Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of the franchise that is Transformers, blah, blah, blah…

Warnings: This chapter is going to spell out specifically why I rated this fic an 'M', people! If you don't like one-shot/drabble kinda smex, you might want to skip over Bound in Passion and Lick.


If you want to look to the future for direction, You must look to the past, Because the future's a reflection of it. –Will Smith.


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History Doesn't Always Repeat:

The first year after Rad's coming of age, his twelfth year of life, he spent most of the time researching everything he could in the underground library and spending as much time as possible with his father, because he couldn't stand to be near Keller if he could possibly help it. He could barely even look at Carlos.

The first year after Carlos reaching his maturity, he spent his days working under his father and brothers. He learned all there was about trapping an enemy, fighting and mind games. He got so good near the end of the year that he'd managed to bag a rogue lion that had gotten past their borders. He and Rad barely spoke at all.

The first year after Alexis' revealing, she spent it roaming the kingdoms looking for someone to take her in, hoping when she woke up from her few hours of sleep that she'd stop feeling such pain from the break on the left side of her skull and her shattered heart.

When Rad turned thirteen, he started trying to work things out with Carlos, even going so far as to go with the Spaniard on month long trips around the world. He collected small bits of the magic each culture was known for and was a little happier and getting much smarter. He even got a tattoo in the City that looked like the ancient symbol for protection in the language of the ruins. It was on his right shoulder in faded green ink.

When Carlos turned thirteen, he became the second in command of his tribe's hunting party to replace his injured father. Keller still reigned supreme as the leader, but the gazelle found that with his new title came a lot of travel and a lot more killing of creatures twice his size and twice as lethal. He still wasn't sure if it was good that he felt proud whenever he brought a Predator's pelt back.

When Alexis turned thirteen, she discovered the hard way that not only did Herbivores despise and fear Flukes, but so did the Predators. They saw her kind as easy sex or easy prey and when she made the mistake of wondering into Galloway's territory, she got the full brunt of this base of thought when he tried to rape her, burned the left side of her body and she had to break his jaw to get out alive.

In Rad's fourteenth year, he had almost mastered his Push. There were still flaws that he couldn't beat out of himself, but his father said that he shouldn't try and beat them out. Flaws often gave people strengths that they didn't realize they needed until the time came. Rad didn't believe Mr. White, but did as he was told. He also gathered some minor information about Billy and Fred, but kept it to himself. He'd use the information when the time came, as it always would.

In the fourteenth year of Carlos, he gained height like a beanstalk. He was the tallest member of the entire hunting party and taller than even his father in his prime. He dedicated the year to bulking up in muscle by eating green plants that were supposed to help his internal systems, but only made him vomit and got about seven tattoos. He found himself missing the connection he and Rad had when they were younger, and as such got his tattoos in a faded green as well. All were the symbols of inspiration and ran along his shoulders like half-completed crow tracks.

Fourteen was the age that Alexis was forever grateful she survived. In that year she made the mistake of accepting the so-called kindness of Prometheus Black. She received companionship and a place to stay, but was unfortunate to find that it came for a price when he tried to experiment on her with his little flea-bitten lapdog Masterson. She was lucky not to have been killed.

At fifteen, Rad received his own growth spurt, but didn't get nearly as tall as Carlos. Still, that was, oddly, the one thing that got them back together as best friends. They were the tallest in the whole village after-all, and it was something to connect to. Such was the way of the male mind. He learned little things from the Spaniard and in turn taught Carlos things that he thought could be useful out in the wilds of the world. They never spoke of before their coming of age and Rad really didn't want to, for fear of breaking their friendship once more.

For Carlos, fifteen was the year he rekindled his relationship with Rad and also the year he found how attractive he was to women. When he visited The City and a few other kingdoms, the fairer sex swarmed him like bees to a field of fresh flowers. He confessed to Rad that he was unsure as to why the ladies found him attractive, and Rad had laughed harder than the Spaniard had ever thought was possible. Afterwards, the blond explained that he was perfect for the female populace, because he presented all the aspects they wanted, despite lacking any real charisma. Maybe that was why Carlos spent small minutes of the day practicing come-ons.

When fifteen came around for Alexis, she came to the decision to go to Cold Mountain. She stayed just on the edge of Red Plain and waited during the night to cross into the one kingdom that didn't have a monarch. It was probably the only place in the world where nobody would cross her except non-sentient beasts and strange plants. She found an abandoned rabbit warren and managed to dig miles into it, expand it and connect it to an even older cave system. By pure accident, she came upon a way to go into what she called her Wonderland.

When sixteen came, Rad started hearing his father's sleep talks. It was often about what he called robots from a different planet named Transformers. At first the teen hadn't believed him on the account of that the only other alien people the creatures of Earth were in contact with had never mentioned such beings. But then, one night, his father had woken up and told Rad to go into the old mining caves and look for the three green panels the blond had been meant to find. When Rad did as instructed, and with the aid of Carlos, he found that his father spoke the truth and they had to prepare.

At sixteen, Carlos believed that perhaps Mr. White had finally suffered the mental break-down Keller had thought he would for years. But, when Rad found that his Pre-cog father was right, the Spaniard felt a sudden duty to help Rad get ready for whatever was to come and, as a result, lost his own rank in the hunting party. He didn't care, though. He was still a part of the troop, but now he had made himself up to be Rad's guard and helped the blond clear out the old caves, make them much bigger and made sure nobody snuck into the caves to steal the green panels Rad had found. He sometimes even spent the night watching them. However, this caused him to slough off some of his other duties and missed something rather vital coming to deliver him karma.

Sixteen, Alexis found, was the year she would do another little revealing. She had established herself as probably the best hunter in Cold Mountain and had drawn interest from her old tribe, because they didn't know she was still living, they just thought a lion had snuck through the border. So, during the beginning of autumn, with the hunting party, Rad and Carlos nearby, she leapt from the woods of Cold Mountain into Red Plain and took down a weak and dying (non-sentient) deer in three seconds. The look on Carlos and Rad's faces would remain burned in her memory. She was alive, despite their attempt on her life and there to stay. And she wasn't ever going to let them forget that.

Autumn Leaves:

The metal that hadn't seen combat or sliced through flesh and bone in at least a thousand years shined brilliantly as Rad tilted it to catch the sun's rays. The engravings on it read of ancient language that Rad couldn't read, but he enjoyed the sight of the tiny Ivy leaves imprinted into it. He couldn't even begin to imagine using it for what his father said he was to use it for.

Sideswipe seemed to be in just as much awe of the sword Rad held. Not because it was so different from what Cybertronians used, but because it had energy readings off the charts and he'd been informed by High Wire that people had died in the protection of this weapon. Also, Sideswipe found it hard to believe that the thing has been around longer than Optimus has been alive.

"What's it for?" The rookie Autobot hacker asked.

Rad shook his head, as though he'd been brought out of a trance thanks to Sideswipe's voice and put the Gire Sword back into its sheath before trying to answer, "Well, I'm not really sure. Dad says it's to be used for protection, Maggie says it'll end the war between Autobots and Decepticons, High Wire says it's a weapon meant for only one enemy. I feel like it's meant for something like that, but I… I don't really know."

Sideswipe tilted his head cutely at the words. If the sword was created for the human standing before him before he was even born, than shouldn't he know how to use it? For that matter, shouldn't he know everything there was to know about the blade since birth, like when a Cybertronian is sparked for a purpose and downloaded and pre-programmed with the information needed to obtain their goal?

It was perhaps the first ever moment that Sideswipe actually thought humans were really strange and a little smile shirked across the young mech's faceplate.

"Well," Sideswipe chirped, "I'm sure you'll figure it out."

Rad gave his own little smile at the youngest Autobot he'd met to date, but it didn't quite reach his eyes.

Bound in Passion:

Grindor wasn't exactly sure how Carlos had stopped being submissive in a blink and managed to flip the grey Mini-con onto his back, but quite frankly, he didn't give a frag. The sensations were the best he'd ever felt and he had to be careful not to clutch at Carlos' head too hard as the Spaniard did the most deviant things with that light strawberry tongue.

The Mini-con gave a keen as the human finally found the latch to his codpiece and flipped it quickly open, revealing his already warmed and damp port and half-hardened plug.

Carlos let his eyes light up as he looked over his partner, fingers deftly touching the port just to see what it felt like and hand squeezing the plug delicately to see if he could get a more definite rise from Grindor. Both actions received an equal but opposite reaction and Grindor's back arched off the little fur covered bed, a loud beep to follow.

"You look so gorgeous like that," Carlos said, easing one finger gently into Grindor and pulling in and out. Grindor happily accepted the intruder, even more so when a second and third joined in, along with Carlos taking the Mini-con into his mouth. Grindor hardened completely at the feel of the tight, watery heat enveloped him.

Grindor couldn't stop the buck of his hips and squealed deliciously as Carlos quickened his pace, head bobbing up and down and fingers stretching him at the same time. He knew the teen had history in this area, but hadn't imagined that he'd be so good at it when in no time at all and with no warning, he overloaded. He static that had formed along his transformation seems flowed through him from top to bottom and lightly tickled Carlos when water-based lubricant filled the young man's mouth.

The tan male gave a warm chuckle when he released the Mini-con's piece from his mouth and wiped some excess fluid from his lips, "Was that good?"

Grindor nodded. How could Carlos not tell that it was probably the best ever? He could barely move!

Carlos leaned over his satisfied lover and gave him a kiss on the faceplate. He'd been hoping to give Grindor a good time and had succeeded, but he was still ready for his turn. He was the one that was in heat, after all.

"Good. Because I'm not quite done yet."

The grey mech gave a little start as one of his legs was draped over the much taller male's shoulder and he felt something press up and against his port. Instantly he heated back up again, servos trailing over the broad chest that leaned over and then onto him as Carlos pushed all the way into him, leaving Grindor shaking in bliss.

"Oh, that feels…so…so good…Don't stop…" Grindor whispered pleadingly.

Carlos complied readily. He slowly began rocking his hips, dragging the feeling out as long as possible and then thrusting in hard. The feeling was tremendously better than anything he'd previously experienced. Some more static that came off Grindor in little waves causing the nerves atop his skin to twitch wonderfully as he upped the pace until both of them were making very loud groans and keens.

Needless to say neither lasted very long until climax. Grindor coming first and followed a half-second later by Carlos, both crying out the others name and riding the euphoric waves in ecstasy.

Earmuffs:

Red Alert tightened the red scarf ever so slightly, but he was sure that it wouldn't fall off on its own. Out of all the dozens he'd seen Sari leave her home with to return without, he was taking no chances as this was the last one and he didn't want to hear anything from the Professor again. Or from Sureshock and Longarm for that matter…Or Bumblebee and Prowl in perpetuity…

"Are we done yet, Red Alert?" The little kitty eared girl asked impatiently, voice slightly muffled from the scarf. She could see Bulkhead and the Mini-cons already starting the snow fort and was itching to go out and launch the first snow ball. Red Alert was taking entirely too long with this!

The Autobot medic smiled kindly down at the youngling. Her ears could just be seen peeking out from under her hat, her upper and lower body was covered in the best waterproof clothes her father had supplied, tail also wrapped in an extra scarf with a little bow at the end and her feet were wearing his own home-made snow boots. He didn't think he was forgetting anything…

Just as his lips opened to give the okay, Longarm gave a rumbled beep backwards from the desk he was working at, optics looking over the schematics for their new med-bay.

"What?" Red Alert asked, curious.

Longarm didn't bother to turn, but his servo made its way into one of the human drawers from the table he was using and pulled out some waterproof gloves and earmuffs. They were in the same colors and shades as Bumblebee, so Red Alert knew they were Sari's.

"Oh," Red Alert brightened, leaning down and plucking the objects away, "Right. Thanks Longarm."

"Yeah, have a nice day," The medical Mini-con replied nonchalantly. Red Alert wasn't even sure he really cared if Sari had the things, but was grateful none the less.

A Brief Hug:

"Perceptor?"

Removing his optic from the microscope, the head scientist of Cybertron looked to the door of his less than desirable workroom. Standing with the noticeable fidget of his fingers that he only seemed to have when confronted with the stoic mech, was Bud. For once he was lacking his ever-present brother and the little female Perceptor often noted getting harassed by the Mini-cons Perceptor had made a personal mission to avoid.

"Yes, Master Bud?"

"I'm not a master!" Bud corrected with a huff, walking into the room with his usual nonchalance, "I keep telling you guys that. Anyway, what were you thinking about earlier?"

"…How much earlier and why?"

Bud quickly scuttled up the ladder the Autobots had installed in every room with a table high than two stories in height for the humans. Once he was face to face with the science officer, Perceptor noted he looked much more uncomfortable than he normally did around… anyone and his gigantic fox ears were tilted back in a clear sign of submission. Very odd, indeed.

"Well," Bud started, "About fifteen minutes ago… Because your energy turned really sad. I wanted to know why."

Ignoring that little part of his processor that wanted to know exactly how the little human had known he was sad when he'd been on the other side of the base, Perceptor allowed himself to shut off his microscope and put all his attention into this conversation. He liked the human, and since Bud had been kind enough to check up on him Perceptor wasn't going to deny him the truth.

"I was, well, thinking about Wheeljack."

Bud nodded, as though he'd known that much at least, and waited for the rest of the explanation patiently. Like a little brother with his big brother.

"I was… surprised to see him with the Decepticons when Hot Shot gave me the news that he'd been lost in a bad fire because of Hot Shot's own negligence. It was disturbing."

A look of understanding crossed over Bud's face, "You were friend's with him?"

"In the Academy, we were both made to be in the science division, but he'd chosen to go into combat to try and make a bigger difference. I was just thinking…. I should have gone looking for him myself."

Bud gave a sort of sympathetic sigh. Perceptor had no time to react afterwards when the small human walked on the mech's servos, across one arm, up to his shoulder and then gently latched himself to the side of red and blue-ish green mech's head. Anyone who might have walked in most likely would have thought Bud was trying to pull something out of Perceptor's audio processor, but the science mech knew better.

Instinctively, Perceptor brought a servo up and lightly rubbed Bud's back with a delicate finger. He was grateful for the compassion that he hadn't expected from anyone. It was nice.

Lick:

Blackarachnia's spinnerets clicked rather pleasantly over Blitzwing's chassis as she settled herself atop him, her stronger than most web keeping them suspended in the air. She had been waiting for the others to depart for Gale Fort since that morning and she was not going to lose this opportunity to frag Blitzy until he was either very worn out or she was. Or both, but she'd have to wait and see what happened.

"Vhat are you doing? This is highly unusual, even for—gah!"

Blitzwing's Icy face turned a light pink as his energon heated under the femme's ministrations. Her dainty little fingers wedged with determination into the triplechanger's lower plating. She wasn't going to waste time with the formalities of a mutual interface, she had been in heat for a week now, and by Primus, she was going to get hers!

"Where's the latch to open you up?"

The mech didn't bother to waste words and, leaning up to see exactly what he was doing, he undid the plating himself. The cool air did little to dampen the mood as his more than ready plug stood tall for the femme. She had to pause a moment to admire it and gave a wicked grin down at how he looked.

Despite how much he made fun of her and how utterly irritating his personalities were, Blackarachnia had to admit that he was the best candidate for this endeavor. She was now completely ready to receive him and without further ado, she discarded her own lower plating.

She lifted herself up once more to give him a peck on the lips and then slowly, so as to prolong this activity, she fitted herself onto his piece. It felt almost fulfilling, so she motioned for him to thrust his hips.

More than willing to do as commanded, Blitzwing did exactly that, servos gently gripping her hips to steady her. She felt so completely warm and much different from previous femmes he'd 'faced with. It was probably the best feeling he'd ever had in this situation and he wasn't even on top!

She gave a sultry sigh of pleasure and without really thinking too much about it, she bent down to the thickest cable in his neck and bit down. Her dentals made tiny pinpricks and energon came in little drops that she licked up, savoring the flavor.

Wind:

The arrows that made their way through the air with such speed it shamed most flyers who'd fought on the planet Cybertron just barely missed the optic of Megatron's top Seeker. If anyone had been watching Starscream instead of the current battle, they would have thought there was something wrong with their optics. The weapons had been right on target and Starscream hadn't moved, so how come he wasn't screaming in pain or plummeting to the ground below?

Both of the parties involved were certainly confused, but Starscream didn't dwell on it as Rodimus made for another two arrows and the Seeker made a mad flip in the air for some cover among the camphor trees.

"Come back here!" Rodimus screamed indignantly, keeping aim even as he made for the trees, "Do over! Do over!"

"Rodimus, get back here!" Hot Shot called, him, Prowl and Blurr fighting Demolisher and Lugnut so the stags could dig the panel out of the badger den, "There are no do overs in battle so get back here and shoot Cyclonus before he takes out one of our teammates!"

Demolisher took the yellow 'Bot's distraction as a blessing and, with a broad grin, sucker punched the young mech, sending him flying. Blurr, who was closest, gave a wince at the sound of Hot Shot's faceplate giving a loud crunch under the force of the punch.

"Listen to the kid, Roddy," The large tank sneered, giving Hot Shot a kick to the stomach before he could get up, "What kind of soldier doesn't know there are no do overs in battle?"

"The new kind," Lugnut quipped as he managed to just graze Prowl's right leg in a move that would have crushed a lesser mech.

Turning to aim at the Decepticons that were wearing on his last nerve, the flame colored mech almost let loose his arrows before something small and hard just barely made a dent in the back of his helm. He would barely have thought it important if the object hadn't made him free the arrows too soon and send them flying into more trees. One hit a tree directly and became imbedded in the bark, while the other flew out of his sight. He hoped it didn't hit anyone he knew.

With a deep snarl, Rodimus turned to look behind him. Only, when he looked, he found Swindle waving antagonistically at him and Starscream running his way with wing sword drawn.

'Slag…'

Add Water:

A sort of clickety-clack, clickety-clack sounded off repeatedly as Alice's little feet that were sealed painfully inside her shoes that were too expensive for her own taste stepped with careful, paranoid grace through the corridors. Her silky wings were folded back regally, but painfully, as was expected of a princess.

She really hoped this meeting with Matriarch Witwicky would go by quickly. She hated being in this state for long periods of time in an enclosed place like a library when she wanted to be out and about, exploring and finding and seeking out things with Lori. She wanted out of the too expensive shoes. Already her dainty, delicate feet were bleeding inside the leather and clothe.

The door she came to at the end of the forever spanding hall was big, but not so big as to be too heavy for her to open on her own. Knocking something Lori had taught her on a lark, Alice waited a moment for an answer, hoping she hadn't come all the way downstairs to be forgotten by the Matriarch.

No sooner did she raise her hand once more to administer one more knock, there was a loud, ear-shattering boom from within, followed by smoke billowing out from under the door and various expletives that were common-place among the people of The City.

The sound of healed footsteps made their way to the door and when it was flung open, Alice was faced with the sight of a very annoyed, soot-covered Judy Witwicky. The younger royal had to bite her tongue to prevent herself from laughing. One of the redhead's hairs was on fire, smoldered and then shrunk into nothingness.

"Oh, Lady Alice," Judy coughed, giving a little sneeze afterwards, but covering her face at the least, "I thought you were Miles. I apologize, I thought it was much too early for you to be here. Come in and help me open the back windows, won't you?"

Before Alice could say anything, Judy's now dirtied hand grabbed her slim wrist and pulled her in, shutting the door behind her.

"Thank you for coming here on such short notice," The much older woman said casually, moving for one of the slightly rusted windows and attempted to push it outwards, "I don't think I could have gone all the way to white hills with all my, ahem, responsibilities."

"It's alright," Alice spoke delicately, little hands pushing at the window with all her strength, but only managing to get it open a few inches, "But, I am curious as to exactly why I was summoned. Sam wasn't very specific."

"He never is. Grab me that vase next to you, please. My couch seems to have caught flame."

Spinning, Alice saw that the sofa that was nearest a small (at least now that it was blown up) chemistry set, was smoking and little licks of flame were peaking over the edge. She turned to find a vase full of dead roses, grabbed it without hesitation, pulled out the dead flowers and doused the flame with the murky, but sweet smelling water. The flames died instantly.

Slumber:

Starscream stared with dimmed optics at the tiny human he'd become quite attached to who was sleeping on his chestplates right above his spark, many of the more feral Mini-cons clustering around her in an effort to make her comfortable and warm, and Starscream felt his lip components twitch upwards unconsciously. His mouth stayed firmly shut, though. He wanted to look at her without the fur and her bitchy attitude for a moment.

Now he knew why Rad defended Alexis so much. She was so small. It was like she'd barely grown since she was twelve, body too nervous and torn up to attempt to make her even more noticeable. With her black pelt hanging in Blackarachnia's room to dry, he could clearly see the scars and burns, primarily the ones on her left side. It was as if she'd been cut into two halves, one side only half damaged by her wretched life and the other being subjected to what death must be like.

Without really thinking too hard, the red Seeker tentatively brought one servo up and gently traced a digit over her mottled and scabbed over back. He expected her to feel wet or dry or even rough like certain stones on the edge of the sea, but she actually felt smooth and soft.

When he traced her back again she gave a little shiver and her Mini-con came back online. He looked over at his girl to find the Seeker's servo touching her and turned to give a light rumble at Starscream, big yellow optics glowing suspiciously up at the larger mech. Starscream took his digit away and gave Sureshock a raise of the optic ridge. For some reason he didn't feel the need to rile up the orange Mini-con and ruin the moment.

Sureshock gave Starscream one more rumble before moving a little closer to his girl and wrapping his long, wired up tail around her securely. Like an actual wolf with its cub.

Glare:

"Mirage?" High Wire asked cautiously. The little blue aristocrat of a Mini-con had come back from Cold Mountain earlier looking rather… well, for lack of a better term, fragged off. He hadn't spoken to anyone in the last few hours because he wanted to talk to Cliffjumper first, but then Grindor had informed him that the minibot had gone off with Scavenger and Blurr. Now he was just sulking in the entrance to the caves like a puppy in his own alt mode, ear shells tilted back pitifully.

The blue mech turned around to give a smoldering look at the much lighter mech and actually made High Wire take one giant step backwards.

"What?" High Wire said, "You look really mad. Did something happen out in the woods?"

"Er, I was wondering what was wrong,"

If possible, Mirage somehow darkened at the questions, "Technically, no. I got what I wanted, but…"

Mirage tried to think of something to say that wasn't so rude, but when nothing passed through his processor, he settled for righteous indignation and irritation, "I'm sorry High Wire, but I can't stand your gestalt mate! Even when he's trying to be helpful, he's the rudest mech I've ever had the misfortune of meeting and he never apologizes for his actions!"

High Wire sulked a little. Mirage certainly wasn't talking about Grindor, he was at least positive about that.

"What did Sureshock do now?"

"…He gave me advice, sort of…"

High Wire looked expectantly for the slightly older mech to continue. Sureshock gave a lot of Mini-cons advice, and he may tick them off in the process, but he (more often than not) had a good reason for it. Today was probably no exception, but Mirage didn't cope well with someone like Sureshock's blunt personality and way of thinking, so High Wire would give him time to think out a way of explaining exactly what had set them off.

"And…?" Mirage sighed, lying down and resting his head upon his metal paws, "Now I've probably missed my chance. I'll bet you anything Cliffjumper's getting hit on by those ego-maniacs this second!"

"And like always, he was right. I'm infatuated with my partner of all Transformers and he said to suck it up and just admit it,"

The elk transforming Mini-con bent delicately over and gave Mirage a pat on the shoulder strut, "Aw, don't be like that. I don't think Blurr is interested in Cliffie and Scavenger is… well, I'm pretty sure he's courting Smokescreen. You'll get your chance."

"… Really?"

"Absitively posolutely."

Beautiful Mind:

"I wonder how freaky she looks naked?"

Without any hints as to how Rad really felt about Miles at the moment, the blond elk lifted his hand, Miles being lifted into the air with the motion, and flung the younger boy face first against Wasp's chassis. His face made a surprisingly satisfying clang and the green mech's face made a little cringe as he pried the teen off like the bug that went 'splat' on his windshield earlier.

Sam and Billy each gave a surprised yelp at seeing Miles be manhandled like that and came sprinting into the room to see if the lighter blond was unconscious.

Rad bent over Miles as well, but not to check on his physical state of being. Instead, he snatched the picture of Alexis and Sureshock out of his clenched hand, a smirk on his lips, "I realize that you've probably never been around a woman who could kick your ass other than Mikaela, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't demean Alexis like that. Because, despite what Carlos seems to think, she is an actual human being and has feelings. And if she ever heard you say that anywhere near her, she'd probably beat the shit out of you. So no more debasing comments, we dig?"

"Sure man, whatever you say," Miles groaned. Billy gave Rad a scowl and slung Miles' arm over his shoulder to drag him to Fred and see if he had a concussion. Sam stayed behind, though. He expected an explanation as to why Wasp had to endure Miles' face leaving spit in the wake of experiencing the Push.

"Okay," The son of the Matriarch started, stance trying to give at least a semblance of authority, "I get that Miles is a pig and shouldn't have done that, but what's with tossing him against Wasp. What did he do?"

"Yeah!" Wasp spoke up, arms crossing over his chassis in a motion he had come to realize humans used to show anger or superiority, "What Wasp do?"

Rad gave a smile that to most would have made him look friendly, but to these two simply made him look like he was going to disembowel them in a few seconds like a gladiator in the ring. He raised his hand again and both Sam and Wasp took a small step back, but he didn't lift them, throw them or slam them against the base floor. He just did it to illustrate his point.

"Wasp was making degenerate comments about Sureshock that led Miles into talking so rudely about my dear childhood friend. You're lucky I didn't use you to jackhammer the walls in."

"…Oh. Wasp sorry about that. Little orange wolf is scary and mean. He made Wasp's paintjob go back to that ugly lime green and lemon yellow Wasp used to be without even touching Wasp. Wasp just got mad and said stupid things."

"Yes," Rad agreed, "You did say stupid things. Just don't do it again."

"'Kay."