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Weekends always suck if you work retail but having it the weekend before A holiday and being a grocery store sucks even more. I swear I had three customers ask me the same question where the mushrooms are. One after another. I also just had a chance to sit and have dinner and publish le chapter~. Anywho! If more people show interest in the audible thing I'll think about it more. But this here. *gestures to this fic* ish my baby. So I'm focusing on this for a while. So hey. *finger guns* enjoy lovelies!

edit: Forgot to wish everyone a happy thanksgiving! Eat lots of turkey!

Moodsetter: "Figures" -Lisa Gerrard

Chapter 3 The Romeo And Juliet Part 3

Millions of years ago

Cybertron

Odyssis sucked in a desperate sudden vent as the alarm woke her from a very uncomfortable recharge. The side of her face was mashed into the berth and in a puddle of oral fluid. She lifted her helm and found it swimming just from that small motion. She lay back down and groaned. Her voice was filled with static and strained. What on…? Her mind tried to race through all the memories of last night. And then it truly came to her.

She offlined her optics and groaned again. She was almost date raped. She was almost…

It wasn't even relatively cold but Odyssis shivered. If it weren't for...Primus damn it she still didn't know his name!

Her communication link was suddenly beckoning her attention and she moaned in pain gripping her helm. She answered it drowsily. :Yeah?: She croaked.

Odyssis? Primus on high, we've been trying to call you!: Pyro. :You didn't show up to work, and your coms have been dead. What the hell happened? Are you alright?: She continued on and on, and as she did her helm pounded more and more.

:Pyro...Pyro, shh….: She hissed sitting up, bobbing her hand in a shushing manner. Her helm swam even more violently and her tanks churned. Upon that sensation she held her stomach plating. Oh Primus…:

Odyssis? Seriously what happened? Are you alright? Stats is throwing a fit.:

Funny how her boss was the least of her worries. Right now, she felt sick. This was the worst overcharge aftermath ever. But it wasn't. She held her helm. :Just...I went to the bar...I got drugged by a mech and he was there…: She tried to talk slowly. Make sense of it all.

Wait? Him? He? Who? That mech from the other night? Are you kidding me! He did this to you! I am going to rip his fraggin' spike off and shove it into his-!:

Pyro!: Her own loud voice made stars appear in her vision. :He was the one that saved me and brought me back home.:

She held her helm when there was a beat of silence. It was relieving and worrying.

:...The hell, femme?:

:I know...I will be in work soon. Just let Stats know, okay?: She slowly stood up and wavered on her peds.

:...Okay but, femme you need to see a Doctor-a medic. Something. Who knows what happened to your frame. Primus femme, I'm leaving work and taking you-:

She held onto the wall desperately. :Pyro, I'm fine. It feels like an overcharge that's all. Just tell Stats I'll be in. I got caught in traffic or something. I promise to go after work.:

She made her way into her kitchenette. An empty cube was cleaned out and drying on the counter. The mech…cleaned her cube? She tipped it over and huffed. How considerate.

You stayed all last night too femme. This promotion is not worth your health.:

Pyro, if trying to get out of this dump and get a little ahead of the game is worth a few nights extra at work then so be it. Pyro you know me…: She poured herself a particularly concentrated brew of energon. Ones she saved for the morning after heavy high grade drinking. She took a sip and sighed in relief. The extra boost gave way to clarity and control over her equilibrium.

An aggravated sigh. :I know, 'sis...get here safe okay?:

I will Pyro. See you soon.:

The com reluctantly disconnected. She found solace in the silence that followed.

Stats was rushing her as soon as she walked into the office. She prepared herself for the worst. He looked upset and worried at the same time. He was a small mech and not that intimidating. She was actually taller than him. He was scrawny and had those optic bifocals on his nasal sensor. It made him look so comical when he was angry.

No... She knew true anger... She remembered his voice deep and threatening when he found her. Through the haze she remembered his growled voice. The way his power rolled off of him in waves. When she rested her frame against his...it was-

"Odyssis." He started out in a barely hidden aggravated sigh. She jumped focusing on him and not her thoughts. Behind him she saw the rest of the office typing away at their computers and data pads and whatnot. She saw Pyro and Stardust looking over their cubicles. Stardust took her bifocals off. Her optic ridges were creased in worry while Pyro was boring daggers into Stats' back as if daring him to make the wrong move.

"This is the last time I cover your aft, Odyssis. You're a good femme and last nights work was….more than exceptional despite how messy it was. Watch you back. If you want what you want you can not and will not pull off these stunts again. Am I clear?"

Odyssis hid back the bored expression from her face for seriousness to which Pyro saw and made an obscene gesture to Stats' back. Odyssis paid no mind.

"Crystal, sir. Thank you." She bowed her helm a bit and she didn't move as he walked past her demanding his specialty energon from the office "step and fetch". She sighed and made her way over to her cubicle and her friends.

"Aftport." Pyro hissed.

"He's just covering his aft. Remember, he has a boss too." She set her things on her desk to tired to really argue or protest more.

"He could have asked you if you were alright."

"Yeah he didn't have to be so rude." Stardust added with a pout.

"It's over and done with." She sat heavily in her seat and cradled her forehelm in stress. Pyro came around and held her shoulders spinning her around to face her. She cupped her chin and looked this way and that at her face and then over her frame. Odyssis remained silent under her careful optic.

"What substance was it?"

"I don't know..."

She pursed her lips to the point of them not being there at all. "Odyssis you really shouldn't be here."

"I'm close to making a breakthrough. Please, Pyro. I'm fine. I think...I think he took care of me pretty well."

"He." She hissed still bitter about the fact.

Odyssis was bitterly reminded that Indeed she still didn't know his name. Primus damn it again… "It's blurry, Pyro. I was at the bar, then I went to the washroom,2 and then it became really blurry and then he was there...and he brought me to my unit. He held me…"

Her voice was distant. He held her. She remembered the warmth his frame held, the strength and power it housed. She remembered his rumbling voice against her back as she was carried to her home and how he wiped her mouth so gently. How he sought to make sure she was so comfortable as he saved her from those substances doing permanent damage to her.

Odyssis remembered how her spark felt a peace despite the terrible circumstances. The femme heard his voice when she slipped into recharge. It sounded so sad. Regretful. He had said his name. She just didn't remember it.

"Odyssis!"

She jumped upon Pyro's hissed whisper. "Yes, the no name one..." She finally confirmed for her the second time.

Pyro looked up to Stardust and she nodded. "I'm taking you to a medic."

Odyssis shook her helm. "I was just remembering is all." She smiled a bit. It was weak and halfhearted. "He made sure I was alright. Gave me energon and washed out the cube and all..."

"What a gentlemech." She grumbled. She realized that Pyro was sighing. She held her helm and shook it. "After all of that you are still whipped for the no name mech." She went back to her own cubicle.

She was.

"Get your work done asap so we can go to the clinic." She murmured.

A "Glad you're okay." was added by Stardust who sank behind her own metal mesh divider. Odyssis turned to her blank screen and turned on the monitor.

"You're late."

Zion walked into the open room that sat high above the rest of them. Silken curtains flowed in the gentle breeze. Mechs and femmes went this way and that at a leisurely pace. It was calm yet everyone seemed coiled tight, as if something could happen at any moment or so.

The mech made and broke a glance away from a slave he had once denied their pleasures to. He, in turn, regarded him with a snake like smile. It was a smile to say: "See? Look where I am now? No longer down there among you who are called slaves like I was."

He easily slid his optics away from him. He would be dead when he was bored of the same tricks. No doubt. He always disposed of boring, broken, things.

Everyone was so willing to please him. Perhaps for some sort of reward. The only one here was death.

"I had something to tend to." He replied evenly. But Zion was not a broken thing. Perhaps that is the only reason he was kept. He wasn't boring or predictable. He was a fun little game. His frame was at ease as he approached the mech before him.

The mech before him was lanky and lithe. Tall and in no way strong. But appearances deceived. Oh, how they could. Sharp oil-like green platting was donned carefully upon his frame. It represented his status. It was streamline and elegant. Crests caressed either side of his helm. He was powerful. Status wise. "Ballots and credits are no longer coming in like they used to. Your name is no longer the name they call out."

"Forgive me for not tending to your needs." He replied bitterly. Zion watched as he swirled a small cube of fine energon, indigo optics watching below. He turned away, sliding his hungry gaze to him. His jaw set a little more. Someone screamed out in agony. Trials were happening below. And someone just failed.

The mech fully turned towards him optics narrowing. His robes obeyed his smooth motions.

Zion remained the same.

After a moment of calculating him, his jaw relaxed and he smile a small crooked yet lovely smile. The kind that was brave and cocky. "What has your mind elsewhere, my darling mech? Your performance is not up to par. Your spark is no longer in the kill. Has something been troubling you? You know I can rid of any grief and strife from your life..."

He ignored his disgusting teasing. He had already made his life hell and he knew it. He knew that any hope of ever leaving this place was impossible. The mech knew his hold on him would never be released. And he took joy in that control over him. It made him sick. His life sentence was sick. But his self control was what saved him from so much. Or was it what he did because of his sentence he admittedly enjoyed? No. No. Never. He refused. He refused to give into those addictions of the kill. The glory and gore. He was stronger than that.

A femme walked by him offering him a drink and rubbing herself against him in a lewd manner. Both the mech and Zion waved her away. Zion more politely. The crimson mech flicked his fingers in agitation. "Perhaps I am entertaining differently." He released a vent. Not frustrated. Just held for reasons only his subconscious knew.

"It is not succeeding."

He came closer and all motion in Zion had stopped. "Forgive me, Licinius." All optics seemed to be focusing on him now. Something he had grown used to down there but up here it felt suffocating. Those held vents were held for a reason, indeed...

The one name Licinius, smiled that crooked smile. His voice became light and dangerous. It was disgusting. It was metal on metal whispering death. "Oh, Zion...how I love you so..."

A hand, clawed and highly maintained, reached out and gripped his shoulder. It caressed his muscle relays and slid down to the side of his chest and then stomach. Fingers trailed over cracks and crevasses smoothly like liquid. It was a practiced touch. He knew his frame all too well. It lowered...

Zion shivered remaining frozen in place. His vents caught and his optics creased in strain as his hand worked wires and muscle relays between his legs. "But that is not how I wish to be addressed. You know better, darling."

Zion's expression was caught. With strained will, he clenched his jaw and all signs of his turmoil were blocked and boxed away. His expression turned blank as he stared forward only making the slightest expression as his hand moved across his platting.

"Forgive me." Zion's voice was strained. He corrected that. "Pit master." He felt all those optics...

"Good mech." Licinius purred. A click sounded and Zion gasped. "Now, I have something planned for you tonight. Very special, yes. Perhaps you can ease my worry? For your Pit Master?"

Once hidden in another room a young femme skipped her way over. She gasped and jumped behind a pillar to hide. Purple optics peered. She smiled in childish glee when Zion finally made a strained sound slip from his mouth.

Odyssis walked through to her unit and sighed leaning against the door to close it. In her arm she held a case of medical grade energon.

As vowed, Pyro and her had driven to the nearest clinic. Because of no name's mech's actions it saved her systems from being corrupted and turned into a pile of rotting metal. The medic was either surprised or impressed how he acted so quickly. From this, Pyro looked to Odyssis with a sardonic glare. She rolled her optics, she was too tired anyhow.

She was sent away with doctors orders. Some recharge and to drink medical grade for a few cycles or so until she felt better. To this, at least, Pyro was thankful and happy about.

"You better recharge tonight. No coming back to the office. I swear…"

"I know Pyro." Odyssis sighed in exasperation. She wouldn't. Recharge sounded too good.

She dropped her belongings on the counter in her kitchenette and made her way to the washroom where the blankets of the night before remained. She stood there cocking her helm to the side. Gently she picked up one of her plush organic characters and brushed a thumb under one of its four eyes. Just like he had.

The femme shook her helm collecting the items off the ground and placing them on a chair in her berthroom. Odyssis stepped into the wash rack and began to clean herself. Slowly and delicately she scrubbed her plating. She quickly finished up and dried herself off. Her health and her well being should have been in the forefront but no. This mech that seemed to be everywhere in her mind and her spark plagued her. It was frustrating. It drove her mad. Even now she wanted to find him...

After a good waxing she took to her couch and sat down with a heavy sigh. She flicked onto the holovid and thankfully found her mind drifting away from the no name mech. Instead a growing worry grew in her tanks as she watched the political broadcasting. Uprising issues of the class and castes. Ideals starting to fray and come undone. It wasn't a big deal as of yet but there was a lingering worry over all of Cybertron that something would give. Before her tanks could drop anymore the broadcast gave way to advertisements. Energon brands and cleaners, to services, and whatnot.

The last advertisement gave way to an ad about the famous Kaonite gladiatorial pits. She found herself sneering at the thought of mechs and femmes willingly fighting for credits and glory. It was disgusting how so many took joy in such a brutal sport. A huff. It was dishonorable to even call it such. A special match was planned for tonight. She would avoid it at all costs.

A message in her vision warned her of low energon levels and she acknowledged it. The medical grade did sound nice and surely it would settle her tanks. Odyssis sat up and walked around the couch, her back to the holovid in time to not see a familiar crimson mech with wild crystals blues raise his arms in victory.