Celia walked into the house, unzipped and pulled back the cloth over her frame, then offered a hand to Jazz.
He leapt unto it, then leaned on her fingers with a big grin on his face.
She rolled her optics, "Yes I complimented you and Prowl. However, I also complimented Starscream and Soundwave."
"Ah know. But ya had a really good explanation for yer thoughts. Might make Prowl crash."
She shook her head, then walked over to Autobot territory, setting him down at the dividing line.
"Don't Ah get a goodnight kiss?" Jazz teased.
A smirk crossed her face, before she knelt to his level.
He stood his ground, but Ironhide and Bluestreak tensed up, weapons coming online.
Then with infinite carefulness, she laid her forehead on his forehelm.
His shocked optics pleased her.
"Goodnight, Jazz," she straightened then walked away.
"Dear Primus. What did you say to her, Jazz? That's like a serious gesture, a courting. Did you save her? Can a human and Cybertrionian even bond or is this like…"
Bluestreak's rant faded as she descended to her quarters.
She offered Soundwave's Ravage a hand, which he accepted.
Once the door was unlocked and she was on the other side, she lowered her hand to the ground.
Ravage darted off, leaving her to lock the door.
She set her envelope down on her desk, then sat to read through the rest.
The letter from Martha tore her heart apart.
Basically it called on her to defend the cause, in this case the Transformer Girls group against threats.
The last lines echoed in her head.
"I know you are clever enough to find substitutes for Lazerbeak, Ratbat, Buzzsaw, Rumble and Frenzy. I pity any enemy who faces you, including that brother of yours. Be the Soundwave fighting Arachnid. Find your space bridges to deal with interlopers. Until we are all one again."
Setting it down, she picked up the picture of Martha, Annie and herself as Cybertronian femmes.
Elita-One and her group would have a run for their credits if these three really existed.
Standing, she rummaged through her cabinets until she found an empty frame for the picture. Then she brought it into her bedroom to be set up on her nightstand.
Stalking back to her desk she finished her will and life insurance updates, listing the foundation Martha set up.
It was the ultimate frag you to her brother if he thought she would leave anything to his pompous aft.
Humming, she checked the website, noted someone started a thread on the sparkling pictures. She added hers, admiring the others again.
"Why are human femmes so interested in sparklings?" Starscream landed next to her, "Your internet has lots of these pictures and those gross interfacing ones."
"Fanfiction which includes fan art as well as written stories are mostly produced by women. Producing children is a big part of our biology so the activity and the result of procreation are big areas," She leaned down to Starscream, "Have you perused the stories, yet?"
He snorted derisively, "Most of your kind lack imagination on how we get sparklings."
Recalling Jazz's reaction upstairs, she decided to tease the minuscule Seeker.
"Oh? Does it start with something like this?"
Starscream froze when their foreheads touched.
Then he let out a banshee shriek before taking to the air.
She laughed in amusement, "This works better than the rule 34 artwork. Pity it wouldn't work on my brother, the slagger."
"Deviousness: Higher than normal," Soundwave kept his distance from her.
She considered it, "I slagged DumbDumb and his allies, then got to speak with my allies. A very good joor for me. Teasing Jazz and Starscream is like having oilcake and eating it too."
Humming happily, she finished her changes, submitted it for electronic review and seals.
Then she opened a search in to houses she could move into, or rent for the time being.
While she could live with Annie for a while, it wasn't a good thing to impose for a long time. She would start the process of getting her new home.
Asking the silent symbiote carrier as she scrolled through domiciles, "Hows the universe scanner coming along. I imagine you all are eager to get home."
"Wheeljack: Confirmed home universe via drone. Transport device: In progress."
"Excellent," she purred happily, "The sooner to get you all back to the war, I get to break ways with the poser upstairs. He'll regret his every insult."
Her Ravage jumped up, bumped noses, meowing.
Scowling at the clock, she sighed, "There is not enough time in the day to do all I want."
She shut down her home computer and put it away before walking to her bedroom.
Thundercracker flew in and landed on a book shelf, "Did you really mean to start courting?"
She snickered, "Oh, is that what that meant. I think a good million fans just got their hopes broken."
His optics rolled, "I have to live with him when his first forehelm touch is stolen by a human."
She leaned down towards him, "Or is it you would like the same?"
He looked up at her forehead, then her eyes, "No firsts to take."
She tapped her lips, "Really? You've touched forehelms with a human before?"
Snorting he crossed his arms, "Did it with other Decepticons. You'll just be one more."
Before she could reply, Skywarp blipped in, then grabbed her face, pressing his helm against hers, "Mine!"
Then he warped away, leaving her with a strange numb and tingling sensation over her face, probably from his warp device.
She looked at Thundercracker's amused face, "Let me guess, I opened a door and now everything is spewing out?"
"Just be grateful you didn't do it to Megatron or Prime. That's practically a faction declaration in addition to being interested in courting. Plus Elita-One would have your chassis for making moves on her partner."
She considered it, "Hmm, not like she can get back here to try and peel my skin off. I think it would be amusing to do it. The expression on Optimus' face would be priceless."
He considered her, then snorted, "Oh Primus, I doubt I can get that image out of my processor. Then Elita's once she finds out she can't get at you."
They muffled their laughter as she imagined the furious femme shaking Wheeljack like a rag doll, demanding to come kick Celia's aft for putting the moves on her mech.
"That's enough fun and games for this evening. I have work tomorrow," she listened to Starscream railing about crazy human femmes a moment, sighed, "Is there a gesture to make this all a joke or dismiss it? He doesn't need the stress on his systems."
"Can you make this noise?" Thundercracker made a strange warbling noise.
She softly repeated it, had him correct it, then she got it on the fourth try.
"Just make that sound to him and it should be fine," he transformed, "I also recommend not touching forehelms with Soundwave."
"Because he'd take it seriously as well?"
He gave her a look, "He's a telepath and he doesn't need matching parts to consummate the courting into a bond."
All the rule 34 fan art crossed her mind from the night Martha, Annie and her got really goofy from too much alcohol.
"This would probably send my brother into a rage fit. I respect Soundwave way more than I desire pissing off my brother," she muttered.
She went and settled Starscream, got the warble from Skywarp before he giggly did the fore helm touch to her again.
Then she fell asleep.