Dream sequence features gore. Hence the rating. Just to let you know.

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William Lennox, Robert Epps, Sam Witwicky, Carly Spencer, and Seymour Simmons listened to Robert's story. They had captured the couple within their base's security net. No Cybertronian knew where their base existed. It was deep underground.

"So they captured your daughter?" Lennox asked, his brown eyes taking in the tired couple.

"Yes sir. She was on her way to school and one of her friends said the twin terrors took her."

"We'll do everything we can to get your daughter. You can stay here. It's best if you civvies stay here," Carly said, her Australian accent prominent.

"Thanks."

"Go ahead and get comfortable." Lennox added. "We'll get Joyce back."

Tamela and Robert left the meeting room.

Lennox and Epps looked at each other. "Contact Soundwave. Ask him if he knows anything and also get in touch with Megatron. It seems like we have a 'sunny' disposition here." Lennox told Epps.

"Knowing Megatron, he won't take it lightly." Carly said.

"I know, but Megatron's got spies in the Metropolis. Soundwave's one of them. His cassettes can get through the small spaces to find out more." Simmons put in. Carly nodded. "Sam? What do you think?"

"You can trust Bumblebee." Samuel said. "I mean he's been here."

"If Optimus Prime found out-" Carly said.

"He won't." Sam said. "This base is so secured."

True, there were many other humans here. This was the only populated place where most humans, if were able to get in, sought refuge from Optimus Primes' tyranny.

The rest of the humans in the room were silent. "I hope that we can rescue Joyce. I really like that girl. She was always so happy." Lennox said.

"Isn't there another true Autobot?"

"Ironhide."

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The cage swung in the gentle breeze of Sideswipe's and Sunstreaker's apartment. Sunstreaker felt hanging the cage near an open window would be a great idea. In other words, he thought it'd be a good contrast than looking around a gray dingy cell. The sun did little to brighten my mood. All it did was make me feel worse. I turned away from the window and curled up in a ball. I figured if I couldn't do anything, I'd sleep. So I fell into an eventful sleep filled that horrible dream of my parents leaving me behind with Optimus Prime and him finding I was involved with the rebels. Then the dream shifted from that one to the turbo-rat.

I found myself in the tunnel, running away from a colony of turbo-rats. They were ugly and their beady eyes looked hungrily at me. I went right into a smelly corridor where a smell wafted all over the place. I almost slipped when I reached the hall and found it very slippery. When I looked down, I saw a bunch of reddish liquid and when I tried to run, the reddish liquid began to turn to the consistency of pudding, and then a thick glue. I found I couldn't move and I looked behind me, seeing the pack of turbo-rats. Their teeth sharp and what was that dripping down their sharp teeth? It was deep red and my eyes widened at what I saw. Blood. Human blood! I looked down to see myself in human blood. A lot of human blood and the stench got to me. I gagged, throwing up. Then the turbo-rat jumped and that's when I woke up screaming and then looking frantically around my cage. I felt my stomach lurching with nerves and nausea. I heard metal footsteps running towards the room I was before the door hissed open. Sunstreaker appeared in the doorway looking concerned. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"I feel sick. I need-" Sunstreaker walked over to the cage and immediately took me to Ratchet. "Ratchet. She's sick! She said so."

Ratchet turned to look at me with critical optics. "What is this?" Ratchet asked indicating to the cage.

"Prime ordered her to be put in a cage for her safety."

Ratchet growled. "Get her out." I looked at Ratchet with a new light. Sunstreaker opened the cage and gestured for me to get out of the cage. I stood up and left the cage. I felt an uncomfortable tingle. "She is healthy."

"Then why did she say she feels sick?" Sunstreaker asked, looking at me with a glare.

"You didn't let me finish!" I said. "Sir." I added.

"Then what were you going to say." Sunstreaker said.

I looked at them sadly. "I had a nightmare." I said in a low tone.

"A what?"

"A nightmare! A bad dream!" I said.

"And when did you have nightmares?"

Should I really tell them I've been having nightmares since I came here? Well, maybe I should. "Ever since coming here." I said. "In that horrible cell and in that horrible cage."

Both Cybertronians were silent as they processed what I had said. Ratchet's optics softened and so did Sunstreaker's. "I think we need to discuss this with Optimus Prime and quickly."

"So will you let me go home now?" I asked hopeful that they would, but something told me I wouldn't be going back home.

"We shall see what Optimus says." Ratchet said.

It seemed that's what they were always saying to me and I was getting tired of it. I was getting tired of being told, 'We shall see.', or 'It's up to Optimus Prime', or 'When he reaches a decision'. I felt like I was really being punished for no good reason. Both were conferring it seemed because their optics were dim. When their optics shone brightly, they were done with conferring.

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"We have conferred with Optimus and Prowl." Ratchet said in the gentlest tone he could muster. His patience now zero. "Prowl is on his way to speak to you about the incident."

"Oh." I said. I didn't want to talk to Prowl and he had an immediate dislike to me. I sat quietly, trying to figure out how to make these Cybertronians believe me when I tell them, 'I don't know what happened before or after the incident.' I didn't hear anyone walk in, but now Prowl stood in front of me. He must have been standing there for a long time before I came out of my musings. "I have been informed that you have been having nightmares. Are they about the incident or are they recent?"

I looked at Prowl as I thought of a good reason. "I still don't remember the incident." I said. "I wish I did. All I can remember is throwing up, seeing two sets of blue eyes, and then I fainted."

Prowl stared at me for a moment. "I believe you are not telling me everything."

I frowned. "I am."

"Let me be honest with you," Prowl began. "The only reason you are here is because of not only safety, but your refusal to answer our questions."

"'Let me be honest with you,' I don't remember anything about the incident with that man. He came onto our bus and threatened the driver-" I trailed off.

"And?"

"And told him to drive to this location. Then he told us to keep quiet."

"Were you able to see if there were anymore rebels around or did he act alone?"

"I don't know." I said. "I can go home now, right? I told you what I remember."

"We shall see."

"Excuse me? 'We shall see'? When!? You stuck into that cage and treat me like an animal! I have feelings!"

I thought I saw a look of sympathy from Prowl. "When I give the information you gave me to Optimus, I will see you sent home."

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes." Prowl said, turning around and leaving the Med-Bay.

When Prowl left, Ratchet looked at Sunstreaker then to me. "Are you feeling sick?"

"Not anymore."

"Very well. Sunstreaker, where is that box with the polishing cloths?"

"I put it in my subspace."

"Well, use that a bed box. Humans don't need cages. They are communicative. You should know that."

"I do, but it was Prime who ordered the cage."

Everyone watched as Prowl left. Then the air around them calmed down. "Geez! What crawled up his tailpipe?" I asked.

The two Cybertronians turned to look at me before all of us burst into fits of laughter. "That's what I was wondering." Sunstreaker mused between laughing. "But be careful. Don't let him hear that and be careful around Optimus Prime." Sunstreaker warned. "I don't want to see you hurt, all right?"

I nodded. "I'll be careful." I promised.

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Sunstreaker's looking out for her, isn't he? Thank you for reading and don't forget to review.