AN: I BET WHEN YOU DUDES AND CHICKS SAW THE EMAIL SAYING THAT I UPDATED THIS 'SERIOUSLY, IT'S NOT A PORNO' FANFIC AND LOOKED AT THE WORD COUNT NOT BEING 12 WORDS AND INSTEAD OVER 2000. YOU GUYS WERE PROBABLY HAPPY N STUFF…YEAH…..(SNIFF).

PLEASE REVIEW.

AND BEFORE I FORGET. I GOT MYSELF ANOTHER CAR AS A COLLEGE PROJECT TO BUILD UP INTO A LEGIT RACE CAR TO TAKE TO P.B.I.R, SEBRING, DAYTONA, HOMESTEAD, ECT. I'll INTRODUCE IT IN A FUTURE S.I FANFIC THAT I PLAN TO MAKE INTO THE TRANSFORMERS PRIME WORLD. WHATS THAT? AN S.I YOU SAY? THAT'S RIGHT I BE FUCKIN ALL THE BITCHES NOW! HYUK HYUK HYUK!

CAPS LOCK BUTTON CAN GET TEABAGGED.

…

Airachnid, now in her armor looked at herself in the mirror once again. She used much of the wax on her protoform and some on her armor although her armor was in bad shape overall. It wouldn't have been worth it to waste the wax trying to protect it. Although it was the only pair she had.

She sighed and drooped her helm in frustration.

A smell perked her up though.

A smell coming from the kitchen.

Her internal monitors displayed a low energon level along with a low supplement level.

She then remembered that the last time she ate were those rust sticks before Overrev showed up.

She couldn't remember the last time off the top of her helm, when she had any energon.

That would soon be rectified.

She opened the bathroom door and made her way to the kitchen, the sounds of talking and giggling from the sparkling were heard overall.

Airachnid walked up to the kitchen door and peaked in.

Sylvania was riding on top of Downpipe as he walked around. His wounds seemed to have healed just fine although only superficial scars remained.

"You and me will save the galaxy." Said Sylvania with enthusiasm as she pointed ahead with determination. Downpipe looked up at her with confusion and a tilted helm.

"You and I Sylvania…You and I." Said Tailgate from the small kitchen table.

"That sounds weird though." Said Sylvania.

Tailgate chuckled. "That is how grownups talk."

Sylvania Pouted "Fine."

"Are you going to eat?" Asked Tailgate.

Airachnid waited for an answer. She looked back at Tailgate and jumped slightly.

He was staring at her.

Oh scrap he was talking to her.

Airachnid stepped through the door and into the lit kitchen.

As soon as she walked in, Tailgate froze.

He felt like his spark had stopped.

She looked….beautiful.

"You're staring." Spoke Airachnid with slightly averted Optics.

Tailgate blinked and also averted his optics. "Sorry 'bout that." He said with a small chuckle.

Airachnid noticed that although he was staring….it felt nice.

It didn't look like a disgusted stare or even a lust filled stare.

She felt appreciated for once.

Airachnid had a ghost of a smile as she sat down at the table.

Sylvania and Downpipe looked back and forth at both the grownups in front of them.

Sylvania then thought to herself with her optics closed before…..she smiled and her optics shot open in realization at Tailgate.

"YOU LIKE HER!" She shouted with her servos raised triumphantly. Downpipe barking happily with her.

Tailgate was the definition of a spit take at that moment. The energon he tried to drink went down his cooling intake by accident. His optics widened as he began to cough, he leaned over to the side of the table as he tried to regain his breath.

Airachnid looked at Tailgate with curiosity.

Why did he react like that?

"Syl-(cough)...Sylvania I think it's (cough) time for berth." Wheezed Tailgate.

"Aww. But I'm not tired." She whined. "I wanna play more with Downy."

Downpipe tilted his helm in confusion over his new nickname.

"No arguing…come now." Said Tailgate.

Sylvania pouted as she was lifted from Downpipe.

"I'll be right back." Said Tailgate as he took Sylvania to her room. "And please…eat something." He chuckled.

Airachnid looked back down at the soup and Energon in front of her.

She blinked.

…

"Will she be staying?" Asked Sylvania with enthusiasm.

"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves." Said Tailgate as he pulled the steel wool blanket over Sylvania before making his way to the door.

"Goodnight." He said softly.

Sylvania was already recharging.

He closed the door before looking at his pedes.

'I honestly don't know.' He thought before looking at the kitchen.

He sighed and made his way back to his 'guest'.

He looked inside the kitchen. His optics widened.

Airachnid had drank all of the energon on the table, and was now finishing up her soup. Downpipe was also busy drinking his energon from a bowl on the ground.

Tailgate leaned against the frame of the door with his arms crossed. Just looking at what was happening in front of him.

Airachnid had filled her mouth with more oil soup before she noticed someone was watching her.

She turned her helm and met amused piercing blue optics.

She then realized that she probably looked quite… amusing with her mouth full at the moment.

She swallowed her soup before clearing her intakes with a small blush.

"Sorry." She said quietly.

Tailgate blinked before erupting with laughter. He placed his servos on his knee joints and leaned against the wall. Laughing loudly.

Airachnid looked down frustrated with a small blush. Her optic brow twitching slightly.

"WOW." He laughed. "You eat a slag ton." He joked.

Airachnid looked at him with surprised optics.

"Don't worry about it." He added with a dismissive wave of his servo. "You two needed the energon badly anyways. " He sat down. "There is more energon if you want any, but I'll need to get some more tomorrow. After all that happened today."

Airachnid flinched. He was mentioning her stealing his energon.

"I apologize." She said. "We were just very…"

"Wait." Interrupted Tailgate. "Are you talking about taking my energon?"

Airachnid didn't respond, she only looked down to the side.

Tailgate laughed again. "You think I'm mad about that?" He asked with slight surprise.

Airachnid again looked up at him with wide optics.

He was laughing? He WASN'T mad?

"That was actually impressive." He said with a grin.

Airachnid was truly confused now. As was Downpipe. He had finished his energon and was now next to her.

"The way you two worked together was amazing." He said as he looked up at the ceiling.

He looked back at her. "I only noticed something was off after I realized he wasn't injured. I just turned around purely by chance to see you."

Airachnid just stared at the mech with surprised optics.

He…He complimented her. Somebody finally complimented her in her life.

Tailgate didn't know just how deep his comment was.

"By the way." Said Tailgate. "Before I forget. I never got your name." The mech smiled.

"I'm Tailgate and the little ball of energon you saw was Sylvania."

'Tailgate.' Thought Airachnid. 'So that's his name.'

"So." Began Tailgate. "What's your name?"

Airachnid became slightly uncomfortable. She fidgeted in her seat as she looked between the floor and Tailgates optics. She had never willingly told anyone her name, she never opened up to anyone, they might exploit her weaknesses if she revealed too much about herself. But… in the end SHE tried to steal HIS energon. HE saved HER from Overrev and now HE's giving HER a roof over her helm and all the energon she can drink. He should at least know her name.

"I…uh…" She continued to fidget.

Tailgate waited patiently for her to continue.

"I am Airachnid…" She pointed to her companion. "…and that's Downpipe. As Sylvania already knows."

"Well Airachnid…I hope you ate well enough. There is more if you want any." Said Tailgate.

Airachinid felt a tingling sensation when he said her name. It was a slight sensation but is was there.

"I-I don't want to impose." Said Airachnid as she suddenly stood up. Surprising Downpipe who was right next to her chair.

"We have to go." She said.

"Wait what?" Asked Tailgate as he too got up, now also surprised.

"Thank you for your hospitality." Said Airachnid quietly and quickly as she walked to the door.

"Wait a moment." Said Tailgate sternly.

Airachnid whipped her helm towards him, anger present on her faceplates.

Tailgate was shocked at her change in attitude. But he didn't show it. His faceplates were calm as ever.

This irritated Airachnid.

"What do you want?" She asked menacingly. "What are you?"

Tailgate raised an optic brow. "I told you I'm Tailg-"

"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN!" Yelled Airachnid as she extended her spider arms.

Tailgate was again impressed by her transformation. But again he said nothing. He stood his ground and waited for events to unfold.

"You want something from me don't you?" She asked with her optics squinted. "You bring me here, give me 'free' energon, a shower, cleaning supplies and wax…" She paused. "…why? It makes no sense. I stole from you and… and you praise me?" She asked flabbergasted before continuing.

"This seems all too good to be true for you to come out with nothing to gain from this. So I ask."

Airachnid leaned forward menacingly. "What. Do. You. Want?"

Tailgate didn't say anything.

Airachnid waited for a response before scoffing and turning around to leave.

"Where will you go?"

Airachnid froze. She blinked and looked back at Tailgate.

He had not moved since she began talking. But his expression was as stern as ever.

"Need I remind you that your home was destroyed by Overrev and his 'friends'." He said in a matter of fact.

Airachnid continued to stare at him.

Tailgate popped his neck joints. "And even if there was something back there for you to go to…"

His expression darkened slightly. "…He knows where to find you and your friend."

Airachnid felt an uncomfortable jolt when he mentioned Overrev.

"And believe me, last time I saw him…he wasn't happy."

Tailgate continued.

"I know you stole from me, but I also know you had to do what you had to do in order to survive. I get that. I also saved you from Overrev, risking my life to do so. I brought you and your friend back here and got you fixed, cleaned and energized. I helped you in your time of need."

Silence took up the room once more.

Tailgate sat down again with a sigh.

"Do you know what I want?" He asked as he glanced up at her.

Airachnid didn't respond.

"I want you to live a good life. Start over. You look like the person who deserves more."

Tailgate smiled.

"Airachnid…You're not a bad person."

He now grinned.

"Besides, your transformation looks kinda cool." He chuckled.

Airachnid didn't know what to say. She tried to look for any signs of falseness in his voice, ulterior meanings behind his words.

He…He's telling the truth.

He…

…

Airachnid swiftly walked up to Tailgate and embraced him. Freezing him instantly.

"Thank you." She whispered. Tears falling from her optics. "For everything."

She squeezed him harder.

'She's hugging me.' Thought Tailgate with a blush. 'Come on Tailgate, DON'T RUIN THE MOMENT!' He thought with determination.

Tailgate then looked down her back and noticed her smooth toned af-.

Tailgate let out a squeal… A very mechly squeal.

'SCRAP!' He yelled in his thoughts.

Airachnid released him quickly. "Are you okay?"

"I'MFINE!" Said Tailgate quickly. "JUUUUSTFINE."

Airachnid lifted her optic brow. "…Okay?"

"YOUCANRECHARGEINMYROOMIFYOUWANT." He said.

Airachnid's expression darkened, she crossed her arms.

"What?" She asked. In an angry tone.

Tailgate shrieked slightly, raising his servos in defense from the incoming furniture he might receive.

He then remembered that they were in the kitchen.

A place with lots of sharp objects.

Tailgate's faceplates paled.

"NONONONONONONO WHAT I MEAN IS…." Tailgate continued in a slight frantic tone. "…you can use my room while I recharge out here."

Airachnid's optics softened. "Oh…" She said in realization. "I really don't want to impose like that-"

"Too late." Said Tailgate. "No arguing." He grinned in relief.

"Thank you." Said Airachnid smiling.

"S'what I do." Said Tailgate as he got up. "Good night."

He walked out of the kitchen towards the small living room.

Airachnid was left in the kitchen alone with Downpipe now recharging in the corner.

A small smile on her faceplates.

...

Back at the Autobot Base.

Arcee stood looking at the screen. She too was smiling.

"He was always like that." She said. "So compassionate towards others."

Jack stood next to Arcee. Their little chase was interrupted by Optimus. There were more pressing issues at hand.

"It's a good thing Airachnid found him. Or vice versa." Replied Jack. "She needed the break from that hell of a life she had."

"Yeah." Sighed Arcee.

"I think it's so cool." Said Miko.

"And I think..." Began Ratchet. "…You and Sylvania have a lot in common. Miko."

Jack started Laughing.

Bulkhead looked like he was about to as well. But a glare from Miko stopped him.

"I'm not a baby." She muttered.

Now Raf was laughing.

Arcee smiled before facing Jack. "I'll be back. I got to go…look at something." She said.

"Hmm?" Jack looked at her. "Oh okay."

Arcee nodded before making her way to her room.

'Why was he looking at her like that?' Thought Arcee. 'Am I not… sexy?'

The human word was better suited for what she wanted to say.

She entered her room and walked over to a large mirror next to her berth.

She stared at herself, every detail she could take in. Every scratch in her armor, every scar on her protoform that could be seen.

She frowned before sighing and unlatching the restraints on her armor.

She hadn't seen her protoform in ages. Since the armor she wore was virtually sealed tight against her frame, no impurities got under it. So she never saw the need to take it off. Besides, they were at war, being without armor could mean easy deactivation by the enemy.

But now she was alone.

Perfect.

She took off her top, gasping slightly at the cool air brushing against her exposed breasts, her nipples hardening slightly.

She began to take off her bottom half before stopping to look at the mirror.

She grinned before turning around so her aft faced the mirror. She bent over and looked back at her reflection coyly before slowly pulling down her armor, wiggling her aft in sensual motions as more and more of it was exposed.

She moaned slightly as she gripped her thigh softly and moved it upward to her cheek. Slapping it.

She squealed. Not too loudly. Before letting the armor drop altogether.

She saw small battle scars around her legs and some on her lower back.

She bit her lips as she parted her aft slightly to expose her moist port and tight plug.

'I am yours Jack.' She thought as she pressed her aft against the mirror before looking at her door.

'To do what you want.' She closed her optics, her servo moving closer to her port.

'I'll show you who is sexier.'

…

AN: …..Really. I really am trying not to make this into a porno.

Jesus: Then that the fuck was that?

AN: What are you still doing here?

Jesus: I dunno. (Walks away.)

AN:…That was weird.

Mario: You're weird dipshit!

AN:…Okay. PLEASE REVIEW!