Road.
Miles and miles of a seemingly never ending road.
His tires seemed to burn over the sun baked and cracked tarmac, devouring the miles as he sped along.
He had lost track of the time, hours blurring together. The only indication that any time had passed at all was the restless shifting of the human.
He still had miles and miles to go before he could safely contact the Autobots.
It was tiresome.
Frustrating.
He shouldn't be running away, he should be searching.
Searching for his brother.
But of course, Prime would never forgive him if he placed a human in danger when he could just have easily gotten her to safety first.
The human was his first priority, whether he liked it or not.
Perhaps she wasn't pleased with the arrangement, but it was her fault that she had gotten involved in the first place.
He noticed her head roll to the side, her eyelids drooping. She hadn't complained about being low on energy or the substance that humans liked to refer to as food.
How much did organics need to eat in a day, anyways?
He executed a search through the network the humans liked to refer to as "the internet", and he frowned at the results.
The fleshie wasn't even meeting half of the requirements.
Starving herself, it seemed.
In protest? Or simply because she did not feel the peculiar human sensation known as hunger?
It wouldn't do if he turned up at base with a malnutritioned squish in tow. Ratchet would have his hide for neglecting a charge.
"Hey squish."
No response.
He tried again, this time a little louder, jarring her seat.
The human jerked, hands flying out to land on his dash to brace herself. "What?!"
"You're low on fuel."
"So?"
Sideswipe frowned, although she couldn't see it. "You need to eat."
"I'm not hungry," she leaned back in the chair, crossing her arms.
"My scans indicate otherwise."
She shrugged, "why do you care?"
"Paperwork," not entirely true, but it seemed to be a term that the squish would understand.
And hopefully motivate her...
She sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Hair, what a strange thing. What purpose did it serve for humans other than obstruct their sight and collect oily substances?
"Fine," she said reluctantly, digging out a sandwich from her bag in the backseat.
His engine revved in warning and she rolled her eyes. "I won't get any crumbs in your interior, you big baby."
"Good." Crumbs were uncomfortable and they always found their way into nooks and crannies that they shouldn't be in.
He muffled a sigh of his own.
I'm coming, Sunny, just hang on.
Drops of blue energon splashed upon the cement flooring, slowly pooling together.
A screech of metal and a cry of agony pierced the still air, followed by a maniacal cackle.
"Autobots," sneered the figure. "So puny. So weak."
Sunstreaker craned his head to look at the Decepticon leering over him. "Go. To. The. Pit."
"You will tell me what I want to know." The 'Con paused, shrugging, idly toying with the blade in his hand. "...Sunstreaker, is it?"
"Congratulations, you finally learned my name."
He smirked, "indeed." He flipped his blade so that it pressed menacingly against Sunstreaker's neck wiring. "There are so many ways to extract information."
Sunstreaker resisted the urge to roll his optics. "Your point?"
Keep him talking.
Keep him busy.
Less pain.
More time for recovery.
"Cortical Psychic patches are preferred, but since we don't have access to that technology," he traced the blade down to rest over his spark chamber. "Good old fashioned torture will have to do."
"I'll never tell you anything."
"Please, keep telling yourself that, Autobot." A terrifying grin decorated the Decepticon's faceplates as he leaned in closer, lowering his voice."It will make this interrogation that much more enjoyable."
He turned away in a flurry of motion, striding across the room to obtain something Sunstreaker couldn't identify. He whipped back around with an excited expression akin to a human child on Christmas morning, long cords dangling in his hands. "How do you feel about electrical charges?" He practically skipped back to the table, humming as he began to attach cords together.
"Most Decepticons numb the sensors, you know." He murmured, placing clamps down on Sunstreaker's armor to transfer the current. "Keep you aware enough that you can feel the pain, but you're powerless to move or speak." He paused to stare into the golden twin's optics, which appeared defiant, but was unable to hide the fear seeping in. "It keeps the Autobots from passing out or dying from pain sensory overload. Now I?"
He chuckled, turning to a control panel, flipping switches, adjusting knobs. "I like to see how much they can handle. Shall we?" He pulled the lever, and energy surged through the cords.
He couldn't help it.
Screams tore through his vocal cords as his frame convulsed.
Crazed laughter rang throughout the room, taunting him.
Mocking him.
He pushed at the bond vainly. Sideswipe.
More insistently, more forcefully in a panic.
Help me.
He never begged. Surely his brother would hear his plea and understand he was in desperate need of help. Of him.
Help me, please.
"Don't bother," the Decepticon shrugged, picking up an energon cube from a nearby equipment stand, swirling the contents. "I know what you're trying to do. It won't work."
He couldn't respond, only grind his denta together to quell more cries of pain.
He sat down on the now empty equipment stand. "I found out a long time ago: 'The best way to block spark-split bonds'." He raised an arm, palm facing Sunstreaker, waving the arm in front of himself as if he were a newsman from a cheesy sitcom, talking about a potential newspaper headline they had just come up with on the spot. "I never had my work published, but it's very useful, don't you think?"
Sideswipe!
Their bond had worked before, why not now? What had made then different?
"Your brother won't be able to help you," he reminded him, casually raised the glass to his own optics to inspect the energon.
No, no, Sides, please.
"Your Autobot friends won't be able to help you," he lowered the glass to regard the yellow frontliner.
Sunstreaker's optics flickered to the Decepticon, who wore a deranged expression.
"They will never find you." He leaned backwards, satisfied. "You will die here. Alone. Disregarded by everyone you hold dear."
No.
"Your brother is miles away, and he has no idea where you are." He heard the cruel smirk in his voice. "I doubt he even cares. How does that make you feel, little Autobot?"
His optics narrowed, and a snarl escaped his throat.
"Hm, yes. I'm sure your brother is making his escape as we speak. He's more interested in saving his own hide than yours." He raised the glass to his mouth plates.
"F-fr-fra-g-g o-o-ff."
The 'Con chuckled. "Ah yes, defiance. I'm so glad you still have it. I hope that you will continue to harbor that fickel quality." He took a swig of the energon. "I'd offer this to you, but you look otherwise preoccupied."
He didn't respond, only continuing to glare at the 'Con. The electricity surge cycled down, and the 'Con frowned as he investigated. "Don't be discouraged," he bared his denta frighteningly. "The electricity will be back in a moment, it is simply recharging."
Sunstreaker turned his head to stare at the ceiling, trying to distract himself by looking for a way out.
No such luck.
He's coming.
I know he is.
But Sideswipe was miles and miles away.
He could only pray that he could find him before it was too late.
Would Sideswipe even be able to feel his death if the spark-split bond was being blocked?
He hoped so.
He didn't want Sideswipe to get captured and share the same fate of he if he perished.
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Eeee, poor Sunny.
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