Predatory EpilogueRatchet's brow was furrowed both in concentration and worry. He had known deep in his gut that something was wrong, but he hadn't acted, trusting Arcee and Jack to take care of themselves.Predatory Epilogue in Romance More Like This
Now, he wished he had made that executive decision instead of brushing it off.
Bumblebee and Bulkhead were out scouting, and Optimus had opted to head to the back where Jack was scrubbing himself down after their "no risk" excursion. He wanted to commend the boy for being as brave as he had been.
This left Ratchet alone with Arcee, carefully peeling the webbing from her banged up body.
She didn't speak, just kept her face carefully averted from the medic as he carefully went about his work in the rare effort to keep from hurting his patient more. From looking at her, Ratchet could tell Arcee had bested the demons of her past though they haunted her still.
He knew what had happened. At least . . . the most part of it. No one knew exactly what had happened when Arcee had endured Arachnid's torture, but
One Human, One Spark 7"What are you doing this time?"One Human, One Spark 7 in General Fiction More Like This
Wheeljack carefully froze, glancing up to Miko on the other side of the base. "It's a surprise," he told her, refocusing down on the tiny capsule. Using a pair of tweezers to hook important cords together, he heard Miko scoff.
"Seriously? What is that, a grenade? You might want to make it, what, ten times bigger if YOU'RE wanting to throw it." She snorted again. "Seriously."
"You'll see," was all he would tell her.
The damn thing had already misfired three times and forced him to start from scratch, and Ratchet hadn't been happy. The stubborn Doc kept saying it was a waste of parts to repair Wheeljack . . . And in a way, it was, considering how many times he had hurt himself already. Another optic, two fingers, and an audio receptor were his latest fixings from the LAST times this item had blown up in his face . . . He wouldn't get started on things that had blown up before this endeavor.
Wheeljack zoomed an optic in on the tiny contraption, keeping meti
One Human, One Spark 18Wheeljack's optics onlined from a deep stasis devoid of nightmares. The first thing he noticed was the soft snoring from Miko in his audio receptor, and he felt his features soften at the precious sound. He didn't shift positions so she wouldn't fall off his shoulder, but a pair of optics fixed on them dragged Wheeljack's sight up.One Human, One Spark 18 in General Fiction More Like This
He immediately felt defensive at the sight of the Prime watching them with unreadable optics. Quietly, empathetically, Wheeljack murmured, "Say what you will, but I am never leaving her again. You can frag me to the pit and back, but Miko is mine. I won't let anyone, including you, stand in between us." His spark pulsed aggressively, possessive of his little girl.
Optimus shook his head and said gently, "I expected nothing less from you, Wheeljack." Surprise colored Wheeljack's emotions. Optimus nodded once, respectfully, and a slightly teasing tone overlapped his warm voice. "And, I trust that you will charm your way back into Mrs. Davis's heart." With that
Fraternizing ch25Nightstalker looked up from her scrubbing as the computer flickered, beeping at them.Fraternizing ch25 in General Fiction More Like This
"Looks like the 'Cons hit another vein," Arcee said. Nightstalker sighed to herself, trying vainly to resign herself to her work, but it was so, SO old now. She wasn't even halfway through the pile yet either!
"Autobots, roll out"
"Hey, hey," Bulkhead interrupted Optimus. "Shouldn't we wait for our secret weapon?"
It was no secret he was talking about Ratchet.
A conflicted look crossed Optimus's face. "This mission is unlikely to require medical expertise."
"But you never know if it may require additional firepower."
Nightstalker's head jerked up again at the sight of Ratchet and his newly acquired swagger as he waltzed into the room. He waved a nonchalant hand. "Bumblebee can handle ground bridge duty."
A confused Bumblebee just watched as Ratchet strode towards the ground bridge tunnel. *Um . . . I guess I can do ground bridge . . . let him take point . . .*
Optimus didn't seem too pleased, bu
One Human, One Spark 9"WHAT are these doing here?"One Human, One Spark 9 in General Fiction More Like This
Miko woke groggily to Ratchet's bellowing voice, and then, she suddenly remembered the slumber party. Pushing out of her sleeping bag with a grin, she caught sight of Raf's puckered and red face, and she laughed at him. Ratchet whirled with the offending underwear pinched between his fingers, holding them far away from his body.
"Miko . . ."
She laughed freely. Snickering and pointing her finger to Raf, she said, "Ask him."
Ratchet looked down incredulously on the embarrassed Raf. The boy stepped barefoot out of his sleeping bag and sheepishly held out his hand.
"Um . . . Those are mine."
Bewildered, Ratchet let Raf have his underwear without any preamble. Then, he narrowed his optics at Miko.
"I so swear if I found it was you that put his under garments there . . ." He blinked slowly. "Wait . . . why are you dressed in Jack's clothes?"
Miko squeaked, waving her hands. Jack's sleeves fell over her hands. "No! No way! It wasn't me, I swear, Ratch! Raf
Shackles FallI skulked warily through the underground caves. This was too easy . . . Ignoring Optimus trying to make communications with me, I let my audio receptors focus on listening for the slightest sound to alert Airachind's location to me.Shackles Fall in Drama More Like This
I regulated my cycles, being as quiet as I could even though it was likely Airachnid already knew where I was. The tunnel I followed yawned open into a massive cave, and I gritted my dentures at the sight of all the stasis pods. That disgusting 'Con still had more Insecticons at her disposal!
My second blaster joined the first, the tension so thick and the silence so heavy that a razor blade couldn't cut through it. It built like underwater pressuremore and more stifling the deeper I went, but there was no way out now. I continually scanned the area for her, the past pounding against the back of my processor; broken promises haunting me; the lust for revenge exciting my thirst.
Only one of us was leaving these caves alive.
Creeping forward, senses on
One Human, One Spark 15Thursday was the day Wheeljack and Miko had confronted Dreadwing.One Human, One Spark 15 in General Fiction More Like This
Today was Friday, and Jack was making a beeline from Miko's house.
He could hear their voices carrying.
"You don't know anything!"
"I know you needlessly put yourself in danger, young lady!"
"You're not my mother, you old witch!"
"Watch your tone! I may not be your mother, but I AM your guardian while you reside in MY house! Do you want me to send you back to Tokyo?"
"Do it then! Just do it! You might as well if I can't be with him!"
Jack mounted on Arcee waiting in the driveway, and they pulled out into the road. "That bad, huh," Arcee stated.
Something in her voice was a little contemptuous. Jack frowned, and reached up one hand to situate his helmet a little better on his head. "Don't talk like that, Arcee. She wants to see him. I mean . . . he is . . . dying . . ."
Arcee made an irritated sound even though she tried not to condemn them. "Look, she knew what she was getting into, Wheeljack too. It's their own fault fo
Fraternizing ch19Nightstalker literally began to shake so hard her metal tinkled together. TOGETHER. With a Decepticon zombie!Fraternizing ch19 in General Fiction More Like This
"Awesome!" Miko cheered. "It can't touch them either!"
Her outburst caught its attention. Skyquake turned to them, and Nightstalker felt her mouth run dry.
She was their only protection. Against a bot almost twice as big as she was? Nightstalker shook harder. Her training skills didn't amount to anything for this!
She popped her machine gun out of her back, shouting at the paralyzed kids, "Run!" Dear Primus, what was she doing, what was she doing, what was she doing!
Taking aim at a target impossible to miss, Nightstalker shot at him, distracting him from the kids while they got a little bit of a head start of running. Her energon curdled in her tanks when Skyquake looked directly into her line of fire, her bullets doing nothing more than tingeing off of him.
"Move it, move it, move it!" she shouted out to them, dashing along when Skyquake took a swipe at her. Dear PRIMUS
One Human, One Spark 12"Jack! Get me something to eat!"One Human, One Spark 12 in General Fiction More Like This
Miko's hoarse yell woke Wheeljack out of his stasis. Optics blinking as they came back online, Wheeljack stood straight from his position leaned against the wall, and he moved his aching gears in a movement similar to a human stretch. Only, he was a bit surprised to see Miko early morning throwing her blanket on top of Jack's face that had fallen asleep on the coffee table.
He stayed all night with her?
Grudgingly, Wheeljack let his respect for the human grow.
Jack wrestled the blanket from his head, glowering at Miko with groggy morning gunk stuck in his eyes. "I might consider if you asked nicely," he grumbled and rubbed his eyes.
"Fine. Then PLEASE get me something to eat so I don't starve!"
Jack scowled, running his hands a couple times through his hair so that it wasn't quite the haystack. Wheeljack watched with amusement as he said, "Maybe if you didn't yell?"
Miko rolled her eyes and groaned, fed up already. "Please Jack? I'm starving!"
Fraternizing 35 "Knockout! Knockout, wake up!"Fraternizing 35 in General Fiction More Like This
He rolled over and grumbled in irritation. One red optic slitted open to look at her. "What do you want?"
Her little lips quivered. "I had a bad dream. Airachnid told me to shut up and get back in stasis. But I'm scared."
Knockout groaned and rubbed his helm, amazed that she had sneaked this far across the ship past the drones on night watch just to come see him. Woke him up in the middle of the night just because she was scared . . .
"Nightstalker, it's the middle of the night."
"I know! But I'm scared . . ."
"And what do you expect me to do?"
She looked up with big orange optics. "Can I recharge with you?"
Knockout's optics widened at the pitiful hope there. "Uh-uh," he said, shaking his head. "Not a chance. This paint job isn't going to get ruined by your squirming all night."
"I won't squirm," the little femme said, wingtips fanning a little. "I'll stay perfectly still, I promise."
Knockout groaned again, flopping his face back into his bert
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Chapter 11: "Discovery"
Back on the Nemesis that same night
Thundercracker swooped into the massive landing bay of the Nemesis as it closed its violet metal "jaws" behind him and plunged back beneath the ocean surface. Lana watched his cockpit glass darken around her and felt him land on his feet. The sway of his walk halted after a moment.
A very mechanical voice spoke from outside, vibrating the cockpit glass with its harmonic resonance, "Report."
Thundercracker stopped upon bumping into Soundwave at the end of the landing bay. He knew the communications specialist was fritzing silently about his late arrival to the Nemesis. Promptness and punctuality were Soundwave's sole codes of ethics and he didn't like late arrivals.
"I already told you Soundwave, I was polishing my combat maneuvers. Didn't Starscream rant and rave when he came back about how much of screw-up I was today?"
"Affirmative." the communications specialist
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Chapter 6: "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Back in Thundercracker's quarters
Lana was stunned; literally. She had feeling in her body-mostly pain. Her eyes managed to wander up to the face of her "master" who was carrying her back to his quarters. Tears of pain and unbridled emotions wet her cheeks. She almost died-five times. Never in her life had she even come close to being placed in the hospital and now her life had been nearly snuffed out five times in probably less than five hours. It was just too much for her mind to deal with, so crying and shivering were the only instinctual reactions she could muster.
Thundercracker sidled into his work chair and grabbed a large pile of blankets from inside Lana's enclosure. He placed them on his work station and then gingerly placed Lana on the pile. She limply reclined on her side, still trembling.
The big blue Con's optics flicked back and forth as he scanned the human Internet for medical journ
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A month later
Lana awoke at about 8:00 a.m. to get ready to attend her classes. Trudging into the kitchen with slippered feet she switched on the tiny TV on the counter and poured herself a bowl of cheerios. As she was rummaging in the fridge for milk the news headlines caught her attention for once.
" these sightings have been recorded all over the world leaving many to wonder are we under attack?" a woman's clear voice inquired.
Lana held the milk carton and slowly shut the fridge, staring at the blurry recordings the reporter spoke of. Most were merely glimpses of what appeared to be humanoid figures towering overhead and flashes of explosions following. The young woman set down her milk and leaned in closer, cranking the volume.
The camera cut to an image of a Latina reporter, dark hair windswept, with trees and blue sky behind her, "But just this morning we've received reports of these giant robot sightings much closer to
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Chapter 4: "Nowhere to Go"
In the Con Rec Room
Lana ran for her life, dodging the huge merciless feet that were trying to snuff out her existence. She scurried under a two-story-tall metal table and desperately searched for someplace to hide. Without warning the entire table lifted off the floor and flew across the room with a mighty [BANG!]. Automatically her arms flew over her head to shield herself as she ran until she saw a large metal console nearby with a small space at its back. She made a B-line for the niche and dove behind it.
Successfully hidden, Lana collapsed in a heap wheezing for breath and suddenly felt the pain in her body. Over her terrified gasps she could hear the whole room roar with laughter as well as an angry screeching voice.
"WHERE IS IT?! WHERE DID IT GO?" Starscream demanded loudly, spinning around with his null cannons glowing ready to fire should he see any small form dart into his line of sight.
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Chapter 7: "Mini Menaces"
Three days later
Lana was confused. Though she had no grasp of time she knew Thundercracker had been gone for much longer than usual-more than a couple days she guessed. He still hadn't returned. Not that she needed anything. She had plenty of food and water to sustain her for a year, but he'd never been away so long.
Before he left in such a hurry, he mentioned he was going into battle. The big question was with whom? Was he raiding more energy resources with the other Decepticons? If there was a battle was he destroyed or dead? Did robots really die or did they just shut off?
Lana scolded herself. "Why should I care if that giant metal jerk comes back or not?"
Her more logical side interjected, "Well if he DOESN'T come back you're going to be left in this stupid cage with no way to supply yourself if you run out."
"OR," her 'worst-case-scenario' side said, "That maniac Skywarp will come back and do Go
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Chapter 8: "Combat Maneuvers"
A couple days after the incident with Rumble and Frenzy, the mediocre drone of boredom set in again for Lana. Not that she wanted that kind of excitement ever again, but she certainly didn't care for the monotony of walking along the walls of her enclosure wishing for something meaningful to do.
There were times Lana questioned her sanity. Feeling pity for Thundercracker when he thought she was dead instead of trying to escape was at the forefront of her doubts. Was this captivity with no real mental stimulation whittling away her sanity? How long would it be before she went totally insane or at the very least fall into a deep state of depression? She hadn't seen another human for so long. Sure, Thundercracker talked to her and gave her "affection"; which was probably the only thing keeping her mind afloat as it was; but it wasn't the same.
Lana rested her forehead against the transparent wall of her bedroom, feeling like a gold
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Chapter 9: "MINE!"
A few hours later
Because of their earlier "bungling" Starscream extended the combat maneuvers in the hopes of teaching his subordinates a lesson about listening to his orders. They were all the best fliers in the Decepticon ranks but Starscream was by far the superior aerial combatant and he demanded perfection. After all, it's what prompted Megatron to name him his Second in Command-that and Megatron believed in the old adage of, "Keep your allies close, but your enemies closer".
At last, once he was satisfied, Starscream ordered them back to the Nemesis. However, Thundercracker insisted he continue flying some more.
Surprisingly the Air Commander waved him off, "Very well. You need the extra training anyway."
"Yeah " Thundercracker grudgingly admitted before speeding off.
He needed to find Lana and he hadn't intended to be away for so long. Calculating the approximate range the life raft could drift given the wind spee
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A Pet Squishy
Chapter 13: "Dealing"
Lana watched the blue and orange flames of Thundercracker's thrusters wink out of sight and the great rumbling of his engines faded into lonely cricket chirps. He was gone. She was free. Slowly she brushed herself off and kept staring at the sky.
Now she knew what had been spoken-or at least she had a really good idea. Thundercracker had been ordered to get rid of her. For what reason she didn't know, but here she was on the outskirts of a city in the early evening, alone. The revelation of her freedom tried to seep into the concrete of her disbelief. Was she truly free or would he come storming back? She waited for several long moments but the sound of her master's engines never returned.
Still shell-shocked, Lana began walking toward the city just a mile or so away. She soon found a road and began following it. Her mind was so jumbled by the whole event. Every now and again she'd glance over her shoulder, expecting to see the towering form s
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Chapter 10: "Arguments of the Mind"
Later that night
Lana shivered as a crisp wind whipped over the ocean and made her skin texture with goose bumps. She hugged her knees as she sat in the sand, trying to keep herself warm. Her light pants, sneakers, and T-shirt were proving insufficient for warmth. The hiss of the sea rolled across the sand, threatening to make her even colder. She wisely sat closest to the center of the island away from water near the half-dead palm trees.
"Well? Are you happy now, Lana?" her mind asked sarcastically.
"I wasn't going back." she insisted.
"At least THERE you were warm and taken care of." her mind argued.
She cringed, "But I was nothing."
"And you were SOMETHING before?" it retorted. "Please! You were an object BEFORE Thundercracker took you. How was stripping and barely scraping by on those tips any better?"
"At least I had freedom."
She shivered as a fresh wind bit through the fabri
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Chapter 12: "Contraband"
Lana awoke unable to feel her legs. She stretched, feeling the painful tingling of blood resuming its circulation to her legs. Sleeping in Thundercracker's hand wasn't exactly the most comfortable bed. She looked up at him; he was still in recharge.
Sometime while she slept he'd propped up his feet on his work table creating a rather effective bridge to her enclosure. Her hammock was much more comfortable. Lana wriggled her body, squirming out from between his fingers until his was sitting on his thumb joint. She kicked her legs with a wince, trying to rid herself of the deadness.
Rising slowly, Lana traipsed over the ridges and ledges of Thundercracker's hand and then stepped down onto the edge of his hip plate. She looked down at his thigh below her, doubting whether she could jump down onto it and wondering if sliding would be a better means of getting down. With great caution she ducked down, sitting on the ledge of h