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"Sam!" X could only watch as his cousin and Mikaela fell from under the bridge, the feeling of utter helplessness choking him as in those sparse few seconds he wished a miracle would come… and it did come, in canary yellow and black racing stripes.

"Bumblebee!"

"Thank, Primus for tha." He could here Jazz sigh from the speakers but the feeling of relief was short lived when they were spotted.

"No! Run! Bee! Run!" But the young scout could do nothing as the two helicopters circled his towering form. Large grappling hooks pierced through metal plating and sensitive wires and the young Autobot keened in pain as they tied him down.

"NO! BUMBLEBEE!" X banged at the glass, sparking hands trying to desperately open the car door.

"Hey! Ow! Calm down, Sparky, you're— kwknkcigczssew—messin'—kjdzxkhtreplkxzxc— systems."

He turned away from the tinted window and gave the dashboard a narrowed glare. Metallic blue eyes glowing eerily as he tried his best to calm his shaking hands. Bumblebee's pained-filled shrieks and whirls piercing something in his chest when some guys in containment suits drove up and started spraying the squirming youngling with some type of gas.

"Jazz! We gotta help him!" All he could think about what Sector Seven could do to Bumblebee. To them they were just robots, unfeeling, not human.

"I can't, li'l youngin'. I need to keep ya safe. I'm sure Bee will be okay…" He could hear the doubt in his voice.

"No! He won't be okay! We need to help him, Jazz! We need to help, Bee!" X could hear Sam's voice screaming in the distance and he watched with blurry eyes as his cousin tackled some of the suits down, trying his best to free his car.

"Sam…"

"I'm sorry, X…"

"Well, I'm sorry too…" X made up his mind then reaching into his backpack he pulled out a small cube and placed it on the driver's seat. "Here, Jazz. Tell Prime that what you need is in here."

"W-What the slag are you doin'?" The technopath sighed, laying a sparking hand on the Pontiac's door.

"What I should have done from the beginning." He sent a small pulse through the car stunning the bot and opening the door.

X dashed out, sneakers digging unto the pavement as he tried desperately to make it to the others in time. It was his fault that the Witwicky family was in danger. It was because of him they were targeted. If it weren't for him… Archie would still be here. No more hiding, he owed it to them and he wouldn't let any of those S7 bastards kidnap his family and get away with it.

He set his eyes on one of the choppers, reaching out with his powers, all he needed to do was make a small tweak and the whole thing dropped dead to the ground. Exploding in a burst of flames as it crashed into the pavement below.

"X!" He whipped his head around to see Sam and Mikaela being shoved into a van and deep intense fury flowed through him. Arms sparking with blue electricity he jumped into the canal, concrete cracking under his feet, glowing metallic blue eyes pinned each agent with a glare.

"You."

"Let them go, Simmons!" But the agent would have none of that.

"Everyone, move! Retrieve Project X! Make sure he doesn't escape this time or else I'll be firing all of your asses."

X growled, spreading his arms out and letting the power flow through him. Tendrils of electricity connected to each source of technology available within the vicinity and the technopath watched with a smirk as each of his creations began their attack. People screamed and struggled when their very own equipment turned on them. Phones came to life and cars moved on their own, their communicators emitting a high frequency static sound, deafening the agents and leaving some them curled up on the floor. X chuckled, payback's a real bitch, huh?

"What the hell is wrong with you guys?!" Simmons gave a girly shriek when a flying disc came attacking from the sky. With diamond sharp blades the machine swooped into the battlefield cutting into cloth and skin, giving a few agents a new haircut here and there.

"Go, S.A.M." X smiled as the disc gave him a small beep before swooping down into the chaos that was once was Sector Seven's finest.

A soft keen reminded him why he was staging this elaborate attack in the first place and he carefully sneaked to the fallen Autobot's side. The scout gave a surprised whirl once he spotted the small human and X brought a finger to his lips, signalling that he should stay silent as he set his eyes up to the last helicopter hovering above.

"Don't worry, Bee. I'll get you out of here." This time he held his sparking hand up, and pulled.

The chopper veered dangerously to the side before spinning out of control. The pilot tried to wrestle the machine into the air but it was like something was pulling them towards the ground. They struggled but it was no use and they went crashing to the ground before going out like a bomb. Taking out some agents that were unfortunate enough to be close by.

X went to work, trying to free the metal rods pinning the Autobot down. The wires got loose enough for Bumblebee to squirm but it still wasn't enough. He pulled and tugged at the rod finding it lodged deeply into ground and it just wouldn't budge.

"Damn it!" Why was he so gaddamn weak?! Bee whirred at him worried, and he tried his best to give him a reassuring smile.

"It's okay, Bee. It's gonna be alright." He placed a hand on the Autobot's arm, the metal was warm and he could feel the thrum of static like a heartbeat beneath his touch. Proving to him that these guys weren't just robots or machines, they were sentient, they had life, they could feel pain just like the rest of us.

"X!"

"Sam?!" No! His eyes locked on to his struggling cousin, standing helplessly in the arms of the last person he wanted to see.

The tall agent smirked, easily handling the teenager with one hand while the other held a gun flushed against his cousin's temple. Sam gulped, trying to appear brave despite the circumstances but the fear in his eyes and quivering hands gave away what he really felt.

"Hey, there. You remember me?" The agent smirked, tapping the gun lightly on Sam's head, ignoring the teenager's wince as he was content to show his dominance over the genius.

"Of course, how could I ever forget such an ugly mug."

"You freak!"

"He's escaping!"

"GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN BRAT!"

"THERE YOU ARE YOU LITTLE RUNT!"

"Actually, I'm surprised that they kept you around." X said casually, showing that he was not affected by the guard's taunts.

This was the guy who made his life a living hell before he escaped Sector Seven's clutches. Because of him he associated each touch to pain, flinching away from every contact before Dad found him and showed him otherwise.

"It's because of you, you little freak! If you just stayed and be a good brat for the geeks then we wouldn't be in this mess." X watched with narrowed eyes as the man tightened his grip on the gun pointedly.

"Now, call off your little freaky gifts or else I'll be forced to put a bullet through this guy's empty head."

"Hey!" Stupid, Sam!

"Shut up, you little traitor!"

"Leave him alone!" Feelings of fear, fury and intense hatred filled his mind, and this was bad. He tried to calm himself down, feeling his entire body spark and shake, not really good at dealing with emotions to begin with. They called him an unstable little time bomb… and he believed it.

"I'm not gonna say it twice."

"Don't listen to him, X! Get Bee and run!"

"I told you to shut up!" X yelled when the agent violently backhanded his cousin to the floor. Sam groaned; slumping to the ground, his head searing in pain, a trail of blood dripping from his temple, showing where the gun had hit.

Bumblebee let out a high pitch keen, struggling against his bonds as he desperately tried to free himself in order to scoop the teenagers away and to somewhere safe.

"Okay, okay." X raised his hands up in surrender; this wasn't how he had planned it. He didn't want anyone to get hurt, least of all Sam… All at once the attack stopped, gadgets falling limply to the floor left and right as mechanical apocalypse abruptly stopped. Bee gave him a worried whine but his eyes were dead set on glaring at the smirking agent.

"That's a good runt." He pocketed his gun, nudging the fallen teenager with his shoe. "Someone get this thing off the floor."

X had no choice but to stand there, helpless as they once again took Sam away. Pinning his cousin with an apologetic gaze, he watched as they shoved him in a van, half conscious and injured. This was all his fault…

"Now, let's do this nice and easy—WHAT THE HELL?!" Everyone ducked as a shiny metal saucer came swooping down from the sky, sharp blades out and spinning, the little machine had only one target in sight.

"S.A.M! No!"

X could only stare in horror as the agent held out his gun and took aim. Easily shooting the poor disc out of the air. The genius screamed when his creation fell to the ground in pieces. The little thing emitting a high pitched whine before blinking out.

"No… No! NO! YOU MONSTER!"

"No. You're the monster." X was about run over and strangle him with his bare hands when a stinging sharp pain entered his neck.

He reached out and pulled the dart out of the muscle, his vision already becoming blurry as his legs gave out from under him, sending him crashing to the ground with a dull thud. He could vaguely hear Bumblebee's worried clicks and metal scraping as he struggled all the more to get free but he knew it was no use. His mind was descending into a thick fog as he watched the agent approach, Simmons not far from his side.

"Told ya, I'd get him back."

"Good job, West. Now if you hadn't lost him in the first place…" The rest of the conversation faded into the black and X couldn't help the fear that coiled around his chest at the prospect of being caught… But he finally had a name, and that was all that he needed.

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