This chapter will be much longer then usual, and I'll publish the next chapter almost at the same time, since I don't want to leave my lovely readers on another cliffhanger. So here's a very long chapter you might as well enjoy.

This took a while, hope it's good.

First it was one, now there's two.

I run, I duck, I dodge but I didn't do one thing.
Fight.

A blast hit my shoulder, unprepared and taken by surprise I fall forward, the floor hitting my chest.

I felt something snake around my ankle, dragging me back as I clawed the ground, not willing to go with him.

I kicked out my leg, resulting in nothing as I tried to drag myself forward, but I kept on getting pulled back.

I draw my sword, letting go of the floor and turning so my back was on the floor, reaching to my leg and cutting at the appendage that tied itself to my leg.

Soundwave stumbles back in suprise, lifting his wounded tentacle and clutching it between his servos, before his cold glaze is turned to me.

Before he could eject any more tentadrills I run, scurrying up and running as fast I can.

I see the doors that lead to the hanger which then lead to the airfield, I'm almost free.

Before I can make it to the door, I run into a silver chest, falling backwards and landing on my aft. I look up to see Megatron.

I grit together my dentas, I normally would be able to fight him off, maybe even win, but not with the way I currently am.

I turn my helm, seeing Soundwave with - what could almost be described as - a glare.

"No where to run Sundown, give yourself in and we may be gentle with the fragile seeker body."

"Fragile? Just see how fragile I really am. I ain't gonna give myself in, you should know that."

He waves a servo "fine then." He draws his sword.

~ 3rd Person POV

The several Autobots walk through the ground bridge, guns aimed but spotting no Decepticons.

Optimus frowns beneath his face mask, Sundown should be here by now. He'd brought with him Bumblebee, Arcee and Wheeljack who wasn't going to take 'no' as an answer.

"Where is she?" Bumblebee beeps, looking around.

"She must be stuck inside." Optimus speaks, not one to leave one of their own behind. "We are going to go into to look for her."

"Suicide mission," Wheeljack shrugs "I like it."

Optimus ignores his comment, "We'll spilt up, Bumblebee and I will go together while you two stick together, comm the others if you find her, we must be quick and silent about this, they won't know we're here, yet."

The other three nod and they move forward, entering the nemesis there were two ways to go, Bumblebee and Optimus went left while Arcee and Wheeljack went right.

Arcee and Wheeljack kept on moving forward, avoiding cameras in the corners and contact with drones, they checked every room as they kept on moving forward.

"So why'd you want to come along?" Arcee asks Wheeljack, opening a door and pointing her blaster in, empty.

Another storage room.

"Why not?" Wheeljack replies, grunting.

"Because, you normally don't stick around for this long, but ever since Sundown came along, you've stayed around, went on missions with her, now your sticking your neck out for her."

Wheeljack grunts at this, what does she know?

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked her."

He ignores the last comment, opening a door and pointing in his blaster, finding it empty of Decepticons.

But what surprises him is the energon stained walls.

He walks in, optics widened slightly. Chains hung on the walls, on the floor and a small platform was in the middle, chains on it for holding down an Autobot and a table next to it, full of torture instruments.

"Wow." Was all he could say, some of the energon wasn't even dry, it were fresh, as if someone was in here recently.

"I reckon Sundown was in here." Arcee spoke, softly as she looked around. "Who else's stains would that be?"

Wheeljack turned away, "let's go see if she's somewhere else." He walked away, his fists clenched.

She seemed fine when Ratchet talked to her, at least that's what he said. Surely she's not too injured.

Wheeljack hadn't realised he had walked down the corridor and almost bumped into Knockout and Breakdown.

Arcee grabs Wheeljack, pushing him against the wall as they walked by, Knockout limping and Breakdown helping support his weight. "I swear to Primus I'm going to hunt down the fragging Autobot!" Knockout snarled, as Wheeljack and Arcee saw his injuries.

"Don't worry," Breakdown spoke "they've already caught her trying to escape." He chuckles "Megatron and Soundwave trapped her, she couldn't fight them both off, not with the state she was in."

"Yet she almost killed me!" Knockout's voice yells, now starting to fade.

"Yet you live. Just be glad she didn't kill you when she had the chance." Their voices fade away and Arcee pokes her helm out, looking both ways.

"Okay, she's been caught, we need to find out where they are holding her."

Wheeljack thinks for a second. "Follow my lead."

He walks, as silently as he can towards the direction the two Decepticons went, listening to the conversation, Knockout was still fuming. "Don't worry," Breakdown said again "they are killing her in the throne room. But unfortunate for you, you don't get to watch."

Wheeljack turns and walks back towards Arcee, "throne room, where the pit is that?"

Arcee shrugs "do you really think I'll know? Let's just keep on moving, we might be able to find it."

Arcee takes the lead while Wheeljack follows, ready to back her up.

They continued their search, coming up empty.

"I just got a com from Optimus, we need to go." Arcee spoke.

Wheeljack grabbed her upper arm "we're not leaving without her. She didn't leave me to the Decepticons, I sure as pits aren't leaving her."

"So that's what it is, repaying a debt." Arcee shook his servo off. "Alright, I'll help you out, but you owe me."

Wheeljack shrugs "whatever."

"Let me go you low life little fraggers!"

Both Wheeljack and Arcee both quickly hid, hearing footsteps coming in their direction and a scrapping sound.

"We have orders." A drone replies to the femme, Sundown, as she continued trying to break free of their hold.

Arcee, being the smallest and less noticeable peeked out from the corner where she hid, watching as Sundown was dragged by an energon rope that was wrapping around the stasis cuffs she wore, one on her servos and one on her ankles joints.

Her back was being scratched along the floor, a horrid metallic sound as she struggled to get free, an energon trail following her. She then stopped, her frame limp.

Panicked the drones were instructed to keep her alive, they stopped, letting go of the rope as Arcee also began to internally panic.

The drones just stand there, unsure what to do.

As Arcee began to creep forward, to knock both of them out, Sundown's legs kick out, kicking in the Drones knee joint.

A cry of shock escapes him as he falls to the floor, Sundown then pushes herself up, sitting up she swings her chained hands at the other drones pedes, sending him crashing to the floor where Arcee draws her arm blades and slices both their necks.

Sundown sighs in relief, "'bout time."

Arcee cuts the cuffs, and helps her too her feet, while Wheeljack stands back and looks at her.

I'm all honesty, she looked like scrap. Her back is covered in dry energon, and slashes, her whole body is covered in slashes. The worst one is across her chest, where the glow of her spark is shown.

"Come on, we have to get out of this pit-hole." Sundown looks up and sees Wheeljack, not realising he was there before.

"I know I look like scrap but could ya not stare?" Wheeljack blinks, then looks away.

"Right, let's move." He spoke before walking away, feeling anger pooling in his circuits, why? He didn't know. But something about Sundown made him always feels this way. Something he hates feeling.

Confusion.

He didn't know why every time he looked at her, his spark pulsed and ached, it wasn't sometimes, it was every Primus damn time.

He needs to talk to Ratchet about it, because it's not only becoming annoying but painful. Like just now, seeing her being treated like that, tortured, he wanted to kill the bastard.

"Wheeljack." He turns to her calling his name, the one that confused him so much, who was leaning onto Arcee for support.

"What?" He snaps, not meaning too.

She almost flinched, and he saw it, regretting snapping at her instantly. "Never mind, I'll be fine." She took her weight off the femme next to her, and began to hobble ahead, energon leaking from multiple cuts on her thighs, one bad one from her knee joint to her pede.

This made Wheeljack feel even worse.

Arcee walked by him, purposely bumping into him and jogging to catch up to Sundown.

"Sundown, slow down or you're bound to run into -" she didn't get to finish her sentence, Breakdown ramming into her, and sending her slamming into a wall.

Sundown whirls around, spotting her comrade on the ground, unconscious.

Breakdown smirks, looking at Sundown with hungry optics as vehicons turn to face Wheeljack in a line, blocking him from helping Sundown.

"Now I get revenge on you for harming my partner." Breakdown grinned as Sundown stood into a fighting position, her arm blades drawn, she didn't know where her energon staff was, it wasn't hidden on her back like it normally was.

Breakdown transforms his servo into a hammer as Wheeljack changed the vehicons, knowing that if Sundown was asking help to walk, she wouldn't be able to fight off the huge ex-wrecker.

"Don't fight him, Sundown!" He shouted, Breakdown turning his helm to the wrecker.

"So you care about her, how cute." Breakdown shrugs "after all, by the time I've beaten her, Megatron will slice off her helm and it'll go in his trophy room with all the others that defied him."

Sundown felt sick, helms as trophies.

Breakdown was about to continue talking to Wheeljack, who currently was fighting the vehicons that continued to come at him.

Sundown saw the opportunity and ran forward, searing pain roared through her circuits, but she ignored it as she jumped onto his back, using her claws to scratch as hard as she could against his chest and wiring.

Breakdown grabbed her wrist, pulling her forward and her back slamming into the floor, winding her. He pulled back his hammer, slamming it towards her chest.

She moves as fast as she can, rolling out of the way and just nipping her side. She rolls up, glaring at him with hatred before she's shot in the back.

She cries out in surprise, collapsing to the floor. Megatron walks into view, Wheeljack's optics widening as his cannon smokes. "I send one of my best warriors and twenty vehicons, yet they cannot capture the Autobot," he turns to look at Arcee's limp form and Wheeljack. "And the other two."

Wheeljack struggles to hold his ground, not wanting to leave any Autobot to this sadist. Sundown tries to push herself off the ground, but finds Megatron's pede slamming into her back.

She squeezed her optics shut, knowing Wheeljack won't be able to fight them off, Wheeljack looks to her, her optics staring dead at him, pleading him to leave.

He couldn't help Arcee or Sundown.

He couldn't help them if he were too captured. So he does the unthinkable, he turns and runs.