Angel From A Dream

Chapter 9

When Steeljaw wakes up he has a killer helm ache, as well as a sharp pain in his spark chamber and a painful burning sensation throughout his body. He slowly sits up wondering why he's in so much pain, all he remembers is getting into an argument with Strongarm and the two going to opposite sides of the cell, he laid down and went into recharge. He puts his claws over his chest as the pain in his spark chamber intensifies. What could be the cause? The last time he had this pain was when he woke up to find Strongarm gone, he had this pain and felt empty. 

He noticed the empty feeling returning along with the pain, maybe from sleeping away from his mate. He starts to get an uneasy feeling, "Strongarm," he mumbles out as he turns his helm to the side of the cell Strongarm had gone to. She's not there. 

Steeljaw is filled with something he never thought he'd ever feel, worry. He was hit with a tidal wave of worry and panic as he jumped to his feet, forgetting about the pain he was in. He got a groggy memory of waking up before this to find the humans in their cell before getting hit with an electricity bolt and being knocked out. They must have taken Strongarm.

Usually, Steeljaw wouldn't care as long as it wasn't him in the situation, he never really cared for any bot. Sure he would protect his pack but not to where it meant sacrificing himself, he would never do that for any bot no matter who they were. But at this moment all that had been thrown away, his feeling of protection for his new mate starting to take over. He's gonna do everything in his power to protect her. 

Steeljaw runs at the bars of the cell to ram it and try to break it down, only to get hit with the electricity force and knocked back like before. Yes, he did remember that but he doesn't care right now, he wants to get to Strongarm and that's all that matters to him. 

He's starting to see he no longer wants her, wanting is not the term anymore. He NEEDS her. He NEEDS her by his side. He NEEDS her in his arms. He'll stop at nothing to get her. To protect her. To ensure she's with him for eternity. 

He crouches down into an attack position and then launches himself at the cell bars, trying again to break them but with no success. He continues ramming the bars, again and again, not caring about the damage it's doing to his body.

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Strongarm wakes up to find herself strapped down to a table with the humans surrounding her. There were all sorts of machines and tools around her, she recognized them from her research logs. She always loved doing research about Earth and everything that happened while the Autobots were on the planet during the war and she recalls one bit she read that talked about a human group called M.E.C.H. 

The group was always going after the Autobots and Decepticons trying to do research on them and learn more about them. She recognizes this equipment as the tools they used on whatever 'Bot or 'Con they caught. But how did these people get the tools? How do they even know about their existence? 

She couldn't dwell on the thoughts for too long as she felt a jolt of pain going from the bite on her neck down through her frame. The excruciating pain returned along with the sick feeling. She hisses in pain as some liquid starts leaking from her optics. She tries her best to handle it so she doesn't appear weak in front of her new enemies, but is finding it very hard to do.

The leader was standing by watching with amusement, his lips curling into a smirk, "So, your kind can feel pain, and you can cry as well."

Strongarm looks to where his voice came from, "What do you want with us? What did we ever do to you to make you want revenge?"

"You wouldn't know as you weren't here at the time, but your Lieutenant would. He was here when it all happened."

"When what happened?"