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But here we are, back to our normal nonsensical fic.

This collection of stories, as I'm sure you guessed, is-

Skywarp/everyone

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I'm not going to lie, there will be mpreg in these things later on, but it will be clearly marked and etc. No need to worry about that o3o

There is none in this chapter, though.

Also, leave a review if you want a specific bot with Skywarp! We are open to suggestions! Just remember we are doing Transformers Animated, that means that you aren't going to get not coward!Skywarp. We do the clones in this. Your Thundercracker/Skywarp suggestion will get ignored since we don't write abusive pairings! Which is what it would turn into if we do it :| No thanks.

This chapter is Skywarp/Oil Slick

Hope you like it o3o

Minionbots Are Best When Exploded

Oil Slick taps his claws on the table and considers his next experiment. Perhaps he'd make something explosive this time; it's been a while since he's shaken the base. The science minions he'd been given were growing complacent, and minions that were not properly terrified were useless to him. Not that he used them for much more than fetch and carry tasks, but nevertheless, a happy minion was a minion that tried to engage in conversation with him. And a minion that ignored warning signs and walked into an acid cloud their frame couldn't withstand, melting into a disgusting mess that had taken three megacycles to fully wash off his peds.

So. Explosives.

He rubs his claws together gleefully, when there is a sudden POP and-

A Seeker. On his table.

The jet is shaking and flinches away from his flat stare. He vaguely considers shooing it away when it sniffles at him and he notices the crumpled wing. Sighing softly, he reaches out, and puts a servo on its shoulder. He's instantly in the storage closet, and blinking in surprise while the seeker is whimpering unhappily.

Reaching over, significantly slower this time, he takes the bot's servos in his. The seeker sniffles at him, and he notes the jetbot's helmet vents are crushed on one side. Frowning, he puts a claw on it, just barely touching, and asks in a almost toneless voice, "Want me to help you fix this?"

The seeker whines, flinching away from his touch. ". . . hurts," he whispers, trying to squirm away from Oil Slick. The cyclebot holds onto him carefuly.

"At least allow me to do a quick repair to your wing, before I take you to the medic." He's good at rewiring and fixing wings plenty of field experience on Cyclonus.

The jet looks at his claws nervously, and Oil Slick holds his servos out so the bot can inspect them. "I will not hurt you if I can help it. You can watch me the entire time."

The bot bites his lower lip, running a pair of servos all over his claws, before nodding and turning so his wing is in Oil Slick's servos. Pulling out his field medic kit, he numbs the wing, fairly certain the seeker will take off if he hurts him, and works on fixing it, taking care to get it as symmetrical as possible with the other one; even he knows seekers are vain things that love symmetry.

He does a passable job, though the medic will need to double-check his wiring and ensure that the wing is healing properly. He leaves the helmet vents alone, as he has no experience with them. Triggering the sensors active again, he prods the wing gently, "How does that feel?"

The Seeker blinks up at him with wide optics. "It still hurts. A little bit."

He pets the wing gently, and the bot looks like he wants to say something, but there's suddently a small yellow minibot opening the door. "-lm down, bossbot. I'm getting the data ...pads? What th-" and suddenly they're in another place, and his sensors are registering a complete lack of atmosphere.

He blinks at the seeker, "...were we ...just in the Autobot base? In their storage closet, even?"

The Seeker whispers at him, "Autobots are scary."

"No," he corrects, slowly, "Autobots are less than half your size, and tend to be more . . . cuddly, than terrifying." How in Primus's name is he supposed to get down from the moon? He'll have to com Cyclonus or Blackout to come get him, because he'll leap into the Pit himself before expecting this terrified Seeker to fly him down safely.

"I don't want to cuddle an Autobot, they shoot at me," the bot reaches over, and wraps an arm around him. Oil Slick rolls his optics but absently starts to pet the mech's head, carefully avoiding the crushed vents. "You are much nicer than an Autobot," the seeker continues to murmur." He's sort of wondering if he should kick the bot for that comment-he is not nice-but instead, he just sighs.

"Do you think you could teleport us back to the base? You need to see the medic, still," Oil Slick murmurs, keeping his voice low to not startle the bot too much.

"Maybe?" the Seeker answers, trembling a little. "Will you hit me if we end up somewhere else?"

"I'd only expect you to try getting us to the right place again, Seeker." Oil Slick scratches his claws lightly against the seam where his wings attach to his frame; Cyclonus loves to be petted there, even if he'll never admit to it. "What is your name, by the way?"

"Skywarp," it is murmured as the bot melts against him. He continues to pet and play with the mech's wings. Cyclonus never lets him do this, getting all growly and irritable at the fact that he's happier. Oil slick runs a soft claw from the base of the wing to the tip, making Skywarp gasp and look up at him with shining optics. "Do that again?"

He's fairly certain from how Skywarp's cockpit is heating up that isn't really the best idea, but then the bot rubs his faceplate against his chest, and he sighs before complying. At least this isn't Starscream, or Megatron would offline him.

The door to the room slides open, and another Seeker comes storming in, snarling at them, "There you are! How dare you run away from me!" He waves a servo, blue wings quivering with anger, "No one runs from me unless I want them to run! Especially not an inferior copy like you!"

Skywarp trembles and screeches when the other Seeker's null ray aims at him, and he pops the both of them away before any shots can hit them.

Oil Slick looks around, "Well... you are certainly good at finding the medical bay after only a few tries. Good job, Skywarp."

He tugs the jet up, and puts him on a medical berth as the bot gives him a cautiously happy look, "I did well?"

He taps his head dome against Skywarp's forehead, "You did very well." He straightens up, "Now, I should go get the medic to fix you."

He starts to walk off, only to get pulled back, and held in the bot's lap as the seeker exclaims, terrified, "No! Stay with me! I don't want to be alone!"

Oil Slick sighs, and pushes his way out of Skywarp's grasp. "You'll be fine for the klik it'll take me to get the medic." He dodges the next attempted grab, and enters the medic's private room with an override code for his door. "Got a patient for you, medic."

The medic blinks at him, and lets his plates slide shut. "Is it possible for you bots to not interrupt me when I'm trying to enjoy a bit of downtime?"

"Not when I have an injured seeker that keeps grabbing me and demanding I don't leave him. Move." Oil Slick grabs the bot by the shoulder and drags him out.

He's quickly pulled into Skywarp's lap once in reach, and just gives the medic a dirty look as the bot snickers at him. He isn't sure if Skywarp doesn't have any less visible injuries, so he'll cover all the bases, "Just fix any injuries he has, and make sure you don't hurt him as you do so."

The medic runs a scanner over the Seeker, humming to himself as he interprets the data. "Damaged helmet vents, wing, some minor joint damage to your servo and shoulder, and some matching claw marks. And your core temperature's running a bit high, but I think we can guess why." He gives Skywarp and Oil Slick a knowing look. He numbs the areas he'll be repairing and slaps a mild, non-shocking stasis cuff on the Seeker, "Can't have you warping out mid-repair."

Oil Slick assumes the medic has either been warned about Skywarp, or has worked on him in the past.

He slips out of Skywarp's lap before the medic can shoo him off, but the seeker grabs his servo tightly, not willing to let him go back to his lab. Sighing softly, he leans on the berth as Skywarp is pushed into a laying position. He starts playing with the uninjured wing while the medic works, distracting Skywarp handily.

The Seeker starts to shift, heat radiating from his cockpit, which keeps sliding open the tiniest bit and then snapping shut again. The medic tosses Oil Slick an annoyed glance as Skywarp starts to make the tiniest of happy, whimpery noises, and he presses a servo down on Skywarp's chest, avoiding his cockpit. "Stay still. It's not easy working on you fliers, especially when you feel the need to get fidgety on me."

Oil Slick sighs, and stops caressing the wings. Instead, he leans against the berth, bored; there isn't much to do when the bot getting fixed refuses to let him go. He studies his claws, wondering if he should sharpen them again or not; testing them on the berth, he decides to do it later, since the rough cuts make the medic hiss at him.

Skywarp makes tiny scared whimpery noises since he's no longer being distracted by Oil Slick getting him revved. So Oil Slick leans over, and gently pets the bot's forehead crest. "Calm down, he isn't hurting you, and I'm right here."

The medic watches for a klik, before pushing Oil Slick's servo away, "I swear, next time I'm just putting this bot in stasis while I work, or I'm requiring you to be here." He starts wedging the vents open so he can fix any damaged internal wiring. "Normally he's sobbing by this point."

Oil Slick continues to pet the seeker, "Well, you numbed everything, and he's no longer worked up by watching you fix him." Skywarp's optics dart to the medics servos at the reminder, and Oil Slick taps him gently on the faceplate. "Look at me, Skywarp."

The Seeker focuses on him intently, claws twined tightly around his. "Why do you have a jar on your head?"

The medic snickers again, fixing each vent in turn. Oil Slick taps a claw against his protective glass dome, "This thing? It keeps me safe while I experiment in my lab."

Skywarp gives him a scared look, "Experiments?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose, "Experiments. You were actually quite lucky I hadn't started on what I was planning when you showed up. You could have exploded."

Skywarp flinches, making the medic curse under his breath and fix what bent under the unexpected movement; thankfully the seeker is too focused on him to notice. "What were you planning on doing?"

"Shaking the entire base."

The medic glares at him, "You'll be giving me a warning prior that that explosion, I hope. So I'm not servo-deep in Megatron's wiring when you decide your minions need to lose a few limbs."

Oil Slick arches an optic ridge. "I was unaware you and Megatron were that . . . close."

The medic curses at him, and slaps Skywarp's chest. "I'm done. Get out of my medical bay."

The seeker flinches as the medic removes the stasis cuff, then clings tightly to Oil Slick. Speaking calmly from the bot's grip as they leave, he murmurs, "I think... you should head to recharge, Skywarp. You may want to go back to the moon."

The jet rubs his face in Oil Slick's back, "Can... Can I recharge with you?"

Oil Slick taps his claws against his thigh, considering the request. The Seeker is very pretty, and he was responding remarkably well to his touches. And it had been a while since he'd gotten a chance to interface someone, especially a bot as gorgeous as a Seeker.

"Yes. You can," he decides, already anticipating having that cockpit open under him.

Directing the bot to his room, still not getting put on the floor to his immense irritation, and opens the door. Skywarp looks around the room in frank wonder at the various pictures and tiny decorations in his room. The larger bot stops and stares at his prize possesion, a ram statue he stole from a park; it is big and sturdy enough that Oil Slick can pet it. He adores the way rams look, even if he'd never touch an organic one.

Skywarp reaches out hesitantly, resting a single claw on the top of the statue. "What is it?"

"It's a ram," Oil Slick keeps a close optic on his reaction if the Seeker laughs at him for his interest, Oil Slick is perfectly willing to offline the bot and claim it was an accident. Silly Seekers and their urge to play with dangerous vials of unknown chemicals. For shame.

"It's pretty," Skywarp whispers, and then hides his face against Oil Slick's back, "but scary."

That was a significantly better reaction than the one he'd gotten from his team, certainly not going to kill the seeker after they interface, then. Absently reaching behind him, he pets the seeker's head. "Well, it won't hurt you. Want to go lay down?"

Skywarp gives him a shy smile before walking gingerly to the berth. The bot sits down, and finally lets him go. Slipping off the seeker's lap and on the berth, he watches in great interest as Skywarp stretches out next to him. "You're very beautiful," he murmurs as he runs a servo along the larger mech's cockpit.

The Seeker makes a quiet noise, his cockpit heating under his inquisitive touches. Oil Slick rubs a little harder, claws tracing the supports for the glass, teasing along the seam where it will split open for him. Scratching the glass gently, Oil Slick frowns when the mech's engines and fans stay silent. Looking up, he finds the Seeker's optics offline, and-

He curses the medic thoroughly. That pit-damned bot must have put a recharge code in just to spite him, because Skywarp is clearly in deep recharge, and nothing short of an attack is going to get him online now.

Sighing angrily, he leans up against the seeker, and works on sharpening his claws; they really are far too dull. He'll join the bot in recharge when he's done.

He onlines with a large arm around him, and the gentle warmth of a bot pressed to his back. Checking his internal clock, he sighs, there isn't time for a morning interface; he needs to head to the team meeting. He starts to slip off the berth, only to get yanked back into Skywarp's embrace. "Y-you're leaving me?" comes the unhappy whisper.

"I have a meeting. You're welcome to stay in here, so long as you don't break anything." He tries to free himself from the Seeker's grasp.

"No," Skywarp gasps, holding him tighter. "Don't leave me!"

He winces as his metal dents from the force. "You can come with if you want. We aren't doing anything super important this solar cycle."

Skywarp hops out of the bed, still holding him tight, "Where are we going?"

"To one of the meeting rooms. I'll just," he squirms a bit, "point directions as we go, I suppose. You don't seem inclined to putting me down."

Skywarp nuzzles him affectionately, and carries him out of the room. Oil Slick wishes he had more paint on his chest and sparkplates, because his team is going to know that he didn't manage to interface the Seeker, and they will laugh.

They make it to the meeting, having only passed one bot in the hallway, and the one was clearly half into recharge. Strika raises an optic ridge at the sight of them. She hands them both a cube of energon as they talk, since Oil Slick has long since stopped going to the common room for fueling and she isn't going to let him starve through forgetfullness, "Vell, this is a surprise, Oil Slick. Vant to tell us what happened?"

Skywarp sits on a chair, feet tucked under him to keep away from Spittor's drool, and Oil Slick sips on his cube, "He showed up in my lab, and I decided to let him keep me."

"He is very pretty, Oil Slick," Strika compliments, reaching over to pet the Seeker's wing. She arches an optic ridge when Skywarp flinches away and whines. "Is he broken?"

Oil Slick shrugs, "He's terrified, I'm sure." He pats Skywarp's arm gently, soothing him, "This is my team, Skywarp. They will not hurt you, I promise." He feels Skywarp hide his face against him, and vents a sigh, "He's shy."

Strika looks from Oil Slick's chest to the hiding seeker, "In more vays than one, I can see."

Oil Slick gives her a dirty look, "He was injured, Strika."

She tilts her head, and notes the stress marks on the wing, "Ving injuries are the vorst. Blitzving is constantly stuck on Hothead vhen he has them. It is very annoying vhen I have to been near him vith Lugnut."

Blackout snickers, "Has Megatron heard that you've got a Seeker in your berth, yet?"

Strika laughs back, "Ha, he could not have, or Oil Slick vould not have the Seeker vith him today."

Shaking his head, Oil Slick continues to pet Skywarp to keep him as calm as possible. "I'm not sure Skywarp wouldn't teleport away." He turns a bit, "Do you like Lord Megatron, Skywarp?"

Skywarp whines quietly, trembling hard, "He's scary!"

Oil Slick reaches up, and pets the seeker's face, "I'm certian he likes you, and will do his best not to be scary if you talk to him." Certainly if he wants the seeker in the berth, anyway.

Skywarp nuzzles his servo, letting out a soft purr, "He's still scary."

"Our Lord is a very charming mech vhen he vants to be," Strika chuckles, reaching over again to pet Skywarp, stroking his wing very gently. "He vould make sure you had a very good time in his berth."

Skywarp blinks at her, "Is recharging different in other berths?"

Oil Slick looks up at the seeker incredulously, and only getting a genuinely innocent look in return. Burying his face in his servos, it hits him that Skywarp hadn't even realized he had been hitting on him. Strika laughs loudly, making Skywarp cling to him, hiding his face. "Oh, little seeker, you have no clue how different it can be. My Lugnut and I vant to be in Lord Megatron's berth quite badly, but you vill make it there easily."

"I don't want to recharge in Megatron's berth," Skywarp mutters against Oil slick's armor.

Strika smiles knowingly, "I am sure you vill change your mind after Oil Slick gets your plates open."

Skywarp gasps at her in terror, "He would never crush my sparkshard!" The bot pauses, trembling unhappily, and murmurs sadly into his audio, "Would you?"

"I would not crush your sparkshard, Skywarp. But that isn't what she was talking about."

The seeker goves Strika a shifty look, trying to hide behind Oil Slick, "Then what did she mean?"

Oil Slick vents a long, slow sigh. "She meant interfacing." He desperately ignores the way his teammates all muffle laughter.

"Interfacing?" the Seeker stares at him curiously. "Slipstream said she wanted to 'face Blackarachnia."

Oil Slick pauses, his intakes hitching at that. Frag, that would be he wishes he could watch it. "Do you know what interfacing means?"

Skywarp stares at him, wide opticked, and shakes his head, "Slipstream and Starscream keep changing the subject when I ask or run off in a panic." The jetbot mutters unhappily, "and the others keep saying something about organics with cables and acid."

Oil Slick rubs his temples, "I think... we are going to go to the medic now. Say goodbye to my team, Skywarp."

Skywarp waves at the bots shyly, carrying Oil Slick out of the room. Oil Slick was not looking forward to the next megacycle with the medic.

The Seeker is still staring down at his own cockpit with wide, shocked optics. He keeps tracing the glass absently, letting his cockpit creep open just enough to flash his spark shard before squeaking and snapping it shut again, optics darting around the room. Oil Slick pretends to not be watching him in fascination.

He is standing off to the side, gently petting his ram statue to help feign disinterest. He's fairly certain that if he gets too close the seeker will teleport away, so he'll just wait for the bot to call him over. The idea of watching the bot overload under him is certainly delicious and well worth the wait. He smiles when a breem later Skywarp stutters out, "O-Oil Sl-Slick? Co-come here?"

Walking over, he allows himself to be pulled into the larger mech's lap. "Do you promise not to crush my spark shard?"

"I promise, Skywarp. I would never crush your shard." He pets Skywarp's wing gently. Even if Megatron were to order the Seeker's offlining, he'd expect the shard to be kept intact, after all.

Skywarp pets Oil Slick's chest slowly, unsure of himself. "Can we . . ." he mutters something, possibly a request for an interface. Possibly a request for energon candy.

He lets his plates crack ever so slightly, making the seeker blush and rub his face over his head jar. "Yes, Skywarp?

The seeker glances back and forth between Oil Slick's chestplates and his own, then licking his lips, "I... can we... I want..."

He cracks his plates just a little more, and the bot's claw slips in, "Yes?"

There's a soft whisper asking him to open all the way and connect cables in his audio, a kiss on his headjar, and he can't think of a single reason to deny the request.

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And remember, you can ask for a bot to put with Skywarp. We'll keep it in mind for more chapters we write later. Our only advice is to not to requests Thunderclaw or any of the other seekers, since this is the TFA continuity, and we kind of think of the seekers as a family. And that's just kind of squicky o3o