Title: Hostage

Chapter: 1 (Protection)

Author: SomethingIDontknow

Rating: M (For mild violence, technically gay romance, Hostage taking, and maybe some eventual smut.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, that's HASBRO's. Lucky.

Author's Note: Just a thing I needed to prove I wasn't dead. I wasn't expecting to continue, but the idea is joining me in life. I guess it's life is in your hands, dear Reader. Many Thanks for reading, you reviews are cuddled at night and given lots of love and understanding.

Bumblebee woke up in a massive berth. Lying on his side, he was curled up with his arms supporting his helm and a few metalomesh sheets pulled up to his shoulders. Lifting his helm, he found the room he was in was not the bright, hideous orange of the med bay he was expecting.

The walls were all a dark gray, almost blue. The entire room was very dark, much more so than Ratchet would have allowed. Slowly, he shuttered his optics once, then twice.

Before panic crashed over him and the pushed himself upright as fast as he could.

"Oh Primus!" he cried, both in fear and pain as heat raced up his left side, freezing his motion. Bumblebee ran a quick internal scan, finding damage down his aching side. Pushing back the metalomesh, Bumblebee gaped for a moment. His entire side, from mid torso to knee was stripped of plating, the protoform underneath was a mess of welds and fresh silver metal. It felt like there had been a deep fracture. He wasn't going to be in any state to walk for a long while.

What the Pit had happened?

Flopping back on the unfamiliar berth, Bee took a moment to think. He remembered waking up, getting a wash and a cube. There was the feeling that he had heard alarms, Teletraan's voice as he explained… something. There was a frustrating absence of memory between breakfast and waking up in a strange bed. Tracing his fingers over his new scars, Bumblebee looked around, feeling fear and despair begin to swell as tears began to well in his optics.

Where was he? What was going to happen to him?

Quite suddenly, he was forced to wipe at his optics as footsteps sounded from somewhere outside the room. Struggling upright, he pulled the sheets up enough to cover his welds and faced the only side of the berth not blocked by wall. Struggling to make his face impassive, he waited to see who had helped him.

Bumblebee's optics flickered as a crash flitted at the edges of his processor.

Megatron stood in the open doorway, watching the minibot with a smug grin on his faceplates. "Not who you were expecting, Autobot?" Megatron asked with a smirk, data locking the door behind him.

"What do you want?" Bumblebee shouted, "What have you done!" He pushed himself back against the wall, trying to keep his welds covered on the off chance the warlord didn't know about them.

"Don't bother, Autobot, I watched Soundwave repair your leg before they brought you here." Megatron stood before the berth with his arms crossed, "There is nothing that happens here that I am unaware of."

The little mech remained pressed to the wall, watching the warlord as his pulse pounded in his audials. "What do you want?" Bee repeated, very proud of voice for not trembling.

"You were damaged in the last battle." Megatron explained, moving to the side of the room to fill two cubes from a dispenser, "The power core of the plant exploded. You were thrown directly into my Communications Officer. He saw an opportunity and took it. We will be holding you here until your Prime meets my demands and will be returned when he does."

The massive mech offered out a cube and Bumblebee stared back at him blankly.

"Would you prefer starving in the brig?" Megatron asked with a raised optic ridge.

Bumblebee bit his lip component and reached out shyly, unable to quite hide the trembling in his hands. As the cube settled in his hand, he jerked it back, cradling it against his chassis.

The pair stared at each other for a long while, neither drinking. Finally, Megatron rumbled a laugh and took a long drink, striding over to the berth and having a seat on the edge.

"W-what are you doing?" Bumblebee squeaked, pushing himself back against the wall, his knees drawn up to his chest, he wished dearly to vanish into the wall.

"About to lie down for a recharge, Autobot, is that a problem?"

"Here!" Bee cried, ducking his helm when the warlord shot him a look.

"These are my quarters, and this is my berth. Where else do you suggest I recharge?" Megatron sounded amused and Bumblebee's spark was pounding in it's casing. "Finish your cube, I want to rest."

The minibot raised the cube to his mouth and took a careful sip. The fuel was sweet and he suddenly realized he was starving. Trying not to watch the warlord watching him, Bumblebee finished as much of the cube as he felt he could. Holding the half empty container, he looked up at Megatron from the corner of his optics. "I… I don't need a large mech's full ration." he said softly, immediately flinching back, afraid of offending.

"My army isn't exactly full of mechs with your frame type." Megatron rumbled as he took the cube, setting it on the berth side table, "But at least we have a hostage that doesn't need much fuel."

Bee wanted to be offended at that, but curled up even more tightly against the wall at the foot of the berth instead.

"Come now, lie down."

Bumblebee's joints locked up at the wash of fear from his spark. "Please no." His voice was barely a breath. Looking up at Megaton, he knew from the warlord's expression he was presenting a very weak image. But he couldn't find it in himself to care. He was just a little minibot, too innocent to face kind of terror he felt looking into those cold crimson optics. Coolant tears welled in his optics and spilled down his faceplates. "I… no…" His intakes hiccupped, jerking his shoulders as he began to cry in earnest. His slender fingers rubbed at his optics, wanting very much to stop but just as unable.

Massive hands took him by the shoulders, hauling him bodily across the berth. Paralyzed, Bumblebee only sobbed a little harder, trying to curl up.

He was laid on his side, pulled back against wide chestplates. A heavy arm was thrown over him, holding him close and tight. For a few moments, there was near silence. Only the sound of systems humming softly and Bumblebee's strangled sobs.

"Hush little Autobot." Megatron murmured, moving his big hand over Bumblebee's helm lightly, stroking over a sensory horn. The little mech barely managed to strangle a shiver and swallow a sigh. He could feel himself calming at the gentle sensation.

"Why?" he asked quietly, feeling his sobs fade to sniffles. He didn't want to anger the Decepticon, but he needed to know. If… If he wanted… What Bumblebee was petrified he might want… He needed to know.

"My mechs are soldiers. I cannot trust them to leave a little piece of aft like you alone for a breem, much less a night cycle. I'm keeping you in the one place I know you'll be safe."

Safe.

The evil Decepticon overlord Megatron was spooning Bumblebee. To keep him safe. Bee lay silent for a while. The idea rocketing around his processor and driving him just a little bit mad. Finally, he took a slow breath and did the unthinkable.

Bumblebee pushed his body ever so slightly back into Megatron's chestplates. "Thank you," He whispered breathlessly even as he pushed his face down into the pillow, "For protecting me from your soldiers. And fueling and repairing me."

Bee's fans were whirring loudly, making Megatron smile to himself. "You are welcome, Autobot." he murmured.

"Bumblebee."

"What?"

The little yellow mech's temperature shot up and he pushed his face hard into the pillow. "My name is Bumblebee."

"I don't care, Autobot. Now, recharge."

The arm around Bumblebee's middle tightened just a nanometer and in moments he found himself dozing off despite himself.