"I cannot believe you!" Whiplash screamed at her spark mate and teammates.
"Whip, please," Tarn began. No one else dared to bargain with her in this state.
"Don't even try it with me, Tarn!" She was pounding on everything that she could get her servos on; throwing any little thing that was loose enough to throw. "I cannot believe you would all – I mean, I know she's – But really!?"
"Whiplash!" Tarn finally had enough of his mate's temper tantrum. Though he understood all too well she had the right. When Whiplash was this mad, it made any mech standing quake in his armor.
"And now she's…" Whiplash looked sick, eyeing each and every one of them. "She's… And it's yours…" She trailed off, covering her intake. She allowed her tears to fall.
No one was comfortable with those words. The five mechs only hung their heads, staying silent; glancing sideways at each other. Even Tarn, for being their leader, was unable to speak. He was especially downtrodden with the news that Electrum had sparked.
"Perhaps she'll terminate…?" Kaon spoke. The others looked at him, and some chatter began between Helex and Tesarus.
"She won't." Tarn shook his helm. "I am sure she is not the kind of femme to do such a thing."
"Perhaps she could be… persuaded?" Whiplash piped up with a bit of turn in mood.
No one spoke. It was a touchy subject, let alone about the mother of the issue; in truth, no one wished to think that such a way that might get him out of this situation. No, not even the mighty and merciless DJD.
Whiplash sat on the edge of a console. She shook her helm. "You're alone tonight, Tarn. In fact, you're alone for a good long while. All of you, I can't stand to see you."
Tarn lifted his helm. He took two steps slowly towards his spark mate. He said nothing, but held his servos out to her.
"No. Don't." Whiplash didn't even look at him. "You didn't think of me when you…" She held up a servo, her claws fully formed in her anger.
"I love you, Whip." Tarn trailed off.
Whiplash straightened her back but looked away from him. She didn't say anything.
"What can I do to make this up to you?" Tarn pleaded as the others left him. It had now become intensely personal between his spark mate and himself. He wished to make things right again.
When Whiplash finally turned to look upon Tarn, she had an idea in her processor. Her tear stained cheeks belied the upturned dermas.
"So…" On their berth, Whiplash circled Tarn's spark chamber with a digit. Tarn gave a chuckle at the same time Whiplash giggled. "How was that?"