Disclaimer: Transformers is owned by Hasbro. Ellie and Alpha Quatrus are my original characters. No financial gain has been received. No infringement is intended or implied.
A/N: Again, really, really sorry about this. Sequel to 'Four Way,' rated M for explicit reference. I know that I was in some sort of sick mama mode when I wrote this, so if you don't agree, you don't have to read.
Seeded?
Finally, after nearly an hour, the mechs began to move. Reluctantly, Soundwave retracted his tentacles from the ports the girl had him interface. He noted she groaned in regret when he left her aft.
Still not wanting to move, he manifested his holo image to go into the bathroom and retrieve a wet wash cloth and towels for them to clean off with. Reluctantly, the image complied and then disappeared when he just could not muster the Energon to keep it active. Lazily, he washed off his tentacles and retracted them one at a time. Finally, he was able to sit up, much to the delight of the young Autobot he would bet, and swore he was dizzy when he did it. He began to wash off the sensitive interface, and then frowned in his mind when he noticed it wasn't just the girl's lubricant on him. It almost looked like seeding mixture. He shrugged it off. Even if it was, she was human, it would not take.
He tried to get up, and collapsed back onto the black and yellow 'bots torso.
"Oof!" was the only reply. He was probably too tired to even notice.
Eventually, he was able to stand on visibly shaking legs. He staggered over to the wall, and heavily sat down on the Cybertronian sized chair. She had it brought in when she realized she would always have at least one mech with her from the time of their official unification rights.
He looked around at the carnage of mechs. Smiling, he chuckled as he realized they were probably the happiest carcasses he would ever see. Then he noticed something odd, every one of them still had their seeders deployed and their chest plates open.
Normally, when a mech had completed a successful overload, their reproductive interface would automatically retract. That wasn't happening here.
Frantically, he searched his archives of Cybertronian files to find any medical explanation of what was happening. Eventually, he found it.
He rocked forward as far as his current state would let him. "No!" he whispered aloud. It couldn't be. She was human, it was impossible.
Then he realized, it was equally impossible for a human to have a spark, but she did.
"Soundwave to Autobot Ratchet," he sent via his internal link.
After a few moments, the medic answered.
"About time you guys started moving around."
"Request verification of medical possibility," he stated. He so did NOT want to have to deal with pleasantries when this might have happened.
"What medical possibility? Is it Ellie?" the Autobot sounded concerned.
"Perhaps. Estimated time of arrival to her quarters?" he asked.
"I'm pulling into the gate right now. Out," was the terse answer.
Eighty-two seconds later, the Autobot medic was letting himself into their room. One look around and he stopped and stared dumbfounded. The only being even remotely moving was Soundwave, and he really didn't have the Energon for much more than awareness.
The sound in the hall behind the chief medical officer told him he wasn't alone. He identified the sounds of at least three other mechs either on the stairs or in the hall. One of whom was definitely the Prime.
Briefly, he felt concerned for his unified. He knew she would be self-conscious about this situation. Fortunately, when Prime looked in the room and saw the obvious state they all were in, he quickly closed the door and ordered everyone back to their business.
Soundwave noticed that the large mech made certain to stand guard outside their door himself.
"Where's Ellie?" Ratchet finally was able to ask.
"Beneath Alpha Quatrus," he answered stoically.
Finally, there were signs of life from Bumblebee and Thundercracker as they each began to groan. Ratchet ignored them for the moment, except to 'accidentally' clip the Seeker's seeder with his foot.
The unfortunate mech yelped painfully and clutched his interface as he rolled onto his side and remained still.
Soundwave chuckled in spite of himself.
"Can you move to help me get him off her?" the medic asked Soundwave.
The spymaster tried to get his legs under him, and collapsed back against the chair.
"I guess not," Ratchet muttered. He walked back to the door and opened it a crack. "I need help Optimus," he said.
Without a word, but a great deal of concern in his optics, the Prime walked into the room and quickly closed the door behind him.
"What's wrong?" he asked worriedly.
"Don't know yet. These mechs are secondary to Ellie. She's under Quatrus. I need help to get him off her."
"NO!" Soundwave was adamant. "They are still interfaced," he tried to tell them.
"What?" Optimus asked incredulously.
"Still?" was Ratchet's reaction.
"Oh . . . HELL!" was Ratchet's eventual reply. "Well, change of plan then."
Ratchet sniffed the air and then looked around at the mechs, a strange gleam in his optic. Carelessly, he walked over to Bumblebee who was finally able to get his elbows under him and lever himself up to look confusedly at Ratchet, then Optimus and back. Without a word to the young mech, the medic callously reached out and grabbed the end of the seeder and roughly twisted.
"Ow!" he yelped as he collapsed back onto the bed and covered the appendage with his hand.
Optimus covered his own groin plate in sympathy, but said nothing.
The Cybertronian looked at the liquid he had collected and ran his medi scanner over it. "Oh BLOODY hell!" he exclaimed.
"Will you please tell me what this has to do with my daughter?" Optimus finally demanded.
"These guys are in this state because your daughter is in a seeding cycle," Ratchet finally stated. "This is seeding mixture," he showed the prime the pale green viscous fluid with silver specks floating in it.
"And given the position they were all in when I came in here, I'm guessing she took more than one of them at once," he continued. "The fact that she and Alpha Quatrus remained engaged even after they all probably went into recharge further supports the theory.
"Optimus, I believe your daughter may be with seedlings," he finally stated.
"What? That's impossible! She's human," he tried to deny.
"Human with spark," Soundwave pointed out.
Optimus looked at his daughter's mate in denial, then staggered back and collapsed on the Cybertronian chair on the opposite side of the door. "This can't be happening," he groaned. "My little girl is going to be a mother again?"
"I won't know for sure until I can examine her. As of right now, no idea how long that is going to be," Ratchet explained.
"Since she is a hybrid of some kind, this is totally unexplored territory. I don't know if the seeding is going to implant properly, if at all. And what really concerns me is how her body will react if it did," Ratchet was saying distractedly.
"You mechs," Ratchet addressed the now somewhat mobile males. "You're going to have to remain in this state until her body either gets what it needs or her cycle is over. We'll have to have nourishment sent to you until you can come out to get it yourselves.
"With Cybertronian femmes, this generally lasts anywhere from a few hours to a couple days. But, since she is human, well, you may very well be looking forward to staying here for at least two days, maybe as long as a week."
"Is she going to want us all at once again?" Thundercracker asked almost hopefully.
"Really! T. M. I.!" Optimus exclaimed as he launched himself off the chair and beat a hasty retreat toward the door.
"Just let me know when I can see my daughter," he said as he fled, softly closing the door behind him.
Ratchet shook his head and smiled at his leader, anyone but his daughter he would be fine with.
"Not likely," he addressed them. "I figure she will definitely need you each in your mech form though. Other than that, it's probably going to be a matter of preference," he finished.
"When you can make yourselves decent for mixed company, she should be done with you," he said as he went out the door.
"Well, slag it!" Thundercracker stated as he finally pushed himself up to a sitting position. "What do we do until she wakes up?"
The sound of Alpha Quatrus awakening caught their attention.
"I believe she should be getting ready for rounds two, three, four and five, if my information is correct," Soundwave stated.
"What information?" Bumblebee wanted to know as he stared up at the ceiling.
"I have extensive files on many subjects," he explained.
"A cycling femme will send her collective into recharge while she assimilates the seeding programming. When they start coming out of recharge, it generally means she will begin cycling again soon."
"Oh. So we get to boink her again?" Thundercracker was hopeful.
"You are missing the point high flier," Bumblebee said distractedly. Groaning, he sat up and gingerly sat on the edge of their bed. "She's in a SEEDING cycle. If it works, it means that at least one of us, if not ALL of us are going to be procreators," he elaborated.
"Oh crap," he said, using one of their human's favorite expressions. After a second of processing, he happily, if a little gingerly, climbed to his feet and began to dance around, enjoying the feeling of the air he generated on his spike. "I'm gonna be a dad-dy! I'm gonna be a dad-dy!" he sang.
Bumblebee and Soundwave looked sadly at each other. They were on the same wavelength with this one; IF it worked. Then, figuring they would give the young spark something else to distract himself, they each reached for him. Until she woke up, they had these perfectly good spikes just doing nothing but looking pretty.
T.C. laughed when he was caught by the seeder and the aft vent. He really enjoyed being unified.