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Runaway	By : MissShelz Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 3867 -:- 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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            Ratchet’s words continued to loop through Brie’s mind as she picked at her breakfast. She was aware of Sam and Mikaela’s worried looks and she forced a wan smile to her face. She couldn’t shake the feeling that she was about to be on the receiving end of a harsh punishment. She was actually daring to sit and eat with other humans instead of serving them and waiting for the scraps.
            “Come on Brie you need to eat,” Mikaela said, her concern over the young girl’s fragile state clouding her voice. Brie sighed softly.
            “It doesn’t feel right,” she murmured. Sam frowned at the statement.
            “What doesn’t feel right?” he finally asked. Brie set her fork aside as she fixed her gaze on the table.
            “I shouldn’t be eating yet. There’s so much work to be done. I really don’t want to upset anyone by slacking off,” she replied. There was a sound of forks clattering down onto the table and Brie tensed. She had reminded the couple of her status and now she was going to pay for forgetting her place.
            “Brie…” Mikaela’s voice trailed off. She just didn’t know what to say. The girl had been through a rigid schedule from the moment she had been captured by the ‘Cons. The fact that it had obviously been humans who had done the greatest mental and emotional damage so far was something that neither Sam nor Mikaela cared to think too much about.
            “Brie, you don’t have to worry about work here. We all pitch in. For the moment your duty is to simply relax and focus on getting better,” Will said as he and Epps joined them at the table. Brie glanced up quickly before glancing back down again, fidgeting.
            “I can’t. It’s my job to serve you. Please…let me do my job! I don’t want to get in trouble!” Brie’s voice began to tremble and grow in volume, attracting attention. Mikaela immediately put a soothing hand on the shaking young woman’s arm.
            “Brie no one’s going to hurt you. Why is this so important to you?” Will asked. Brie shook her head. There was no way to describe why she felt so panicked. All she knew was that she needed to return to her daily routine or she would be punished. Lord Megatron would be unhappy with her for slacking off.
            “I...can’t!” with those anguished words Brie jumped up from the table and fled from the room, startling everyone. Will stood to go after her, only to be stopped by a hand on his arm from Mikaela.
            “Let her go Will. She’s overwhelmed. We can approach her when she calms down,” she said quietly. Will looked indecisive for a moment before sighing and sitting back down. He reached for his own fork before setting it back down again.
            “I wish I knew what those bastards did to her!” he growled as he slammed a hand down on the table. Sam and Mikaela jumped, startled by the soldier’s sudden movement. Only Epps seemed unfazed, though the look on his face suggested that he was as angry as Will was.
            “Why don’t we ask Mirage or Jazz? They were there quite a bit,” Sam suggested. Will started at the young boy before jumping up and rushing from the room. Epps exchanged looks with Sam and Mikaela and as one they stood to follow the soldier. Those two mechs were the only two, outside of Brie, who could give them a hint as to what the girl had gone through and how they could possibly help her.

            Brie found herself standing before the med bay, unsure of whether to knock or just enter. She knew Ratchet had wanted to see her and she knew from experience that trying to avoid the medics when they wanted to examine you meant an even more painful experience when they finally did track you down. Ratchet didn’t seem to be that type, though she was sure that some Autobots would disagree. She blinked as the door opened and she found herself staring at one of Ratchet’s legs.
            “Brianna I must admit that this is a surprise. Most of my patients usually have to be dragged her kicking and screaming,” he chuckled as he knelt down to offer her a hand. Brie stepped onto it silently and Ratchet frowned as he did a quick scan on her. Her blood pressure was elevated and her heartbeat was increased. She was obviously under a great deal of stress. From what though he wasn’t sure. Being freed from Decepticon slavery should have made her more relaxed not even more stressed out.
            “Yeah I figured I’d be one of your easier ones. No sense in trying to avoid the inevitable,” she replied quietly. Ratchet carried her over to one of the examination berths and set her down gently. She made no attempt to move and Ratchet grew even more concerned. The tremors wracking her body turned into full blown shudders and he stepped back to examine her. The girl was obviously terrified of him and he didn’t know how to handle her without furthering her fear.
            “Brianna, I will not hurt you,” he said softly. Brianna wrapped her arms around herself and nodded, though she refused to look up at him.
            “Please…c-can we get this over with?” she whispered. Ratchet vented softly and nodded.
            “All right Brianna I’m going to run a few surface scans before moving onto the deeper ones. You let me know at any time if you feel uncomfortable or are in pain and I’ll stop. We can talk afterwards,” he said as his voice cooled into the normal detached mode that he used most often on the humans that came to him. He found that using a professional voice helped them feel at ease. He saved his usual grumpy bedside manner for the mechs that were foolish enough to injure themselves doing stupid things or glitched enough to try and avoid their scheduled checkups.
            Brie forced herself to remain still as Ratchet began the scans. They weren’t painful, unlike Scalpel’s; the little demented crab thing seemed to enjoy inflicting as much pain as he could. No, Ratchet’s produced more of a tingling feeling than anything and she felt herself relaxing somewhat. Though she was a wreck wondering just exactly what he was going to find.
            Ratchet himself was disturbed by the results that he was receiving. He subtly deepened the scans, keeping a close watch to ensure that Brie wasn’t feeling any pain. Satisfied that she was doing ok, he focused his attention on his findings.
            ‘What in the name of Primus were they doing?’ he thought in horror as he examined the results. He finished the scans and straightened, turning away quickly so that she was unable to see the dark look on his face.
            “Brianna, how have you been feeling lately?” he asked, keeping his voice cool and professional, though it was hard. He was angry, not at the young girl, but for her. The ‘Cons had been obviously tampering with human biology, for what purpose he still didn’t know. Whatever the reason they had drastically altered Brie and only time and careful monitoring would tell what the effects would be. Brie frowned at the question.
            “No different than usual. Just tired and draggy. That’s only because I don’t sleep much,” she replied. Ratchet nodded, making notes on a datapad that seemed to appear from nowhere.
            “How is your appetite? You are much too thin for your height,” he said sternly. Brie shrugged slightly, though she was a bit nervous at his tone. Had she angered him just by being too thin?
            “I usually don’t eat much. By the time I’m through with my chores there’s not much left. That’s ok though, Lord Megatron doesn’t like humans who are too plump,” she replied. She flinched as a growl emerged from Ratchet before he could stop it.
            “You don’t have to worry about that here. I want you to have at least five or six small meals a day. It’s best to break it up so you don’t over eat and make yourself ill. This will ensure that you gain a healthy weight and receive the proper nutrients as well,” he said as he fixed his piercing gaze on her. Brie nodded slightly, though she didn’t see how that was going to be possible.
            Ratchet studied the young girl carefully. Though she was too thin, she was obviously a fully grown female. She had developed according to her genes, but there was one major factor that troubled him. Most humans her age had a monthly cycle. It was a part of the human female reproduction process. His scans turned up evidence that she suffered no such things, though it was obvious that she was highly fertile. Whatever the Cons had been up to they had altered her reproduction processes. Even more disturbing was the way her organs seemed to have been altered as well. It was as if they were being readied for conception and Ratchet somehow felt that it wasn’t for human conception. The ‘Cons were attempting to make the human females compatible with Cybertronians for the purpose of reproducing. It was enough to make the medic see red as the humans would say. It was a violation of the worst kind and now Ratchet could understand Brie’s fear of medics. The process would have been extremely painful and with Scalpel doing the experiments…it was a wonder that he could get anywhere near Brie at all.
            “Brianna I know this next question is highly uncomfortable for you but…have you had your monthly cycle since being captured?” he asked gently. Brie blushed to the roots of her hair and fixed her gaze firmly on the surface underneath her feet. She felt the weight of the mech’s stare on her and she squirmed in embarrassment.
            “Not…not since the first few months after my capture. When we were settled the females were brought to Scalpel to begin the experiments,” she whispered. Ratchet nodded abruptly as his concerns were cemented.
            “What exactly did he do?” he asked. Brie began to shake violently, the memories trying to crowd her mind. Ratchet immediately picked up on her distress and quickly activated his holoform. He reached out and caught her just as she began to collapse, easing her onto the berth gently.
            “I…I c-can’t. P-Please…” she whispered, curling up into a protective fetal position. Ratchet cursed as he deactivated his holoform and reached for a small syringe.
            “It’s ok Brianna you don’t have to tell me. I’m going to give you something to help you rest,” he said soothingly as he again activated the holoform and approached with the syringe. Brie made no attempt to avoid it, barely flinching as he injected it as gently as he could. He backed off and watched carefully as Brie began to relax. Within moments the sedative was taking effect and Brie’s eyes began to droop. He deactivated his holoform and vented softly as the girl finally slipped into a drug induced slumber. He heard the med bay door open and turned to Optimus, who had been summoned during the examination by a silent com from Ratchet.
            “How is she?” he asked, his gaze landing on the now peacefully sleeping young woman. Ratchet shook his head, his optics dark with anger.
            “Physically, she’s in good shape; with the exception of being under nourished and lack of decent rest. Optimus, the ‘Cons were performing some disturbing experiments,” he replied. Optimus turned his attention to him, though he moved to cup a large hand protectively around Brie.
            “What kind of experiments?” he asked. Ratchet shrugged slightly.
            “I can’t say for sure. I do know that whatever they were it was designed to alter human reproduction abilities,” he growled. Optimus looked startled at the implications.
            “You don’t mean…” his voice trailed off helplessly as Ratchet dipped his head sharply.
            “Brianna was exposed to the Allspark…multiple times. The worst of it though…” Ratchet paused for a moment to gain control of his anger before continuing.
            “The worst of it is the fact that she has been operated on without permission. Optimus, they have placed a small part of the Allspark within her,” he said. Optimus growled deeply, his optics flashing.
            “What…effect is this having on her?” he asked, curling his hand even more around the fragile human, as if to protect her from Ratchet’s words. Ratchet fixed his gaze on Optimus. His next words underscored just how uncertain the unconscious young woman’s future was.
            “I honestly do not know Optimus. All I can say for certainty is that her internal organs have been altered. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that they were preparing to undergo a transformation.”
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