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"What the slag is going on?!"
Jumping with a gasp, I spun, and very nearly toppled off the edge of the cliff. With a yelp, I could feel my body slipping over the edge, the weightlessness taking me over. I could probably have transformed and somehow caught my balance, but the little one in my hands keened in terror, trembling against me, and I knew that if I transformed, I risked hurting it. I suddenly found arms wrapped around me, pulling me back against a warm, hard body.
"Good catch, Bumblebee." A yellow robot walked in front of me, pulling me away from the edge and closer to the sheer cliff wall on my other side. "Now I want an answer. We got an alert you were in danger, but..." His eyes had been narrowed, and his tone clearly angry, but as a strange tingling ran through my body, he trailed off, his eyes going wide. "Is that...?" He reached forward, towards my hands.
Feeling like I was being threatened, I stepped back, colliding with the body behind me once again. A gasp escaped me as I felt my eyes widen, and I clutched the little one closer to me. Trapped! My heart pounded in fear, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I could make out Maurice dodging behind some boulders, looking worried. No, no, no!
For a moment, it looked like he was going to attempt to take the little one again. He even stepped forward, but I took another step back, a low growl almost oozing out of my throat, without me even realizing it. I would have felt more threatened at the body behind me, except that it also moved back, the hands releasing their grip on me with nothing more than a strange, garbled whistle.
He then stopped. His hands remained raised, but slowly he lowered them as he regarded me. "The little one is hungry."
"You think I don't know that?!" I shot back angrily, feeling something inside me warm and flash.
His eyes narrowed again, almost warningly. "Don't you think you should feed it?"
"Don't you think if I knew how, I would?!" I was angry and frightened. I didn't know these robots, or what they wanted from me. Only the fact that they weren't outwardly attacking me kept me from losing what was left of my control. I held the little one tightly in my hands, my fingers curled over it protectively, while trying not to crush it. Feeling something warm running over my hand, I winced and looked down. There looked to be a tiny puddle of oil, by the smell, underneath the little one.
Did it just pee on me? I felt my own body heat rising in embarrassment. Wonderful. Not that it really bothered me, it was just...unexpected? A small part of me wanted to laugh, as such an unexpected action seemed to break the rising tension within my body. Or, if not break it, at least stem the flow of it a little.
He seemed to pause. "Ah, yes, born human." It was like he didn't even notice we'd scared the piss out of the little one. Literally.
Well that sinched it. He had to know that Optimus guy. If the fact that they'd received the alert signal from the watch wasn't enough to convince me, his words were. Besides Maurice, Optimus was the only other one I'd told me secret to.
"You have to open the catches on your chassis."
Blinking at him, I raised an eyebrow, stroking a finger down the little one's spine once again, and attempting to calm it's terror and hunger the best I could with emotions, even if I didn't have the faintest idea what I was doing.
With a heavy sigh, the yellow robot raised his hands slowly, making sure I knew he wasn't going to harm me. He walked closer, I almost took a step back before catching myself, and he reached out, running a hand over my chest.
"Hey! Watch the hands!" I shouted angrily, feeling a warm heat run through the touch, even as I raised my free hand to swat his away. I could make out a metallic, grinding sound behind me, that sounded vaguely like laughter, and even Maurice was laughing from his position behind the rock. Yeah, yeah. Yuck it up yellow belly. I thought darkly, before once again turning my attention to the two robots.
"Fragging irritating, naive...." He growled slightly. "Do you, or do you not want to save that sparkling?"
I froze as his eyes went to the little one in my hands. "Sparkling?"
"I can explain later."
Fear seized my heart again, at the tone with which he ground out between his teeth, his eyes blazing. It hit me that the more I stalled and fought, the angrier he got, but he was trying to be patient. For my benefit? Or the...'sparkling's? "Fine. Just... Hurry up." I looked down and hummed slightly, watching as surprisingly dim eyes looked up at me. Blue little eyes blinked slowly, before the little one curled up. That can't be a good sign. Hadn't it's eyes been brighter, earlier?
Once again he reached forward, his hands brushing my chest. I didn't like how relaxed my body went at the light touch, like something inside me was telling me not to worry, and how I almost liked the touch.
I bit my metallic...uh, equivalent of a lip, and forced myself to hold still, watching as he flipped two little catches in the center seam and then lightly pressed on either side. I very nearly jumped when the metallic armor seemed to pull apart, revealing my pure white heart glowing brightly in my chest, as well as all my other inner workings. Hey, I could've done that. Looking up, I managed to keep the actual words from escaping, figuring it probably wasn't a good idea to actually mention that to him. I also tried to ignore the sense of horror, realizing all my most inner workings were bared for his eyes.
As my glowing orb of a heart was fully revealed, he seemed to check something out, before nodding slowly, and pointing to a small compartment below my heart. "There. Place the sparkling in there, and it can do the rest."
I felt the body behind me tense up, but ignored it in favor of doing as he mentioned. I placed the sparkling -that term was going to be hard to get used to, and I had yet to figure out what it meant- into the chamber, watching as it slowly crawled inside.
"Slag!"
I felt heat emanating from the chamber, rushing over my fingers like a heater, and the suckling feelings started back up, causing my body to hum in tension, but this tension was not of a sexual or uncomfortable nature. I almost felt...happy, excited. The little one was still cold, and that felt awkward inside me, but I could only hope it would warm with time. Then I felt something latch inside me, and a small popping sensation. "Oh!" I lurched slightly, even as my...armor? Even as my metallic chest slowly closed over the chamber with the tiny sparkling within. The contentment was back, mostly from the little one now nestled inside me.
I relaxed a little. My body felt like I was slowly being drained, but after a moment it seemed to fade. I mean, I could still feel it if I focused, but it wasn't foremost in my mind. My body felt warmer than usual, and there was a chilled weight in my abdomen where the little one sat, but...as strange as it seemed, my instincts almost seemed to back off. Almost like things were amost right, except that weird feeling of dread was back.
"Fragging nosy Decepticons! He must've followed her! Bumblebee, we need to get them out of here!"
Jumping a little, I pressed a hand over the area the little sparkling was inside, and looked up. His once again angry tone had me backing up a step, and I found yellow arms coming around me from behind. I would have worried, but they only seemed to be supporting me. They weren't tight enough to worry me.
"Slag it! We're going to have to make a run for it! Where'd the human male go?" The larger of the two yellow robots began looking around.
Looking down, I pulled myself out of the grasp of the one behind me in order to grab Maurice out of his hiding spot, my fingers curling around his tiny form almost familiarly as I stood up straight. "What's going on?" I was wary. I didn't like the way both robots suddenly seemed to panic, but at the same time, part of me still didn't trust them, either.
I wanted to run. I had Maurice and the...sparkling. I could leave if I wanted to. As it was, these robots probably knew more about what was going on than I did. ....Ok, well, that was a given, but they were probably more prepared to protect themselves. I mean, hand-to-hand combat only goes so far when against a metallic being. It's not like I could bust ribs if they don't even have ribs.
"No time to explain! Transform and lets go!"
"Wait!" I stepped away from them, and closer to the edge of the cliff, trying to ignore the drop that would likely cause some damage. "I don't even know you! I'm not about to just run off with you! And what the hell is going on?! What's a Decepticon? What's a sparkling? What're you all panicking about?" I backed up, until I was right on the edge. I almost took another step back, but my foot slipped off the edge, causing me to stumble.
They both looked like they wanted to grab me, but I was able to get my balance, and stayed on the edge of the cliff. "Besides, I don't even know if I can transform, and if I can, I can't fly very well, or very fast." I shook my head violently, trying to understand.
Message from Starfleet... The smaller yellow robot pointed towards the cliff, his eyes wide. Help's on it's way. It almost sounded like clips from movies I'd seen, especially the Starfleet one, but why was he talking like that? Tilting my head, I took a good look at the robots, who were staring each other in the eyes, silently.
The taller was definitely older. He sounded the part, and kind of looked it. It almost looked like he had a really big nose, or mustache or something, I had a hard time figuring out what parts were what looking at him. He was taller, broader, and yellow, with the word 'rescue' painted on his leg.
That brought me back to the Hummer.
So he's...like me. Sorta. Kinda. Maybe. But I had a feeling, with all these terms he was using that I didn't know, either he had a hell of a lot longer time to get used to the change, or he was born -created, whatever- this way. That also made me think that like Optimus, maybe his humanoid form, which I'd seen twice at the club, was also a hologram. Or rather, it confirmed my suspicions.
The other one was smaller, probably the Camaro. That would have made him the boy who attempted to be my sub the other night. The really young, really sweet-looking one. I guess it sort of made sense, I wasn't really ready to admit it yet, but with those oversized doors that looked like wings, shifting every now and then, and the antennai... Well, his name definitely suited, and he was almost kind of cute.
They were glaring at each other, and I could only blink in surprise. I mean, the other one was younger and smaller, but whatever they were doing, he was standing his own. Then there was a low growl, and I found my head whipping around to the Hummer.
"Fine. I don't like it, but...fine! Frag!" He turned towards us. Reaching out, he took my free hand slowly, almost being melodramatic about the lack of threat he offered as he seemed to reset something in the watch. "You run, we'll take care of the 'con."
What the flip is a 'con'?! I almost wanted to scream the words, but the look on his face told me he was about two seconds away from tearing out the throat of whoever spoke next.
"I don't want you leaving town, though."
I snorted. This was my home. Even if I could get away, where would I go, and what would I do?
He glared at me lowly, his grip tightening briefly, before he released me. "I want to be able to check up on the sparkling. Oh! And before you ask, that's a very young..." His eyes went dim a moment, before brightening again. "Offspring. Infant. Baby. It's like a newborn baby, and it's fully dependant on you. I don't like that, your energy levels are low as it is." He growled again. "Fragging 'cons, and fragging irresponsible femmes!"
Hey! I had no idea what he was going on about. Well, half of it, anyways, but somehow I had a feeling I'd just been insulted. Maybe it was how 'femme' sounded strangely similar to 'female' and seemed to superimpose that image on my mind, and with the look he was shooting me-
Pulling back, he nodded sharply. "Go. Now. Before I change my mind."
As many questions as I had, and as annoyed as his attitude made me, I had a feeling turning around and leaving silently was perhaps the best option. He was...frightening in his anger, especially considering I had no idea what he was capable of. With a slow nod, I turned, putting Maurice down a few steps away. Then I paused. Looking at the larger yellow robot, I felt some measure of gratitude towards him.
My lips trembled a moment, before I felt them turning up into a tentative smile. "Thank you." With a nod, I quickly transformed, and took to the air once Maur was inside. I beat a hasty retreat, chosing to go to my actual home rather than the warehouse, for a change.
The entire ride I wondered...
Would they be ok on their own?
(Normal POV, with Bumblebee and Ratchet)
For a long moment, the medic watched the femme leave, raising an optic ridge at her almost clumsy flying, and trying not to show that he actually appreciated the gratitude she took the time to show. Once she was out of sight, and he could no longer sense the sparkling within her, he growled, his irritation floating up. If she'd been stronger, I'd still be able to sense her energy. She's too weak, and with the sparkling, she's only going to get weaker. This is not good.
She was a strange one. She was small in protoform, it appeared. She would be about the same height as the other femmes, but she was slighter of build, with armor that appeared to be too big for her. Her armor was silver in color, and although she had a very feminine form, her legs were well hidden under large sheaths of armor, and her chassis seemed only to appear larger than it was because of the armor covering her.
Her internal workings had been a surprise. He'd expected more space within her, but was startled to find so very little. Her spark appeared to be smaller in nature, giving her more room to carry sparklings, and the nursing chamber was also small, meaning she'd have to wean the little one sooner than he would have liked, considering such tiny sparklings grew quickly until they were too big for their first frame, then slowed with their second and final.
Still, it took all he had not to growl when her energy signal disappeared. It happened far too soon for his likings, and with the sparkling within her, it would only be a matter of hours before her system grew too weak to sustain consciousness.
Suddenly, he whirled on Bumblebee.
'Why did we let her leave? She was carrying a newborn sparkling, and it's energy signature had no relation to her own. Not to mention, they were both severely malnourished!' Ratchet glared slightly at Bumblebee, before slowly and purposely heading in the opposite direction of the femme. He sent a brief message to the others, filling them in that they'd let the strange femme and her friend go, informing them of the incoming Decepticon and the femme's unwillingness to cooperate.
'Optimus wants us to protect her, not scare her silly. You heard him. Under no circumstances are we to attempt to force her to do anything she doesn't want. Not to mention, she now has a sparkling with her, so her maternal instincts may make her unpredictable.' Bee rationalized, shooting the medic a dark look, before turning back to the mission at hand.
His own processor flashed back to meeting her at the club, the Dragon's Den. It was a fetish club for those who prefered strange and exotic lifestyles. Submissive and Dominant were most popular, as his research had shown, but when he went in, he knew he'd have to play the role of a submissive. He just didn't have the personality to be a dominant. What he wasn't expecting was the surprisingly gentle approach the femme took to him, even though she was clearly suspicious of him, and not afraid to throw him to the sharks.
She never once hurt him, and even kissed the damaged area, after one of her friends hurt him. That was a sign of apology from a dominant if his research was correct, and the kiss on the lips... He felt his cooling jets switch on, and thanked Primus they were on a low enough setting that Ratchet wouldn't hear them.
The kiss had been unexpected, and rather pleasant to him. He found he didn't see the femme in a romantic light, although she was fairly pretty -even if her armor was oversized in areas. He was simply surprised at how she acted. He also knew the kiss wasn't a romantic thing on her part, either, but part of her 'mask'.
'Still. If the sparkling offlines, I'm going to have a word with that slagging stubborn femme!'
Bee whistled quickly, rolling his optics behind the back of the medic, and trying not to smile, considering the situation at hand. If the sparkling offlines, he'll be having more than a word with her. He followed the medic, keeping his sensors on full alert and keeping an optic on both the femme's signal and the Decepticon's, almost sagging in relief when the 'con signal kept heading their way. Luckily his sensors were heightened, as a Scout, because undoubtedly, Ratchet couldn't sense her anymore.
'Ratchet, report.' Optimus' deep voice commanded calmly, over their internal communications.
Turning their attention to the task at hand, the Autobots allowed the escape of the femme, hoping that the small amount of help they had provided would allow her to trust them a little more. They all had questions for the strange human-born Cybertronian femme.
But more than anything? Optimus worried what kind of trouble she might find herself in, without them.
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