Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Pixel Belongs to PixelTheLittlestFembot

Chapter 27

Wide optics continued to search the weathered mech's face for an answer. Who was she? Where was she? Why was she here, hurting all over, with this mech looming over her? He looked just as confused as her but he seemed kind enough.

"What happened? Did I fall or something?" she asked, as Wheeljack gathered her in his arms to carry her back to his ship.

"You did more than fall, kid. You freaking flew from the distance you fell! Starscream, a flier if you've forgotten, had a hold of you and you fell from the sky into this here forest. You're lucky to be alive! Must be made of some tough stuff, huh?" Wheeljack chuckled, having no problem carrying her. But things were not as calm as the mech let on. The Decepticon insignia was hard to miss and the optics were a dead giveaway. Yet, the femme had fought to get away from the con and Screamer had been carrying her away from the Nemesis.

His instinct said to kill the con and be done with her, but if she was innocent then he would be making a huge mistake of killing her. Besides, her optics were not ones of a killer. Wheeljack was almost certain she could not even hurt a fly with her stature and soft-spoken nature. The way she nuzzled against his chest spoke volumes, but he could not let his guard down. Either way, there was something fishy about her and he wanted to find it out. He knew he could take her if she tried to attack him at any point.

"I don't feel very tough... I feel like I hurt myself..." she whispered back, arms wrapped around his neck for support. It was comforting to feel the warmth of his armor against her own. To say she was tired was an understatement, but at least no major damage had been done. The trees had been just enough of a buffer to keep from breaking any circuitry. Pixel just wished she could remember who she was.

Wheeljack could tell by her expression that she was troubled, he didn't blame her. If her memories truly were gone, she had no reason to trust a strange mech that had found her while she was wounded.

"Let's get back to my ship. It's not operational yet but I'll need it to contact the others. It won't open for me due to some damage but I'll work on it in the morning. Look at the sky, kiddo. It's getting dark and recharge will be good for your processor." the wrecker assured, walking in the direction of their destination. Pixel was in no place to argue, not that she would. Her processor was dazed but something was nagging at her. Like she was supposed be somewhere important and someone would be upset if she did not return soon.

The war mech wanted to say something but he was lost for words. He was still not certain she could be trusted, but true innocence was hard to hide.

" Sunshine will get you fixed right up. He's a good mech and a damn fine medic. You'll be in good servos with him." he chortled, his feet crunching noisily with each step.

"Who's sunshine and who are your friends, Mr. Jackie...?" she asked, his steps making her drowsy.

"Well, Sunshine is a medical officer and one of the best. My friends are the Autobots, though I guess you do not know really who they are. It'll be okay though. It will make sense when you meet them." he explained. Pixel nodded and was silent for the rest of the trek.

The trip was not long but it was silent and felt like an eternity.

"We're here, kiddo. I know it's not much but it's home." the mech chuckled. There was only a badly broken ship that laid before her optics. The trees surrounding the area looked as if they had been crushed by the ship's landing...or crash.

"It's lovely, Jackie." she whispered, processor throbbing and needing rest desperately. Wheeljack laid her down as he gathered leaves and other soft debri to make bedding. He was used to sleeping on a hard ground, but this femme was hurt and he wanted her to be more comfortable. Every Wrecker fiber in his being screamed that she was a Decepticon no matter if she had amnesia or not, but softer side whispered that she was an innocent that was hurt. It was not lust that he felt for the femme, but rather a protective instinct that an uncle would have for his niece.

"There we go. It's not great but it will work until I can get the Jackhammer to open up so I can contact the others." Wheeljack said, scooping her up and transporting her to the makeshift bed. Her expression looked less strained as she curled in the bedding. The Wrecker walked to the nearest tree and laid his back against it. It had been a long day and even he was ready for recharge.

"Jackie...? Will...will you lay next to me...? You don't have to...I'm just cold." Pixel asked, her voice wavering in hesitation of even suggesting such a thing. Wheeljack could not help but chuckle. Hell, she really was young. A lesser mech would have taken it as a pass but he knew better. There was no suggestion behind it except for the simple need of a comforting hold.

"Sure, kid. I'll lay beside you." he chortled, rising from his spot and coming to her spot. Pixel scooted over to make room as he laid beside her. She was quick to cuddle into his side as soon as he made himself comfortable. He was taken back but wrapped his arm around the middle of her back. It had been so many years since he had ever allowed himself so...close to another bot, even Bulkhead. There was a simple pleasure to allowing one's self to relax and accept affection from another.

"Ya know... I can't keep calling you kid or kiddo. I think Angel Spark is a good name for ya but I'll call you Angel for short." he whispered, digits softly running across her battered cheek plating.

"I love it, Jackie." she smiled, cuddling closer and slowly fading into the oblivion named Sleep.

Pixel jolted up in a cold sweat, condensation clinging to her face and armor. The sound of a jet filled her receptors and caused terror to slowly claim her spark. The feeling of being held did nothing to calm her panic. She felt caught, captured by some unknown force. Pixel scrambled to her peds and found herself stumbling away from the area. She had to get away, she did not know why but she had to get away. A flash of a red ribbon flooded her memory banks. That memory was somehow adding to her to panic. She had no reason to be afraid but the sound of that jet had caused the sudden terror.

Peds tripped over themselves as they ran from nothing in particular. It never occurred to her that it had been Wheeljack's arms she had ran from. The thought never invaded her mind. Why the jet...? Why had the sound caused this distress? The question played over and over. She stumbled until her tired legs finally gave out in front of a small meadow. Pixel panted as she tried to calm herself. Her vents were running in overdrive and she needed to cool herself down. Her injuries were mild but began to pulse painfully. The water was cool as she splashed her face with the pond's liquid.

She stared at her own reflection for a moment and sighed. What was she thinking running off like that? It had been done without thought and now she didn't know where was now. Heck, she did not even know who SHE was. Pixel looked around her area and then turned to look at her reflection once more. Glowing, red optics were what the reflection greeted the femme.

"Poor dear~ I really must apologize for dropping you in such a manner. But you should not of struggled. It seems you still function and I can not be happier. I've searched this whole damned forest for you. " a sneering voice whispered softly in her receptor. Sharp digits played across the nape of her slender neck. Pixel whipped around to face this unknown mech. His face was enough to make her spark nearly stop. She knew this mech but not where she had met him.

"W-Who are you?!" she exclaimed, scurrying back but only pushing herself into the water. The sneering mech looked caught off guard. Could this femme be serious?

"Stop with your games, my dear. It will get you nowhere. I'm smarter than I let on." he hissed, talons held threateningly under her chin. Tears leaked down her cheeks as she stifled back a terrified whimper.

"I do not even know who I am! I..I fell and Jackie found me. He's been taking care of me because he says I fell from the sky. Please, I'm sorry I do not remember. P-Please I do not mean any harm." she whimpered, confused as to why this mech was threatening her life for being by a meadow. Starscream's face turned to one of anger to one of confusion. Jackie...? ...Wheeljack. The very thought of that mech caused his optics to narrow. He knew for a fact that Pixel had never previously met the Wrecker so that part of the story checked out. But her memories? Had the fall really been that devastating?

"So you do not remember who I am?" he asked, cupping his servos around her cheeks and holding her in his gaze. Purple optics met red as she nodded pitifully. Starscream felt a grin stretch his features. She truly did not remember any of her old memories.

"Poor creature. You must be so confused. Your name is Pixel and I am Starscream, your master. You serve me and me alone. We were flying to another location when you moved and my grip slipped on you. You lacked the ability of flight so you plummeted to the ground. Your Master is so very happy to have you back in his servos." Starscream explained, leaning for forward to press his cold lips against her cheek. Pixel felt sick and terrified... but the name. She knew that Pixel was her name and that he told the truth. The name caused emotions to flood her spark and she knew it must be true. If he knew her real name, then the story he told her must be true too. This mech...was her Master...?

"M-Master...? But what about Wheeljack...? He's been taking care of me. He carried me to his ship when I was all alone..." She asked, hungry for answers to her true self. Starscream's brows furrowed as he devised a way to explain the Wrecker.

"He is a bad mech that wanted to take you to the Autobots. They are ruthless creatures that would of done unthinkable things to such a delicate creature such as yourself. You should be thankful I found you when I did. They would have torn that precious seal that I have been so careful to keep preserved. Wheeljack would have been the first to have a turn. He would have done it tonight but he was waiting to have you in a more comfortable berth." Starscream spun his web of lie with Pixel's face growing more and more fearful with each word that slipped from his silver glossa.

Wheeljack was her friend though! He had been so gentle...so caring... How could he of possibly wanted to push himself upon her? She wanted to deny it but why would Starscream lie to her? He knew her name so he must be right about everything else. Though, she still had a sense of dread about this mech.

"Starscream, I want to go home... I want you to take me home... please." she wept, clinging to the larger mech's front as tears slid down her face. She felt betrayed by the mech that she had trusted so much. Starscream was quick to wrap his arms around the much smaller femme. If Pixel could of seen his face, she would of seen the wicked smirk that he wore so proudly. Pixel was his and he was her master. Everything had worked out perfectly for himself.

"Of course I will take you home, Pixel. I thought you would never ask. But for now on, you will refer to me as Master, understood? I will let the previous times slip since you have lost your memory." he commanded, forcing her to look him in the optics.

"Y-Yes, Mas-Master..." she whispered softly.