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Title: Nemesis Calling (2/?)
Author: dreamerchaos
Sequel to �All Hail Starscream�
Fandom: �Revenge of the Fallen�.
Rating: Slash. MATURE. Brief mention of STICKY. Dubious consent and gore thrown into several parts. Each chapter will have respective warnings.
Pairing: StarscreamxPerceptor.
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Hasbro.
Characters: Perceptor. Starscream. Various characters from the movie as well.
Summary: The time is finally at hand�return to Earth, destroy the descendant of the Primes, and harvest the Earth. Perceptor must decide whether to betray his master and warn the Autobots, and thus endanger the risk of suffering Starscream�s wrath.

The dim, overhead lights above the berth light the looming, moving figure rocking slowly above him. The sealed, locked private quarters muffling the faint whimpers and rattling growls, the ship�s other Decepticon occupants� audios never catching the sound of their Lord claiming Perceptor once again.

Talons rake down the overlapping contour of his stretched frame, plunging into his transformation seams.

�My precious pet�� The whisper of sharp kisses and denta, Starscream sighing Perceptor�s designation into the microscope�s audio.

Perceptor tosses his helm, whining stiffly, hanging onto his master for dear Spark. Legs and thighs spread obscenely to accommodate the mech�s weight and larger girth, his hands sliding helplessly along the grooves of Starscream�s shoulders.

Starscream snarls in perverse approval as Perceptor twitches and wails, legs folding back further, willing bending beneath the Seeker�s every whim as the larger mech arches harder against his smaller partner. His cable pushing deeper, burying down to the root where it melds into his interface array.

The stuttering friction of the ribbed surface of Starscream�s cable along the interior walls of his port send a wave of heat throughout his frame, an electrical storm firing, boiling and alive, choking his internal systems, drowning him, while strangely at the same time leaving him aching for more.

From behind the tight seam of Starscream�s chassis, a teasing glimmer of crimson trickles free. His smaller partner�s optics widening in wonder, the Seeker�s libido astounding him. �A-again..?� Perceptor gasps.

Starscream leers, chest plates snapping aside, revealing the roiling, seething mass of his malevolent red Spark.

Against his will, Perceptor instinctively responds to his partner. Whimpering, watching with a slight taste of betrayal as his frame betrays him, chest plating slowly splitting apart, the blue nova of his Spark pushing forward to greet its ruby counterpart.

Starscream purrs in rapture, diving forward, seaming their Sparks as one. Perceptor shudders, his cry overthrown by the Seeker�s howl, the much larger mech pinning him even tighter against the smooth, flat berth, hips jerking in tight, short static thrusts, Perceptor dragging his fingers down whatever plating he can reach, digging deep and welding the palms of his hands around Starscream�s shoulders.

�Yessss.� The Seeker nuzzles his grinning leer of sharp denta against Perceptor�s throat and mandible, nipping affectionately, all the while muttering praise and wonder into the trembling cobalt and blue mech�s dark audio, �Yes. Mine. My pet�My Perceptor.�

The smaller mech cries out sharply when his mate drags sharp denta at an new, sharper angle, spilling a draught of energon from his cables. Perceptor shuddering as Starscream avidly laps at the beads of fluid, growling into the wet plating of his mate while he continues to nip and mark his territory once more―

Atmosphere rips forth from his vents as Perceptor shoots upward from the depths of recharge, the haunting replay of memory files nipping at his ascending heels during his escape before he crests the surface, shattering the deep abyss of his stasis cycle.

Shuddering, Perceptor wraps his arms around his shaking shoulders, curling his knees against his chassis.

�Not again.� Perceptor�s optics sting from a mixture of exhaustion ― a restful recharge expertly eluding him for the past days ― and the abrupt, forceful onlining from his first uninterrupted recharge cycle, his optical receptors momentarily hypersensitive after a few Earth hours dormant. �Why do you persist in haunting me?�

Not to his surprise, there is no answer. He shudders within the darkness of the quiet barn, the online blue optics the only pinpoints of light.

No matter the distance that has separated them, Starscream continues to haunt him, even into the depths of stasis.

But what haunts him more than the replaying memory files, is the quickening pulse of his Spark ― the wash of fear and humiliation threaded by a lacing of desire and gratification ― and the low, slow burning ache between his legs taunts him.

�Mewl?� The stray feline slides her paw down Perceptor�s shin, pawing for his undivided interest. When receiving another shudder from the large mech, she winds her way amongst his hunkered form, settling into the curl of his trembling upper limbs, before popping her head up from within the tight cradle of his arms. The feline rubbed the top of her supple, smooth furred head against his chin, butting against his mandible for attention.

Mindful not to crush the sleek, purring creature, Perceptor minimally tightens his embrace around the feline, burying his face into the fur of her side.

�Primus, please forgive me�� Perceptor prays for the gentile mercy of Primus above, �No matter how I try, I cannot find the strength to despise my master.�

Bumblebee pulls into Maggie�s driveway, carrying his human charge, while Maggie rushes to her own car.

�Hi Sam!� She waves exuberantly as Sam slides out of the driver seat, jingling her keys in the air, �I�m on my way to the airport to pick up Mikaela! Shouldn�t be gone more than a few hours!�

Sam tiredly raises a hand to wave in her direction, mumbling a weak, �That�s cool�� Bumblebee humming in worry as his charge mutters and groans before slinging his backpack over his shoulder, while pulling the other suitcase out of Bumblebee�s back seat, �Bee needs to head back to meet with Optimus, but he should be here sometime right after you and Mikaela get back.�

�Help yourself to the fridge.� Maggie offers, clicking the drive door of her silver Honda wide open, �And don�t mind Perceptor! He�s a bit shy. But he�s heard all about you, so I�m sure you guys will get along fine.� She says with bright hopefulness.

Sam perks up momentarily at the mention of the Neutral. �Sounds like a plan.� He waves to Maggie as she pulls the car around in the U-shaped driveway, the young women waving farewell as she pulls away to go pick up Mikaela and bring his girlfriend ― ex-girlfriend, he reminds himself, their separation official after Mikaela had announced their breakup over the phone ― Mikaela agreeing to join Sam and Perceptor, the Autobots growing steadily more concerned with the Decepticon sightings that were taking place with frightening speed, their attacks escalating on the human residences and cities.

Bumblebee honks his horn in farewell as he follows Maggie, gunning his engine before he takes off down the street, eager to complete his rendezvous with the other Autobots. The sooner he completed his journey, the sooner he can return to Sam.

For most of the hour, Sam paces his guest room. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, fingers trembling to grab a pen and paper ― or paint and a clean space of a wall ― and beginning stylizing the images that keep running in a repeating loop through his mind.

Letting out a sharp cry of frustration, curling his fingers through his hair and pulling hard, he collapses onto his knees, burying his face into the soft white and blue sheets of the bed, �Shut up�� He begs, while behind his clenched eyelids, the symbols continue to etch across the black canvas of his eyelids, amidst fireworks of green, yellow, and red light as he pushes greater pressured against his tightly closed eyes.

He�s steadily losing his mind. �It�s all in your head. All in your head�Get your act together, or people are going to get sick of dealing with your drama, and they�ll toss you into the loony bin.� Sure of this, and reeling from the horrible reality that he is suffering from the same madness as the illustrious Archibald Witwicky of their family, Sam pulls himself onto his shaky legs. Gulping air while trying to rub away the spots of lights dancing across his eyes when they open, tears trickling from his eyes when the pressure is relieved.

�Need some air.� He mumbles, sliding his hand down the banister of the stairs as he makes his way down from the second story.

From the computer/reading room, Sam looks in the direction of the barn sitting innocuously about half a mile from the house.

He contemplates the choices laid before him: sitting and hiding in this room, holding his head and muttering for the pretty lights and alien symbols to leave him in peace�or settling his curiosity about the stranger that he had learned from Bumblebee�s patchwork of songs and lyrics.

Sam purposefully yanks the back door open, jogging down the small beaten path leading to the barn, as if to outrun the madness that is trying to suffocate and bury him alive.

Perceptor looks up from watching the feline swish her way through a narrow crevice in the wall, going out on her daily hunt, the mech turning towards the barn doors when the young male wiggles his way between the stubborn, off kilter wood frames. ��You must be Samuel Witwicky.� There are only a few humans that he is aware of who knows the existence of Cybertronians, and fewer within the age bracket of the one organic he is looking at.

The young male groans, rolling his eyes in dismay, �Pleaaase don�t call me �Samuel�. It�s Sam. My mom uses Samuel when I�ve done something really stupid, or when I�m in serious trouble.�

�All right, Samu�� He catches his mistake, correcting himself before he upsets the young man further, �All right, Sam.�

Sam slides down to rest his jeaned posterior on the dusty floor, resting his back against the doorframe. �Heard a bit about you from Bumblebee.�

�Oh?� Perceptor�s lips twitch with the barest trace of a smile, �I hope it was nothing unsavory.�

�No, nothing like that.� Sam waves his hands in disagreement, �From what I gathered from him, you�re not a Decepticon�But you�re not an Autobot either.�

Perceptor tilts his helm in quandary, �Is this a bad thing?�

��Well.� Sam stutters to find the right words, �Usually with humans, there is a word for someone who won�t fight. It�s not usually used in good context.�

�And this word is?�

��Pacifist.�

�Hmm.� Perceptor�s processor runs through the data he has perused while on the internet, �Yes, I can understand human reactions to such a label. However, I must correct you. I was no pacifist. And neither were my friends.�

�Then what were you?�

�Survivors.�

��I get it�But then I don�t get it entirely.� Sam admits sheepishly.

Perceptor folds his hands upon his lap, turning away from the small makeshift table and laptop, to better address the young human as he begins his impromptu lecture to better educate the young man, �Pacifists do not fight, nor do they resist. From my recollection of your human terminology, pacifists are generally termed as similar to stepping stones. Easily tread upon by foe and ally alike.�

Perceptor raises a hand to halt the words that he anticipates will come from the young human, �Yes, I have not sworn my allegiance to the Autobots or the Decepticons, and thus that labels me as a dissenter because I choose not to fight for either military unit, but at the same time, I will not lie down easily and be taken by either. I will fight for my freedom, as will my friends. Many times we have dealt with minor skirmishes with the Decepticons on Cybertron. We simply try to avoid these conflicts to lessen the risk of injury, since our supplies were few and qualified medics far fewer. We ran raids for energon, bartered for goods with what we scavenged from salvage yards for credits, and then used those credits to legally purchase energon.�

Sam folds his arms over his knees, resting his chin on his forearms, �Sounds rough.� That is all he can manage to come up with to say, �You must have been running from and avoiding Decepticons for quite a while, huh?�

Perceptor chuckles with dry, dark humor, �Child, I have been hiding and running for longer than you or your family line have been alive.� The Neutral crouches down, his sapphire gaze boring into the young man�s, �I was very adept at avoiding detection until a mishap in trusting a seller of energon, and that betrayer led my friends and I to be captured.�

Sam traces his fingertips through the dust, idly mapping a sequence of symbols regardless of his undertone whispers for his compulsive fingers to stop, �I couldn�t imagine spending that much time running�hiding in fear every day.� He whispers over the rambling of his mind pleading for the ancient symbols to cease haunting him. Already the wild array of whispering symbols and the low, echoing rumble of a dead alien language beginning to drown out every instinct and thought running through his head.

�I hope you and your kind never do.� Perceptor answers sincerely.

Sam�s hand trembles, eyes flicking across the patchwork of symbols tracing the dust. With his other hand, he grasps his shifting wrist, bruising the pale flesh as he mutters, �Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.�

Perceptor leans forward, concerned about the abrupt change in his behavior and the panicked quality of his words. �Sam�� He gently traces the smooth knuckle of his hand against the young man�s shoulder, �Your blood pressure is unusually high. And you are beginning to sweat profusely.�

��m�fine.� Sam shudders, �J-just my head playing tricks on me.�

Perceptor peers down, inspecting the jumbled glyphs. His vents hiss in alarm, the plating upon his shoulder expanding in surprise, �Sam. Those symbols�they are Cybertronian.� He cautiously reveals.

�W-what?� Sam blinks owlishly, �Are you kidding me!�

�Sam, please calm down.� Perceptor coaxes and guides Sam away from the doorway, leading him into the center of the barn. �Look closely, please.� Holding the young human�s attention, with a dexterous hand, the Neutral begins to carefully trace corresponding symbols into the dusty floor, a mirroring pattern to the glyphs that Sam has arrayed across the ground.

Sam gasps, falling onto his hands and knees. Eyes glazing over, swallowed once more by the unrelenting compulsion, the young human feverishly begins to correspond with Perceptor�s writing, answering the larger mech�s symbols with his own pattern. The human and Cybertronian starting a fast paced game of circling the broad expanse of the barn, their hands dancing, calligraphy spilling into life while they shuffle carefully about not to disturb the patterns already inlaid into the thickly caked dust.

�It keeps repeating itself!� Finally, with no more space to write, Sam rises to his feet, stumbling as if abruptly awaking from a dream. Perceptor follows to stand as well, blue optics curiously memorizing the ornate layout around their feet. �This�it�s all in my head. But I can�t read any of it! And it�s driving me insane, tumbling and repeating and stuttering across my eyes no matter when I�m asleep, eating, reading, or just trying to think!� Sam rambles, hands flying, gesturing accusingly at the seemingly inoffensive markings.

�When did this start?� Perceptor inquires, crouched down again, mapping the tangle of glyphs around him.

�Ever since I touched a fragment of the Allspark.� Sam prays that Mikaela has kept the shard well-hidden, while at the same time hoping that she hasn�t removed the shard from its container and actually touched it. The young man fearing that this�affliction wouldn�t befall her as well.

Perceptor�s optics blink. Surprised by the young man�s admission. Maggie and Optimus Prime had been kind enough to inform him of the incident years prior when Megatron awoke, and the struggle that took place in Mission City, and the subsequent destruction of the Allspark, leaving behind a single shard as all of the remains of the Cube. For another shard to remain, besides the one that Optimus Prime ordained to be locked away in secrecy among the humans�

�The Allspark passed on its knowledge to you.� Perceptor theorizes. �You are its conduit, to carry its secrets, and reveal the truth hidden from us all.�

�But what does it all mean?!� Sam demands, petulantly scrapping away two of the glyphs with the heel of his shoe, scuffing the decorated markings, �What�s the point of me losing my mind while scribbling these words when I can�t read them?�

�But I can.�

Sam blinks again in surprise, �You?�

Perceptor huffs in testy annoyance, �I was a scientist, young Sam. And several times I came across the old text of the Primes. Many of the documents were scribed in their ancient language of their journeys throughout the neighboring solar systems. While I am certainly not a fluent speaker or avid reader, I can in fact decipher short sentences and specific words. Pity I do not have access to the ancient texts and the translation systems available on Cybertron, but I can interpret these symbols.�

�Woah!� Sam is floored by the mech�s admission, �Then here! Read these! Hurry!� He can�t decide which symbol for Perceptor to study first, mindfully circling the glyphs, speedily contemplating the markings.

�Hmm.� Perceptor buzzes with concentration, fingertips hovering over the delicate, dusty symbols. �How curious.� He says in wonder.

�What?� Sam asks.

�It�s in a�code.� Perceptor shuffles back, turning partially to survey another handful of glyphs to his right, �No. It�s a map.�

�For what?� Sam mirrors the taller mech, leaning over the set of glyphs which capture Perceptor�s full attention, �and to where?�

Perceptor�s azure gaze narrows into pinpricks, a frown of intense deliberation marking the slow tug of his words which follow, �Follow�the three kings�and the dagger�s tip�My, what a quandary this is? I do not know of any kings, especially a trine, who ruled over Cybertron.�

�A blade? A dagger, you said?� Sam frowns as well, �Does that mean there will be battle or conflict?�

�I do not know.� Perceptor admits in shame, �The entire verse is like nothing I have seen before.�

�What does the entire verse speak of?� Sam stands upright, balancing his hands on Perceptor�s knee, the mech still crouched above the symbols, a moue of confusion marring his dark plating, �Maybe if you repeat it out loud, we can work it out together.�

��All right.� Perceptor acquiesces, trusting the young man�s instincts to lead them down the right course for action. Clearing his vocoder in a very human, but strangely settling gesture, the Neutral begins to speak softly, voice thrumming with the ancient words ― first speaking the verse quickly in Cybertronian to test that his inflections and translation is correct ― then in American so that Sam may understand, �When dawn alights―�

But he pauses. A shuffle outside. The noise giving him pause.

The wooden doors suddenly screech apart. Perceptor on impulse flinches away, optics flaring bright at the stranger who is illuminated through the doorway by the sunlight at her back.

�A-A-Alice!� Sam gasps, whirling around to face the petite blond woman, �What are you doing here?� He demands, futilely trying to shield Perceptor�s hunkered form from her eyes.

The beautiful female smiles coyly, �I had to twist his arm, but Leo eventually told me where you were staying.� She dares a step into the barn, gaze never leaving the young man, �I wanted to see you so badly, Sam.� Alice purrs, seductively tilting her hips, canting the angle of her short summer dress.

Perceptor hisses behind Sam, causing the young man to spin around, �Alice, j-just ignore what you�re seeing! It�s all your imagination.� While at the same time whispering hotly in panic towards Perceptor, �How am I going to explain her to Optimus and the others?� He gestures towards the young woman.

�Sam.� Perceptor moans in distress. The tremble of terror causing Sam to freeze in reaction. The Neutral�s gaze not directed towards him, but towards the intruder behind him, gaze frozen, locked on the female like a gazelle staring down a stalking lion. �She�that is not a female. And that thing is certainly not human.�

The true meaning of Perceptor�s warning sinks in. His stomach plummeting. ��oh shit.� Eyes ticking to the side to shakily watch her every move, Sam carefully backs away from Alice, cringing when she smiles beatifically, her gaze sharpening, azure glow piercing her human fa�ade. The skin around her mouth flaking away to reveal the rough, sharp jagged metal lines around her mouth.

�It�s rude to speak so ill of a lady.� Alice purrs, her optics twitching sharply towards the cringing Neutral, smiling knowingly when her gazes moves on to examine the glyphs surrounding the mech and young man, the two caught in their act, as shameful as human younglings found out with their hands still in the cookie jar, �But I promise to be gentle. I need both of you online for Lord Megatron. He�s especially looking forward to meeting you again, Sam.�

�S-she�s a Decepticon.� Sam stumbles back in horror, �Since when can Decepticons disguise themselves as humans?�

Before Perceptor can rise and stand, his processor sporadically pulling forth haphazardly strategies that will ensure that they escape unharmed and not Decepticon prisoners, he is abruptly torn from his rapid planning when Ravage shoots off the rafters, dropping to the ground, and then pounces onto his back. Curling his long, wicked talons into the Neutral�s seams.

Sam whirls around when Perceptor shouts in panic, the mech falling onto his knees from the sudden impact, hands frantically clawing at Ravage�s shoulders and back, failing to try and throw the yowling Decepticon off him.

�Perce―ggghh!� Sam is literally choking on his words, Alice screeching in rage when he steps away, making the critical error to turn his back on her. A flashing tongue-tentacle over a foot long shoots from her mouth, a striking metal serpent that stretches between her wide grinning lips, the thick metal appendage coiling around her victim�s throat, dragging the kicking and flailing human towards her while the Decepticon�s hands transform into thin, wicked silver claws.

�SS�Szzzaaaam!� Perceptor�s vocoder whines with static, fear spiking the electrical feed. Reaching behind once more, he manages to grab and pull hard on the flicking appendage that falls just within his grasp.

Ravage shrieks in terrible rage when the Neutral yanks painful on his tail. The shoulder mounted missiles reacting to the mech�s actions, registering as a hostile threat. The missiles fire in succession, one slamming into the roof of the barn, the other spinning to smash into the hayloft, exploding, sending a couple hundred pounds of burning hay through the air, stirring fires everywhere the torched straw lands. Above them, flames roar amongst the rafters and thatched roofing.

�IDIOT!� Alice snarls around her tentacle.

Outside, the sound of screeching brakes dragging black greasy tire tracks along the driveway. In the distance, Perceptor can distinguish Maggie�s horrified cry, �Oh my God! Mikaela! Call the fire department! The barn! Perceptor�s in there!�

Alice�s lips ripple with another snarl, infuriated that there were witnesses that they now need to contend with. �Ravage. Kill them!�

�NO!� With a enraged cry, Perceptor maintains his grip of the furious feline Decepticon, earning shallow claw marks down a painted clavicle and shoulder strut as he rips the yowling mech off his back, swinging the mech around and around before grunting with exertion, hurling the sleek black four legged figure up into the burning hayloft. A mushroom cloud of smoldering hay and black smoke detonating where the Decepticon lands amongst the flames.

�You will not harm my friends!� Perceptor shouts, whipping around to face the other Decepticon, hands fisted, the scope on his shoulder swiveling to aim in her direction as if to mirror the mech�s focused wrath.

Alice shrinks is surprise as Perceptor turns his attention towards her, rushing the much smaller Decepticon. When she raises her arm, the wrist transforming into a small Gatling gun, she isn�t given the opportunity to fire a single shot.

Her eyes bulge when the Neutral darts forward, wrapping his grip around the tentacle trying to squeeze the atmosphere from Sam�s lungs. The Decepticon squealing in pain and indignation when Perceptor twists his hands upon the length of her tongue, and with little grace but a larger stockpile of gusto, he wrenches his curled grip into opposite directions, ripping the long tentacle into halves.

Sam collapsed onto his knees, gulping air, cursing and clawing at the limp tentacle, hurling the appendage away in disgust.

Above the wheezing human, Perceptor roars in a string of unholy Cybertronian fury, refusing to back down when there was a handful of small Decepticons in front of him, and he has a safe chance of injuring, or defeating the pair.

Pushed into a proverbial corner by their threats and attacks, Perceptor reacts like any other beast that finds itself cornered. Fight or flight programs initializing.

In this rare instance, he chooses to fight.

Jerking Alice off her feet by the grip around the remains of her tongue-tentacle, the Decepticon still tied to the root of the appendage as the Neutral lifts her, before swinging her down, smashing her into the floor of the barn. Bits of metal components peeking through her human flesh, the compound fractures puncturing through the smooth skin surrounding her joints causing her to twist about, writhing in agony. A furious metal shriek tears from her gapping mouth, a wet waterfall of energon spilling forward, signify the severity of her damaged internal circuits.

�This building is collapsing!� Perceptor whips back around and shouts in warning, dismissing Alice and focusing on saving the human. Scooping up Sam, holding him against the thick safety of his chassis, the metal plating blessingly cool against Sam�s flesh compared to the sizzling heat and choking smoke. Perceptor braces his arms to act as a shield around his far more fragile companion, and throws his shoulder into the partially open barn doors. Not having the time to be graceful or courteous about opening the door to allow for him to exit in a timely manner. Smashing a larger opening to allow his frame to fit through, narrowly avoiding a rain of hot burning debris as the roof begins to collapse.

Outside and far enough away from the crumbling burning barn, Perceptor gently lowers Sam onto the ground once they are safe from the heat and the blinding fog of hot ash. The young human coughing, wheezing from the exposure to the noxious smoke.

�T-thanks.� Sam manages to wheeze gratefully, rubbing his sore bruised throat where Alice�s tentacle had threatened to break his neck. His impromptu guardian still shielding him, the glowing flames an eerie glow around the Neutral�s concerned, dark face.

Their victory in their escape is shattered by the shrill scream.

�Maggie!� Perceptor gasps.

Outside the house, Ravage circles the two women, snarling, gold optic narrowed on the blond and brunette. The Decepticon hissing in frustration when Maggie aims and fires another frigid blast from her portable fire extinguisher which Mikaela had brought from the house. Mikaela standing and guarding Maggie�s back as the feline Decepticon circles, the young brunette shouting, swinging her large suitcase to act as both a weapon and a shield to block those deadly swiping large paws.

Ravage darted in, swiping at her face with a huge paw. Jumping away to avoid the wicked claws, Maggie curses when the extinguisher stutters with a choked hiss of cold foam, and then dies.

Gasping, Maggie jerks when Ravage coils to leap. �Watch out!� She shoves Mikaela away as the Decepticon pounces, the fiery blond hurling the expired extinguisher directly into Ravage�s screaming face, the red metal hitting with a harsh clang.

Her defensive measure only incites the Decepticon further. Howling, Ravage strikes out with another paw.

This time the claws hit their target.

The lightning flash of heat and pain steals her strength entirely. Limbs just as quickly draining into numbness, the lack of adequate blood flow causing her to swoon. Maggie is forced to the ground, clutching the long shallow cuts down her right arm, grimacing in agony as blood pools around her from the gapping wound on her thigh.

�Get away!� Mikaela screams, swinging around and smashing the suitcase into Ravage�s face. Matching Ravage�s screeches and hisses with her own as the young human bravely kicks at the Decepticon, beating the feline over the head and shoulders with the metal suitcase. Hands and fingers curled into claws, teeth bared in a sharp grimace, ready to tear at and beat the Decepticon away.

Perceptor leaps into the fray, swinging one of the porch chairs he hastily acquired before dashing into the middle of the battle, bringing the weapon around to smash into Ravage�s side, lifting the Decepticon off all four legs, hurling the twisting, spiraling mech through the air to smash and tumble over the roof of the main house. Ravage shrieking, falling over the opposite side of the roof and disappearing from sight.

His weapon falls from between suddenly slack fingers. Perceptor stiffly stumbling over towards the blond woman, blue optics bright with dread and trepidation, �M-Maggie�� Perceptor whispers, crouching down beside the moaning, bleeding female, ��you are leaking vital fluids.� The Neutral whines in dismay, and even though Maggie attempts to string together a weak smile, mouthing a �thank you� for Perceptor having saved them, the microscope�s helm still drops, chin bumping against his chassis, feeling like an utter failure for not protecting his human friend.

When Ravage leaps around the hedges, turning to face then and attack once more, Perceptor snarls, his fear and shame rolling together, the rage returning, and he is turning to face their attacker. The scope upon his shoulder swivels again, this time the barrel hums a sharp crescendo of whirring charges, the lens pointed at the Decepticon. The energy gathered, Perceptor�s aim is true, and he releases a brief shot from his scope, the light cannon streaking a beam of hot laser in between Ravage�s front paws.

The Decepticon yelps, and leaping backwards to avoid the sudden attack. The swiveling barrel is still directly on him when he darts to the side, Perceptor�s face tight, optics narrowed, and a cold wall of calm settling over him. A heavy silence settles between the two Cybertronians. A standoff. Both the Decepticon and Neutral aware that the first blast had been a warning shot; Perceptor�s aim had rarely been contested by his scientist counterparts before the Great War, the scientist literally able to thread a needle with the quality of his shot. And as much as he hated to use his talents, he would still aim and fire the weapon with deadly accuracy should the Decepticon make another move.

Snarling, Ravage slowly backs away, shoulders lowered, admitting defeat. For now.

His jagged teeth grinning in a leer as he stalks away from the humans and Neutral. Deriving a thrill of pleasure that he does not leave the battle without a drop of enemy fluids spilled across the soil.

Perceptor impatiently watches the Decepticon�s every twitch and move as Ravage disappears into the thick foliage, the microscope not trusting that Ravage will let this hollow victory pass.

Finally he has to admit that the Decepticon has truly disappeared, no longer registering on his radar. A weak consolation. Very weak. �How good was his radar, if he hadn�t sensed the Decepticons in the first place?�

�He won�t be gone for long.� He states. Perceptor powers down his light cannon, the barrel of the scope dropping with a minute dip of its posture.

�Since when did you have a weapon?!� Sam shouts, joining Mikaela, the young humans pressing their hands against Maggie�s wounds to try and staunch the bleeding.

�It is not a weapon.� Perceptor sharply retorts, arctic blue gaze raking over Sam, �The cannon has been primarily used to cut samples for study when I have been of scientific journeys among Cybertron�s neighboring planets. Furthermore, and I thank Primus that Ravage was not privy to such knowledge; the cannon would not have enough firing strength to permanently maim or offline a mech. The damage would only act as a grievous annoyance at best.�

�It certainly made that thing hesitate!�

�Yes.� Perceptor stares the young human down, aware of Sam�s fear and indignation, but screaming at each other will not solve anything. Perceptor�s low, patient tones a low thrum, like a hand running up and down Sam�s back, to try and sooth the human�s fear and shock, �And you better pray that he doesn�t take note of how I failed to fire a second shot. I worry that the next time, he will not be so easily deterred.�

�I can�t stop the bleeding!� Mikaela squelches with alarm and disgust as the blood continues to gush from the wound, the warm ruby fluid caking a wet layer of second skin underneath her hands and soaking the cups of her knees as the crimson flow pools around them.

Sam is the first to divert his gaze, mumbling an apology for having exploded and yelled at the Neutral. Leaning over her, Sam whispers affection and praise to Maggie, his face ghost white, squeezing Maggie�s hand while he too tries to staunch the bleeding.

A flicker of movement from the barn, which he believes is just the dancing of the flames of the fire, draws Sam�s attention. His head turning, expecting to see the roof of the barn collapsing and sinking into the inferno.

He immediately curses in alarm. �Oh FUCK!�

Dragging her way out of the inferno, half of Alice�s face is scorched by the flames, glittering metal peeking through the blackened flesh. Scuttling across the dirt path with her disjointed limbs stretched out, crawling towards them in a crab like manner, she snarls at the huddled humans, the stump of her tongue-tentacle waving menacingly, a long supine metal tail splitting the skin of her lower spine, coiling behind her, a barbed tip waving above the small of her spine.

She leaps towards them, mouth agape, and mandible dislocating, stretching wide as if to swallow a human head whole, toothy grin expanded to rip and tear and take out whichever human who has the misfortune of her landing upon them.

It happens in slow motion. Next to the humans, as they cover their heads, and try to shield Maggie, Perceptor is darting forward.

But not in order to create a shield around the smaller organics.

His hand curls around the porch chair still resting abandoned on the ground near his pedes. Perceptor scooping it up with nary an astrosecond of a thought through his processor.

In midair, Perceptor brings the porch equipment crashing down upon her. Alice�s body jerking like a broken doll, her shoulders punched into one direction by the force of impact, while the lumbar region of her back ringing with a wet pop and grind as she is hit.

Shrieking as she hits the ground, Alice claws fitfully at the dirt. Persistent, like any Decepticon worth its metal.

Perceptor lifts the large porch chair over his head, and brings it back down with a single echo of a crunch as the mech buries the legs of the heavy chair into the Decepticon.

The Decepticon gurgles, hands still clawing feebly at the ground, sporadically trying to reach around and scratch and dig at the metal legs of the chair impaling her torso; one metal leg punctures the back of her head, blond scraggly hair soaking with transmetal fluid as the bright blue liquid gushes from her wounds.

�I won�t let you win.� Perceptor yanks the metal legs from her body with a wet �shunk�, raising the crumbled weapon, and bringing it down again to deliver another crushing blow. Cursing in Cybertronian, German, and English, the Neutral directs his rage and terror at the paralyzed Decepticon assassin, not stopping his blows until the final strike severs her head from the trunk of the body. �I will�Not. Allow. You. To. Hurt. My. Friends!� He accompanies every word with another swing, smashing the weapon down again and again, the twitching figure resembling nothing more than a wet pulp by the time he is through.

�Perceptor�� Maggie moans, glazed eyes watching her larger friend as he pauses, staring at the carnage laid out at his feet, ��please..s-stop�she�s offline..�

�..I-I-I�� Perceptor�s shaking hands release the twisted remains of the chair, the curved legs and frame rolling clanging as it hits the ground. The Neutral squeezing his hands into fists, dark facial features twisted in remorse. Staring at his handiwork in disgust, �I-I�m s-so sick of n-not being strong enough t-to protect my friends�� He whimpers, shoulders curling, shamefully stepping away from the mangled body.

Sam swallows the urge to vomit at the sight of the twisted limbs and severed head. Privately cheering Perceptor for stopping the terror before she tried to kill them all. Turning his attention back to Maggie, �This isn�t working.� He hisses, �She needs a doctor right now.�

�Yes. Quickly,� Perceptor gently lifts Maggie, curling his hands around her shivering frame. �Mikaela, is it? You will take her to a medic.� He commands, Sam running ahead and popping open the back door of Maggie�s car.

�Wh-what?� Mikaela stares at him in shock, then turns to face Sam, �No! Sam! I�m not going to leave you here! These won�t be the last Decepticons! You know that!�

�Mikaela, get in the car now!� Sam shouts, Perceptor coaxing Maggie to slide into the back seat, gently guiding and arranging her as comfortable as possible.

�I�m not going to leave you!� Mikaela stubbornly shouts right back.

�Young lady.� Perceptor suddenly looms above her, glaring in disapproval. �If you do not help us, Maggie will�she will die.� He lowers his helm, leveling his cold cerulean gaze with hers, impatient to get his friend to safety. And he is by fair means terrified in his own right, but by no means is he going to allow that fear to get to his processor. Nor will he allow this intractable child to continue wasting precious time when every second counted in an effort to save Maggie. �I will not allow this to happen. And I will not allow you to endanger her because of your refusal to comply. Now. Get. In. The. Car.� He growls, each word matched by a pointed shove in the direction of the driver�s side of the car.

�Fine!� Mikaela yanks open the door, hopping inside, angrily twisting the ignition key, but not without adding a surly, �But this is a stupid plan! There�s no way you can beat the �Cons.�

�I don�t plan to fight them.� Perceptor tells her, turning to stare off into the distance. �I plan to do what I have always done best: Run and hide. Until the cavalry arrives.�

�This is so stupid�� Mikaela whispers, her hands shaking upon the steering wheel.

Perceptor senses the young man�s hesitation, �Sam.� The Neutral whispers for only the young man to hear, �Neither of us can go with them. You know as well as I do, don�t you? If you and I stay with them, we will only endanger our friends. It is not them that the Decepticons are after. We need to go.�

Sam swallows nervously, dreading the cold reality which Perceptor speaks of. But he knows that the mech is right. They didn�t have much time.

But there is one last thing he needs to do.

�Here!� Sam slaps his hands on the edge of the rolled down window, pushing his cell phone into Mikaela�s hand. �Bumblebee�s on speed dial. Tell him what�s going on, and the other Autobots need to know about the�things! The symbols that are running around in my head are a map! And Perceptor can read them!�

��All right.� Mikaela squeezes her hands over Sam�s, the cell phone trapped between their intertwined fingers, �Sam. Please be careful.�

Sam grins cheekily, despite the cold sweat and the dust and the black grit streaking his shirt and face, �Hey, when do I ever get into trouble?� He whispers a forced chuckle.

�Sam!� Perceptor gestures by nodding his chin in the direction of the forest, �We have to go. Now.�

�All right, I got it!� Sam squeezes Mikaela�s hand one final time, before slowly pulling away.

He doesn�t look back ― too afraid that he will lose the will to continue running in order to save the people he loves if he dares to look back one last time ― when he hears Mikaela carefully turn the car around in the driveway, racing the engine, tires rolling as fast but as safely as she can with her bleeding passenger.

Perceptor�s giant footsteps drumming beside him as the larger mech rattles with worry, the Neutral fidgeting, throwing his blue gaze over his shoulder, warily analyzing their surrounds and their escape route before they duck into the tree line. Perceptor never too far from his young charge as they flee before the rest of the Decepticons swoop down upon them.

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