^^Credit to the artist of this drawing!!(and guess what. Still not me)^^

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Your optics slowly flicker online, and a yawn forces its way through you dermas. Sitting up from your uncomfortable position on the dusty ground, you look around to realise that everyone other than Bumblebee is gone.

"Hey fearless leader, where is everyone?" You stand up and walk over to the yellow and black mech, who in turn, sighs at your approach.

It's been one earth month since you were 'captured' and the Autobot's have had a rather interesting life that you could see.

"Out." His curt answer only raises more questions.

"Why no guard?" The mech turns around to face you as you ask another question.

"He's standing right here. Now please let me work and stay out of trouble Nightlock."

Oh. Maybe he's tired too? Why else would he leave me without a guard? He does know what I can do after all.

"Multiple weapons are now stashed in different places around the scrapyard to keep you in one general area. Thats why you don't have a guard." Realisation hits you like a semitruck.

"So that's what the humans and Fixit were working on."
With a short chuckle at your expression, Bumblebee turns back around to continue working on something.

"Hey Bee, can I help with something at least?" You move forwards to stand beside the yellow and black mech and look down at the spearlike weapon on the Cybertronian sized workbench.

"No. Now go bug one of the humans or something.  Sing if you want to." With a sigh, you turn away and slowly walk away back to your little corner.

"Now what.."

"Hey Bee! We need you! Sending coordinates." Sideswipe's voice came over the comm in the crashed ship, and with a groan, the mech named turns towards the entrance to the scrap yard.

"Can you stay out of trouble please while I deal with this?"
He rubs absentmindedly at the back of his helm, and you smirk with a nod of your helm.
"As you wish oh great and fearless leader."

Bee booked it the second you had started to speak.
"Dont worry." You mumble under your breath. "I totally won't touch anything."

"Hey Bumblebee! I have an idea core. More. FOR! The Decepticon hunter spear!" The orange bot followed by Denny and Russel come out of the wreaked ship,  with parts loaded in their arms.

"Sorry shortstacks. Fearless got a comm from Sideswipe so he went to help. Looks like you're stuck with me to help." With a devious smirk, you kneel to be closer to their level.

"Absolutely not! That would not be safe for Denny and Russel." The orange minicon snaps back and the two humans start climbing the ladder to the top of Bee's  workbench.

Fixit looks annoyed at the ladder, and with a snort, you pick him up and drop him on the table.
"Let me help Fixit. I'm going to rust away to nothing if I'm always stuck in that corner. " You look down pleadingly at the orange mech and he sighs.

"Fine. But do exactly what I say."
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"No! That has to go here! Denny, get more oil, Russel help him."
With each or your respective groans, you all hurry to complete the tasks given to you by the minicon.

Why did I get myself into this...

The gate opens, and you turn at the sound.

"Decepticon!" An unfamiliar orange and black mech charges forwards the nanosecond he spots your Decepticon symbol on your shoulderplate.

"What? Where?" You look around to see only the bots now entering the scrapyard, Fixit and the two humans. Realisation dawns on you.

"Wait! I can explain!"
But it's too late and the mech slices at you with a sword, and misses, bumping into the workbench.

Ducking under it, you lunge to catch Russel as he falls off the bench from the jolt and manage to grab him by the hoodie with your pointed digits.

Looking back up from your position on the ground, a yelp escapes your dermas as the sword is thrusted down at you.
You roll away and set Russel on top on the ramps to the ship.

"Stop attacking ME! I'm a prisoner sort of!" You duck under another swipe of his sword and come back up inches from his chassis.
Swiveling around, you grab his servo with the sword as it nears your neck.

"Drift stop! She's ok!" Bumblebee rushes forwards, but it's too late and your old training flashes through your processor.

With a yell, you drop to the ground from his grip and kick out one pede to knock the orange and black bot's pedes out from under him. He falls, almost on top of you but you roll away as he faceplants into the dust.

Jumping back, you straddle his backstruts, and manage hold his own sword to the back of his neck for a few nanoseconds before you're picked off of him by a large black hand belonging to a large green and black dinobot.

"He started it! I was only defending myself so let me go!" You struggle in Grimlock's grip and Bumblebee and Strongarm help up the new bot.

"Where's Russel!?" Denny shouts at you from the workbench and Russel waves to get his sire's attention from his spot on the ship.

"Over here dad!"

"Drift, that's Y/n. She's not here to fight. We just need to get a stasis pod ready for her."

"Oh! Bumblebee! That's what I wanted to tell you! I have a stasis pod ready!" All optics turn to you as the orange minicon exclaims excitedly from the workbench.

Fear trickles through your system like ice, and your optics widen of their own accord. "W-wait what..?"

There's a sympathetic look from Russel, and Bumblebee looks almost guilty. Behind him, Strongarm looks as if she is about to protest, and Sideswipe places his servos on his hips, his face in an unreadable expression

Somehow you had manage to form bonds with the members of team Bee, and a bit of unfamiliar warmth sparks in your chest.

"She needs to be fixed! Drift cut her neck with his sword!" You jerk in the dinobot's grip as he quickly interjects his thoughts in the matter.

"Yes! Her neck. It must be fixed." Strongarm looks to Bumblebee who sighs with a nod.

"Fine. But once Y/n is fixed, she goes to the pod."

I have to escape! I should have stayed in stasis this morning....

You put on a brave face as Sideswipe and Strongarm bring you to Fixit's corner. Laying on the ground, you hesitantly dim your optics, not wanting to see whats happening, and offline your audio sensors.

The sounds of Fixit approaching and the two tall bots leaving fade away as your audio sensors go offline, and you jerk slightly as you feel Fixit's welder on your sentitive neck cables.

Your servos clench to fists as a memory washes over you.

~
"Are you sure that'll work?" Coil's worried voice reached your audio sensors as you leaned over his neck.
But it wasn't his voice.

"Yes Coil. Do yu even want your own voice back?" The orange and red mech sighed before entering stasis.

With that as a yes, you quickly grabbed a knife and opened his neck. You detached the wires connecting his voice box and placed the broken metal sphere on the table next to you. Grabbing the one next to it, you turned back to Coil, who lay silently on the berth, and put the new voice box in his throat, maneuvering around his main energon lines and reattached the wires to the new voice box.
Welding the layers of warm metal back, you moved to tap a sensitive spot on the back of his helm and sent a quick jolt through his system to bring him out of stasis.

"Well? How's it feel?" You spread your arms as you showed him the old broken voicebox and he shook his head. Tapping his throat frantically.

"What? Wait are you mute now?! Did I really mess up that badly?!" Dread overcame your systems before realising something. "Actually, thats not too bad. Maybe it'll be a little quieter around here now.

"Y/n?!" He yelled out with a laugh.
With his voice.

You both erupted into laughter as he snapped back at you.
"It was a joke! I wanted to see if you would actually be afraid. Slaggit." He pouted as he slid off the berth to stretch, his frame being taller than yours.
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"Y/n?" A jolt goes through your system as someone taps the back of your helm. Snapping a servo back, you pull the minicon away from your helm.

"If you shock me I will bury you alive."