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Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tunnels of Garbage

Another of a seeming endless string of day cycles passed spent wandering in the dump; yet, Bee felt a lightness in his step. He wished he could whistle while he scavenged, for this sure felt like a good time to whistle! A cheerful smile passed over his face as he spotted something that looked like titanium sticking up from the garbage.

Just knowing how pleased Droct would be over that valuable recyclable, Bee trotted over to it. As he curled his fingers around it, the sounds of commotion could be heard from the far side of the dump.

T’ran looked up, her sharp audios catching what was happening. Terror filled her optics, as she ran towards Bee.

At first he was confused as to why all of the garbage mechs seemed so panicked. Then the ominous low rumble of banking jets filled his audios. Turning around in shock, Bee spotted the Decepticon Seeker squadron speeding towards the dump for a little ‘target practice’.

Unbelievably, terror locked his feet to the ground! All he could think and feel were those Decepticon circuits being thrust into his. Over-and-over, an endless invasion of hot red sparks. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t escape! Those lips taking his, biting his, making him bleed. Hands within him, pulling, twisting his insides until he blacked out! The cackling voices, telling him he was weak, pathetic.

He felt arms around him. They were going to take him away! Take him back to their ship! He’d be nothing more than a naked playtoy again! In panic, he fought as hard as he could. Yelling filled his audios, but he couldn’t understand .. they were taking him.. he had to fight! Had to get away!

Something solid hit his helm hard; blackness engulfed the terror of his nightmare come true…

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He felt himself being dragged. Well, more like being ‘stuffed’. He was in some kind of tight space, barely able to move. Someone was pulling him with a rope around his chest, while someone else seemed to be pushing him. It was pitch black, and the confinement and the terror of what he knew must be coming – caused him to panic!

Kicking as hard as he could, the terrified little mech tried to break free. But the space was too tight, he couldn’t turn around! He finally managed to wiggle his arms up in front of his head, and he desperately tugged at the unseen rope. It seemed to wrap tighter around him as he struggled, adding to the frenzied mech’s fears. So he began to slap at whoever was pulling him, even as he kicked the one behind him.

He heard mechs cursing, and then the one that had been pulling him managed to kick him hard in the helm. He went limp in unconsciousness.

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The fog began to clear, but only blackness met his optics. He trembled in terror, not knowing where he was – but certain that the Decepticons had him again. Trying to move, he realized he was tied up.

Then he froze again in panic as he realized that he lay against a mech, and they were running their fingers along his armor. His whole chassis went tense in anticipation of pain, of forced bonding. But still those fingers merely rubbed his armor, as if their owner was contemplating how they wanted to torture him.

“Shhhh, Yellow, don’t move.” Droct’s voice whispered in his audios.

Calming down his panic, the little mech slowly relaxed, the tremors of fear slowed. He realized that those were Droct’s fingers on him; it was Droct’s chassis pressing into him. Turning his head towards where he thought Droct’s was, he gave a brief shrug. He hoped Droct understood that he was asking why he was tied up.

He felt those familiar lips against his, as Droct gave him a comforting kiss. Then Bee felt a finger over his lips, the signal for silence. Wiggling out from under him, the garbage mech slid next to him in the tight dark space. Bee felt his lips near his audios.

“I’m sorry you got so scared, Yellow, are you Ok now?” that soft voice asked.

Bee nodded, knowing his friend could feel it. Fingers moved along his chassis, and he felt the cables loosen. As soon as his arms were free, Bee wrapped them around the distorted form of his friend. Burying his face into the unseen mech’s chest armor, sobs of relief overcame him. He felt Droct’s strong arms surround him, pulling him even tighter against him.

“I’m sorry they scared you like that, sometimes they use us for target practice,” Droct whispered in his audio. “We’re deep in tunnels that go under the dump; we’ll have to stay here for a while, until their ship leaves.”

Relaxing, Bee knew he was safe from the Decepticons’ optics. Even as the garbage trembled around him from the blasts that the Seekers were firing, he was safe. He’d rather die in the arms of his friend within this dump – than ever be captured by the cons again.

Droct felt him relax against him. “I’m sorry T’ran had to hit you in the head like that. You just went nuts, and we had to get you to shut down,” he whispered.

Bee nodded, he didn’t blame them for what they had had to do. He had freaked, the trauma of his captivity having torn something within him. He wondered if he could even call himself an Autobot now, as terrified as he was by the mere sight of a Seeker? What would his fellow Autobots say? What could he do now within their ranks?

Tears streamed down his face, wetting Droct’s chest. “Shhh, you’ll be ok Yellow,” Droct whispered as he stroked Bee’s back.

Shuffling movement could be heard coming towards them. Bee sensed another mech chassis near them. He tensed with fear.

“How’s Yellow doing?” T’ran’s whispered words could be heard from somewhere beyond his helm.

“He’s still really freaked, but he’s untied now,” Droct whispered back.

“I’ve never seen a mech black out in terror like that, it ain’t normal,” she commented softly. Bee could hear the concern in her voice.

“I know, neither have I.”

“Do you think they were the ones who did it to him?” T’ran whispered.

Listening, Bee nodded against Droct’s chest.

“Primus you poor thing,” Droct whispered as he tightened his arms protectively around Bee.

Bee felt other hands stroking his helm, and he realized that T’ran was also trying to comfort him as best she could. He could sense her optics filled with pity as she touched his helm gently.

Hours passed as they stayed silent in the cramped tunnels deep inside the dump. Slowly, the sounds of conflict faded into the distance. But still the garbage mechs all hid in the tunnels, terrified to come out until the spotters saw the con ship leave.

“It could be a long time down here, Yellow,” T’ran’s voice whispered.

Bee nodded; her fingers able to feel his understanding.

“Let’s go deeper, to the larger tunnels,” Droct whispered.

So with T’ran leading the way and Bee crawling between them, they headed through the pitch blackness.

It seemed like an hour that they crawled like moles, but then the tightness of the tunnel seemed to lessen. Bee crawled into T’ran’s aft as she stopped; backing up a little, he knew there was a blush on his face. But then he felt her fingers on one of his horns, pulling him towards her – even as Droct pushed him lightly from behind.

“We could be here for days, so Droct and I usually go deep in here, cram ourselves against each other and try to pass the time in defrag.” Her whispered words told him.

“You get between us, where you’ll feel safe,” Droct’s voice told him from behind.

Feeling along blindly with his hands, Bee crawled up next to her. Lying on his side, he crammed his backside into her, trying to make room for Droct who was making his way along them. Soon, the three of them laid together with their arms over one another. Although Bee was crammed in between the two siblings, he’d have had it no other way. Since the press of their familiar chassis filled him with a sense of safety and security.

T’ran rubbed her fingers along his side, “So it’s really as bad as they say it is – to be tortured by them?” she asked Bee softly.

Bee nodded, his chassis shuddering at the mere mention of the torture that he’d endured.

Droct pressed his chest tighter against Bee’s, his gentle fingers wiping the unseen tears from the yellow mech’s face. “I once told you that were a tough little mech for surviving whatever happened to you.” Droct stopped as he kissed Bee’s lips. “If it was those mechs you survived, you’re beyond just tough. And you remember that!” he whispered. Bee felt Droct’s hand stroke his helm.

But he wasn’t strong, he was weak! He had panicked! Shaking his head, he disagreed with Droct’s praise.

“Shhh, it’s just fresh in your mind Yellow. The terror will fade one day,” Droct said.

He felt T’ran nod, her helm rubbing against the back of his. “Droct’s right, you’ll get over it – with time.”

He snuggled tighter between the two, praying that they were right. For he was no use as an Autobot if he froze in terror at the mere sight of a Seeker in flight!

Snuggled tightly together, the three of them deactivated as they waited patiently for the danger above them – to pass.

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