TF - Broken

WARNING!!!

If you are offended by ANYTHING yaoi/slash, DO NOT READ! Violence and rape is in the content below, along with cursing, so you have been warned!




The night was bitterly cold, and Alex pulled up his collar to protect his neck. It was cold, and he was sick of walking around.

He had been walking down these cold alleys all night, and hadn’t seen any peon constructions, and his usual cheery mood was slowing being chewed away as the night went on.

He sighed, his breath billowing out in a small cloud in front of him as he closed his eyes for a moment. He reached up, pushing his blonde hair back as he spoke into the head piece that hung from his right ear.

“Guys, I’m exhausted. I haven’t found anything, and I think this as just some kind of set-up…”

He said, unable to stop a yawn as he spoke.

A growl of a voice came through, and Alex knew it was Gabriel,

~Bee, stop complaining.~

“I’m not complaining! It’s late, and its freezing out here…ok, maybe I am complaining, but only a little.”

There was a soft chuckle, and Alex smiled as Eric’s voice came across the comm. link.

~Bees right. We haven’t found anything, and I believe if there were peons here, they already moved to another area.~

“Hah, told you ‘Hide.”

Alex mused. He heard a faint growl, but Sebastion’s voice interrupted what could’ve been a nasty reply.

~Eric! We’ve got activity!~

Alex tensed,

“What? Where?!”

He asked, ready for action. Eric asked the same, and Sebastion’s reply was quick.

~Near the park! Hurry, there’s a whole swarm of them!~

~I’m close! Hang on Ratchet!~

Jazz shouted.

~We’re coming Ratchet!~

Eric and Gabriel replied. Alex nodded,

“Hey, don’t start the party without me! I’m coming too!”

He said before he pulled his hand away from the headset.

Alex’s blue eyes traced the alley, wondering which way he should go. He wasn’t exactly sure where he was, but he guessed that he would eventually find a way out of this maze.
Alex stepped forward, only to hear something.

He stiffened, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise. Alex narrowed his eyes, clenching his fists as he heard a footstep. His spark flared up slightly as he whipped around.

Alex blinked, his aggression disappearing as quickly as it had came.

No one was there.

He looked around nervously, then scratched his head.

“Weird…”

He muttered, confused.

Alex would’ve bet money that someone had been – Alex shouted in shock as he was grabbed roughly from behind, his arms pulled painfully behind his back. He was slammed forward into the wall, and someone pressed up against him. A hand grabbed him by the back of his head, clutching onto his blonde hair, while the other still restraining his arms.

Alex’s eyes widened as he heard a familiar voice, and he felt a chill run through him.

“It’s dangerous to be out alone little Autobot…”

Megatron hissed into Alex’s ear.


~*~*~*~*~


Gabriel shuddered, his wings falling limply to his shoulders as the last peon constructions fell, leaving behind the odd alien crystals that they came from. Sebastion kicked aside the crystals, his own wings lowering as his tension faded. Jazz smiled, the only one standing fully, though he was just as exhausted as the others.

“Whew! What a rumble!”

Jazz said as he caught his breath, laughing a little as he fixed his blue shades.
Eric nodded, but he didn’t share his comrade’s relief.

“Where’s Bee?”

Sebastion asked, voicing Eric’s thoughts. Gabriel stood, straightening his stance.

“Maybe he got lost?”

Jazz suggested, though he didn’t sound too sure. Sebastion’s gaze went from Jazz to Gabriel, then fell upon Eric.

“Somethin’s not right. The kid said he was comin’.”

Gabriel said, his eyes narrowing slightly. Sebastion stepped forward, bring a hand up to his head set.

“Bee, this is Ratchet, you there?”

Sebastion was a bit surprised when static answered him.

“Come on kid, answer.”

Gabriel muttered as Sebastion tried again.

“Bumblebee, are you there? Please respond.”

No reply came, and Sebastion turned to Eric, worry in the leader’s eyes.

“Ratchet, track down where Bee’s signal last came in.”

He ordered, trying to focus. Sebastion nodded, already working on it.


~*~*~*~*~


Jazz glanced around the empty alley way, taking in every detail he could make out with the little light provided.

Eric and the others came up from behind him just as Jazz ran forward, spotting something on the ground.

“Guys!”

Jazz called as he knelt down and grabbed something from the ground. Gabriel raised a brow as Jazz stood and turned – revealing a black and yellow headset. It was cracked slightly, but still seemed operational.

“Bee’s headset…but, where’s Bee?”

Sebastion said quietly as Jazz handed him the headset. Gabriel glared, clenching his fists,

“If this is another one of his damn pranks, I’ll kill him.”

He said, trying to hide his worry. Eric stepped forward, glancing at the headset.

“Ratchet, is it possible to listen to the words that were last recorded on the headset?”

Sebastion paused,

“Yes, but only if Bee left it on after cutting the communication. And it may take some time.”

Jazz crossed his arms, “I really don’t like this Prime.”

Eric nodded,

“Neither do I Jazz…we can only hope for now that Bumblebee is alright.”


~*~*~*~*~


It was cold…bitterly cold.

Alex slowly pushed himself up off the hard ground, his breaths billowing into a small cloud. He shivered, and a pain shot through him. Alex barely managed to stay sitting up, his hand shooting to his neck. He could feel a sting, and he guessed a bruise was there…but there was something else.

Footsteps sounded, echoing off the stone walls. Alex tensed up, quickly standing – only to regret it. His legs felt like jello underneath him, and his balance was gone. He fell back against the wall, hitting his head against it before sliding to the floor.

“What the…what’s wrong with me?”

Alex asked himself, wincing in agony and confusion. A cold laugh made him look up, and he glared. Megatron knelt down in front of him, his red eyes glaring up into Alex’s blue ones.

“So, your awake now little Bumblebee?”

Megatron asked, his tone giving away his amusement. Alex tried to push himself away from the Decepticon, only to come against the wall. This made Megatron grin darkly, and a strange chuckle escaped him that sent a shiver down Alex’s spine. Megatron leaned even closer to Alex, causing him to flinch.

“I can see the drugs are already taking effect…good.”

Alex’s eyes opened, and he looked at Megatron.

“D-drugs?” he asked, afraid to hear the answer.

Megatron chuckled again,

“Oh yes. In no time at all, you’ll loose almost all control of yourself. It shall be quite amusing.”

Megatron stood, walking towards the other side of the room. Alex slowly started taking in the features of the area, though he began to feel his conscious grow fuzzy. It was a large, stone room – with a large black rug on the floor and an even larger metal bed with a black comforter that sat against the wall.

Fear stabbed in Alex, and he began to panic faintly. He had to get out of here. Eric and the others were probably already on there way here, so all he would have to do is keep Megatron back until then.

The teen again tried to stand, but was careful about it. He managed to crouch against the wall, his legs still refusing to obey him.

Alex’s only warning was a faint growl, and suddenly a cold hand wrapped around his throat. Alex gave a strangled shout as he was lifted up off his feet and slammed back into the wall. Megatron held up the youth effortlessly, a strange look coming into his eyes. He lifted Alex’s shirt, leaning forward and licking the boy’s stomach.

Alex shuddered in his grip, clenching his teeth as Megatron smiled at him.

“This will be most entertaining.”

He hissed. Alex tried to get out of Megatron’s grip, but before he could react he was thrown to the bed painfully. The drug was now taking affect, as Alex’s vision began to blur and his senses dimmed. He saw Megatron coming towards the bed and tried to sit up, only for his arms to give out from underneath him and to fall back onto the bed. The older man crawled up onto the bed, putting his arms on either side of Alex as he hovered over him.

Megatron leaned in, causing Alex to flinch and look away. He stopped inches away from Alex’s face, his dark smile spreading across his pale lips.

“I do believe your Prime’s little boy toy…oh, I’ll shall enjoy this. You on the other hand…”

He leaned in, pressing his lips against Alex’s roughly. Alex jerked back, trying to push away from Megatron, but his body wasn’t able to fully listen to his commands. Megatron pressed harder against Alex, letting his full weight down onto the small teen.

Megatron pulled up Alex’s shirt, bringing his nails sharply down the blonde’s side. Alex whimpered in pain as Megatron clawed into his sides, gripping him painfully tight. Alex clenched his teeth, refusing to let Megatron in, but the man suddenly jabbed his leg into Alex’s groin area, causing a small cry of pain to escape him.

It was all Megatron needed, and he plunged into Alex’s mouth, his tongue invading and exploring the new area. Alex whimpered again as Megatron deepened the kiss, his tongue digging deeper into Alex’s mouth. Megatron finally pulled away, leaving Alex gasping for air. Cold hands moved down his sides, and his black and yellow shirt was removed and thrown to the corner of the room.

Alex’s pants were next, but the blonde still had enough sense to try and stop Megatron, gripping the belt of his pants to keep them up. In a flash of movement, Megatron backhanded Alex, and ripped the zipper down before yanking Alex’s jeans down. Megatron pulled off his own shirt, and then leaned in, pressing himself down against Alex’s bare chest.

“This is only a taste of what I’m going do to you Auto-brat…”


~*~*~*~*~


Eric had his hands clenched together, worrying himself sick from what Gabriel could tell. Jazz had gone to the station to report Alex’s disappearance, and had promised to call the moment he got any clues to where the teen was. So there they sat at the kitchen table, watching as Sebastion worked.

“Ratchet, anything yet?”

Eric asked for the billionth time that night, and Sebastion had to hold his tongue as his stopped his work on Alex’s headset.

“Optimus, please, hang on. I’ve almost got it. I just need to switch a few more wires to repair the damage.”

Eric nodded stiffly as Sebastion turned back to working on the headset. Suddenly a painful squeal of static and sound emitted from the headset, and then it faded. Gabriel looked at Sebastion with a faint glare, pulling his hands away from his ears.

“What the hell was that?!”

He snapped. Eric looked just as confused as Gabriel as Sebastion shook his head.

“Hang on…there!”

((Hey, don’t start the party without me! I’m coming too!))

Eric saddened as he heard the familiar voice come from the headset as Ratchet leaned back a little. There was the sound of footsteps, faintly echoing in the alleyway Alex had been in at the time. Then, a sound caught their attention, and the three men leaned forward, trying to hear what it was.

((Weird…))

Alex muttered. No sooner had the words been spoken than there was a sudden racket, and a shout of surprise. Eric tensed up beside Gabriel, staring at the headset as though it was possessed. There were a few more shouts, and then an all too familiar voice issued from the headset –

((It’s dangerous to be out alone little Autobot…))

There was a muffled cry,

((No! Let go of me – Eric! Let go of-))

It cut off, and static came through the headset. The three were silent until flames began to dance dangerously close to the table. Sebastion turned his attention away from the headset as Eric stood up, red and purple flames whipping around his arms as his hands became fists.

Gabriel slammed his fist on the table as he stood,

“What the slag are still doin’ standin’ here! The kid needs us!”

He snapped. Sebastion blinked, jumping slightly from the tone in Gabe’s voice. He nodded quickly,

“Right! I’ll call Jazz and tell him what we’ve found out.”

“And Prime and I will head straight to tha’ dump the Decepticons call a base!”

Eric looked up, the flames slowly receding as he gained control of himself.

“Ratchet, tell Jazz not to bring any officers with him. We’ll handle this without law enforcement.”

The blonde nodded, quickly getting out of his chair and heading to the phone. Eric turned to Gabriel, who clenched his fists.

“If Megatron hurt one hair on Bee’s head…”

He started, and Eric narrowed his eyes, giving a slight nod of agreement.


~*~*~*~*~


Alex tried to cry out – in agony, sadness, anger…but he couldn’t. Megatron was on top of him, his figure blurred in Alex’s vision, as he rammed himself into the young teen again. Alex winced, his numb fingers gripping for some comfort…but as Megatron’s nails came down across his chest, he could only lay there in a weak, drugged daze.

Megatron leaned down; holding Alex close to him as he again ravaged Alex’s already bleeding mouth, angrily kissing the blonde. He broke the kiss and began biting Alex’s neck and collar bone, leaving new bite marks on his flesh.

Then, an alarm sounded. Megatron looked up with a snarl, his red eyes flashing in anger. He pulled himself out of Alex, causing him to shudder in pain, and sat up.

“Apparently those idiots can’t handle anything without me…”

Megatron thought aloud. He looked back down at the nearly broken Autobot on his bed, and then smiled. He leaned back down, licking up Alex’s chest before stepping down off the bed and gathering up his clothes. Alex only lay on the bed, shivering as he slowly pulled his legs up to his chest, and Megatron laughed.

With a nasty smile, Megatron grabbed Alex by his hair and pulled him up off the bed. Alex let out a muted cry of pain before being thrown to the ground.

“Don’t think I’m finished with you boy…oh no – this is only the beginning.”

He said as he slipped his shirt back on. Alex lay crumpled on the ground, his body shuddering as ripples of pain came through him. Megatron gave the boy one last look before finishing getting dressed and rushing out the door.

“Starscream, what did you do this time!”

He shouted angrily, the door closing behind him and cutting off Starscream’s reply.

Alex’s eyes were partially closed, there once energetic shine gone. He was lips were bloody and red, as he had horrid cuts and scratches all over his body. He again pulled his legs up slowly, his back to the door as he laid there in the corner of the room, closing his eyes. He was in so much pain…but he could barely feel it. He tried to think about what had happened…about what would happen when Megatron returned, but his mind was dulled and fogged by the drugs.

Suddenly, a warm hand touched his back, ripping Alex out of his daze. Alex jumped, his eyes shooting open and yelp of fear escaped him.

“Bumblebee, it’s me!”

Alex looked up weakly, turning his head to see Eric kneeling beside him, his eyes tearing up. Alex paused, trying to process that Eric was here…he was really here…

Tears along with a silent sob escaped Alex.

“Eric!”

Alex gasped, his voice barely a whisper. He tried to sit up, but swayed. Eric arms were quickly reached out, grabbing the sobbing blonde and pulling him into a gentle but protective embrace.

Gabriel was standing a in the doorway, his anger melting away with the sympathy he felt towards Alex. The poor boy had been curled up in the corner – naked and shivering when they had entered. Gabriel had found Alex’s clothes scattered on the floor, and now had them in his hands.

Gunshots echoed down the hall, and Gabriel stepped forward hesitantly.

“Prime…”

Eric looked up, and Gabriel was shocked to see fury flash across Eric’s eyes. Red flames began to come alive around him, and Eric stood, scooping Alex gently into his arms as a ripping sound filled the air. Eric’s wings stretched out, the flames now increasing.

“Ironhide, take Alex straight to Ratchet and the three of you return to the auto shop.”

Eric ordered, gently handing Alex to Gabriel. Alex had fallen into a troubled sleep, his body still shaking as sobs tugged at him. It was a heart wrenching sight, and Gabriel nodded silently to Eric,

“Optimus…you better beat that fucker to within an inch of his life.”

Gabriel growled softly as he held Alex and his clothes in his strong arms. Eric glanced at Gabriel and nodded, red streaks forming in his hair as the flame tattoos on his arms seemed to come to life.

“Please, take care of him Ironhide.”

Eric said before leaving the room, his wings brushing the edges of the door.


~*~*~*~*~


Ironhide had taken down Soundwave and Frenzy when he had first entered the stone walls of the base, his anger fueling him. Ratchet had arrived with the brilliant idea of activating the defense system and locking the other Decepticons in another section of the base.

This made getting out quite a pain, but Ironhide eventually found the exit – along with the retired medic. He was crouching down beside an open panel, still messing with the wiring of the base.

Sebastion looked up, tensing instantly, but relaxing as he saw it was Gabriel.

“ ‘Hide, has Jazz come back yet? He got into a fight with Starscream, and I’ve been hearing gun fire-“

He trailed off as he realized who was in Gabriel’s arms, and Sebastion stiffened.

“Oh…poor Bee…”

He said, sadness coming over him as he looked at the young blonde’s hurt body. Gabriel stepped forward, kneeling down carefully and holding his arms out. Sebastion took Alex’s clothes for a moment before laying them over the boy, he then followed Gabriel as he turned towards the doors.

“Wait, what about Prime and Jazz?”

He asked. Gabriel turned,

“Optimus told me to head back to the shop with you and Bee.”

Sebastion didn’t question this and instead quickened his pace.


~*~*~*~*~


Alex was laying on his bed, dressed in his yellow pajamas – though his shirt was off as Ratchet continued applying medicine to the cuts and scratches. Bruises decorated the poor teen’s body, ranging from the size of a dime to a football, and Ratchet could only feel hate and anger boiling within him.

Alex didn’t deserve this…that was the only thought that kept going through his mind. He finally finished, reaching to pull Alex’s shirt back down. His hands touched the boy’s stomach softly, and suddenly Bee’s eyes shot open. With a scream of fear and agony, he pulled back, stunning Sebastion as he kicked out.

Sebastion quickly reacted, grabbing Alex’s leg to stop the teen’s foot from colliding with his face.

“Bumblebee, please, calm down! It’s me, Ratchet!”

Ratchet called over the boys panicking screams. Alex calmed after hearing this, though he was still tense and rigid. Sebastion pulled back his hand as Alex slowly opened his eyes, their blue color a comforting sight as he relaxed slightly. Confusion came onto Alex’s face, and his eyes fell upon Sebastion.

“Ratchet…”

Alex started, but his voice was weak and trailed off. A pang of sympathy hit at Ratchet’s spark, and he literally felt it pulse.

“Bumblebee, it’s alright. Your home.”

“Where…where’s Optimus…and…and Ironhide?”

“Optimus will be home soon with Jazz. Ironhide is in the kitchen making you some food.”

Alex let this process, but then suddenly sat up chirping slightly as he held his chest.

“I-I’m going to be sick…”

He managed to spit out before Ratchet quickly grabbed the trashcan from beside the bed. He held it out, and Bee took it quickly, lowering his head in and vomiting horribly. Ratchet watched in sadness, knowing that this was best. The drugs were wearing off, and he knew Alex would be sick for a while…if not a couple days at least.

When the blonde had finished, he pulled his head up, taking in sharp breaths as his chest heaved. His eyes started to flutter, and Ratchet gently took the trashcan away and pressed his hand against Bumblebee’s chest slightly.

“Lay down – you need to rest.”

Alex didn’t look to sure, and he looked at Ratchet with pleading eyes.

“I’m…I’m afraid to sleep….”

He said softly. Ratchet paused, then gently pulled the covers up over the small figure. He smiled kindly,

“Bee…there’s nothing to be afraid of. Your home now, and we’ll protect you.”

Alex seemed eased by this, and hesitantly closed his eyes. It wasn’t long before sleep came to him, and Ratchet allowed himself a soft sigh of relief at how peaceful Bee looked now. His body would recover from this incident…but it was his mind that Ratchet worried about.


~*~*~*~*~


Ratchet had let himself fall asleep later that morning, but sat up as he heard the door open. He and Eric switched places, with Gabriel peeking in as Eric lay down on the bed beside Alex carefully as to not wake him.

Sebastion silently closed the door, muffling a yawn. Gabriel looked about as tired as Sebastion felt, and the larger man put an arm around the blonde.

“So, how’s the kid feeling?”

He asked. Sebastion paused, then nodded slowly,

“Better…the drugs are still affecting him, but they should be out of his system by tomorrow. He’s thrown up a few times, but that’s nothing strange considering what he’s gone through.”

Gabriel nodded, and Sebastion couldn’t help but see something flicker in his eyes.

“So, is that scum still alive?”

“Heh, alive – but barely. From what Jazz said, he’ll need one damn good medic to heal him up again if he ever wants to walk properly.”

“Did Optimus really hurt him that badly?”

“He paid him back for what he did to Bee – with interest. If I would’ve been there, Starscream and Soundwave would’ve been pickin’ up pieces of that slime.”

He paused, then yawned, stretching his muscular arms.

“Well, its almost noon – time for bed.”

Sebastion could only smile faintly as the man turned and headed down the hall. He gave Bee’s bedroom door one more look before following.