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Black Bumblebee lay on the table, hooked up to some kind of machine. Shockwave held the control pad, and pressed a sequence of keys.
Bumblebee convulsed left, a high-pitched metallic keen echoing from his vocal processors.
"Anything?" Megatron asked.
Shockwave sighed. "It's information extracting, it's going to take time, Megatron." He input a few more stokes.
Bumblebee's scream grew louder, and his back arched up as far as the restraints would allow.
Amy stared in horror. There was no other description for it. Though his armor was black, all she could visualize was Bumblebee - her Bumblebee - laying on that table screaming, and cursing in Cybertron.
Tarantulus hung form the ceiling in robot form, adjusting the voltage of the machine. He happened to glance at the door, to ensure the locks held, and did a double take when he realized he saw Amy standing there in horror.
Amy stared, optics locked on the black mech on the table.
Shockwave gave a resigned sigh. "His systems won't take much more of this. I'd get more done if someone hadn't shot him up before bringing him in."
"Let me worry about Sideswipe." Megatron sighed as if a screaming bot on the med table was the most normal thing in the world. He turned, and started to see Blazer in the doorway. "You." He glanced at the table. "You're Blazer, aren't you?" He held out an arm. "Come out, you don't need to see this."
Amy held up a hand with a blue ball forming in it. The next few seconds were a blur as she incapacitated Shockwave and The Doctor. Tarantulus scurried away, lessening his role as a threat.
"Bumblebee!" Amy crouched over the black mech on the table, holding his head. "Bumblebee, speak to me!" She screamed. Bumblebee! She called out, though not with her voice.
Black Bumblebee's red optics flicked online, and he stared at her. For a moment he said nothing. He jerked his arm, but it was fastened tight.
"Don't, I've got you." Amy relaxed her legs so she straddled his middle. She smiled, and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his mouthplate.
Bumblebee stared at her with confused, enraged red optics. "Release me." He said.
Amy sat back. "I want to help you, I do."
"Then get me out of here." Bumblebee narrowed his optics at her. "Break my bonds now, femme, or your death will be at the hands of Ratchet, and not my own!"
Amy stared at him. "What?" She pointed at where Shockwave lay crackling, and unconscious on the floor. "They were trying to kill you. I want to help you, and that's the thanks I get?"
Bumblebee guffawed. "Thanks? You want me to thank you? You'll be lucky if you get off with a spark-raping for what you Decepticons have done to me!"
Amy clenched her hands against his chest. The femme felt the last of her patience and submission ebbing. "Spark rape?" She narrowed her optics. "You don't know what rape is, mech." She pushed herself backward along Bumblebee's body until she could plainly see his interface hatch, and pushed her fingers into the latch, breaking it.
Bumblebee let out a grunt, and pulled on his bonds.
Amy couldn't believe what she was doing as she ripped open the hatch, and flung it aside. "What the-?" She stared at Bumblebee's interface, which was a silicone-coated tension chord that sprung up as soon as the latch was removed from the pelvic plates. Amy stared at it a moment. No. Way, she thought.
"What's the matter, femme?" Bumblebee smiled sardonically. "Too much spike for you?"
Amy looked up at Bumblebee's face. "Might be." She said wearily then dipped down, and licked the tip of the rounded spike.
Bumblebee's hips shifted slightly, about all the movement he could muster. He grunted with frustration, and jerked his arms, but the bonds held tight.
Amy licked the tip again then sank her mouth down over the spike. This is weird, she thought. You're sucking his robot dick, and convincing yourself you're raping him. She scolded herself. He's enjoying this. He just wishes he could turn this on you.
Bumblebee let off a string of angry curses in Cybertron. "Release me now, femme!"
"No." Amy choked as the spike grew wider, and longer inside her mouth, as if it were reaching out to her throat. She pulled her mouth from him, and coughed a little.
Bumblebee's laugh was sadistic, as Amy had ever heard. "Surprise."
Amy wiped her mouthplate, and glared at the mech. She crawled up his body, and stared down at his face. His optics look weird, she thought, Maybe his face...
Bumblebee wiggled his hips back and forth, his spike slapping against Amy's inner thighs. "You're going to regret this, femme. When I'm free, I'm going to frag you, slag you, and rape you."
"Oh shut up." Amy reached between hers and Bumblebee's bodies, and unlatched her pelvic plates. Now, here's seeing if this works with me. She sat up on her knees, and positioned herself. She directed his spike into her, and let is slide its way in as she sank down over him. "Oh my - ! Bumblebee." She moaned.
His hips jerked up, sending little shocks of pleasure through Amy's body. They bucked over and over, sending shallow thrusts into Amy. A strained grunt escaped Bumblebee's vocal processors. "Ahh, release me!" Bumblebee demanded.
"No." Amy ground her hips back and forth over the spike, still unable to believe this was happening. "You'll just kill us all."
"You stupid femme!" Bumblebee snapped. "My spike is buried in your valve, killing you would be pointless! Besides," He craned his neck. "You attacked your own kind." One red optic squinted. "You deserve a reward for such treachery."
"I couldn't watch them kill you." Amy's vents panted.
"Release me, and help me live then." Bumblebee's hips bucked harder. "I can't get any release this way."
"I'm raping you, remember?" Amy frowned.
"Like slag you are. Release me, and I'll spare you if you spark me!" Bumblebee's engine revved, and his fans kicked in.
"I dunno, having you strapped down is really getting me hot." Amy moved her hips in a more up and down motion.
"Oh, frag, femme, at least release my mask so I can glossa you properly." Bumblebee grumbled in frustration.
Amy arched an optic ridge, and stopped moving.
"Don't stop! Just release the seal they put on my mask!" Bumblebee demanded.
"Your...mask?" Amy leaned forward toward his face. "Where's the release?"
"On the side. The other side!" Bumblebee growled in frustration.
Amy pressed on both sides of the mask for good measure. The round piece in the middle turned, and separated, sliding back into either side of Bumblebee's black helm. She gawked for a moment at his mouth with sharp denta.
"Now, give me your face." Bumblebee demanded.
Amy shook her head slowly. "Not with those denta." She moved her hips some more, resuming her pace.
Bumblebee clenched his sharp denta, and hiss against a moan that wanted to come out.
"Tell me what you're feeling." Amy said, kissing his chin. "And I might free one of your arms."
Bumblebee considered her, licked his lips with his glossa then said. "I don't talk about my feelings, femme."
"Okay." Amy shrugged. "Then I guess this is pointless." She stopped moving, and pulled her body up. She held her valve up just above his standing spike.
"Sadist!" Bumblebee growled. "This is getting old, fast."
Amy shrugged again. "I could stay here all day, watching you squirm and curse at me." She faked a yawn. This was actually kinda fun. Bumblebee back home would never have gone for this, or played along, she thought.
"I want you, alright?" Bumblebee growled. "I've never had a valve as hot as yours before! Prime keeps all the good femmes for himself, and leaves us with old, outdated models who barely manage to overload us with their glossas!"
Amy started. "Wow, sucks for you." She leaned forward without touching Bumblebee's spike, and let her mouth hover over his. "So what do you want?"
"I want you, femme, how hard is that?" Bumblebee snapped.
Amy looked at the mech's twitching spike. "Looks pretty hard to me."
Bumblebee clenched his denta at her, and growled. "What do you want? Information?"
Amy started. "Would you actually tell me the truth?"
Bumblebee lifted his head up, and open his mouth. Amy moved back. Bumblebee let his head fall with a frustrated moan. "I'll tell you anything at this point. Just overload me before I backfire!"
Amy leaned her head down a bit, and Bumblebee's head rose up, and snatched her lips. his glossa pushed into her mouth, and bullied hers. Oral lubricant slipped out as their kiss broke momentarily. Amy reached up, and picked at the bonds holding his right arm. "How do you break these anyway?"
Before Bumblebee could answer, Amy implemented a blue ball of energy without thinking, and the bonds shattered. Bumblebee grabbed Amy's head, and pulled it down hard against his mouth, and ravaged her mouth with his glossa and lips. He jerked his other arm, and made a insistent growl into Amy's mouth. Bumblebee wrenched his mouth away from the femme, cooling fans working a bit harder, vents panting as he demanded of her. "My other arm. Release it."
"Why should I?" Amy frowned.
Bumblebee sat up until the bonds on his left arm kept him from sitting up any more. "Because I said so."
"Tou-chy." Amy wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him. She moved to the side, breaking the kiss, and picked at the bonds.
Bumblebee bit down on the chords of Amy's neck hard.
"OW!" Amy turned, and slapped Bumblebee hard across the face.
Bumblebee slowly turned his head back to Amy, and tried to sit up, but the bonds on his arm, and legs kept him down. "You're going to regret that."
Amy rubbed the side of her neck. "Ow. I don't do biting, not that hard anyway." She pulled her hands away to find slight smears of fluids. "You broke something! Idiot!"
"Hit me again." Bumblebee growled.
Amy started. "Say what?" She shook her head as it started to throb.
"Hit. Me. Again." Bumblebee jerked his bonded arm. "Now." his red optics drew heavy-lidded, and he leaned back on his elbow, wrist still bound to the berth.
Amy squinted her optics, and raised her hand. "I can't." She shook her head. "I - you bit me! I slapped you to make you stop!"
Bumblebee grunted then sat up, and bit Amy's arm as hard if not harder than he'd bitten her on the neck.
Amy's hand cracked across his face, and Bumblebee cried out in pleasure.
"Woah." Amy blinked. "Well, this changes everything." She thought aloud. Amy inspected the edge of the berth while Bumblebee lay momentarily docile, panting, and muttering in Cybertron with a sadistically satisfied smile on his face. "Green button, blue button?" She hesitated. "Both." And pressed both buttons she'd found on a pad.
A hermetic hiss warned Amy that Bumblebee's bonds were now broken. She sat up, fully expecting him to grab her or something.
The black mech stretched his arms out then folded them under his head, and bent his legs up. "Well?" He asked as Amy stared at him.
Amy pushed herself up, still poised above his erection-of-sorts. "Well what?"
"I thought you were spark raping me." Bumblebee teased with a slight lift of his optic ridges.
Amy frowned at him. "I just let you go. Shouldn't you be shooting me, or running or something?"
Bumblebee guffawed. "How do you think I ended up here in the first place, femme?"
"Okay, stop calling me that! My name is Ay-I mean, Blazer! My name is - I mean..." She rubbed her head. "Say Amy."
"Why?" Bumblebee arched an optic ridge.
"Just say it." Amy glowered.
Bumblebee let out a martyred sigh. "Amy."
Amy frowned. "Like you mean it."
Bumblebee arched his optic ridge again. What a workout it was getting.
Amy glared, raised a hand, and let it crack across Bumblebee's face. "Say it!"
"oh, slag yes!" Bumblebee almost laughed. His bucked his hips, and his tip brushed her entrance.
Amy slapped Bumblebee again. "Say it!"
"Amy!" He moaned. "Amy, frag yes, Amy!" He shouted out.
Amy sighed. It wasn't the same. I want my Bumblebee, she thought. What the hell am I doing, playing dominatrix to this masochistic black clone?
Bumblebee sat up, and licked the wounded part of Amy's neck, and squeezed her hips. "Mmm, please," He tried to push her hips down, but Amy resisted.
"Please what?" Amy asked, her hand tingling and throbbing. "My hand is getting tired."
Bumblebee hugged his arms around her waist. "I need release."
Amy sighed. This Bumblebee was actually kind of pathetic once you found his ticks. She sank her body down, and remember why she had started doing this in the first place.
Bumblebee held her hips, and thrust hard into her, moaning and grunting. his chest plates opened, and his pulsing red spark heated Amy's chest plates.
Amy hesitated, but let her spark join his, and reveled in the heat and light they gave off. "Oh fah - hah! Bumblebee!" She moaned as she teetered on the edge of overload. With his chord pounding into her, and his spark about to overlaod her, Amy let a tear escape her optics. it was just the same - the intense heat, the physical sensation - it was all the same, it was just like her Bumblebee.
She came down off of her overload high still nestled in Bumblebee's lap. The black mech leaned his mouth into her neck, and rest it there. "You're incredible." Amy moaned, rocking on his spike a little.
"What the slag are you?" Bumblebee panted, arms holding Amy tight around her middle.
Amy smirked at him. "Idiot. I'm your sparkmate."
On the floor, Shockwave groaned. Slowly, the Decepticon scientist sat up, and raised a blaster on his arm toward Amy and Bumblebee. "Blazer...you freed him?" He asked, holding his head, and squinting.
Bumblebee licked the fluids from Amy's neck. "Needs a patch." He muttered.
Amy rolled her green optics at Shockwave. "I tamed the wild beast." Bumblebee squeezed her rear plates. "Hey!" she hissed.
Bumblebee smirked.
"He'll be more cooperative now." Amy rubbed the grazed plating where she had slapped Bumblebee over and over.
Shockwave turned his weapon on Bumblebee. "You'll forgive me if I don't believe you." The white and teal mech narrowed his optic at Amy. "You have a lot of - what are you doing?"
Amy looked down where hers and Bumblebee's bodies were still joined. "Oh. Yeah. How else was I suppose to get him to do what I want?"
Shockwave sighed, and rolled his blue optic skyward. "Oh brilliant. This is all we need."
"Better than senseless torture and murder - like something Autobots would do." Amy said.
Shockwave made a tch noise.
Megatron woke up a few minutes later, by then Amy and Bumblebee had righted themselves, and The Doctor was patching up the femme's neck while shrieking indignantly about her slapping him aside.
"Oh, do stop griping, Doctor. If Blazer wanted to really harm us, I'm sure she could have." Shockwave said, though didn't sound convinced himself.
"This room is appalling." Said black Bumblebee, looking around the small quarters. "I've seen better dungeons."
Amy tried to pretend like he wasn't bothering her with his nonsense. "It's just a room." she shrugged. "I had to argue with Megatron to keep you out of the stockade, so be grateful."
Bumblebee snorted. "Grateful? Not a word I like the taste of."
Amy shook her head as activated the lights, and gasped. "Oh." She frowned slightly at the room. "You're right. This is appalling."
The ceiling and walls were gray, there was a gray couch-looking piece of furniture with blue gel pads on it to support whoever sat down, and a recharge berth.
"Well," Bumblebee hopped up onto the berth. "At least we can get close." he winked.
Amy shook her head. "No, we won't. I'd sooner go stay with Soundwave than sleep in the same room as you."
Bumblebee frowned. "Five microns ago you couldn't wait to have me, now you want to get away from me?" He stared at Amy for a moment then smirked, and hopped off the berth.
"Where are you going?" Amy asked.
Bumblebee shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe I'll go back to Prime, and tell him I have a very interesting bargaining chip now."
Amy folded her arms. "Really? You're leaving. Megatron said if you try to leave, he won't hesitate to destroy you."
Bumblebee guffawed. "Spare me the Decepticon goody-goody act. I've been handed to Megatron on the proverbial silver platter, and he still doesn't know what to do with me."
Amy shrugged. "Maybe he's giving you a chance to prove yourself."
"Oh?" Bumblebee stepped up to Amy, and loomed over her. "And what exactly am I suppose to be proving, femme?"
Amy let her arms fall, and twiddled her fingers. "I don't know. Maybe," She vaguely gestured to Bumblebee with a hand. "That you're actually a nice bot."
Bumblebee slammed Amy into the back of the couch, and dug his pointed digits into her shoulders. "Let's get one thing straight here! I'm an Autobot! I live to destroy pathetic mewling cowards like you! I am not nice, and I'm not hanging around here to get slagged!"
Completely unfazed by the black mech's outburst, Amy shrugged. "So...kill me." She said.
Bumblebee released the red-orange femme, and stared at her then extended his plasma cannon arm, and held it before Amy's face. The end whirred orange as his weapon powered up, building in heat and energy.
Amy watched him, daring him to fire. Her face burned, but she didn't move or even flinch. "You're hesitating."
"No I'm not!" Bumblebee shouted.
Someone knocked.
Bumblebee lowered his cannon, and both turned to look at who was intruding.
"Go away!" Bumblebee growled.
"Shh." Amy placed a hand on Bumblebee's black chest. The mech glared at her. Amy walked to the door, and it slid open. "Oh. Soundwave."
Soundwave saluted. "How's it goin', Blazer?" He leaned to the right, and looked around the femme. "Heya Bumblebee, lookin' outta place, doncha think?"
"Frag off, Sir Soundwave!" Bumblebee snapped. He hopped over the back of the couch, stretched out, and pretended to ignore Soundwave.
Soundwave nodded. "Strange befellows, an' all that, am I right?"
Amy sighed. "Yeah, sure." She glanced at the black feet propped on the nearest arm of the couch, frowned then looked back at Sir Soundwave. "So, what brings you here? How are the minicons?"
"Good. Ravage said she can't get you on her blog, and Frenzy's wonderin' if you're comin' back for a round o' fetch." Soundwave smiled, or Amy suspected he would be if it hadn't been for his face mask.
Amy let a long sigh out of her vents. "I wish," She glanced in the black mech's general direction. She could feel loathing laced with annoyance and something comforting emanating through her spark-link with Bumblebee.
Don't count on it, femme. I'm not the comforting type. Bumblebee grumbled.
Amy turned on him. I take it back! You're absolutely nothing like my Bubmblebee! You're nothing but a shadow of him! Everything he's not! I hate it!
Shadow, huh? Black Bumblebee smirked into Amy's head.
Yes, Shadow. Amy turned back to Sir Soundwave, vaguely aware of something he may or may not have just said. "I'm sorry, what did you ask?"
Soundwave's blue optics glanced at the black mech lounging on the couch then at the red-orange femme. "Er…nothin'. Drop by an' say hi, okay?" He smiled, and walked down the hall away from the room.
The door closed, and Amy whirled on the black mech lounging on the couch. "Oh great! He was almost my friend, and now he's afraid to come in here because of you!" Amy kicked the mech's feet onto the floor.
"Watch it, Amy!" Bumblebee growled.
Amy's green optics grew wide with fury. "Don't you ever call me that! Only he gets to call me that! You're not him!" She wished she had something to throw at the black mech、but the room had a significant lack of throwable devices.
"Serves you right for disrespecting me." Black Bumblebee sat up, and narrowed his red optics at the femme. "You wouldn't want to suffer the consequences of throwing an object at me, femme." His sardonic smirk, and satisfied arrogance was more than enough to throw Amy over the edge.
Without thinking about Shadow Bumblebee's previous masochism, she pulled back her right arm, fist clenched, and let it contact as hard as she could force it against the right side of the asinine Autobot's faceplate.
Shadow Bumblebee fell backward unceremoniously over the edge of the couch. One leg caught on the edge of the blue gel cushion, the rest of him lay on the floor, cursing loudly in Cybertronian.
"You're such an asshat!" Amy shouted. "My name is not femme, so stop calling me that! If you have to," She shuddered, but she couldn't make herself tell him her adopted name. "Call me Amy." The red-orange femmes shook her hand, and frowned. "ow."
"You ignorant, disrespectful parasite! How dare you strike me!"
Amy's optic ridges lifted. He's mad? She looked him up and down. Not that I wanted to turn him on with that, but –geezuz.
You're going to pay dearly for that, Amy. Bumblebee's voice menaced Amy's thoughts as he stared at her from his unrefined position on the floor.
Amy goggled, not at the black mech himself, but the uncharacteristic way her spark pulsed, wanting his spark and his spike. She shook her head. Why does that turn me on? She took a cautious step away from Shadow.
He sat up slightly, his one leg still propped on the cushion. Because, Amy could feel the throb of his spark as his thoughts invaded her mind. Despite how much I loathe the mere thought of you, or how much you want to run away from me out of disgust for what I represent, we want each other.
No, Amy shook her head slowly. "We need each other." She said softly. "I've been running from it – from him –" She turned her gaze to the floor.
Shadow scoffed. "I don't care about your little angsting spark, Amy," He said her name as if it were poison. "All I care about is fragging your valve, and getting a decent overload, so you-!" Before he could continue, Amy knocked him back with a small concussion blast she didn't know she could produce.
Shadow fell backward into stasis.
Amy hesitated, feeling his brief, lingering shock and pain before his feelings stopped, and he lay motionless. He's fine, she reassured herself. He's just unconscious, or something. She turned, and the door opened. Stop hesitating, he's fine. Amy glanced back at the unconscious bot. "Damn." She sighed.
Amy dragged Shadow to the recharge berth, and managed to lift him onto it. She removed a section of wall plating, and searched the wiring. She felt through it, and let Vector Sigma guide her as she gauged what each bundle fed into. "Hmm?" Amy hummed at one bundle, and arched an optic ridge then shook her head. "Wheeljack," She muttered then remembered where she was. "Or, whoever." She ripped out the wiring, and approached the berth. She separated the wires from their casings, and twined it around each of shadow Bumblebee's wrists, and ankles. Just as she was finishing, she felt incredulous rage filling the periphery of her emotions.
Amy looked at the black mech, and sighed. "Oh. You're awake." She frowned at his glaring red optics.
Shadow didn't speak, either into Amy's mind, or verbally, which the femme didn't mind in the least.
"Now, you listen up. I'm leaving." She gave each of his binds a tug then leaned over him with a smile. "You are going to stay here, and be good."
Shadow's rage upped a notch, though he continued to simply stare, and not outwardly react.
"I can feel that you're pissed, although my tying you up is really turning you on, but I'm not in the mood for your masochistic, sadistic, evil Bumblebee b.s. right now." Amy kissed his forehead. "Good bye." She turned, and made it to the door before something stopped her. It was enough to make her reconsider keeping him bound up, and out of her way.
Lonliness. Coming from shadow Bumblebee. It was slight, and brief, but as strong an emotion as Amy ever felt from anyone.
Amy turned, and looked at the black mech, who was lying with his optic casings shut. No, she shook her head, and left the room. The farther she got from the room, the roar of defeat and abandon filled her mind like a torrent. It was so much sincere feeling, no underhanded, underlying control looming behind the feeling of unequivocal aloneness.
Oh god, Amy collapsed onto her knees. Is this how he feels? Is this how Bumblebee reacted when I was lost inside Unicron? Coolant tears slipped down the sides of her face. I'm on a few meters away from that room, and this feeling is… She shook her head vigorously back and forth.
A hand gently grasped Amy's shoulder, and a body crouched next to her. "Hey," Said Starscream. "Did that slagger hurt you? Blazer?"
"No." Amy sobbed.
"Blazer," Starscream's touch was foreign, but gentle as he turned her to face him. "Tell me what that scrapheap did to you."
"I'm sorry." Amy stood up, pushing away from the seeker. She turned without another thought to the Decepticon flier as she ran back to the room, and through the door.
Black Bumblebee jerked at his left hand, his right already freed. "You stupid femme, you're going to pay for leaving-!"
"Shut up." Amy said before she wrapped her arms around his black shoulders, and kissed him. His sharp denta scraped her glossa as it pushed against his mouth. Don't bite me. She thought at him.
You like it. His voice growled in her head just as he freed his left hand, and pulled the red-orange femme onto his lap. Forcing her plating and his open, he plunged her down over his spike, and opened his chest plating.
Their sparks pushed together, and Amy's mind ceased to be simply her thoughts, and occasionally his, but a mess of emotions of both bots. Shadow's rage, reluctant affection, and lusting spark mixed with Amy's need, and filled the aching loneliness inside her. Though Shadow was less than friendly on the outside, on the inside he was exactly what Amy had wanted from the moment she was ripped away from her reality. Despite his being technically evil, his spark radiated Bumblebee, her Bumblebee, and feeling him this close to her, so intimately locked physically, mentally, emotionally, brought relieved coolant tears to her optics as she moaned rapturously; overtaken by her overload.
Amy came down off her spark high, the snow in her vision cleared, and she ran a self-diagnostic. Everything A-OK. The red-range femme slowly became aware of the body beneath her, and the hand holding her hips sideways on his lap. Shadow's vents panted lukewarm air gently out as his systems cooled. Amy felt his sated satisfaction, but his lust for her was quickly returning.
"I can't – although I'd love to." Amy pushed herself up from Shadow's chest. All kind of strange, yet erotic images filled her mind. Amy blinked. "Is that even anatomically possible?"
Shadow smirked. His hand squeezed her aft plating, and he pulled her tighter against his side.
"Really? Is that all it takes, seriously? I spark you, and you're docile and happy for what – another couple of megacycles?" Amy lifted her chin, and looked up at Shadow's face. His optics turned down to her then his chin tilted down, and he stared back at her with lazy acknowledgment.
Amy reached into Shadow's mind with her curious mental tendrils, and found a wisp of affection brush her.
Shadow pushed Amy out of his mind like shoving someone out of a gate, and slamming it in their face with a resounding, emotional 'get out'.
Amy bristled, and sat up. She narrowed one eye at the black mech. "What was that for? You don't see – er feel – me shutting out, do you?"
"If you keep letting me see inside your head, I may exploit and expose you for what you really are, Amy, or should I call you Prime?" Shadow narrowed his optics slightly.
Amy didn't have to be in Shadow's mind to know he was accusing her of something. The way he had said Prime was accusation enough. "And?" She watched him with as much of a placid face as she could.
Shadow moved his right arm, and tucked it under his head. "Is Prime coy on purpose, or are you actually unfamiliar to him?"
Amy shifted to better look at Shadow without craning her neck joint uncomfortably. "I'm not from around here, but by the way you're subtly threatening me, I expect you already know that."
"Maybe I do."
"Maybe."
Amy and Shadow watched each other. Then a small bit, like opening a door a crack, seeped through to Amy's mind. It was almost unreadable, the emotion, the whole feeling Shadow was letting slip to her.
Then Amy understood, and a slow smile spread across her face. "You'd miss me."
Shadow turned his head away, denial all over his face.
"Faker. Admit it – you don't want Prime to have me because one, you don't want to share your new toy, and two, you'd miss me." Amy scooted higher, and leaned over Shadow's face. "You like me, don't you?"
Shadow bristled. "Don't be so proud of yourself. You're a good frag, that's all." He grumbled, and pushed Amy out of his mind, just a testament to his denial, and typical of a macho mech.
"Alright, I won't make you say it." Amy leaned down, and nibbled a chord in Shadow's neck. The mech groaned as Amy sat up. "Yet." She winked at him.
