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Runaway	By : MissShelz Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 3870 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers . I only own the OCs and the plot. I make absolutely no profit from this story.

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            Megatron was not a happy mech. In fact it was safe to say he was downright livid. One of his favorite pets, one that he had been preparing to make his human mate, had escaped. She had had help, but he wasn’t sure who. Even Soundwave was clueless as to the identity of her helper, though he was working diligently to discover who it was. Whoever it was had covered his tracks well.
            So when Megatron was in a foul mood it meant someone was going to pay. Usually it was Starscream. For some reason the Seeker just couldn’t seem to keep out of Megatron’s path. He took a hell of an aft kicking and Knock Out was usually the one to repair him, much to both his and Knock Out’s displeasure. Though it was said that it was better being treated by Knock Out than the little creepy sadistic Scalpel.
            “STARSCREAM!” Megatron’s loud growl echoed throughout the human built base, sending many of the humans and mechs scrambling for cover. The SIC looked as if he was about to disappear himself but before he could a large clawed hand reached out and grabbed him by the throat. Starscream let out a soft sound as he was hoisted into the air and slammed against the wall, sparks flying briefly as his armor scraped against the surface.
            “What…troubles you…Lord Megatron?” he managed to squeak out, his red optics showing his terror. Megatron pushed his face into the terrified mech’s, his own optics blazing with fury and more than a hint of madness.
            “She’s gone you fool!” he snarled. Starscream made a choking sound as Megatron’s claws tightened on his throat dangerously.
            “Forgive…me…master. I…can…find her,” he managed to get out. Megatron seemed to be considering it before suddenly loosening his grip and allowing the Seeker to fall to the ground.
            “See that you do…and find the traitor that helped her!” he growled before turning and stalking away. Starscream stood slowly, rubbing at his throat as Thundercracker and Skywarp joined him.
            “What’s so special about one insignificant human female?” Thundercracker asked. Starscream shot him a dangerous look.
“That female is the one that Lord Megatron was going to take for his mate. Though he’s cracked in the processor if you ask me,” he muttered. Skywarp snickered.
“Wouldn’t let him hear you say that ‘Screamer,” he smirked as he ducked the Trine leader’s sudden swipe.
            “DON’T CALL ME THAT!”

To say that the Autobot leader was impressive was an understatement. All Brie could do was stare up at the mech, who was listening intently to what Will and Epps were relaying. When they were through he turned his kind blue optics on her and she tensed slightly. She didn’t know what to expect from this mech, thus it was best to remain on alert.
“You have nothing to fear here Brianna,” he said, his deep voice soothing as he kneeled down to her level. Brie blinked at his words, though she remained on alert. How she wished she could believe those words! Sadly hope and trust had been beaten out of her long ago.
“I…I’m sure that’s true I just…” her voice trailed off weakly and Optimus nodded his head slightly in understanding.
“You have been through a lot. Trust is hard to do when you have suffered as you have,” he replied. Brie lowered her head, tears prickling at her eyes. She wished she could listen to her instincts, which were screaming that he could be trusted. Her head though reminded her that this being was so much stronger than she was and could easily bring her under control or even kill her with one simple finger.
“I know you don’t believe me but in time you will see that we are not like the Decepticons,” he said quietly. Brie wiped at her eyes and nodded.
“I…I-I’m sorry,” she whispered. She flinched as she felt a hand on her shoulder then realized that it was just Epps.
“Don’t be sorry Brie we understand completely. Come on; let’s get you settled in a room. You can see Ratchet in the morning,” he said. Brie’s eyes widened as she stiffened completely. She had heard of the medic and his ‘bedside’ manner. Rumor was that he was even worse than Scalpel. Her next words brought laughter from everyone, including Optimus.
“I h-have t-to see the Hatchet?”

Barricade slipped out of the base and transformed, driving off underneath the cover of the night. Several miles away he came to a stop and waited. A few minutes later the air across from him shimmered as Mirage came into view. He had known that the spy had infiltrated the base some time ago. Just as he was aware that Jazz was even lurking around every now and then. The mysterious ‘malfunctions’ of certain sensitive machinery had all the signs of being tampered with by an expert. Despite all of their tricks their machines continued to mysteriously malfunction. Many times he had heard Megatron cursing the name of the Autobot saboteur.
“The femme made it safely?” the mech growled as he transformed. Mirage tipped his head elegantly in acknowledgment.
“I steered Major Lennox and Sargent Epps to her location personally,” he replied haughtily. Barricade rolled his optics. The mech might be a damn fine spy but he had retained all of the arrogance of the noble that he had once been.
“Make sure she remains safe. I didn’t risk my aft to see her recaptured for further abuse,” he snapped. Mirage eyed him coolly. He had observed Barricade taking great care to protect the female. He had shown no signs of wishing to interface with her, as other mechs did. So what was his connection to her?
“You seem very concerned for this particular human’s safety,” he stated. Barricade glared at him. He hated having anyone questioning his motives. Especially since he himself didn’t really understand them.
“She’s…special,” was all he said. Before Mirage could ask anything more Barricade transformed.
“Keep her safe. Otherwise it’s your aft I’ll have,” he snarled before driving off. Mirage stared after the mech for a moment before shaking his head and cloaking himself again. There was just no understanding that Con.

High above, three Seekers hovered. They had been out searching for any clues to the girl’s disappearance when they had spotted Barricade leaving the base. Curious and eager to get dirt on the mech that would discredit him in the Decepticon leader’s optics, Starscream had trailed after him, Skywarp and Thundercracker following close behind. They had watched and listened to the meeting and it was only after the two had gone that the SIC began to cackle wildly.
“Well, now we know who helped the girl,” he smirked.
“For what reason though?” Skywarp asked. He simply couldn’t understand why a seemingly loyal Decepticon would betray them to the Autobots. Thundercracker snorted.
“Barricade always made me suspicious,” he said. Starscream said nothing as the three turned and flew back to base. Starscream could hardly wait to tell Megatron what he had learned. Surely now he would see that the Con needed to be offlined. It was something he had been trying to achieve for longer than he could remember. Now he had the very means to end the miserable slagger’s existence and nothing was going to prevent him from doing so!

The dreams woke her as always. Sitting up abruptly, the tears that had been falling while she was in slumber, Brianna felt panic rocket through her. She looked around wildly. This wasn’t her room! Where was she? She whimpered as she realized that she had overslept. She would have to work even harder to make up for her laziness!
“Brianna? You awake?” the sound of Will’s voice called through the door and events came flooding back to her. She relaxed slightly as she threw back the covers and slid from the bed.
“I’m awake. Give me a moment,” she called back. She pulled out a fresh set of clothing and quickly changed, smoothing down her hair as best she could before walking over and opening the door. She blushed slightly at the approving look in the male’s eyes.
“You look nice Brie,” he smiled. She ducked her head shyly and Will chuckled softly.
“Come on, you have a date with the doctor,” he said. Brie tensed as she peeked up at Will.
“H-He won’t hurt me will he?” she whimpered as the stories of his reputation and her experiences with Scalpel flashed through her mind. Seeing her fear, Will hastened to reassure her.
“Autobots don’t harm humans. He might be grumpy and have a tendency to throw things at mechs that annoy him, but he won’t hurt you,” he promised. Brie eyed him cautiously but allowed him to lead her down the hall towards the med bay. Here and there she saw soldiers going about their routines and she had to admire the efficiency and how well they seemed to get along with each other. The Cons were always fighting and backstabbing each other was a common occurrence.
She always caught glimpses of other Autobots and again felt her nervousness rising. She had the Decepticon symbol tattooed blatantly on her upper right arm, clear for all to see. She could only wonder how they felt having a Con slave walking free among them. She shuddered. She knew how an Autobot sympathizer would be treated at the Decepticon base.
“Don’t worry Brie, everything’s ok,” Will said, again sensing the girl’s growing fear. Given the stories Mirage had brought back he could clearly imagine what she had been through. No wonder she was so scared of everything.
They arrived at the med bay and it was there that Brie balked. She came to a dead stop at the door and refused to go inside. For her, med bay meant pain and there was no way in hell she was going to willingly submit herself to that. Will sighed.
“Brianna, Ratchet will not hurt you,” he said.
“No he won’t because I’m NOT going in there!” she hissed as she stamped her foot for good measure. The soldier couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.
“Brianna, I give you my solemn word that nothing is going to happen to you,” Will said as he tried to wipe the amusement from his face. Unfortunately the next set of events made him rethink his statement.
“Get back in here Jazz!” the sound of the medic’s annoyed shout reached their ears and Will pulled the startled young woman out of the way just in time as the Autobot sized door opened and a small silver blur rushed past them. Her eyes widened at the name as she watched the laughing mech disappear around a corner. He was another name that was bandied about, both in awe and in terror. He was the mech that you never saw coming. He could be in and out of an area before the first set of explosives went off. His stealth and cunning were both feared and respected by most Cons and Brie had heard talk of trying to convert him to the Decepticon side. She jumped as a white and red mech stepped into the doorway, a scowl on his face as he stared in the direction that Jazz had gone.
“Pit spawned pain in the aft…when I get my hands on him…” Ratchet’s mumbles trailed off as he caught sight of Will and the frozen young woman. Realizing that this was obviously the girl that had been brought in the previous evening he again cursed Jazz. He had been hoping to make his first meeting with her as non-threatening as possible. He should have known better. If it wasn’t Jazz causing havoc it was the two sets of twins.
“Good morning Major Lennox. This must be Brianna,” he said as he knelt down slowly. He saw the girl stiffen even further, her face paling as she attempted to take a step back. Only the firm grip Will had on her arm prevented her from breaking free and fleeing.
“Good morning Ratchet. I see your day has already started off well,” he chuckled. Another scowl crossed the mech’s face and Brianna shivered. That look usually precluded a round of painful experiments. Sensing her fear, Ratchet cleared the expression from his face as he focused on her.
“I apologize for the racket Brianna. Jazz is…” his voice trailed off as he tried to think of the appropriate word.
“A handful. He’s the Autobot’s TIC and the expert saboteur. As you can see he has a very laid back attitude,” Will supplied. Ratchet nodded in appreciation at his words. He saw the young girl begin to relax and resisted the urge to vent softly. He was going to have to have patience when dealing with this human. She had suffered who knows what horrors and obviously was terrified of med bays.
“He…is highly respected and feared in the Con ranks,” she murmured quietly. Will laughed even as Ratchet smirked. It was good to know that their reputations were reaching the appropriate ears or audial receptors.
“Dare I ask about my reputation?” the mech asked, curious. Her answer drew shouts of laughter from Jazz, who had lingered nearby, and a pair of pranking twins.
“The most feared medic that any Con would do anything to avoid meeting. They say that your nickname of ‘Hatchet’ is well earned.”
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