The Autobot base, 3rd POV
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Arcee lay on her berth, staring at the ceiling in her quarters as she clentched and unclentched her hands in frustration.
Jack had been missing for about a week now, and no one could find anything to indicate what had happend. And her temper had been sharper and her spark ached, wanting Jack to return safely back to her.
She could only pray to Primus and the all spark that her wish would come true.
The Nemisis, 3rd POV
Jack leaned over a datapad, or, more of a datalog.
Two days before, Megatron had given him a blank datapad that could hold numerous logs in it, like a journal, Jack had understood it as. Megatron wanted him to try and write Cybertronian, since he'd quickly mastered basic Cybertronian.
Just as Jack finished the new log he wrote, Megatron entered the room, smirking in amusement at Jack.
Jack glanced up, and Megatron held out a hand. Jack rolled his eyes before handing the datalog to him. The 'con leader inspected it, slightly surprised by how quickly Jack was progressing.
"Good, did you figure out how to download data from other datapads?"
Jack nodded, grinning slightly.
"Yeah, I am nearly starting a mini library in that thing."
"I can see that." Megatron murmured humorously, handing the datalog back to the raven haired teen.
"Now let me guess where you went, to speak with Knockout again?" Jack said sarcasticly, and Megatron chuckled.
"Is it really that easy to guess? Yes, I was checking in on the recent project I gave him."
"And let me guess, you can't tell me?"
Megatron lay on the berth on his side with another chuckle, gently using a finger to rub Jack's back. The teen stiffend just barely, making Megatron frown for a second.
"You will know soon enough, Jack."
Said boy decided he didn't like the sound of that.
Jack's POV
The feel of Megatrons finger on my back made me slightly on edge, but I tried to ignore the uneasiness while I set the datalog aside.
I then stood, going to climb off the berth, but Megatron picked me up.
"And where do you think you're going?"
I scowled.
"I was going to go explore. It's the only thing besides reading and writing that I can do on this damn ship."
I yelped as he suddenly moved to lay on his back and dropped me onto his chest plate before placing a hand over me. Effectively traping me.
"H-Hey! What are you d-doing? Move!"
"Be quiet."
"Come on! Let me up!"
"If I remember correctly, I am the decepticon leader, while you are the small human that can be crushed like an insect."
I glared up at him, and he smriked down at me.
Great, now I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place, or rather a 'con and a chest plate.
The next day
I pulled on my shirt, having just finished washing myself off. My hair was still damp, but wasn't driping, which I was thankfull for since last time I'd slipped on the wet metal.
I grabbed my messenger bag, leaving through the door as it hissed open.
Then I was picked up.
I screamed slightly in surprise and slight fear, I looked up to see Starscream. I scowled at him.
"What do you want Screamer?"
He returned my scowl with one of his own as he started down the hall.
"Lord Megatron sent me to bring you to the medbay."
My brow furrowed.
"Why?"
He was silent. I sighed in aggrivation. Screamer wasn't like Megatron, where he'd allow me to sit in his palm rather than be carried in a fist, or like Soundwave who'd had to carry me a couple times, who'd cup both his hands and allow me to sit and read.
Screamer hated me, and I knew it.
When we entered the medbay, my attention was caught by a strange machine.
That must have been what Megatron was always checking up on. I looked at Megatron, who stood with Knockout and Breakdown. He glanced up and came forward, taking me from Starscream, scowling at the seeker angrily.
"Megatron?" I asked, looking up at him.
He smiled softly.
"I have a special gift for you, though it may hurt."
My eyes widend, and for the first time in about a week, I strugled against his hold. The collar shocked me slightly, making me choke on my own words.
Megatron placed me into the machine, closing the top of glass dome.
"W-what are you doing? Stop this right now! Let me out!" I screamed angrily, pounding on the glass as the machine started up.
"Jack."
I glared at Megatron as he bent down in front of the dome.
"It will go quickly, just be calm."
"Be calm? Are you insane?" I asked, frustrated.
He gave a small, comforting smile before backing up.
Then it hit me.
I screamed in pain as my blood felt like it was replaced with fire. I crumpled onto me knee's, grabing my head as the pain intesified.
I lifted my head strait up.
"ARCEE!"
3rd POV
Megatron growled as the boy screamed out the name of his guardian.
He wanted the boy to forget about the 'bots, to find comfort and happiness among the Decepticons. But Jack was to stubborn to forget.
Megatron winced as Jack let out a paticularly loud, pained cry.
"Knockout, how long will this take?" Megatron suddenly demanded, making the red 'con and Breakdown jump, startled.
"Uh, in a few more moments, in human terms, 'ten minutes'."
Megatron nodded as he watched Jack intensely.
And for the first ime in a long, long time...
He felt guilty.
Megatron watched with interest as snow white and midnight black metal twisted around the teens body slowly, wiring and circutry weaving itself under the new forming armor. (I am going to use vanitas' armor again, because I like it, but the Black of the armor is white, and the red is black). As the armor slowly began going up his neck, Jack clawed at it in a feeble attempt to stop it, but the attempt utterly failed. The last piece formed was Jack's helm, the tinted glass sliding back to show Jack's face.
Knockout turned the machine off, and Megatron moved forward, gently lifting Jack out. He laid his hand out, letting Jack lay on his palm.
Jack was panting heavily, shaking slightly. Megatron gently used a finger to stroke the side of Jack's face, noticing that the teens hair was longer, and slightly spiked out, and that his eyes were a slightly more vivid blue.
"Wh-what...what did you do?" He asked, sitting up slowly and looking at his now armor clad body fearfully.
"I believe this would be the time to congradulate you. Jack, you are now a techno-organic."
"A...A what?"
"A techno-organic. You are half human, and helf Cybertronian now. Don't worry so much, boy. You can dismiss the armor."
"And how exactly?" Jack snapped, glaring.
Megatron chuckled.
"Simply think of yourself the way you were before."
Jack sighed, then closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath and doing as Megatron had said, he felt the armor slip away.
Opening his eyes again, he looked down at himself to see he was clad in the same clothing from before the transformation.
He then noticed his hair was now to just barely above his shoulders, and he felt strong and faster.
Sighing, Jack looked around, taking a strip of linen bandage (Which no doubt had been kept close in case he was injured), and used it to tie back his hair. His spiked bangs left free to frame his face.
He then glared up at Megatron.
"You have no idea how much I hate you." He hissed before storming out of the room.
Kay guys, I need your opinions! I'm thinking of giving Megs a holoform, but I have no idea what he should look like, what do you guys want him to look like? I hope you enjoyed this chapter! (And I personaly think Jack would look awesome with slightly longer hair, don't you?)