Forgotten--A TFP Fan Fiction--Part One, ch. 2

Summary: A young, timid femme is found half-dead in an escape pod in the Florida swamps and is discovered by Team Prime, where she is brought back to base and meets an Autobot she has not seen what felt like forever. But then she discovers he doesn't remember her at all. While she handles the unsettling facts that she is alone, she realizes the ones whom she escaped from are still after her, kidnap her and Team Prime, put them in cells and launch off into space. How will Team Prime get back to Earth? What is a young, timid femme willing to do for love, even if she's been forgotten by the Mech she's cared for with all her spark?

 

Rated: M overall for violence, some future gore, and sexual content.

 

**This chapter is rated T for some sexual content**

 

Transformers characters © Hasbro

Gira © Me

 

PART ONE: MYSTERIOUS

Chapter 2

 

    “G-1?” repeated the first guard, slowly peering into the cell. “That’s Subject G-1?”

    The second guard nodded slowly. “Not what you expected, is it?”

    “No, sir, not at all. Subject G-1 has been rumored to have done the most vicious of slaughters aboard this ship. I expected someone far more...horrid and dark-looking.”

    “That’s what the other patrol officers said when they first saw G-1. They expected someone malicious with an evil look in their eye. Nothing like this.” The second sighed. “If there were one I’d show sympathy for, it’s G-1.”

    “Why? And how come you don’t address some subjects by gender?” asked the first.

    “Boss’s orders. There are specific subjects we only address by their ID, so we only call this one G-1, not ‘he’ or ‘she’. And the reason I’d show sympathy for this one is...well, because of the past that G-1 here endured.”

    “Such as?”

    “A tragic past, a troubling young life, and being cursed with the power G-1 possesses.”

    “What power?”

    “Frag it, you ask too many questions! There are certain things recruit guards, such as yourself, are not meant to know too soon, you know,” the second snarled.

    “Apologies,” stammered the first guard. “Everything is still so new. I’m just working out the bearings, trying to understand why things are the way they are. It’s only my third night on patrol, but my first time being down the Blood Hall.”

    “Don’t think excuses will get ya by here, don’t think they’ll cover up any mistake you made either. If you do something that, er, troubles the Boss...he’ll wind up making you a subject’s newest play thing. And you certainly wouldn’t want to be G-1’s.”

    The first patrol officer shuddered and swallowed hard. “I understand.”

    They both heard very faint groaning emanating from within the cell they stood before and peered into it, where a dim, single light appeared, illuminating through the thick darkness, staring dazed, and out of focus.

    “That’s all G-1 does in that cell,” the second guard said, “just stares off at nothing, like daydreaming. G-1 does all the screaming during the experiments and tests. Then G-1 is given sedatives and placed back in that dark cell, doing nothing but stare. That there is the only dark look you will see, kid. The blank stare in that eye.”

    “What kind of experiments do they do on G-1, and what kind of tests do they make G-1 do?” asked the first.

    “What part of ‘there are certain things recruit guards are not meant to know’ did you not understand, recruit?!”

    “A-Apologies, again.”

    “Ya got any excuses for that?”

    “No, sir.”

    “Good. Now, let us press onward. We got more of this bloody hall that we need to secure. Plus, that one eye there is giving me the creeps.”

     

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    ~femme’s POV~

     

    I can very faintly feel my surroundings. I’m laying on something, it’s neither hot nor cold, somewhere in between. The air is comfortable, as well, much better than other atmospheres I’ve encountered. I can feel my spark slowly pulsating in its chamber, meaning I am miraculously alive and functioning. I started to hear my surroundings, as well. There is a faint, rhythmic beeping sound coming from my far, upper right. A light noise is coming from another direction, too distant for me to decipher. I know I am not in my cell; the air is too warm. Where did they take me this time?

    I also hear the sound of breathing. It came from right next to me. Was someone nearby, in the same room as me? I tried opening my eye, but I feel so exhausted. They must’ve done another overdose of sedatives. I tried again and made little success, so I tried sitting up. My body had never felt so heavy, as if heavy chains were holding me down. However, I managed to slouch over, letting my aching head bob. Now I had some strength to open my eye. The room I’m in is not too bright, not too dark, a sort of lighting I’m not used to. I allowed my optic to adjust before looking around.

    I feel my body run cold. Everything I’m looking at—large, green monitors, yellow, miniature staircases, a geometrically-shaped inner-structure, massive rocks along the walls, a bizarre mark on the floor—nothing is familiar to me. I am completely in a different place. This was not the lab! Where am I?! Aboard another ship? Inside some empty, large holding unit, left to die? I became very afraid at this point but resist the urge to call out.

    Then my focus returned to the strange breathing next to me. Slowly, I turn my head towards it and find a large heap of red and blue metal clinging to this berth that I’m laying on. My first reaction, like it has been for quite some time, was to scream.

    The heap of metal jolted up after I screamed, revealing its face. It frantically looked around, then noticed me and stood up in a hurry. This thing was a giant! I roll off the berth, still screaming and try to crawl away, but this giant is following me. I’m screaming too loudly to understand what he was trying to tell me. I’m in a full-blown panic at this point. He’s now trying to grab at me, but I swat his hands away. I crawled up against the wall and huddled in a corner, whimpering and ready to start crying as the giant continued to come closer. It then knelt down on one knee and rested a hand gently onto mine.

    I can’t explain the feeling I have now. As I look into his eyes, I felt something...it’s very hard to explain...but it’s a pleasant feeling. And then I remember. I began to relax as my optic widens at my realization, and I slowly crawl towards the gentle giant. He cradles me in his lap while I cling to him tightly. So long...so long...His spark...his eyes...Oh, so long...

    “...It’s you...” with the weak strength that I have now, that is all I can say.

     

    ~Optimus’s POV~

     

    I awake to a sudden, piercing scream.

    Disrupted from deep sleep, I jolted myself awake and searched around me in a semi-panic mode before I could gather my thoughts together. Someone is screaming, and it is nearby. In fact, very close. I then glanced in front of me and notice the femme, sitting up completely, her optic wide and in horror and her jaw touching the berth as the let out a long, high-pitched wail.

    The femme was awake, but she didn’t awaken like I had anticipated. I need to calm her down. But as I get to my feet, she stumbles down from the berth and starts to crawl away from me. “It’s alright, now, you’re safe,” I said, but her screaming drowned out my voice. She appeared so afraid, as if she had never seen an Autobot before. I tried picking her up so I can cradle her, but she slapped my hands away and scampered off towards a corner.

    As I slowly approached her, she looked far more terrified and seemed to be on the brink of tears. “It’s alright,” I said as softly and gently as I could, kneeling down and resting my hand over hers, “you are somewhere safe. I will not harm you.”

    I noticed a change of behavior within the femme. She relaxed a little more, and we locked eye-contact for a moment. She seemed to stare directly at me for quite some time, then she began to slowly crawl into my lap. I got down onto both knees and allowed her to sit in my arms. Then she clung to me tightly and sighed.

    “It’s you,” I hear her whisper. I blink a little and raise an optic ridge; what could she possibly mean? Have we met somewhere? Or perhaps she has heard of me? Before I could ask, I hear the other Autobots racing in.

    I feel the femme tremble and hear her whimper as she hid her face in my chest. “It’s alright, young one,” I tell her, then she starts to nuzzle me.

    “What happened?!” Ratchet asked. “Is everything alright?! Did something happen?!”

    I stood up and faced him as I said, “Everything is fine, Ratchet. Our young guest had startled herself is all.” My Autobots immediately take interest in the femme I carried, but I didn’t have them come any closer than they already are. I did not want the poor femme to be any more frightened.

    “I see our young friend here is finally awake,” Ratchet said, slowly approaching me and the femme. I feel her cower again and cling even tighter to me. “It’s alright, young one. I’m not gonna bite you.” The femme then looked at him, and she managed to let Ratchet pet her head.

    “This is Ratchet,” I tell her and she looked up at me, then back to Ratchet. He offered her his hand, and she slowly accepted it. “He is our medical officer. He will take care of you until you have fully recuperated.”

    “Rat...chet...” the femme croaked, using a good amount of energy just to speak two syllables.

    “Please, do not speak if you do not have to,” I tell her. “Save your strength.” The femme then returned to cuddling against my chest. Now I question what does she find so appealing about me and not the others? But I know it’s best not to ask.

    I then gesture to Bulkhead and introduced him to our guest. He kindly offered his hand, which the femme was reluctant to take at first but accepted it a moment later. I introduced her to Arcee next, kneeling down to Arcee’s height. She gave her helm a nod and smiled before offering her hand. The femme seemed surprised to meet another female Cybertronian, but was still slow at accepting Arcee’s hand. Then I introduced her to Bumblebee.

    “This is our scout,” I explain.

    I hear the femme gasp and whisper, “Bumblebee...” Judging by the look of shock on her face as she stared at Bumblebee, she must’ve known him. Odd...this is the same expression she gave me in the corner...

    The femme then extends her arms out to Bumblebee, as if she wanted him to come closer.

     

    ~Bumblebee’s POV~

     

    I’m relieved that the young femme is awake and didn’t hurt herself by doing so. I, and the rest of the others, awoke to a loud, feminine scream and we knew it had to be the femme. By the time we ran in, everything had calmed down and settled. The young femme clung to Optimus as though her life depended on it; she’s even nuzzling him like a sparkling would their parent. I found that adorable!

    Optimus then introduces the femme to the rest of us, and she seemed a little hesitant to shake their hands. But with me, she did something else. She reaches out to me, as if wanting me to either take her or to come closer. Slowly, I approach her. Then she gently presses her hands on the side of my head and pulls me in closer, until our foreheads are centimeters apart. She stares into my eyes with her own and sighs.

    “...Grown...” she manages to whisper to me. What could she mean? Had I grown? Have we met before?

    “Do you know me?” I ask. Then she appears frightened and pulls away, returning to the safety of Prime’s chest. I’m very confused. “What did I do?”

    “Do not worry, Bumblebee,” Optimus says. “Your new voice may have startled her a little. I am sure, like the rest of us, she will need time to get used to it.” I sigh understandingly.

    Then I hear a faint groaning noise, and I look down at the femme. She’s hugging her abdomen and blushing. I know that look. She’s hungry.

     

    ~Bulkhead’s POV~

     

    I’ll say this, the femme is pretty cute. With all her shyness, and stuff like that, I mean. She is definitely the opposite of Miko. And the way she hugs Optimus, and the way he’s holding her, is too sweet! I secretly take a picture and save it into my memory banks. Hopefully no one notices. She seemed a little reluctant to meet me, just like the others. I don’t blame her. A lot of people are a bit antsy around me because of my size. But I’m what the humans call a ‘gentle giant’—unless Breakdown or any kind of Decepticon is around.

    I try to stifle a laugh when the femme pulled away from Bumblebee after he spoke; his current voice must’ve scared her. Understandable; we were all shocked about what happened to Bumblebee’s voice box, but we’ve gotten used to it, and we can understand him just fine.

    Then we all hear a faint grumble. I know that sound, but it wasn’t coming from me. I notice the femme; she’s hugging her abdomen and she’s starting to blush. Aw! She must be embarrassed about how badly she needed refueling.

    “I see you are in need of desperate refueling,” Optimus says to her and she looks up to him. “Come, let us head to the refuel lounge.”

     

    ~Arcee’s POV~

     

    The look on the femme’s face when her fuel tanks groaned is priceless! I never knew someone could appear so embarrassed! I manage a smile and cover it so I don’t laugh. Then Optimus leads us to the refuel lounge down the right wing.

    Once we get there, Optimus placed the femme into a chair at the long table as we sat ourselves down, headed off to gather a plate, and began to stack Energon cubes onto it, along with a few goodies. The second Optimus placed the plate in front of her, her jaw drops and her eye widens, and her fuel tanks grumbles even louder.

    She then looks to Optimus, and he gives her a nod. Then, she snatched an Energon cube and started to chug it down. When finished, she sat the empty cube down onto the table and reached for another, slurping that cube down, too. Finishing that one, she reached over and took a handful of goodies, shoving them into her mouth, then reached for more.

    “The poor thing must’ve really needed refueling,” Bulkhead said, a stunned look on his face.

    Glancing at the femme, I notice her mouth is now tinted blue, and tiny bits of goodies were stuck to her face. She looked like a sparkling, covered in the food she’s been given. She should really conserve it rather than shove it all down, desperate or not.

    I notice I’m a little low myself and decide to refuel just a little. I reach out to grab a cube—but the femme snatches the cube I was about to take, and then some. I don’t know why, but that made me very angry. “Hey!” I said, earning everyone’s attention, especially the greedy femme. “You can’t just hog the whole platter to yourself! We need some refuel, too, you know!” The femme stared at me, then at the Energon cubes in her hands. Then she placed the cubes down onto the table—and began to cry?

    She hid her face in her hand and faintly sobbed, using her knuckles to wipe her eye. Her shoulders shakily bobbed up and down, and soft whimpers emanate throughout the lounge. Everything and everyone else was silent, as though they were listening to her cry. My anger slowly subsided. I didn’t mean to upset her; I was just trying to tell her not to be so greedy.

    “Arcee,” I hear Optimus’s voice directly behind me, and I slowly look up to him. “We have plenty of Energon reserves in our storage. There’s no need for worry about running low. The femme is low on energy and needs this refuel. She can have as much as she wants.”

    “Understood,” I mumble, lowering my head. I notice Bulkhead and Bumblebee comforting her by rubbing her back, which seemed to work. She raised her head from her hands, whimpering, the right side of her face soaked with tears. I then felt bad for her. I’m sure I’d hog all the goods myself if I were as desperate and in need of refueling as her.

    “Well, according to my readings, she’s had enough,” Ratchet said, examining the femme’s vitals on his wrist monitor. “She’s gobbled down enough Energon to fast for a week or two.”

    “I’m sure the rest of the second week is mostly on her face,” Bulkhead said with a laugh. The femme blushed and tried wiping it away with little success, only smudging it even more.

    Optimus rested a hand on her shoulder and faintly smiles. “Come, let us get you cleaned up.” She instantly looks up at him; there was a twinkle in her optic that shown every time she looked at Optimus. Then she nuzzled his hand with her sticky cheek, resting a hand over his. He picked her up and cradled her. “I will take her to the wash racks and help clean her up. I understand it is late in the morning and you all may need refueling.” He looked straight at me. “You may now help yourselves to what you wish.” Then he headed down the hall.

     

    ~Optimus’s POV~

     

    I was a bit displeased with Arcee’s comment towards the femme and how it resulted in her bursting into tears, but I did not let it bother me much longer. I did appreciate Bulkhead and Bumblebee comforting her until she had calmed down, and I was relieved when Ratchet said that she had fasted enough to satisfy her systems.

    However, she did make a mess of herself. I offered to help her clean up, and she had her own way of accepting it rather than nod. She nuzzled my hand and gently clung to my wrist as well. I noticed her optic slightly brighten as she looked at me. Whatever she finds so interesting in me, it must bring her great comfort. I picked her up and held her in my arms, and I granted my Autobots permission to start refueling themselves. I made sure to look at Arcee, then I headed down the hall towards the wash racks in the left wing.

    I close the door behind us and set the femme down on the white tile floor. She jumped at the cold touch and yelps, grabbing back onto me. “It’s alright,” I say, setting her back down. “It will be cold for a while, but you will get used to it.” I head for a knob on the wall and grasp it. “Now I am going to turn the water on, okay?” She seemed a little confused, so I slowly turn the knob. The showerhead that hung from the ceiling spurted water down, taking the shape of what the humans call an ‘umbrella’.

    The second the water landed on her, the femme slightly panicked and frantically tried to wipe it away, only to find herself completely covered in it as more came down from the showerhead. She appeared ready to cry again, so I went to her and calmed her down. “It’s alright,” I tell her. “It’s only water. It won’t harm you.” I cup my hands and a puddle of water gathers. I show it to her. “You see? I am alright.” I take her hands and cup them together; she gasps as water collects and puddles in her palms. She gazes at her reflection in the puddle then looks up at me, faintly smiling.

    “...W-Wa...ter...” she croaks. She must still have little strength to even speak. Hopefully that will change throughout recuperation.

    “Yes. Water,” I say, swirling a finger in the puddle over her palms, chuckling as she let out a giggle, “it will help you clean up.” She continues to barely smile at me—then she tosses the puddle in her hands at me, and it splashes in my face.

    I did not expect that.

    Wiping it away and out of my eyes, I see the femme cover her mouth and giggle. I smile; it is a pleasure and does my spark good to see one so content, and even laugh. I chuckle as I wipe away the water. “Hey, now. Remember, you are the one in need of cleaning up.” The femme beams a smile and giggles again. My, does she have a bubbly side.

    “I will be right back,” I say as I get to my feet, but almost instantly her smile falls and she clings to one of my legs. “Do not worry, I will not go far. I just need to find a bucket and wash rag so I can clean you up.” I gently pry her off and go on the search for a bucket and rag. Once I find one of each, I return to where I left the femme—only to find her hunched over, hugging her knees. I go to her, set the bucket and rag down and rest a hand on her back. “Are you alright? What is wrong?” I ask, worried she may have hurt herself. She raises her head at me and I see tears mingling with the water running down her face. I wipe them away with my thumb and smile, hoping she’ll cease crying. “There, there, young one. I am here. Do not cry.” She grasps my hand and places it on her cheek, then begins nuzzling it again. She must really like my hand. “Are you alright now?” I ask her after a moment. She gazes up at me and briefly nods. “Very well. Now, let us get you cleaned up.”

    Once the bucket was filled with enough water, I soak the rag, ring it out, and I hold it over her back. Very slowly I repeatedly run the rag up and down and in large circles, not pressing too hard and not too loosely. The femme starts moaning pleasurably, making me smile. I press just a little bit harder, and I notice something different.

    The femme is now beginning to purr.

    Puzzled a little, I stop. The purring ceases immediately and she turns to me with a little whine, as questioning me why I had stopped. “Oh, sorry,” I say with a little stammer, and I continue scrubbing her back. The purring starts up again, and I faintly feel my cheek plates warm up. Why would she purr like this? Is it because she enjoys having her back scrubbed this way? Or for other reasons? I decided it was not my place to ask and remained silent.

    I ran the rag over her shoulders while also massaging them with my thumb. The femme shivered a little and moaned, once again pleasantly. She twitches and whimpers a little whenever the rag grazed her neck; it must be a very sensitive area to her, so I do my best to avoid it. She sighed heavily and deeply when I scrubbed her helm. She must be enjoying this; from her appearance, she looked like she had not had a decent bath in a very long time.

    I then move the rag up and down her arms and across her chest; my cheek plates burned as I ran the rag over her breast plates. Normally I would think twice before touching a femme’s breasts, whether she minded or not. I remained in that area only a few seconds and guided the rag down to her abdomen and sides. She wriggled a little and let out a few, brief giggles. “A little sensitive here, as well?” I ask, and another giggle is her only response. I chuckle and guide the rag to her legs, avoiding her interfacing unit for standard reasons. I most certainly wouldn’t want to offend her by touching that part of her body; plus, it is a bit unsettling for myself. I ran the rag up and down her legs, from her hip to her ankle, her optic following my hand, and her lips form a faint smile. Once I finish her body, I wipe away the Energon on her face that hadn’t washed away with the water. “There, now. You are clean. How do you feel?”

    She glanced up at me and barely smiled, sleepiness clearly seen in her eye. “Are you still tired?” I ask her, and a yawn is her response. “Alright. Let us get you dry and set you down somewhere comfortable.” Helping her to her feet, I hand her a towel and she slowly dries herself off. Once she’s dry, I guide her into the hall, then head over to the knob and twist it, shutting the water off. I dry myself off and rejoin her in the hall.

    “Follow me,” I say. She takes my hand and I guide her to the west wing. I head for a spare berth room and open the door. “This is where you will stay. If you ever need anything, do not be afraid to ask any of the others if I am not around. Alright?”

    She slowly enters the berth room and looks around before heading for the berth and sitting down. “Now, try and get some rest,” I say and turn away, ready to leave.

    “No...!”

    I stop in my tracks and turn back towards the femme. She had a distraught look on her face, as though she was on the verge of tears and panic. I cannot have that, so I enter the room and sit beside her. “What is it?” I ask.

    Then she lays down, resting her head in my lap, nuzzling me. I blush instantly and try not to squirm as her helm brushes against my lap. “...Warm...” I hear her whisper. I now feel my entire face plate burning.

     

    ~femme’s POV~

     

    I really enjoyed the bath he had given me; it was the most relaxing feeling I had ever experienced in such a long time. I never knew he was so handy with a rag. He did it, just the way I like it done. I only wish it had gone on longer.

    He handed me a towel and I dry myself off, then he leads me into the hall, goes to turn the water off and dry himself, and he takes me to another part of wherever I am. He shows me a vacant berth room; it is a little bare, but also cozy at the same time. He says this is where I will stay. Hopefully not permanently. I do enjoy a nice room, but if I had a choice, I would rather be asleep in his gentle arms than in a berth.

    After looking around I sit down on the berth just to get a feel of it; it was alright. Much better than what I’m used to, but not perfect. Then I notice him about leave and a painful feeling hits my spark. I cry out with what strength I have left, thankful I got his attention. I don’t want him to leave me...He has no idea...

    He sits down beside me, and I make my move. I lay myself down in his lap and cuddle him there. “Warm,” I whisper, and I feel his core temperature rise. I slightly giggle and settle down in his lap, closing my eye and slowly drifting off, whispering one last thing before falling asleep.

    “...Miss you...Pax...”

     

    ~Optimus’s POV~

     

    My optics widen at what I hear. Miss you, Pax...What did she mean by that? Did she know me from when I was an archivist back at the Iacon Hall of Records? But how? That was ages ago. She shouldn’t be...It’s impossible. Perhaps she has only heard me being addressed as “Pax” by another Cybertronian and assumes that is my name...That seems the most logical reason. Glancing down, I see she is fast asleep, meaning I will be stuck here for a while. I sigh and rest a hand on her shoulder.

    Sleep well, young one, and be ready for the questions you will be given once you’ve rested.