Hi everyone! So, this is a test chapter for a story idea! A friend of mine helped me flesh out the idea, and I finally got to typing it out! I'm not sure if this is a story others might want to read, so please review with your thoughts on this story! I really want to know if you'd all like for me to continue this story!

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How long had he been here? Jack wasn't sure, for all he knew it could've been mere hours, or it could've been months. The only thing he did know was that he hurt all over.

His throat was raw from screaming, and the taste of copper was in his mouth, the taste of blood.

Dark blue-grey eyes cracked open ever so slightly, dim with pain. He was laying on his side, on a cold, stone floor. A cell, the same cell he'd been thrown in time and time again.

He tried to move his right arm, but all he received was burning agony that shot from his fingers to his shoulder. The teen tried to let out a cry of pain, but it came out as a soft, rasped gasp.

The arm in question was in a horrible state: the skin no longer a light tan but instead black, blue, purple, brown and yellow. Many cuts had long clotted with dry blood, adding a dark red to the collage of color. His left leg was in no better shape.

Jack closed his eyes once more, the silence of the dark room only broken by his shallow breaths.

How had he gotten here? Ah, yes, he'd been accompanying the 'bots on an energon mining excursion. But then M.E.C.H agents had come along from seemingly no where. Jack had told Raf and Miko to go, to run to the 'bots, who would surely keep them safe. But Jack himself had received a bullet to the leg, preventing him from escaping.

And now he was here, being tortured for information he refused to give.

Jack gave a start when there was the muted, muttered sound of an explosion, and he ground shook, making him groan in pain. Scrap, what was going on? Couldn't he get any rest?

His tired mind distinguished the sounds of fighting and yelling.

And then the door suddenly opened.

Jack could barely see the silhouette of a person in the doorway. Whoever it was, they ran forward, kneeling beside the teen's limp form.

"Jack..."

Relief flooded Jack's body at the familiar voice.

"O...Optimus..."

The holoform slid an arm behind the youth's shoulders, gingerly sitting him up. A pained groan left the teen, making the fake human beside him grimace.

"Jackson...I am so sorry. You will be alright, you must hold on just a while longer."

The Prime received a weak smile, just before the teen went limp.

"Ratchet, open the 'bridge!"

The military base was alive with activity, medical personal hurrying towards Optimus as he entered the base in his alt mode. The passenger door opened, giving the human medics access to his precious cargo.

The smell of rust penetrated the cab, and the seats were covered with blood, pooling around the teen who lay on the seats.

The medics carefully lifted the boy out, placing him on the waiting stretcher. Optimus changed forms, standing while orders were being yelled as they headed quickly towards the medbay.

Everyone else could only watch as their friend was taken away, the noise dying as the medics left.

They hoped more than anything...That Jack would live.

The steady beep of a vital monitor filled the room. The smell of blood mingled with that of the well sanitized surgery room.

There, on the metal examination table, was the dark haired form of Jack. A mask covered his mouth and nose, keeping him in a drug-induced sleep, the clear apparatus becoming lightly fogged with each exhale that left the boy's amazingly undamaged lungs. There was blood everywhere, so much that even a few of the medics, although having years of experience, had troubles keeping their nausea hidden.

The head medic, a man with tanned skin, sharp green eyes and steel grey hair, cussed under his breath.

"No, this won't work, we can't...You!" The medic he addressed jumped in alarm. "Go to the tech division. Tell them to bring the C.L.I prototypes."

"Wh-what? But sir, they-!"

"Now!"

As the nervous younger man rushed away, the head medic looked back to the teen.

"Come on. We need to work fast, we gotta get him stable."

The first thing Jack was aware of was that his body was filled with a numb pain. It wasn't as harsh as it had been before though, and for that he was grateful.

What had happened? He remembered the cold and unforgiving walls of a sealed of cell, then yelling and muddled voices...

Jack winced when his head protested with a painful ache.

Ow. Thinking hurt.

But where was he now? He had to know. For the first time in a long while, he was on something soft and he was warm...A bed? But that didn't make sense, M.E.C.H was cruel, they wouldn't.

"Jackson...I am so sorry."

Jack took a shuttering gasp, eyes snapping open wide as the words echoed in his mind. That was what had happened! The Autobots, they had found him, saved him! He was...He was safe.

A shuddering, choked sob left him as relief flooded his senses. He was safe, no more torture or pain...

Finally, Jack managed to pry his eyes open, the comfort of knowing he was safe being enough to give him the strength he needed to move, if only slightly.

Dark eyes scanned the room, half-lidded and exhausted.

White walls greeted him, seeming to glow in the sunlight that streamed in through the window that was to Jack's right. He was in a hospital bed, he realized, when he saw soft white sheets and a remote that was connected to the bed. The teen shifted slightly, and felt the slight ache of an I.V in his good arm, likely supplying nutrients and hydration to his weary body. An oxygen mask covered his lower face, making the boy wonder if he'd had breathing problems earlier.

Jack moved, wincing slightly when his arm protested, but he moved never the less. He reached up, shakily pulling the mask off over his head, dropping the clear device on the sheets. The teen then went to try and push himself up into a full sitting position, the half-way propped way he was laying being rather uncomfortable.

But...But he couldn't move his arm. For some reason, his right arm, while it no longer hurt...He just couldn't feel it. And he couldn't feel one of his legs, for that matter. His left leg felt like it wasn't there, but that was ridiculous. He was just being silly, he was probably just numb from medication, that was all.

Shaking his head, Jack threw off the covers, tired of being tangled in the fabric-

He froze.

Where his left leg and right arm were supposed to be...Were crude, robotic prosthetics.

Jack's blood turned to ice, eyes wide in terror. He did the only thing he could do, then.

He screamed.

Outside the room, he could hear rushing footsteps, then the door slammed open. There stood Agent Fowler, looking shocked and concerned. He hurried forward, griping the boy's shoulders and trying to have him lay back down.

"Jackson! Jack! You need to calm down- Calm down! For the love of- Dre! I need some help in here!"

As the agent continued to try and restrain Jack, another man hurried in, the way he was dressed revealing he was a medic. He strode forward quickly, grabbing a nearby syringe and small bottle of sedatives. Quickly filling the syringe, the man latched onto Jack's left, whole arm with surprising strength and plunged the needle into the pale skin.

Jack thrashed around for a couple minutes longer, but slowly, his struggles died away, replaced with a numbing exhaustion that consumed his mind, making his thoughts blur. What was going on? He was scared...Why was he scared?

As the teen became limp, Fowler breathed a sigh of relief, releasing Jack's shoulders and straightening. He sent the doctor named Dre a look

"I thought you said when he woke up the drugs would keep him calm?!"

The taller man sighed.

"I thought they would. He must've grown an immunity to sedatives while he was held captive by M.E.C.H. I didn't count on that."

Fowler blew out a breath, rubbing at his shoulder.

"Kid's stronger than he looks..."

Dre smirked.

"To be fair, you aren't in the best shape."

Fowler only glared as he tried to catch his breath.

Everyone, Autobot and human alike, looked up when Fowler entered. Arcee was immediately on her feet, moving away from the metal crate she had been sitting on. Optimus, as well, moved towards the catwalk the agent was on.

"How is he?" Arcee asked.

Fowler smiled sadly. It was obvious no one had gotten rest in the many hours Jack had been in surgery. He hadn't gotten to tell them yet that Jack was alright, for he'd had to restrain the teen when he'd woken.

"It was touch and go, but Jack's a real trooper." His smile widened. "He's gonna make a full recovery."

June burst into tears, hugging Miko and Raf who stood on either side of her, the two obviously having been offering moral support for the woman. Raf, too, looked teary while Miko and Smokescreen whooped, 'Bee sharing a similar exclamation of joy that consisted of chirps, clicks and whirs. Bulkhead and Wheeljack shared a grin, while Ultra Magnus had a rare, small smile. Ratchet visibly sagged with relief, the medic looking like he was ready to fall down he was so joyed. Arcee looked ready to cry, a hand covering her mouth as she squeezed her optics shut, shoulders wracking slightly. And Optimus...For once, Optimus hid no emotion. He breathed in relief, a hand gripping the edge of one of the nearby catwalks, bright optics shutting as he smiled.

Fowler grinned, eyes showing happiness as he continued to speak.

"Surgery took awhile, but he got through it, an' now he's resting. I would've come sooner, but the sedatives didn't work so well and he woke up an' panicked. I restrained him, and the medics managed to get him back asleep."

"Can I see him?" June asked, hopeful.

Fowler paused, face falling.

"I...I'm sorry, June, but right now, th' kid's still in a...Precarious situation. He needs tons of meds, physical therapy...I tried talkin' to the head doc, a friend of mine, but he said no visitors until he's back on his feet."

June looked immensely saddened, but understanding as well.

"Oh..."

Raf nervously spoke up.

"May-...Maybe we could write some letters?" He suggested timidly. "That's...That's almost like seeing him. He could write back and stuff..."

Fowler offered the boy a kind smile.

"That sounds like a very good idea, Raf. I'll talk with the doc, an' see what I can set up."

Raf beamed while Miko chattered excitedly about plans of sending pictures, music, games (Fowler would have to talk her down to just letters and maybe photos). The bot's exchanged looks, seeming concerned as to why almost all contact was being cut off, but they didn't voice their questions.

As long as Jack would be okay...That was all that mattered.