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Prologue

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Condensation dripped down his chassis as he struggled to intake air.  Pushing his body past its limits, sharply turning a corner, the yellow blur ducked and weaved, panting harshly in the quiet night. Mid-August heat suffocated the small mech, doubling the obstacles to overcome. Only the sound of his peds slapping desperately against the metal of the mine tracks could be heard.

Stupid slagging carbon deposits blocking my comm! If I don’t get out of here, Boss-Bot will have no clue what happened to me! Aww man, why did I volunteer for this?! The young scout turned another corner, losing himself further in the maze of the mining tunnels. Finally, he found a suitable alcove, out of the way spot, and collapsed from exhaustion. Desperately trying to calm his breathing, he sat against the cool wall, dirt and grime collecting on the vibrant yellow plating. The young mech thought over what had brought him here in the first place.

Bumblebee had begged to leave the base, cabin fever getting to the small mech. With Sari gone away to a summer camp for the month, the yellow scout had no one else to occupy his time. Boredom itched at his plating like a bad rust-infection; even his usual routine of video games, annoying Prowl, and dodging Ratchet’s anger didn’t satiate him. So when Prime asked for someone to check out the Decepticon mines, Bumblebee volunteered.

The only Decepticons to have been seen on Earth were Soundwave and Shockwave, but they had fled for the stars once the Elite Guard had gotten wind of their presence.  Megatron himself hadn’t been seen since the battle with the Decepticon’s last month. With his leader heavily injured, Starscream had pulled him to safety before calling over his cowardly clone, Skywarp, to warp them out of there. They hadn’t been seen since.

All that was left in the mines was some human mining equipment. The space-bridge technology had been given to Ultra Magnus’ team for safekeeping; though Sentinel wanted to destroy it on sight, due to it’s Decepticon origin.

There should have been little to no danger in going to the mines. Dropping down into the large canyon where the space-bridge technology used to be, Bumblebee surveyed the area, before walking around the mine’s depths, not really paying attention to where he was going.

He was paying the price for it now.

Megatron hadn’t left the planet, as they first assumed. In fact, the majority of the Decepticons had spent the last few months flying to and from the Earth’s moon, carrying pieces and supplies from their crashed warship, the Nemesis. They used the parts to build a new headquarters, deep within the mines. The carbon deposits blocked comm. signals from working and blocked the Autobot’s from picking up their position.

Bumblebee had unknowingly walked into a section under construction. Blitzwing spotted the mech, and had alerted Megatron.

“Mien Lord, ze Autobot Bumblebee iz here,” Icy announced, dropping the purple sheets of metal he held as he turned towards his Master.

"I vill pound him into scrapmetal!" Hothead sneered, charging up his cannon and running at the smaller scout.

“NO! Continue working! Leave the Autobot to me,” Megatron growled, pushing Blitzwing out of the way and charging after the intruder. The energon running through Bumblebee's lines turned cold as he turned and ran.

According to his chronometer, he had been running from the silver warlord for the last half a joor. Which led his processor back to where he was now; out of breath, covered in coal, and hiding from the warlord. The heavy pedsteps grew closer and closer, until Bumblebee was cornered; a dead end on his right, and the warlord on his left. He was still hidden, though, behind a large mine cart full of coal that the humans had abandoned.

“I know you’re here, Scout. Come out, and I promise not to hurt you…” His voice vibrated through the smaller frame, very close to his current location. Frantically, Bumblebee tried to get his comm. link to work, but he was met with emotionless static.

Scrap…I think that I can get out of here, there’s a small alternate rail that I can use to drive down, and I can probably drive away-

Just then, Megatron unleashed a shot from his fusion cannon, melting and warping the metal track that Bumblebee was contemplating. As the whine from the cannon faded away, Megatron stepped closer.

“Now young one,” Megatron began. “You honestly think I’ll let a gorgeous prize like yourself get away, don’t you? Well, I have news for you.” Suddenly, a large hand wrapped around Bumblebee’s neck, hoisting him up and level to his steely, ruby gaze. “I always get what I want; and I want you.”

The grip wasn’t enough to choke, but there was enough strength to prevent the smaller mech from getting free. Bumblebee felt his aft supported by the bigger mech’s gun arm, as he was carried back into the headquarters.

Onlining his optics, which he didn’t remember offlining, Bumblebee looked up at the larger mech. “Wh-why aren’t you going to kill me? Probably going to take me back to your mech’s and let them have their way with me, huh?” Bumblebee felt as if he was facing a fate worse than death. To be violated by the Decepticon’s, and kept around as some kind of slave? He was better off dead.

Megatron paused in his steady gait, glaring down at the yellow scout incredulously. “First of all, no other Decepticon shall even look at you without my permission. And second, I just told you that I had plans for you; death isn’t really among them. Don’t pretend to understand my motives, young one. There is much that you don’t know, nor would I expect you to.”

“Hey! I’m not stupid-” Bumblebee began, defending himself in the face of his captor. But another glare from the warlord reminded Bumblebee who exactly he was dealing with, and he quickly shut up.

If he never saw his teammates again, there was one thing that he needed to make clear to Megatron, even if he didn’t listen. “Please, whatever you do, don’t hurt my teammates. You can do whatever you want to me; just don’t hurt them.”

“I can’t guarantee that your Autobot team members will be safe,” the silver mech sneered, “but I do plan on doing whatever my spark desires to you.” The duo walked into a clearing, one that Bumblebee distantly remembered passing is his escape attempt. Late afternoon light filtered through gaps in the mine walls far above their helms, staining the purple and black metal a muddled red and orange. The Decepticon insignia spread on the floor and computer consoles proudly. The sight filled Bumblebee with disgust and dread.

Turning down another corridor, the warlord took Bumblebee through a sliding door into his quarters. Bumblebee tried to look around, to get a glance at a possible escape route, but a growl from Megatron stopped his squirming. Passing through another doorway, he found himself in the washracks.

The washracks themselves were far above Bumblebee's  expectations. Onyx black sheet metal cut into tiles on the floor, with shattered rubies intermixed with the metal. The shining red gems provided a little light in the darkness, oddly comforting. Amethyst crystals framed the Decepticon purple trim of the room, and sparkling diamond-dust melded into every surface of the room. The result was a comforting darkness, polar opposite from what the young scout had imagined.

There were no jagged rocks protruding from the floor and ceiling, no rusted and outdated faucets and drains, no stains on the floor from Primus only knows bodily-fluids; it was sterile, relaxed (though still dangerous), enticing place. It scared Bumblebee that a small part of him never wanted to leave, enthralled by the darkness.

“You need a bath; you are covered in coal and dirt, and it ruins your beautiful plating,” Megatron rumbled, gently tracing Bumblebee's faceplate. Purring enigmatically, Megatron leaned down to turn on the tap. Bumblebee expected to be thrown in the shower, and have scalding (or ice cold) solvent that made his paint peel, before being molested by Megatron.

He did not expect to be complimented, nor expect to feel his spark flutter at the kind words. What are you doing, Bumblebee! He’s the enemy! A Decepticon! All thought fled, however, when the warlord gently lowered him into the lukewarm bath, a sponge lightly massaging his plating in circular patterns, cleaning the yellow metal.

Bumblebee couldn’t prevent himself from relaxing into the touch, engine lightly purring in contentment. Slowly, the dirt and grime clinging to his plating washed away, darkening the solvent around him. The warm solvent lapped at his waist, lulling his senses. Gentle circles from the sponge trailed down his chest, shoulders and forearms, and his helm, relaxing the youngling.

When the sponge brushed against his pelvic plating however, Bumblebee shocked himself back into reality. Spinning away from Megatron, not caring about the dirty solvent splashing everywhere, Bumblebee felt disappointment crawling over his frame. How dare he enjoy Megatron’s touch! This is the leader of the Decepticons! This is treason! That slaghead Sentinel Prime would have his helm if he ever find out!

“Why do you run from me, my young one? When have I ever brought direct harm to you?” Megatron’s dark voice washed across Bumblebee’s audio receptor’s, seducing his spark.

Anger pulsed through the younger mech’s lines, shocking his processor out of Megatron’s hold. “What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?! You’ve caused a war, killed millions of innocent Autobots, made me send an innocent mech to the stockades, and you have to ask what have you done?!?” Bumblebee was seething mad. What kind of sparkles slagger would have caused all of the damage that he had, only to wonder why a member of the other faction hated him so?

Megatron lunged towards the smaller mech, splashing more dirty solvent across the floor. “And what have your Primes told you of the past?” he growled, mere presence pinning Bumblebee against the edge of the tub. “No one acts without provocation, and every action causes a sequence of events out of their control. History is written by the winners, those who survive. And the following generations are indoctrinated,” Megatron sneered at the word, “with the ‘truth’.”

What is he going on about? Bumblebee thought. His optics broke contact with the ruby stare, so Megatron grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and forcing him to look back into his fiery optics. “And no one has any idea what happened to the losers, those sentenced to a fate worse than death; to live in the shadows of one’s enemy is the ultimate act of shame. Constantly rubbing in the fact that they failed, that their enemy is no in charge! It's a disgrace! As if winning is not enough for them, they must take everything from the losers! Loved ones, property, social standings, credits, LIFE! So don’t you dare place the blame on solely me, young one; your Primes aren’t as spotless as you think!”

The brutal strength of the warlord was obvious as the metal below his grasp strained to keep its shape. Bumblebee could feel his wheels rims beginning to bend, his exposed upper-arm protoform skin bruising under his cruel hold.

“M-megatron…please…y-you’re hurting m-me…” Bumblebee whimpered, desperate to get away from the iron grip. Shock crossed Megatron’s faceplates, as he released the mech.

“Young one,...I-I’m sorry,” Megatron whispered. An unidentifiable emotion crossed Megatron’s faceplates, before he hesitantly reached out towards his captive.

Instinct took over as Bumblebee flinched away, protecting what was left unmarred of his aching chassis. Yet something in the tone that Megatron used made Bumblebee look back up, into his gaze. Solvent dripped down the yellow mech's face, rivulets flowing down the metal as he hesitantly made optic contact.

“Bumblebee…call me Bumblebee…” he murmured. If he was going to stay here, he was at least going to be called his proper name. An honest smile graced Megatron’s faceplates, as he looked down at the yellow mech.

“I’m sorry…Bumblebee,” the dark voice said, silky in it’s texture as it wove around Bumblebee’s audio receptors. At the sound of his true name, Bumblebee returned the expression, shyly smiling at his captor.

And so it began.

This is the prologue of my new MegatronxBumblebee story. This takes place in TFA, as you can probably tell. My first time writing Megatron and TFA!Bumblebee, so let me know how I did! They both had such distinct personalities in the show, I want to know that I got it right.

If you want to know what Megatron was rambling on about, then check this out. fav.me/d50yfa2
It's the outline for this particular AU, telling how Megatron knows the Primes, his individual history, and kinda explains/alludes as to why he acts a certain way

This will be explained later in the fic, so if you want to find out when Bumblebee does, then I don't suggest reading it. But, the outline may make things clearer...

THIS STORY WILL TAKE TIME TO UPDATE! It will be finished, and this is only the Prologue, but there will be time in between updates. I'm writing this at the same time as Reach Out, and I gotta give both my stories love! (Plus, any rabid plot bunnies that strike in the middle of the night)

I also have no name for this thing yet, but if you have ideas, let me know!

Please comment letting me know if I should continue this, or just let it go. :D Thank you!

Chapter 1 fav.me/d530q5y
Chapter 2justgetbackup.deviantart.com/a…
Chapter 3 fav.me/d7oj2a4
Chapter 4 fav.me/d7p3q84
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this story was good but it needs a TITTLE!