Disclaimer: is there any point to this anymore? Transformers aren't mine, just my little Decepticon friend.
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: bond:
Flashback
The femme followed Prowl has they walked around the Autobot base. She had to admit that it felt nice to stretch her legs after being kept in that dingy little cell. The sun felt so delightful on her armor, maybe she could convince Prowl to let her stay someplace where it never rained so she could enjoy the sunshine.
She glanced over at Prowl. He was tense, but then again she couldn't blame him. Once Optimus Prime had granted her some amount of freedom, quite a few people were upset. She chuckled at the memory of the looks of shock that twisted the Autobots' faces. She decided the looks of shock and outrage from the small motorcycle femmes and the twins were boring. The look on the weapons specialist was one of annoyance, an expected reaction. The good doctor Ratchet managed to keep his facial features neutral, but it didn't take a genius to see he was amused. The two idiots that were always off fragging each other honestly looked like they could care less that she was now free to wander the base with an escort. She couldn't decide if she was amused or disgusted that Bumblebee looked thrilled to have her stay, the little pest. Her favorite reaction was Jazz though. The midget didn't object, oh no he wouldn't think of it. Prowl was his world, he'd do anything for her creator. But that didn't hide stop the wave of silent anger that poured off of him. She wandered if she was the only one that noticed it.
"…Were you listening?"
"Hmm..." the femme was brought out of her musings as Prowl turned to address her.
"I said let's go to my office so we can discuss your stay here." With a nod of the femme's head the two continued in silence. However one thing did plague Prowl's mind. Yesterday when he went to see the femme it was obvious she was upset with him and yet she helped him avoid a processor crash. He turned it over in his head several times and couldn't figure out one thing, why would she do that? He wanted an answer. "Why did you stop me from crashing last night?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Yes you do" Prowl said, voice firm. "You knew I was heading for a processor crash and you stopped it. Now tell me, why did you stop me from crashing?"
The femme considered her answer carefully. She did try to ignore him, but Prowl was being persistent. "It would have made you appear weak. That would in turn make me look weak. I can't afford weaknesses."
Prowl cast a sidelong glance at the femme. It wasn't the answer he was hoping for, but it was the one he was expecting. She had been raised to have no weaknesses, to show no fear or pain. It would take time to show her that she didn't need to be cold and ruthless to survive among the Autobots.
"You have been around the Decepticons too long" he finally replied.
The femme shrugged. "You're the one who taught me that."
"You're right. I'll have to work hard to teach you otherwise."
"You should focus on dealing with your memory replays before trying to teach me something else" the femme replied loftily.
Prowl stopped and turned to face the former Decepticon. "How did you know…?"
"The parental bond" the femme replied, tapping her chest. "The stronger the memory, the more you project."
A wave of sorrow passed through Prowl. He already failed at being a parent once and here he was failing again. -No. I will not fail. She will be safe here. She has to be safe here, it's the only way I can make her stay.-
"I'm sorry, I'll try to…" He was cut off by his comlink ringing. "Excuse me" Prowl said before answering the comm.
The femme waited for Prowl to finish his call. She could tell that he wasn't pleased by the way his doorwings began to arch.
Muttering a curse, Prowl closed his comlink. He knew this was coming, he just didn't think word would get around so soon.
"Problems?" the femme asked, her optic bridge raised.
"Galloway is having a fit and has demanded a meeting with all officers."
"Let me guess, he found about little ole me."
"Unfortunately. We'll have to wait in my office, until a new escort can be found."
"Ahh, the joys of probation."
"It's not probation. It's to ensure your safety while the personnel on base get use to your presence."
"No, it's to make sure I behave myself and don't stab you in the back" the femme replied smoothly, a slight edge in her tone. Prowl didn't correct her.
The two doorwingers headed for Prowl's office. As they were rounding the last corner the femme finally said, "I'm guessing the little Bumblebee will be my escort, correct?"
Prowl didn't miss the caution in her tone. Muttering a 'perhaps' he decided to file it way for future reference.
After entering the office, Prowl narrowed his optics at the impudent femme who dared to sit in his chair and put her feet on his desk. She even dared to look at him with an all too innocent look on her face. Huffing, he decided to ignore the white femme, she was only teasing and it wouldn't do for him to become annoyed with her.
She was bored. Prowl was just slowly pacing back and forth. Back and forth, back and forth, it was driving her mad. She almost wished that the little Bumblebee would come soon. He was entertaining. Already she was thinking of ways to make his plating crawl. Oh what fun she could have. The little naive thing wanted her past she'd give it to him. With all the dirty details that would give him nightmares. Plus it wouldn't hurt to exaggerate in places just to see the look of horror she could bring to that face. Then again, the scout was probably just looking for confirmation that what he was raised to believe was right. That the Autobots were right and the Decepticons were wrong. What would unsettle the little Bumblebee more, horrific images based off exaggeration of Decepticon cruelty, or the basic truth of what her life was? Then as if her thoughts summoned him, Bumblebee walked through the door.
Bumblebee felt chills go down his spine from the predatory look the femme was giving him, while his spark warmed under the gaze. The contrasting sensations made him shiver. Then a throat was being cleared and Bumblebee looked away from the amused femme to look at Prowl.
Prowl arched an optic ridge at the camaro. Perhaps he should keep an optic on this new behavior the scout was showing around the femme. "You're to stay with her until I'm done with Galloway. I'll be back shortly." With that the tactician left and Bumblebee was alone with the femme.
Silence filled the room. She was still watching him, waiting. "Uh… I guess we're going to be here awhile." Bumblebee nervously muttered.
The femme felt a door flick in annoyance. The scout was nervous, this wouldn't do. She pointed to the empty chair in front of the desk. "Sit and relax. I'm not going to bite."
"I know that." Bee replied as he heeded the femme's command. "I was just thinking."
"About what?"
Bumblebee paused for a moment. There were a lot of things he thought about when it came to the femme. "Well…" He finally said, "Your childhood I guess. I told you a bit about mine, so I was hoping you'd tell me some of yours."
The femme regarded the yellow mech carefully. It was true that it was her turn to share, however she wasn't sure how much she wanted to tell and how honestly. The mech had seemed to be honest with her so far and she had no motive to lie. Primus why couldn't she think of the plans she made that were designed to make the mech's protoform crawl and give him tales that would surely haunt his recharge cycle.
"Very well." The femme answered, lowering her feet to the floor. "My childhood isn't like how you imagined, I bet. Are you sure you want to know about it?"
"I wouldn't have asked, if I didn't want know." Bumblebee replied.
The femme smirked. "Alright, I should start then shouldn't I? Needless to say, I was born among the Decepticons. Prowl had been reprogrammed by Barricade by then."
"Did you know he was originally an Autobot?" Bee interrupted.
"No, I didn't find out until I hacked Soundwave's private files a week after he reverted back to Prowl and left the ship. So to me he was Barricade first and Prowl second. Now Barricade was my primary care giver. When he had to leave for shifts or missions he would usually leave in the care of Soundwave or the seekers."
"The seekers I get. Ironhide told me that seekers are protective of the young placed in their care, but why would he leave you with Soundwave?"
She shrugged. "Soundwave could be trusted." She narrowed her optics at the insolent thing. "Why do you have a problem with that?"
"No not all!" Bumblebee amended, hoping he didn't offend the femme too badly.
Tension filled the air between the two. Bumblebee wasn't sure if he should try to start the conversation again or not. After a few more seconds of awkwardness, Bee resigned himself to another quiet hour with the femme.
The two sat in silence for what seemed forever.
"How old were you when you began your Autobot training?" the femme said suddenly.
Bumblebee was taken surprised by the question. He didn't expect the femme to talk again; usually she'd sit and act like she was in recharge when she was done interacting with him. This was new.
"I started basic combat training when I was a fledgling in my second frame." Bee answered. "When did you start?"
"I'm not sure" she replied. "I know I was young, I believe I was a youngling, though my frame may not have matched it."
Frame not matching? That didn't make sense. "That doesn't make sense."
The femme flicked her doorwings in a shrug. "Barricade upgraded my sparkling and youngling frames as quickly as he felt safe to."
"What, why?" That was disturbing, a sparkling should have each body upgrade every two to three vorns to keep the spark and natural development process healthy. Too many upgrades too fast was dangerous.
"Because as long as I was in childhood frames I was vulnerable. I did spend quite a few vorns in the final stage fledging form to allow my mind to mature and finish off my training."
"What were they training you for?"
"Black ops."
"Black ops?"
"Infiltration, sabotage, my specialty was assassination. My other skills involved scouting, and interrogation." The femme answered.
"Why so many?"
"The more skills you have, the more prepared you are. Sometimes my targets had vital information I needed before I could kill them."
"That makes sense" Bumblebee said quietly, taking it all in while fighting down a wave of sickness. It was hard to imagine what kind of training the femme had to go through to be ready for Black Op missions as soon as she was an adult. "What was the training like?"
The femme regarded him quietly. That wasn't the reaction she was expecting. How would she answer him? Should she answer? Yes, why not, she had all the time in the world to tear this mech apart and enjoy every last second of it.
A feral glint came to the femme's optics as she answered the question. "It was in short painful. First, I had to build a tolerance for pain. After that, the rest was fairly simple."
"Build your pain tolerance." Bumblebee repeated, feeling sick. "They tortured you."
The femme snorted. "Twisting my arms and doorwings isn't torture." Oh no, those things were not torture. There were worse than physical pain. "Those were child's play when it came to the shock sticks. The real trick was learning how to rewrite my thought processes to neutralize hackers. After that, I was introduced to some effective interrogation techniques. I had to go through them before I was taught how to use them."
"Why?" Bumblebee croaked out, feeling deep down he didn't want to know. But she was talking and that was worth something, right?
"So I would understand firsthand how useful the techniques were and the effect they had on someone mentally and physically. It's ignorance not to know. You shouldn't give pain until you understand how painful it truly is."
"That's…." He couldn't find words to describe it. That was cruel on so many levels. How could a sparkling go through that? How could Prowl let her go through that? While he was running around dodging caretakers and being cradled to warm bodies, she was being prepped to be a weapon.
He couldn't stop feelings of sympathy and desire to make life on base easier to the femme. His thoughts must have shown on his face, because the femme hissed at him and turned away. Her body stiff and doorwings held high in irritation.
She looked away from the annoying scout she didn't feel like talking anymore and said so. They sat there in silence for over an hour. Bumblebee began searching radio stations to play some music when the femme abruptly stood. "I'm going to find my quarters, you can stay here or you could help me. Either way I'm leaving."
"Won't Prowl be angry if you left his office?" Bumblebee asked. He already knew where the femme would be staying, but he wasn't sure if he should take her or let Prowl do that himself. He didn't think he would get in trouble for showing her the way, but then again… "Prowl did say he would be back."
"He said you have to stay with me, he never said we had to stay here." The femme replied. "So little Bumblebee, are you going to sit there, or are you going to escort me to my quarters?"
Prowl sighed as he trudged down the hallway back to his office. Something had to be done about Galloway. The human had spent the better part of two hours ranting about how he should have been notified that the Autobots were letting an ex-con on base. Next time the twins decided to play a prank on the liaison he would consider looking the other way.
He finally reached his office, but then he opened his door and found the office empty. Where did they go? : Bumblebee where are you? :
: Sorry Prowl, I'm outside your daughter's quarters. She wanted to see them and…:
Prowl cut him off. : It's fine, I'll be there shortly. :
With another sigh, Prowl left his office and started the trek down to the quarter area of the base. After a few minutes, Prowl turned a corner and saw Bumblebee leaning against the wall.
"Prowl," Bumblebee said as the tactician came close. "I'm sorry we left without telling you. She said she wanted to see her quarters and before I knew it she was out the door and..."
Prowl held up a hand to stop the younger mech. "It's alright Bumblebee, you're dismissed for the night."
"Alright, night Prowl," Bumblebee said as he passed by the older mech.
Prowl watched the scout go. He felt annoyance and small sense of turmoil coming from the femme. He knew something had disturbed her and he had to fix it. The only question was how. He thought about pressing the chime for the quarters. He dismissed it though, he knew she wouldn't open the door if he did, so he opened the door and went inside.
One glance at the femme and it was extremely obvious something was on her mind. She was just standing in the middle of the room; her doorwings arched high in agitation. Prowl hummed low to get her attention. The femme turned to look at him over her shoulder, exhaustion in her optics.
"When was the last time you refueled?" Prowl asked instantly concerned. Why didn't he notice this sooner?
"Yesterday" The femme replied. "I'll refuel in the morning. Right now, I think I'd like to recharge, it's been a long time since I've had a proper berth, you know." She finished with a small smirk.
Prowl nodded. "If you need anything just com me."
"I know, I know," the femme said waving him off. "I suppose I'll see you in the morning."
With that said, Prowl left the femme's quarters and began to trek to his own quarters, where his mate was waiting patiently for him.
Prowl entered his quarters and wasn't surprised to hear music going full blast and Jazz spread out on the couch, bobbing his head to the beat.
…Front to the back then side to the side
Then we head back to my crib for the night
That's how it goes down, all night long
She whispered in my ear, said she loves my song
?This Is Why I'm Hot,? she got it on her phone
Top 10 download, number one ringtones
I'm in my zone, tell me what's good
What it be can't say I'm what you want
But I got what you need, all night, it's all right
We can dance but you gotta keep it up a lil' somethin'
Like this, like this, like this, like this
Like this, like this, like this, like this
Baby do ya want it like this, like this, like this, like this
Like this, like this, like this?
Girl tell me if you want it like this
If you want to you can back it up
You say you like it rough, won't you let me smack it up?
Palm on ya ass, that's if you let me touch…
Prowl felt one of his doorwings twitch. He didn't mind when Jazz played this music, but this was ridiculous. The music was way too loud and the lyrics crude, though Jazz could play worse songs. Prowl was sure the only reason no one in the hall could hear it was the soundproofing in the walls.
…Homie don't act like you know what I mean oh
See I'm the freshest motherfucka on the scene oh
Back of the club all night long
Gran Marnier, pop a case of the Dom
Shorty says she love it when I let her call me Sean
So if you really down baby we can get in on
Like this, like this, like this, like this
Like this, like this, like this, like this
Baby do ya want it like this, like this, like this, like this…
: Jazz :
Jazz looked up to see his bondmate in front of the door a look of worn patience on his face. Jazz grinned; he hadn't messed with Prowl all day and now seemed a perfect opportunity.
: Hey babe, wassup? :
…Gimme gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme
Gimme gimme, gimme gimme gimme gimme…
Prowl's optic twitched. : Jazz, could you turn that off? :
: Now why would I do that? : Jazz teased.
Gimme that, all of that, break it down
Girl, shake it up, now drop it to the ground
You're way too high, go a lil' lower
Now baby beat it up like Rocky Balboa
: Jazz :
:Prowler :
: Please? :
Jazz laughed. : Alright anythin' for you: Jazz stood to turn the sound system off.
If you like what you see then you gotta keep it up a lil somethin' like this…
Jazz turned the sound system off. Prowl vented air in relief. Now he could finally relax.
Jazz chuckled as he felt Prowl's relief. "Long day, lover?" he crooned.
"Very."
"I can fix that." Jazz promised as he went to press his chassis against Prowl's. Prowl moaned when Jazz began to tease his doorwings with magnetic pulses.
"Don't tease" Prowl groaned, his systems heating up. Just how Jazz turned his exhaustion into arousal so quickly, he'll never know. But damn, it felt good.
Jazz chuckled as he watched Prowl jerk and groan as he played with the sensitive appendages. Primus, he loved watching Prowl when he was caught in the throes of pleasure. : Like that? :
With a growl, Prowl hauled Jazz up and began walking to their bedroom. "Berth. Now." Prowl growled in a husky tone, nipping at Jazz's audio causing Jazz to shiver.
"Yes lover," Jazz purred in anticipation.
He growled as he fixed his plating. Blackout had gone too far this time. These occasional trysts, if he could call them that, had gone on too long, at least they were bearable to a degree. This had actually been the first time in twelve vorns since he had seen Blackout last. It may have been degrading but he refused to be mocked. During tonight's encounter Blackout had darkly whispered how luscious she looked and how he wondered what it would take to make her scream. Needless to say, he wasn't the only one to leave the berth with dents and scratches.
Another growl escaped his throat. Blackout would pay for his insolence. He had it coming, but now he would make sure the helicopter screamed for mercy. A smirk lit his face. Yes, maybe he could employ Frenzy for the fun and he knew she would enjoy it.
Speaking of his creation she was late. He knew she completed her mission several cycles ago. He didn't care that she was in an adult frame she was young and was to report to him after every Black Ops assignment.
The door opened, he turned his head to see the white form stride in and close it. She appeared to be undamaged, but that didn't explain where she was.
"You're late." He snapped.
She flicked her sensor wings in nonchalance. "You were busy so I decided to go somewhere else until you were finished."
He growled, she was not getting out of it that easy. He took great pains to make sure she made it to an adult frame he would not watch her jeopardize her life for a mindless pleasure. "You were back six joors ago. I've only been 'busy' for one." He narrowed his optics at the femme. "What have you been doing?"
A pregnant pause filled the room. "Nothing." She replied.
He could sense the hesitance in her voice. Whatever she was doing, she didn't want him to know about it. A wary curiousness came upon him. What was she hiding? It was rare when she concealed things from him, but this was out of line. She was late in coming back. After Blackout's comments he had started to worry what would happen to the femme if he wasn't there. She was agile and quite deadly and he personally knew several mechs on base who found her desirable. He knew she could defend herself, but if she was outnumbered and he wasn't there…
He had to know where she was.
"You're lying."
"I am not," the femme replied, her voice still hesitant, tone becoming defensive. He knew something wasn't right. She flinched as he moved towards her. He felt a little proud that she stood her ground when it was obvious she wanted to be anywhere but here. She flinched again as he began to scan her systems.
He felt rage build as he ran the scan. According to his sensors she was perfectly fine. However, her energy levels were lower than normal. Deepening the scan to find the cause of her energy depletion he was not pleased to find that her energy was low because her body was still recovering from an overload.
He stopped the scan as shock and anger filled him. Someone had…
"Who was it?" he demanded.
"Who did what?" the femme replied as she kept her optics away from him.
He grabbed her chin and forced her face towards him. In the dim lighting he could barely see the faint scratches on her shoulders, doorwings, and hips. By cocking her head, he could see denta marks on her neck.
He held her faceplates hard enough to leave dents. "Who were you with?" he demanded. He watched as her optics flickered with defiance. They stood for several long moments, neither willing to back down.
Then the femme lowered her doorwings in submission. "Deadlock."
He snorted. He should have known. Ever since Turmoil's group came to base, Deadlock had taken an interest in the femme. Especially once he heard about her success in Black Ops.
"I hope you enjoyed yourself," he rumbled as he let go of her face and stepped back. "Cause it's the last time he'll touch you."
"You can't control that!" the femme snapped. "Besides at least I'm not being used as a pleasure drone!"
Rage burst through him. Next thing he knew his creation was on the ground trying to stop the flow of blue blood that was spilling from a wound on her chest.
Prowl's cooling fans were on high as he jolted awake. He stared at the ceiling, trying to inhale steadily to cool his systems.
"Prowler, you okay?"
Prowl turned his head to see Jazz peering at him sleepily. "I'm fine, love. Go back to sleep."
Jazz frowned. "It was another memory replay, wasn't it?"
"Yes" Prowl replied, knowing it would be pointless to try to hide it from his mate. "I'm fine now, go back to sleep." He waited till he was sure Jazz was in recharge again before sighing. He thought the memory replays were fading, but it appeared he was to suffer from more disheartening nights in the future.
With another sigh, he began to process of heading back into recharge again. At least he managed to convince the femme to stay. He knew it would be difficult to get to know her. But he had to try. She expected him to be like Barricade, but he wasn't. He was Prowl. He just hoped that would be good enough. It had to be.
And here's chapter 11 for you guys. The song I used was Like This by Mims. Now its four in the morning and I need sleep.
Review please.