D-14's surveillance room is deserted, save for the guard on-duty.
The live feed from various locations within the facility fill the many screens in front of him, while the equipment monitoring the telemetries carried by the clients frequently flicker with feedback.
Nothing worth investigating.
An alert would go off if he needs to interfere.
Alone, with no one to disturb him, he establishes a long-range connection.
On a screen behind him, a news feed flash by.
BREAKING NEWS!
The Joint Investigation Unit averts attack on psychiatric hospital.
An reporter is standing in front of the aforementioned building, pointing at something out of view, while interviewing healthcare staff about the situation.
::Any update?::
"Update! I'll give you an update when you have explained to me how this could happen!" He growls, pointing heatedly at the news feed behind him.
::Somehow they knew everything about our plan to attack. Everyone was wiped out. The JIU won't get anything usable out of their corpses.::
"And the leak?"
::Not identified yet, but our undercover operations appear to still be safe.::
"Are you absolutely certain, that we haven't been compromised?"
::Positive.::
"I guess the JIU would have hit all the facilities we operate at, if they knew we were here."
::Now I need that update.::
"Its the usual." The guard scoffs, "Crying carriers who can't accept that life is hard, and weak pathetic Sires lacking any will to fight."
"Someone did something I didn't like, now I can't function." He imitates, derisively, and the voice on the other end laughs harshly.
"There is something, though." He adds, thoughtful, "We got this new seeker some time ago. A Carrier. Pretty flirtatious wings and a nice pert aft."
::A slave?::
"No." The guard states, "A freaking psychiatrist."
::And you think he is worth looking into?::
"Too obvious as of now, but later on..."
::I understand. And now that we are at the topic. Are there any of our former acquaintances at D-14, that we should welcome back into the fold?::
"Skywarp..." Thundercracker stares at him, hesitating "...what are you doing?"
He smiles sheepishly.
"I thought you would like this."
His arms move for emphasis, the sound of the chains around both of his wrists rattling.
"You thought..." the incredulousness in the blue seeker's voice has his smile faltering.
There is a deep sigh, and Skywarp's spark fills with dread.
"Skywarp, I can't be with you." Thundercracker states, "I'm too damaged. You wouldn't want to be with me, if you knew about everything I've been through."
"I don't care." He argues, "I just..."
"You don't know me."
"Then give me the chance to do so." He pleads, optics bright with fear when Thundercracker turns around to leave him.
"Please."
"Don't go."
"I love you!"
"I love you." He utters in absolute desperation right as the nightmarish dream shatters, and he awakens to the sight of his berth room.
His frame is running hot, both from the horror of the dream, but also from an unfulfilled charge coursing through his systems, and he grudgingly releases his spike cover.
If there is one thing he has learned from his few sessions in the group therapy, it is that interfacing is the safest topic to talk about.
It keeps them from thinking too much about what they have done during their captivity. What they have had to do, to survive.
And everyone can participate in the recurring good-natured arguments about which carrier currently stationed on the facility they wouldn't hesitate to interface with.
Yet, it also confronts him with his inner desires, and refusing to be left out he had shared his thoughts about Thundercracker. For the first time he had put words on what he feels for the blue seeker. It had opened a floodgate and the positive responses he received from the others reassured him, that what he feels is okay.
It is okay to be attracted to Thundercracker.
It is okay to feel lust for the other seeker.
There is nothing to be ashamed about.
And thus without a single trace of guilt, he imagines the erotic sight of Thundercracker radiating pure lust, while the blue seeker slowly sinks down onto his rigid spike.
"So beautiful. So tight." He groans, rapidly working his spike towards overload.
His visualization of Thundercracker begins to ride him painfully slow, and the blue wings goes rigid in a magnificent sight of sexual pleasure when a forward movement stimulates the carrier's anterior node.
"Yes. Take me. Use me."
A merciless smile on the blue seeker's lips, and then the valve clenches around his spike, bringing him dangerously close to overload.
"Frag..."
The thought of Thundercracker's domineering lips against his is finally what triggers his overload. Caught in the overload, he is suddenly a victim to his processor's sinful whims, as the memory of Thundercracker 'cold' overload invades his mind.
Against his will, it triggers a second surging overload, that forces the air out of him at its intensity.
Slowly recovering from the dual-overload, he stares horrified up at the ceiling above him.
If the others knew how close he had been with Thundercracker. If they learned that the blue seeker had overloaded against him. Then they would be envious of him, but all he wants is to forget.
Forget that catastrophic moment where everything went wrong.
Return to that silent interaction through their fields.
He didn't want to hurt Thundercracker, but for some reason, he did.
Why else had the blue seeker suddenly reacted with a spark-deep fear?
To achieve overload by the memory fills him with revulsion for himself.
Maybe Nacelle is right.
They are too close.
He is too dangerous.
The only mercy is that his imagination of Thundercracker never is going to be afraid of him.