not right?! Next time try to at least ask her name!" he shouted in response.
And he was... right?
They still didn't know her name...
Megacycles passed and there was no sign of their femme, and just Shockwave once passed and disappeared behind the same door as she did.
Suddenly, the door slided open and they heard shouting.
"But Shockwave!"
Autobots looked through the rails to see the femme standing by the table one of her servos on it and other with digits squeezed into fist.
"We will start tomorrow." the scientist cut her words with his cold tone.
"I will not do that!" she protested with her young female voice.
"You are just going to assist me." Shockwave turned to face her.
"They are not Drones, Shockwave! They have sparks!" she screemed stepping closer knowing the direction by hearing his voice.
"That is the point, or why would I need them online." he coldly stated and didn't move looking at her.
"But!"
"Stop being pathetic. You are a Decepticon, so act like one." he ordered and stepped closer making her silent "Your softness is not appreciated."
"How can you be so sparkless?" this time she didn't shout. She loudly whispered her brightless optics narrowed and directed at him.
"I am acting in a logical way. But. If you requir to let the feelings out, then remember how axactly you should be feeling towards them." she slightly inclined her helm, as he continued, "Or did you forget, who caused you to lose your site? And do not forget about your brother. What would he have said, if he saw your right now?" he strictly asked the young femme, who was now hugging herself with her servos.
It was silent again.
Shockwave's words made each of the Autobots wish they gave him a good punch he really deserved. But before any of them could lose their temper, an angry and hurt whisper broke the silent .
"You know nothing about my brother."
Shockwave didn't even blink.
"We will start tomorrow." and with this words the Decepticon scientist left the corridor.
Autobots all looked at the femme with sadness in their optics. They should have been worried about themselves and they were, but seeing her like that felt even worse.
It was clear: Shockwave was going to start his job and she refuised to help him.
She tryed to stop him but her words wouldn't be enough to break through his coldness.
But that was not all. The Decepticon scientist wanted her to freeze her spark as well...
"Hey..." Bumblebee called for her, as she silently stood there, but the femme didn't even move. She then gantly put her servo on the table and turned her back to them.
The silence that had become such a normal thing for this corridor was now worse than ever before... But the one that broke it this time was a sob, a sob comming from her.
The femme closed her mouth with servo trying to hide the sound,that had just escaped her, the cooler starting to make its way down. She was blind, but the liquid was needed to cool her optics. Her optics, which could still worm up from the slight white light that hadn't left them.
RedAlert looked at the young femme. Still a youngling in his optics... Autobot's spark couldn't stand this sceen. He wanted to comfort her, hug and protect her from all sadness that was now breaking her spark apart. 'Con or not, right now she looked weak... RedAlert had lived through a lot of things, and it wasn't difficult for him to see her suffer. This femme lived through her loss, she was trying to... Everything should have caused her spark freeze. She did not want that. She should have learnt to hate but she did not hate them and she couldn't force herself to do so...
She was alone. With no one around. And that was hurting the worst.
Decepticons were never known for their feelings and care towards the others, even if it was about their comrades. It didn't mean that all off them were feeling less, of course. But not counting the Drones the only bot they had seen here was Shockwave. Not the best choice.
The femme closed her optics with both servos and breathed in, cooling her engines and suddenly freeze.
"Arh!" she cried out throughing off a metallic tray that had been on the table, the sound of it hit the floor being echoed in the corridor, making some of the Autobots slightly flinch.
But the sound was ignored by her, as she closed her face again and rushed out of the corridor disapearing behind the same door...
It felt so said writing some of the parts...( but she will be better, I promise.
By the way, I still haven't gotten any ideas about her name! Please write me! I will need to use it in the next chapter!