The Ones In Command
By: MyNameIsJag
Chapter 10: It Just Gets Weirder
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with TF or any of the franchise. The name for my chapters are weird…
Notes: There are stories out there about the Praxians being closely related to the Seekers, so this idea popped up. Also there is a surprise guest from another TF generation in here for my amusement. Mech/Mech slash that kind of thing get it. Odd pairings Prowl/Ratchet/Red Alert with other couples thrown in.
Warning: It's starting to get more and more adult themed…then again it started off with the mentioning of decapitated helms and dry humping… I don't think I have any shame left, which works for me. T-M in this chapter, depending on who you are.
Thanks to: Ayami1, Jovianokami, Kitt21, Jagwarakit, Ultra Rodimus, Darkeyes17, Sideslip, RemRene, Katea-Nui, S. Phantom, Maya, Vigatus, Amaya, Lazzyninja, NativeWolfy
Being related to Seekers meant having some of the same programming and Prowl has been suppressing his for way to long. Now the codes are out and he wants a Trine and two poor bots won't know what hit them.
"Ugh, okay, so if we move this here and reduce the intakes of this and decrease this…that still leaves us with that…"
The shuttle sighed and tapped his digits on the surface of the table, he was working out some of the kinks in the energon converter machine, the thing was built but now it required the exact coding to make it all come together. He glanced over at his mate, the little microscope happily going over data and humming away…he really was like a walking plushi for the flier, easy to grab and cuddle with and when squeezed just right, he let out the cutest sounds.1
It was even cute during interface when the red mech hit his overload and shouted out random equations…but he wasn't going to tell anyone that…Perceptor was so embarrassed from his little outbursts.
Mmm…maybe he could get him to help with this equation?
He placed his instruments down quietly, hey, he was a flier and his coding either wanted in the air or a distraction from being on the ground and right now his work wasn't keeping him focused so…it was time for something else to distract him.
Just a few feet away…and he could grab him before the little mech knew what was going on…his servo reached out…the smile on his face growing…and the thought of hijacking the scientist was becoming more and more a reality…
"No."
He paused…huh?
Perceptor looked over his shoulder at him, "Sky…we are bonded and you have still not adapted at concealing your thoughts very well, I know what you were just planning to do and I would appreciate being able to finish my work." He snapped his helm back to his work.
What was that, Percy never…oh…OH…the shuttle could have slapped his own forehead…damn it, he forgot but settled on giving the back of his mate a stern look, "Perceptor, have you gone to Ratchet yet?"
"I have not besides it is his off day, he gets so few of them that I do not wish to bother him."
"…This is a serious matter!"
The cold shoulder treatment…great…
Sighing he went back to his work, not before glancing back at his mate, "Percy, honey?"
The microscope didn't bother looking at him, "Honey, nothing, the whole situation is your fault if you would keep yourself under control and not be so insistent, this 'serious matter' would have never came to be."
The flier shifted his pedes and pouted, "But it's not my fault your so cute," especially that bouncy aft of his…but that was why he was in trouble wasn't it.
"Don't care."
A laugh came from somewhere followed by a quick, 'shush.'
Both scientists looked around the room…another snicker…Skyfire's optics narrowed at a particular spot, he had spent so much time in the labs that he should have noticed the slight difference before.
Noticing his mates glare, Perceptor picked up an empty flask and flung it at the spot, hitting something dead on as a familiar frame come into view and hit the ground. The two stared at the prone figure as Mirage shimmered into view, slipping off a table and quickly kneeling by his knocked out mate, "Hound? Primus, I told you not to laugh and look what happened."
The spy gently shook a shoulder, not looking too concerned as he continued to talk to Hound, who then decided to snore, "Of course…you would do something like this, I am not carrying you."
The Towers mech stood up and looked at the camera, "Time."
A slight giggle as the AI came on, "Team Two: Mirage and Hound, Place: Lab, Time: Two hours and five seconds. Now in the lead with five seconds. Should I call someone down there to help him?"
A scoff, "No, if he wasn't so busy being amused about what was happening then we wouldn't be in the lead by a mere five seconds. When he wakes up, tell him I will be waiting for him in our room."2
They watched the high class mech leave before glancing over at the recharging tracker then at each other, Skyfire gave him a smile, "Nice shot."
A quick, humph and the bot turned back to his work, still ignoring him.
"Oh, Percy, how would I know that going a little rougher then normal would do that?"
This time a flask went sailing by his helm, "Because, you-" a tube, "are at least-" slides, "two or three," was that Bumblebee, "times bigger then me!"
The flier was now trying his best to hide under a table and failing, "But it never mattered before and you were loving it at the time!" An angry growl and he had to dodge a spare tool, "And you were sooo deep too." He got smacked with one of Wheeljack's inventions as he rolled out of his hiding place.
"I don't care, the soreness and the possibilities of what could have happened were staggering, what if I had managed to-"
Skyfire finally grabbed the microscope and held him close, the tinier frame wiggling against his, "We would have taken care of it, you know that, if it did happen…I would be overjoyed…that's why you're angry…you're afraid…" The struggles stopped and a low whimper hit his audios, he could only hold him closer.
"It's alright Perce."
His mate nodded into his chassis, the feelings were now sent over the bond from where the small mech had been blocking his…fear…regret…acceptance…hope…it was all understandable.
"I'm sorry…I didn't think your seals would break…but I guess I forgot how fragile you are."
A sniffle, "It's fine…I know you didn't…"
The shuttle gave a cheeky smile, "Still…without that there…you were pretty deep…and I wouldn't mind seeing a few little miniature fliers running around."
"Or giant microscopes?"
"Maybe they'll be flying microscopes that can change sizes?"3
The light laughter mingled into each other as they snuggled closer into each others warmth, ignoring the sound of a certain trackers snores.
"Hi, guys, guess what-why is Hound on the ground?"
The two looked over to see both Bluestreak and Wheeljack staring inside the lab, the Praxian waved at them, happily ignoring the mech on the floor unlike his intended, "Hi, me and Jacks are together!"4
-Break-
Ratchet raised an optic at his mate as he himself was busy putting the necessary mods on the replacement arm, "Red…I let you in here because I thought it might calm you down but your putting a trench in my floor."
"Huh, oh, I'm sorry Ratchet," he stopped and stared at the arm, the medic was now making sure the wires were right by tapping an electrical flow into them with what a human might call jumping cables hooked up to a monster battery. Touch this wire, the digit moved, touch that wire, the servo closed, apply it over on that one, the whole arm moved like it was alive. "That is so creepy."
The medic just shook his helm and continued his work without looking back at the Lambo, "You're worried about him, aren't you?"
"And you're not?"
Prowl had gone back to meet up with Smokescreen, a little check on the fellow brethren Praxian…just to make sure he wasn't harmed…yet. But there was no doubt in the Security Officer's processor that the Con was up to something…not caring about the actual details besides the fact not only was a fellow Autobot in there with the beast…but his mate to be as well. He couldn't help the scenarios that ran through his helm, not a one good.
A sigh and the red servo that had digits expanded with little clips and other small tools relined itself back to normal…such interesting things the tools of a medic were…the brief thought of what the healer had to go through to get them passed by…after all no one was made with weapons, they picked them and applied them to their systems and frames. Reason why there were more soldiers then medics, the fronliners had to go through training, armor upgrades, weapon installation and other things among that nature. More like a slap on job, really. A medic had to learn the trade, then have his tools integrated into his systems slowly so not to crash the processor, each digit had to be taken apart and rebuilt and reformatted. It was slow and often painful…then after the process was done…they had to learn it all again, now using their new equipment.5
Slender and profound…the SD had to admit…he was one of the mech's that found the servos…tantalizing…
The ambulance had caught him staring as he finished up the last bit, a quick glance at his servo and pulled it out of sight, "If you don't like me doing that, I won't do in front of you. I know how some freak out over them." He recalled being on a recon mission to help some neutrals who had never seen an actual trained medic, they only had those who had learned by trail and error. It was all fine, nothing to damaging until he had to do some wire work on one. The femme freaked as she watched his servo spilt apart into, the sections elongating and doing a spider impression. It was necessary for him to be able to do that, if he didn't have his equipped servos he would have had to taken apart the structure that was in the way just to fix the problem and that would have been painful for her. He had never met someone so against his tools and when she started to freak out, the others did as well…clearly thinking there was something wrong with him.6
A frown was now on the mech's face, "No, I was just thinking of what we all had to go through to get what makes us what we are today."
A tilt of the helm, "Really, what mods and upgrades were added to your protoform, there isn't much out there on what a security mech goes through."
The multicolored bot sighed and pointed at his horns, "These…were not part of my original design, they were added so my sensor range would expand. Do you know on the twins games when the character has radar and it runs through and everything looks like your looking through a night vision scope."
Not really but the medic could understand the scope part, "So you see everything like a radar?"
"Yes and no, I can see you and the room normally but my sensors are always supplying me with a scan of the room in the back of my processor. It allows me to tell were everything is and if it has been moved even a little, if there is heat from a frame somewhere under stuff and allows me to hear for the slightest difference in noise. It a renewed image every so kliks and the programs installed let's me continue on without having to check them constantly, kinda like it runs on autopilot in a way."
"I think the same thing happens with Prowl's doorwings, what sensors were used to detect the slightest change in the air current was changed to ground when the Praxian ancestors were grounded. But his was from design, yours is from reformatting…did it hurt?"
The SD tilted his helm, he didn't want to tell him yes and cause his mate to worry of something that was in the past but he didn't want to lie either, "Yes…they had to go through my helm and wire the sensors directly into my processor, so for a while I was walking around with two holes on each side of my helm and loose wires hanging out because they couldn't close them in case my systems rejected them. Abit like with you servos, you learn it, they break it, it get's 'fixed', and you learn it all over again."
"Long, painful but in the end worth it."
A light laugh, "Yeah…worth it." He couldn't tell him it was because of the program that he had a glitch…that the his processor would become to overloaded with information and went into a frenzy trying to decipher the information that was stored and changing. But it was because of his training he was here…inside the ARK where it was safe…he made sure it was.
"Ugh, now I got to get this thing over to where our 'guest' is." The medic glared at the new arm, he wasn't allowed to roll the thing around without suspision and there was no way Prowl or Prime was going to let a Decepticon walk to the medbay like he belonged here.
He gave a pleading look to his mate, "Any idea how to sneak a Decepticon arm to the other side of the base without anyone knowing?"
A quick smirk was all the answer he needed.
So Red Alert didn't tell about his Special Ops programs, what he was really designed for and why he had the upgrades…but even though he had nothing to do with that branch anymore, he didn't have the it uninstalled… Those codes did come useful whenever he needed them, "Yes…but…"7
Red servos went to matching hips, "But what?"
"It's a secret and I need some…insurance…to make sure you don't tell."
"…You're a pervert aren't you, Red Alert?"
"You know what my hobby is, so is it really surprising?"
A light laugh as the medic was suddenly pulled into the other's chassis, "Primus, bless the Lamborghini, they'll be the death of me."8
-Break-
"Ma Blaster Master, cure ma aching spark of it's ache!" The saboteur fell over into the Communication Officers arms, said mech just looked amused at the act his mate put on.
"This is why you're not allowed things," He picked him bridal style while Jazz decided it was time for a death scene…one he was copying out of a certain manga.
"Ma spark, it begs for ya…A'h forgot the rest so just kiss me when A'h die so A'h can come back and we can get busy making sparklings."
He then preceded to die.
Blaster just shook his helm as the rest laughed, he loved his mate…weirdness and all.
Elita-1 smiled, it was nice to see a couple like that during the war, she gave a quick glance up at her mech, knowing he was thinking the same thing. He looked down at her and gently placed an arm around her, pulling her close. It was nice to get lost in little games like this, something to make them feel younger at spark and just enjoy.
S.A.R.I had commed them with Mirage's and Hound's status and the femme leader's closest friend and disappeared along with Ironhide. Sure they would get further then the other teams.
"Hey…Blast…"
The red mech glanced down at the whispering Porsche, "Yes, Jazz?"
"Am dead…"
"Okay."
"Kiss me, I don't like being dead."
A quick kiss on the lips and the 'dead' mech was bounding out of the others arms yelling, "A'H LIVE! Hahahahha!" He turned and pounced on the cassette player, "Let's get making some sparkling, in the manga, ya supposed to please me now."9
Optimus sighed, why were the ones in command absolutely insane.
-Break-
"Okay, so I looked up everything on Teletran-1 on Praxians…I learned that our computer hates me and that Praxians are crazy."
Sunstreaker gave his brother a look, "Why does the computer hate you, never mind I don't want to know. Did you get anything we could use?"
"No, most of it was about traditions and stuff like that, nothing we ourselves can do because we don't have wings nor do we understand the 'the language of the winged.' What ever the pit that means."
Nothing…damn…this was turning out harder then they thought…
The red twin rubbed the back of his helm, there had to be something…what did Blue like…talking…he liked talking. Let's see…treats…anything sweet really, maybe they can give him something along those lines.
He sighed and looked at his brother, "Guess we can start off with gifts and an apology…and maybe some groveling…"
A snort, "He might forgive us but that's not going to back him come back."
"True…but we need to find away for him to understand the whole spark thing and make it seem that it was his idea the whole time. Cause I doubt going up to him and going, 'we have one spark, take us to be in your trine', is going to work."
A tilt of the finned helm, "You want to trick him into believing he came up with the idea that it would be good to have us as mates?"
"Yeah and I think I know how."
TBC
R&R
1: I think everybody is a plushi to Skyfire…and now I have the image of him collecting bots to use as cuddle toys…awww.
2: He'll be fine. I think…
3: I really think they're a cute pairing and I really want to see flying microscopes.
4: Blues to happy about the news to care about the fact that there is a past out mech on the floor…Wheeljack just wonders why.
5: Cause no one is born a weapon…they are made into one. At least they got to decided on what kind they were.
6: To me, his servos would have to be slim and long so he can reach around wires without causing any further damage. Also I think if no one had ever seen someone's hand suddenly come apart like that, they would be freaked out.
7: I like the idea of Red being an ex-Ops mech, it would explain why he freaks out so much, like from a mission gone wrong.
8: Cause it doesn't matter what happens or what story, Ratchet will have a Lambo after his red aft.
9: I don't know why I wrote this part but I did…it made me laugh though.
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