I'm feeling rather nice today so I'm typing up this part ahead of schedule! I think it's just 'cause I'm sleep deprived. I was so sick last night I actually had fevered instance that I couldn't even say that I wanted a wet rag. I was so freaking helpless it wasn't funny. But at least I'm feeling a little better.

Disclaimers: I don't own crap. Except for Sonya. Sonya is mine!

I sat on my perch and watched as Sam tore through the hall with Starscream chasing him. Like Sam had told me when we were in our 'prison', Megatron really did hate Starscream. And that explained the fact that Megatron had given no orders for anyone to stop the two. Actually, it was the opposite. He had basically implied that anyone that did was in trouble. I had to stifle my laugh when Sam run between Starscream's legs and then latched on to his right leg. We, meaning the Decepticons and me who were watching, enjoyed the sight of Starscream screeching for Sam to get off of him. "You damn filthy little fragger, got off of me this instant!"

The other Decepticons were Frenzy and Rumble, along with Soundwave who wasn't really paying attention to the scene. He was busy working on something that seemed way over my head. I had tried to ask him about it, but he had started to describe mechanical terms that were the equivalent to speaking in French. Frenzy and Rumble, at first, were chasing me through the halls, but I figured out how to make a deal with them. They won't chase/hurt me if I would teach them human things. I've already gotten them to play Texas Hold 'em with me once. I lost of course, because someone cheated. By 'someone' I mean both of the greasy little bastards.

Soundwave turned to look at the two idiots (Starscream and Sam) and seemed to almost show a little emotion; annoyance. "Cease communications. Repairs in progress." That was all we got out of him before he turned his back to us again to resume his work. He is scary shit man, but not much to show for it in the personality department. How anyone, human or otherwise, could be so devoid of feeling was beyond me. I didn't like them, per say. The only person I really liked here was Sam. But some of the Decepticons were tolerable. Starscream, who I heard was called Screechy behind his back, was pretty much the most hated person around. Go figure.

Sam eventually got bored with that and switched to slowly but surely driving the mech insane with odd little remarks while resting in Starscream's palm. "I bet Megatron uses you as his…" This is as far as Sam got when Screechy cracked and threw Sam off his palm. Soundwave, who had just barely been paying attention to the situation, caught the little human. "Repeat: cease communications." With that, he set Sam next to me on the platform.

I watched Screechy glare at us and say something in what I'd heard called cybertronian before walking away. Still in the room, but ignoring us. Apparently he was too chicken shit to disobey Megatron's orders. Glancing at Sam, who was grinning like the idiot I suspected he was, I smiled. "You know, ya probably shouldn't tick him off too much. Megatron just said they had to keep us alive, not healthy." Which was surprisingly close to what was happening.

Being a prisoner, you'd suppose that we'd be brutally tortured or something. No, not at all. Quite honestly, I think Frenzy was overjoyed at going around looking for human food. Once he even brought back a pepperoni pizza after Sam and I had been debating over what we liked. I chose not to ask how he got the pizza though. Of course, at 'night' or whenever Soundwave and Starscream got bored with us, they'd put us back into the metal box, so we didn't get to explore much. But at least they'd let us out. Deep down, I wanted to believe they were intrigued by us as much as we were them. But that was me. I want to believe in magic. Is it any wonder that when I was a kid I actually said I wanted to grow up to be God? No lie.

But beyond my obviously unrealistic job hunt, I was at the least content with my surroundings. Except for the Ravage situation. Ravage, whenever he'd see either me or Sam, would chase us with no deals to be made there. Once he came so close I'd felt the air from when his claws just barely missed my back. Thinking about it made me shiver a little. I'd been lucky that Soundwave, who was taking this keeping me alive thing seriously, had scooped my up out of Ravage's strike range.

Sam stopped grinning and just shook his head. "If I didn't shake him up every once in a while I think he'd feel abused. Besides, we might as well have a little fun with them while we're here, right?" I lightly punched his shoulder before looking over the Decepticons in the room. "Sorry Sammy boy, but I would like to live through this one. How about a rain check?" It was his turn to punch me this time. "I'll hold you to that."

Five days had gone by and we were still here. Sam had made it sound like any moment the Autobots would be there. And we'd waited. And waited. And then waited some more. I was getting tired of staying in the same damn room with the normal group of bots, which included Soundwave, Frenzy, Rumble, Screechy, and sometimes a robot called Barricade would appear, but wouldn't usually stay. He was one of the ones that seemed to live up to the Decepticon description; scary ass with a bad attitude at all times. Though he did seem to like Frenzy. Perhaps he wasn't as bad ass as he tried to appear. As I watched his sharpen his talon-like claws and then looking at me, I felt myself pale. On second thought, I'll just assume he is.

Come the twelve day of our captivity, I was getting ready to crack. The most interesting thing I'd done recently was play helper to Soundwave. I know that, from what Sam said, it was most definitely not in my best interest to be helping these guys, but boredom was not an option. I can't just sit around and do nothing. This, at the moment, is exactly what I was doing. Lying on the same freaking table as before, staring at the ceiling, I contemplated taking my chances and just jumping off the side. I rolled over to the side of the 'table' and looked down. Almost a fifteen or more foot drop. I snorted to myself as I rolled back to my original position. Fat chance getting my butt down there.

The fourteenth day and I finally found my chance to slip away from the others. Soundwave and the others hadn't been paying attention to me; rather they were watching Sam hang onto Starscream's helm for dear life as the seeker tore around the room trying to get him off. I had slowly but surely been gripping the leg of the table and shimmied down to the ground and silently tip-toed out. Now I was crouching down around a corner and checking for guards or something. Sliding my hand over the wall as I turn, I gasped as I looked into big red eyes. Ravage stood five inches away from my face. I shrieked and turned to run he leaped over my head and blocked me off. "Oh shit!" I yelled as he got ready to pounce at me.

To evade, I started to jump before he could, but he made his move before I got much height and ended up with me landing with me on his back. Gripping my hands into his vertebral plates, I held on as he started to buck and run around in circles. When that didn't shake me off, he started to run down the halls at a breakneck speed that made me dizzy. If I throw up on his it's his own damn fault.

I didn't get to finish that thought when Ravage came to a halt, his heels literally screeching across the floor before coming to a dead stop that sent me flying over his head. I hit metal and then the ground. I stayed still as I tried to focus my eyesight, which was a little blurry. My God, what the hell did I hit. And what was wrong with the freaking cat from hell? As shapes took on meaning, I looked around to look at what could've made Ravage react like that. I came face to face with a gigantic foot. Which was attached to a big ass leg. Further up, a gunmetal torso. And put the evil frosting on the Devil's cake, was a Megatron's head.

"I believe punishment is in order here, human." Oh shit. I'm boned.

Yay for getting the fourth chapter up on time!

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