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Megatron

His helmet loosely sat in his servos as he peered into the glass. Red optics stared back. They roam over the grey frame. Scratches, dents and scars are decorated it– the freshest of which still hurt. 

You had left quite a mark on him, physically and emotionally. When you had shot him, you landed a direct hit. The blast burned his outer armour and scarred the protoform underneath. He was proud that you were able to defend yourself with such quick thinking and accuracy. 

However, the impact which your memory left on him was not as positive. After they found Dreadwing in the middle of nowhere in a pool of energon, they took him to the medbay. However, when he awoke, he spouted nothing but nonsense about a rock taking you into the depths of the earth. But he knew that it was not just nonsense. 

Even through the dark haze which the blood of Unicron created, he saw your startled look, the way it turned from a look of a concerned loved one, to one of distaste of what he was. And when he went for the kill… 

His red optics met those in the mirror. "What have you done, you monster?"

There was a knock on the door.  Megatron stayed in place, not wishing to have to deal with anything at the moment.

There was a second knock. "My lord?" 

"Enter."

And so the other mech did. "Lord Megetron?"

"What is it Dreadwing?" 

"Lord Megetron, we found large traces of dark energon along a seam in the planet's crust." Megatron watched as the seeker dared to come closer in the mirror. "Amongst it, we found a new signal." 

The warlord's helm fins perked up. "Were you able to pinpoint what it was?" 

"Yes," Dreadwing gave a deep bow. "It is (Y/N)." 

Starscream

Starscream hadn't recharged a single second. Nightmares about your termination plagued his processor. Oftentimes he found himself being the reason you fell into the dark abyss below or got incinerated by a nullray. 

The seeker sat at one of the work benches with a cube of morning energon. It took all his concentration to get the cube to his derma to take a sip. His mind was clouded, just like the clouded heights he dropped you from in his first nightmare. 

"Get it together, Starscream. You are acting like some depressed lovermech who had his spark crushed by the one femme he thought he had a chance with." A small unamused chuckle rose from his tight throat as brought the cube back to his intake. 

The beep of the monitors went unregistered as the mech once again got lost in his own helm. It was not until the sound subconsciously started annoying him that he realised that someone was trying to call him. 

Scrambling up from his seat, he rushed to the monitor. By the tenth beep, he had managed to press the 'answer' button.

"Starscream! Do you read?" the voice of Ratchet came through. It sounded more hoarse than usual. 

"Yes. Wh-" 

"(Y/N) has been taken by Slipstream." 

It had to be another nightmare. Just another twisted version of events, created by his guilt-struck mind. There was no way Slipstream could have gotten to you. It was him she was after… 

Starscream suddenly had all the energy needed. "Ratchet, where did this happen? How?" 

"Five hundred clicks north of our rondevu point. She came out of nowhere, immobilized me, and took (Y/N) without a second glance my way." 

"Frag," Starscream cursed under his breath. At an incredible speed, he entered the coordinates to the spacebridge. He took two strides to the open vortex, but stood still when a question sprung up. "I cannot believe I am about to ask this…" Turning around, he cleared his throat. "Ratchet?" 

"I'm still here Starscream." 

"Yes, yes of course. Before I go I–uhm… Were you severely injured…?" 

There was a moment of tense silence. Why the frag did he ask? Of course he was severely injured! He was attacked by Slipstream! That glitch–

"I'll survive. Now go get the femme."

"I will." 

Ratchet ended the call and Starscream set out to seek out the femme– his femme. 

Soundwave

He flew as fast as his wings could carry his scraped frame. His detection hub was centred on one thing and one thing only– the twins. 

As Lazerbeak flew to Rumble and Frenzy's coordinates, he contacted their creator. It took Soundwave mere seconds after he had picked up Lazerbeak's signal to open the bond once again. Emotions and questions all burst through on all ends. 

The first thing the TIC did was get the location and status of all his family members. Ratbat and Ravage were home, Lazerbeak was inbound, and Rumble and Frenzy were separated from (Y/N) and wandering alone in some woods with no commlink signal. 

That was when Soundwave realised just how big his mistake was. 

A new wave of panic overcame them all. Soundwave immediately opened a bridge for his two second youngest creations. "Pops!" "She has her!" "Mom was taken!" "We have to save her!" 

Each word was like a stab to his spark. Soundwave bent down in front of them, checking them over and finding very little injuries. "Query: What happened?" 

"It was her!" "It was Arachnid!" "She wanted to hurt us–" "–but Mom begged her to let us go–" "–in exchange for her!" 

As the information sunk in, Soundwave's spark started to race. He got Lazerbeak back, only to lose you. The bird-minicon at least had a spark signature, something he could track him with, but you had nothing, not even your cellphone which you left there. 

The whirring of Lazerbeak drew everyone's attention. The bird flapped his wings and came to a stop on his usual perch in the corner of the room where he caught his breath. Through the bond, he told them the story of what Arachnid had done. 

*"I know where Mom is."*

Soundwave's mask came off as he looked each one of his creations in the optics. "Then we will save her." When his violet gaze met Lazerbeak's, he nodded. "Come, latch on to me and show us the way."

Knockout

"Here's the next pile of datapad-work Sir." 

"Put them down in the corner."

The group of vehicons did as the doctor said. Three stacks of datapads, all containing notes, reports and orders from Knockout's now superior medical officer. When done, the three vehicons saluted and walked out of his new, cramped living quarters. 

Knockout sighed. The new place was dull and lifeless. This partially due to the lack of colourful posters, decor and bedding that he had in his old room (he had to get rid of some of it and the rest had yet to be taken out of the containers), and partially because of his lack of good company. Perhaps he could call you and apologize? Frag, even the lack of patients he had to deal with was getting to him.

Then again, these days he was too busy filing paperwork and looking over to-do lists and schedules than he was patching up soldiers and doing regular checkups. Word in the hallways says that many of the troops miss him as their physician. He may not have been the nicest or the best, but at least he didn't creep everyone out or simply left them to die if they were seen as 'less important'. 

Placing the final datapad on the 'complete' pile, Knockout stretched. "No use in taking a break now." He got up and retrieved one of three piles. "I might be able to make a dent in this if I work for seven joors strai–" 

The heading of the subject on the first datapad sent his spark into a twist. In bold, uppercase letters were the words 'human experimentation'. The date at the top showed that it was written recently. The mech's servos started quivering.

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HUMAN EXPERIMENTATION

LOG 15                   

SUBJECT: (Y/N) (L/N)

SPECIES: Human

GENDER: Female

STATE: Inconclusive

The serum works as expected. The subject may be immobilized, but has strong brain activity, showing that the switch from organic matter to a fully functioning processor was a success. Heart (now spark) rate is at a steady rhythm. 

This is not what I wanted. 

The subject should be in more pain. I want the doctor to suffer when he hears her screams.

Not that he had tried to find her for the time that she was missing. 

How disappointing.

But perhaps it is for the best.

You couldn't save her even if you tried, Knockout.

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The chair gave way under him, leaving the mech broken on the floor. "Primus please...no… I can't lose another person I care about." 

Breakdown

He couldn't do it. He couldn't stay away from you. 

Breakdown had spoken to your three vehicon friends. All three agreed that he couldn't just leave you without ever having contact with him (or them) ever again. So, with some scrounging around and Kevin's amazing tinkering skills, they managed to make a weak spark signature concealer which was just good enough to keep the poor experienced humans at M.E.C.H from picking up anything. 

Once it was set up, Breakdown went to your house. He made sure to take the long way for some time to think up an apology speech. First off: he would have to handle some pretty snappy words, then some tears, some hits and, most likely, a shoe to the hood. Then, once you were calmer, he would spout out all of his conflicting feelings and tell you what a big idiot he was. 

"Heh. Nothing new there…" he mused as he turned into your street. "Maybe I should have gotten her flower or–" As soon as Breakdown neared your house, he knew something was off. He sped up. Pulling up the building, he started getting worried. 

There were tire marks on the road and the door was not only open, but completely gone. Hurriedly he activated his holoform and got out. Breakdown ran inside, almost slipping on the crumpled floor mat. "(Y/N)!?" You gave no answer, sending his heart racing. 

"(Y/N)!!!?" 

"I am afraid that miss (L/N) isn't home." 

The man's head shot from side to side, searching for the leader of M.E.C.H. "Where is she!? What did you do with her!?" 

"Nothing we haven't done to you."

Breakdown's caught the tablet with Silas's ugly face on it. His nose was bruised. Had you done that? "You dirty fragger! If you hurt her-!" 

"Then you would not be able to do anything to stop us. But, if you truly think you can…" 

A set of coordinates replaced the image of the M.E.C.H leader. 

"Come and get her." 

Predaking

The three predacons were each busy with their own activities. Darksteel and Skylynx were catching up on the more modern day lifestyle and how to behave amongst other people while Predaking read a story about knights. 

Shockwave entered and everyone instantly became on edge. To any regular mech, there were no shifts in attitude or emotion when it came to the scientist, but to the predacons who had heightened senses, there was a clear difference between a placid and pissed Shockwave.

As the purple coloured mech took up his vials for an experiment, Predaking took the chance to find out what was going on. "Shockwave, what has happened? You seem… troubled." 

His one optic stayed on his work. "One of my latest inventions has been stolen by a mech known as Lockdown." 

Predaking felt a tinge of anger bubbling to the surface. "What was this invention?"

"A new ray," Shockwave mixed two chemical mixtures together. It fizzed and turned a dark brown."It was specially designed to merge organic material with CNA."

Darksteel gritted his teeth. "Who does this 'Lockdown' believe he is to take something like that from our own?" 

The brown liquid ceased its fizzing and Shockwave placed it over a burner. "He is a bounty hunter with an unhealthy obsession with mods and weaponry. His favourite of which are his cloaking devices."

"Where was he last seen?"

"Fifteen clicks west of our current position." 

Predaking became quiet. West… That was where he lost your trail. With no time to spare, the predacon transformed and flew off, knocking down some glass containers. 

"Predaking." "Brother!" "King! Where are you going?!"

The others called out to him, but he did not reply. 

He had to find you.