''We can't just leave her in his hands, Optimus'' Said autobot gave a labored sigh. He looked at his medical officer, who was one of the many autobots that were concerned about their current predicament. Luna was still missing, and they had no idea where she could be. The humans were trying to locate her, but the chip she had implemented did not give off a signal, or at least they couldn't find it.

Everyone in the base had experienced a loss when they found out Luna did not come back with them. When the autobots would explain their relationship a select few would say she was a sister in battle, a friend. But most of them would say she was their daughter, part of the family. No matter how you look at him she was precious to all of them, and so they all suffered a heavy blow to their sparks when she left, just like every brother that went missing or killed.

''What do you suggest, Ratchet?'' He asked. For the first time the great leader of the autobots was at a dead end. She was missing, her existence completely wiped off the face of the planet. She had vanished into thin air, the only thing remaining was the memories. Ratchet stood straight, looking at his leader, surprised by his willingness for advice, almost begging for it. ''Well there must be something we can do'' he said uncertainly.

Optimus looked up at his fellow companions, all standing in their own place in the hanger except for one. Of course he didn't need to think who would be missing. Bumblebee had been very isolated, occasionally disappearing from the base to go out for a ride like he would always do with Luna. Nobody ever knew where he went, and nobody ever asked. They knew he needed his time alone. Everyone knew that he and Luna shared a stronger bond than the rest. Theirs went much deeper. Much more complex.

It is why it hurt him so much to know she was gone.

''The only thing we can do right now is have faith in Luna. She is a strong femme. She would not have made it this far if she weren't'' Optimus said, trying to talk some more courage in the medic, who had obviously started to doubt her return. With a sigh the lime green autobot agreed with his leader, his friend. He turned back to a group of humans, who had all kinds of devices used for tracking signals. He'd do whatever he can do get her back. To get things back to normal. It was what they all wanted.

-

''The drippedy drop of energon. Oh how I love that sound'' the red and golden mech said as he did a little dance as if to mock his prisoner. ''It reminds me of the many ways I could torture you'' he said with a sadistic smirk. He turned back around to look at his work, a cybertronian tied up by two chains connected to the ceiling by a electrical field. The figure was a femme.

Her paint used to be a shining blue and orange, now just a faint shade of grey. The color had long since faded from her armor plates, scratches and gashes decorating the metal plates. Out of many of the gashes and holes leaked green blueish liquid. It slowly dripped to the ground, adding to the ever growing puddle beneath her form. Her face was devoid of emotion, almost seeming as if she were dead but the slow rising of her chest said otherwise.

The mech stepped forward and took the femme's chin in between his thumb and index finger, lifting her up. Her eyes were still closed, not wanting to give him the pleasure of seeing how broken she was. ''such beauty'' he whispered, looking at her as if admiring her features. ''And yet you damned yourself when you played around with those autobot friends of yours'' he barked at her, roughly shoving her face back.

He turned back around to look at the table full of cybertronian devices. ''Now... What toy should I use next?'' he mumbled to himself. He tapped his chin before reaching up to pull down something that looked like a cybertronian sized clipper. It had two broad fang looking things, used to grip something. snapping the two fangs together he made his way over to her.

''Now, tell me where your little autobot friends hide and we won't have to take such drastic measures. blah blah blah. You know the drill. We've been through this many times...'' he said as he moved over to her. Holding the thing in front of her face. ''Now are you going to tell me?'' He waited a few seconds, but there was no response. ''thought so'' He moved the clip up to her optic forcing it open with her own two digits. He placed the device in front of it so it clamped around it threateningly. ''Last chance''

She looked at him with fear and despair. And yet deep down he could see a spark of determination. The spark that had sealed her mouth shut ever since he brought her here. The man narrowed his eyes at her expression. One he enjoyed and hated at the same time. It annoyed him to no end. And so he gave a sharp tug. A scream of agony and pain filled the air. The scream continued for a good 3 minutes, before it died down into pathetic cry and sniffling. energon mixed with blue, much clearer liquid as the femme finally looked down at her own reflection in the pool of energon.

She looked broken. Pathetic. Not worthy for living. She was a disgrace to the autobots. Having been captured, and having to endure this torture. It was her own fault. She had to carry her own weight and yet she couldn't. And now she had to pay the price. She could only hope that they all stayed safe. That HE stayed safe...

-

A yellow Camaro was driving on the highway. The driver was driving with a destination in mind, though nobody knew where it would be going. He drove fast, greatly passing the speed limit. It passed the other cars with amazing speed as it drove. Bumblebee was desperate. He didn't know what to do, but he would be damned if he stayed at base and do nothing. It was his fault that she had been captured. He wasn't there to save her from the net that seemed impossible to escape from.

''I won't lose her another time, damn it'' he said to himself. Then all of a sudden his comm. link crackled. ''Bumblebee, return to base at once'' The voice of Ironhide boomed through. ''why should I?'' Bumblebee spat back at the brute, not caring if he was his superior. There was a moment of silence on the other side before he spoke again. This time Ironhide's voice was soft and laced with sadness. ''We found her signal''

They found her? But how? No matter, all that mattered was that she was found, but why did he sound so sad. Bee could feel his spark light up in anticipation. As soon as he would find out where she was he would go after her. And so he slammed on the brakes, turned around and went speeding back for the base.

Once there he drove into the hanger, transforming into his bipedal mode as soon as he came near the rest. He walked over to Optimus who was looking at the small screens of the humans, where all kinds of data was being projected on. Bumblebee stood behind him, awaiting his explanation. ''We found her signal'' he repeated what Ironhide had said. ''It is coming from the North Pole'' he mumbled. Bumblebee's eyes widened. Why? Why did it have to be the North Pole?! Why not somewhere else?! Somewhere they could get to quickly.

''These are her vitals'' Ratchet came forth, projecting a screen in front of all of them. ''From the small moment we received her signal I was able to check her condition. Needless to say this was quite shocking'' The screen projected 6 bars. All were red with only a sliver seen. Under the bar read numbers varying from 3 to 7 percent. A chill Bumblebee had never experienced before ran up his spine.

''She's dying''

''get the planes ready, I'm going there'' Optimus said resolutely. Everyone looked at him, obviously surprised. ''But Optimus, even we autobots can't survive in such harsh weather for long. You will freeze to death'' Ratchet exclaimed. ''it is outrageous'' but Optimus was already up, closely followed by Bumblebee. He was about to step out of the hanger when his arm was grabbed. ''Optimus. I can not stay and watch your servos freeze...'' the lime green robot said with a bit of sadness in his voice. ''Then come with us'' The old robot seemed to hesitate, contemplating his idea. Surely a medic on the field was always a good idea, but there was only so much he could do against the freezing cold.

Optimus did not need to hear his answer to know his final decision. ''Jolt, you stay at base and keep us updated on anything you might pick up. We will need that signal if it will come back'' he ordered, the blue autobot giving a salute. ''As for us...'' he looked at his 3 companions, all seeming eager to go and save their friend, though Ratchet remained skeptical. ''Let's roll out''