|COMPLETE| My Love (Decepticon scenarios)

Breakup (Breakdown)

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Passenger- Let her go

"Here we go (Y/N). Home sweet home."

You stayed silent, arms crossed as you stared out the window absently. The single story flat was smaller than you remembered. The grass was brown and dry. The paint was faded and the dust made a layer on the windows...

"(Y/N)?" Breakdown's voice asked from the dash. It was uncharacteristically soft when he spoke again. "C'mon, we've been over this..."

You shook your head as your body started to tremble. "I don't get it."

"(Y/N) please-"

"Don't '(Y/N) please' me! You're abandoning me, Breakdown!" The trembling got worse as you held yourself.

The mess hall was busy that night. Mechs cheered and bellowed old songs as a mix of Earthen and Cybertronian music played. Many vehicons and lower ranking soldiers and warriors were there to drink.

So was Breakdown.

He sat in the corner, helm low. His highgrade was almost empty- empty as his life. He never wanted to let you go like that. Pit, he never wanted you to go! He wanted to keep you with him for as long as he could. Until the day death parted you.

"Tch! That was just some stupid dream..." he mused softly to himself as he swallowed another intake full of liquor.

Breakdown's digit rubbed at a stain on the table. He had to let you go. He had no choice. After his last encounter with M.E.C.H, he was struck by a harsh reality- you were no longer safe with him.

"You're taking me back?"

"Uh, yeah. I have to."

"Will you at least come visit?"

Primus, he wanted to. He really wanted to, but he would be risking your safety.

He frowned.

This was all M.E.C.H's fault! That human fragger, Silas, and his slagging goons. First they take his pride, then his optic, and now...

Breakdown's servo tightened around his glass.

"You can't stay with me anymore (Y/N). It's too dangerous." He watched as your eleighted expression fell. You had been so happy when he invited you for a nightdrive.

"What's changed?"

He turned left into your old home's street. "M.E.C.H learned how to track specific Cybertronian signals."

Yellow liquid spilled over the table as the glass fractured. The other patrons paid it no mind, all of them being either too drunk or just not caring. Breakdown got up.

He had to find Steve, Kevin or Gary. He had to find someone to talk to.

"Breakdown, that just means you need me to look out for you, to have your back. If M.E.C.H is coming for you-"

"No (Y/N), they're coming for YOU. Those sick fraggers somehow got hold of your DNA. They think you're the perfect subject for one of their fragged up science experiments."

Everything became uneasy. "Breakdown, how do you know all of this...?"

You reached the outskirts of Jasper. The little street lamps that the town possessed were all burning as brightly as they possibly could. "Silas told me at our last encounter, and by the smirk he gave me, I know he meant it all."

You sat on the floor in the living room, cheeks puffy and red. Breakdown had brought you back here- a place you did not ever think you would see, nor cared to visit, ever again. Yet there you were, weeping on the carpet over some male who dumped you.

You choked out a sorrowful laugh. More tears followed afresh. You shut out everything as you got lost in your past. With closed eyes, you saw the memories of the time spent with them all. Breakdown, Steve, Kevin, Gary... you may never see them again.

The pounding on the door went over your head as more bittersweet images rushed through your head.

So did the crash as it hit the ground.

And the multiple pairs of footsteps.

"Well, miss (L/N), it seems that the titan could not keep you from us after all." The leader of M.E.C.H loomed over you.

Two soldiers grabbed you from either side, finally bringing you out of your daze. "Let go of me!" You jerked away from them.

"Now, now. Don't start fighting just yet-"

One of the goons failed to keep a good grip on you, allowing you to bring your fist up, successfully breaking Silas's nose.

It satisfied you to see him bent to the side, spitting out globs of his own blood. You would make him bleed for what he had done.

And Silas would do much worse to you.