A/N: Ten more away from chapter 100, so a surprise 500 word dealy since I'm excited.

I've actually had several people PM and ask me if it was okay to do up some fan-art and my answer is YES. Do it. Do it now. Some of my other stories have fan-art and I always put the links up on my profile! Just be sure to credit me if it's of my Ocs/Plot.

Some fan-art that celebrates the soon-to-be chapter 100 would be amazing. WINK.

So since I have to give my brother his laptop back, this may be the last chapter for a day or two because I broke down and ordered a new flashdrive since I desperately need one. The sooner it gets here, the sooner I get back to a definite one-chapter-per-day schedule so... CROSS YOUR FINGERS SO THAT IT GETS HERE ASAP.

Warnings: Mild Language

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, just the random OCs and plot rainbows I barf out.

Chapter Ninety: They Get Along Well

Marian strained to free herself from the clawed servo, her face turning red from the effort as the mech watched her curiously. She did her best to ignore the amused twist of his lips and the piercing red optics, but it was harder than she anticipated since she was being held eye level with him. It was rather unnerving, but she focused herself on getting free in hopes that he would lose interest and would just drop her or something. So far, she had somehow managed to get her bag free, yet was getting nowhere with getting her body out since the stupid Decepticon was slowly gripping her tighter and tighter until it actually hurt.

His free hand lifted to poke at her bright red and sweating face, and she snapped irritably, "Stop that!"

The tip of his claw prodded her heated face for what felt like the hundredth time since he grabbed her from the ground, "I didn't know humans could change colors."

"Yeah, well, I didn't know giant robots were assholes-in-disguise!" She hissed as tried to get free again, "You learn something new everyday. Now put me down!"

He ignored her comments, "How fascinating. What other colors can you take on?"

Shooting him an exasperated look, she continued her wiggling as she grew increasingly uncomfortable. One moment the Decepticon is threatening to shock her and the next, he's pretty much asking her if she's a chameleon; he had major mood swings, going from kicking boulders around to asking her somewhat normal and civil questions. Why couldn't these things go bother somebody else that could tolerate their existence? A science nerd would be having a hay-day if they were in her shoes – that she had lost thanks to her wiggles -and she would gladly trade them places.

Huffing as she finally just gave up, Marian crossed her arms and glared at his thumb, "I can turn blue and die if I hold my breath long enough."

"You're more useful to me alive than you are dead, so refrain from holding your breath." The mech began to walk, and her stomach began to churn queasily from the motion. "Not only are you my bargaining chip should the Autobots locate me, you will be explaining your biology and customs."

Her glare turned incredulous, "Why not squish me or something? The Autobots told me you Decepti-creeps would kill us humans in a heartbeat."

He scoffed, "And you believe everything they say?"

She hesitated, "No."

"That is surprising. Most side with the Autobots the moment their sob-story leaves their lip-components." He spat almost bitterly. "I'm a doctor, and would like to understand why you're so squishy, therefore your life is somewhat secure. I'll kill you once you've served your purpose."

"That makes me feel so much better."

"It should. Now you can turn blue?"

She glowered, then held her breath to see his reaction.

Take that bucket-head.