A/N: So my hopes of opening an Etsy shop this month has been dashed thanks to a few unexpected medical bills. *Rages and kicks nearest wall* I gotta focus paying those beasts off before I can continue working on that. I still plan on giving you guys awesome discounts when I get it open, so I guess I'll just let you know when I open it. *sigh*

Also, I have been thinking about creating a group/community on DA so I can host contests for this story and give away prizes and whatnot for those who participate and win. What do you all think? Would you be interested in stuff like that? Let me know in the reviews, or through a PM~!

Annnd I should probably tell you that I'm leaving this chapter at this until our lovely Beta finishes her testing later this week. So no updates until she's done~! *flies away*

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Chapter 160: The End of Day Two

Ignoring the groans and whimpers of pain from the human, Knock Out carried her within their space shuttle, noting that as he entered his Med Bay, everything looked prepared for a surgery. "Thinking ahead, Breakdown?"

The larger mech shrugged. "You didn't tell me any specifics about our 'guest'..."

Placing the femme down on the closest dissection table, the Medic tapped his chin and looked around for a specific set of tools. "Yes, well I rather enjoy keeping you on your toes." Spotting the proper set of utensils, he snatched them up. "Aha! This should work rather nicely."

Breakdown quickly rolled a worktable over so that the tools could be set aside as they tried to work out a way to "prep" the patient. Marian watched all of this in a confused state of terror, scooting away from the giant mechs the lurked above her as they passed menacing tools back and forth. The red one that had kidnapped her looked as though he was removing the tips of his clawed servos – what was his name again? Cock Out? That had to be a nickname. Besides, her feverish mind thought it sounded like something a male stripper would call himself. No matter what his name was, when his fingers shifted into a variety of horrifying tools, she was all set to throw her hands into the air and "nope" her way off the side of the table she was sitting on.

Fortunately, he removed what looked like a scalpel, a buzz saw, metal pinchers, gigantic needles and... Was that a freaking drill?!

Noticing that the human was watching him with a mortified stare, Knock Out turned on his drill and pointed it at her when she started to scramble to her feet. "Don't you move from that spot and I won't dissect you right where you sit."

Her eyes locked on the drill, she gave a frightened nod and practically forced her butt to become one with the table. Satisfied that she wasn't going to try and bolt, the Decepticon returned to switching out his standard equipment for the tools that he primarily used on symbiots and delicate wiring that his normal work tools weren't cut out for. Once the equipment was properly attached, he replaced the tips of his servos and transformed them a few times to make sure that they were connected correctly, and when he was satisfied, he gazed critically at the femme. She was guaranteed to move the moment he tried to perform a surgery, no matter the fact that it was for her own good. Of course, he had restraints, but they were designed for the average sized Cybertronian, and she was by far tinier than any of them.

Knock Out decided that it shouldn't be too difficult to hold her down himself and waved Breakdown off. "You go out and investigate the Energon deposit I discovered and find out if the Autobots have taken it over. If they haven't, get what you can and bring it back here: our stores are low." With one deft movement, he pinned the femme's arms down and ignored her shriek as he shifted one of his claws into a welder. "I have everything here under control."

"I'm on it." The ex-Stunticon turned on his heel and left the room as the crimson mech lowered the welder closer and closer to her at an excruciatingly slow rate. "Have fun with your new pet, Partner."

As the Med Bay doors slid shut, the Medic gave the human a dark smirk, fascinated by the way she thrashed her hips and squealed as though it would help her escape. "Oh I will..." Creating the first of many medical logs about his newly started research on humans, he decided to taunt the human again. "Isn't that right, Marian?"

Before she could answer, he touched the flaming tip of the welder to her skin, earning an audio shattering scream.

Thus ending the second day of Marian Padauk's life with Cybertronians.

A/N: Yep. In this story, only two days have passed. Day one: she got her car shot off the road and met the Autobots, and day two she's like "Fiiine I'll give you a chance, just don't piss me off or do something weird."

Then she got kidnapped.

Life's a bitch and then you die, as my Grandpa would always say.

I personally like to say... CLIFFHAAAANGEEEERRRR SMELL YA LATER PEEPS. *Runs away as fast as possible*