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He onlines to a nervous tapping on the door, and the lock informing him it is Skywarp. Blinking at the lock, he realizes Slipstream must have installed that for his benefit. Slipping off the berth, he opens the door, and lets the seeker in. "Get your cube, I will work on you when you're fueled up."

Perceptor rifles through his supplies, staring up forlornly at the desk which is far too large for him to use comfortably. He'll be doing most of his research sitting on top of it, he supposes. Perceptor takes the opportunity to stretch his limbs, getting his joints limber and ready for work. Skywarp makes a quiet, happy noise behind him, but when Perceptor turns, he doesn't notice any reason for the noise. Perhaps he enjoys getting fuel when he needs it.

The Seeker is looking far better this solar cycle than the previous one. His paint is meticulous, and his armor gleams as though it were still wet with solvent.

"Get on the berth." He turns to the dispenser, getting his own cube, "Do I need to cuff you so you don't warp away?"

The seeker flares his wings, clearly flirting, and climbs on the berth, "Are... are you going to hurt me?" The mech plays with the light cuffs that are still on the berth.

"What I'm doing won't be any worse than before," Perceptor mentally shudders at that.

He lays down with his wings spread out wide underneath him, ailerons flicked up to reveal delicate wiring. "I don't need the cuffs, then. If you promise it won't hurt."

Perceptor drinks his energon slowly, but steadily. There is no point in prolonging the inevitable. He approaches the berth and drags himself up onto it, settling down on the Seeker's chest. "Please open up."

The cockpit opens so fast, he's slightly amazed the windows didn't crack. Plugging in his favorite datapad, he starts to test what he'd been working on with Skywarp. The bot blinks up at him, clearly wanting to ask him something, but since he's certain the seeker is wondering why he isn't playing with his chamber again, Perceptor ignores him.

After prodding a bit of code, Skywarp gasps and flushes brightly while trying not to arch his chest into the nonexistant touch. Perceptor allows himself a smirk; just as he thought, that bit is what he has to modify.

He pulls up the code he'll be inserting, and carefully works it into Skywarp's own code, prodding it a few more times to test it. The Seeker keens and arches under him, frame growing hot. Perceptor frowns and adjusts a few lines, prodding again. This time, the Seeker goes still, a deeply puzzled look on his face. His frame quickly cools down to normal levels, and the glow of his spark shard dims a bit.

Skywarp shifts, "What? What are you doing?"

"Testing code, like I said last night," Perceptor reaches in, and rubs directly on the sparkshard, making Skywarp gasp and keen. He frowns, "It isn't working just yet."

"But! I like being able to do that!" The seeker sounds utterly horrified.

"Well, you are the one I'd be least likely to use this on. Once I have this correct, I'll need you to get Thundercracker."

Skywarp reaches up and rests a servo over one of Perceptor's. "So you'll . . . take the code out of me when you finish it?"

Perceptor considers it. He'd be far safer if all of the Seekers had this code inside of them. But Skywarp won't be a threat until he develops behavioral code to overcome the cowardice. He could always insert the code again at a later date, if necessary. He's torn on the matter.

He pulls away from the touch, and prods another part of the code, "We'll see." Skywarp is too busy gasping and digging his claws in the berth to answer, which is exactly what he was planning.

Frowning at the code, he adjusts it again, making the seeker whimper and writhe happily. He frowns, changing a few more lines, prodding it lightly. Skywarp's optics dim and there is a distinct purring of engines making the seeker's chest vibrate. Sighing, he cuts out that entirely, making Skywarp's optics go from half dead with pleasure to bright and upset. "Why did you stop?"

"It is not my intent to make you overload from this," he admits easily, experimenting with code patches. This would have been far simpler if he were doing it on a spark—he has, in fact, written codes to inhibit spark charging, used primarily when a large amount of maintenance or adjustments need to be performed while near or in contact with a bot's spark. The allspark fragment is making things difficult. It is as if the shard is resisting his attempts to keep it from sending pleasure signals and increasing its charge.

Skywarp sighs sadly at him, and looks like he wants to say something. Ignoring him handily, not wanting to be told that the seeker wants him to do just that, Perceptor inserts a few more lines of code, and prods it. Skywarp's optic's go wide in dispair, and he leans over to rub the spark shard experimentally. It doesn't even heat up.

He smirks, and runs a servo along the spark chamber. He makes it almost all the way around the edge when the shard heats up almost violently, and he has to yank his arm away for fear of losing it. Giving the code a disappointed look, he works on it again.

Perceptor is typing on his pad the following solar cycle when his door chimes. It notifies him that Thundercracker is standing outside. He opens the door and gestures at the berth. "Please lay down and open your cockpit for me." With the code fully functional, he'll be able to get it active before the Seeker has a chance to try and rub off against his servos. "I knew a bot of your importance would want me to fix them first." Still, a little ego-stroking would keep the bot under control until then.

Thundercracker smiles imperiously, laying down with his wings spread wide, "It is so good to have my brilliance recognized."

Climbing up, he pulls out his datapad. Connecting it and uploading the code in one smooth motion, he looks down as the shark dims, but still glows faintly. Tapping the datapad, he almost smiles before running a servo along the shard.

Thundercracker's expression goes from triumphant at getting Perceptor to rub his shard without being secretive to utterly horrified and upset, "What did you do to me? I'm far too wonderful to have this happen to me!"

Perceptor disconnects the datapad, "And I am not desirous of being molested while I work. Especially not when I have been kidnapped and forced to perform this work."

The Seeker grabs hold of his shoulder cannon and hisses at him, "You will remove the code now! This does not happen to a superior bot such as myself! You should be begging me for overloads, not disabling my shard!"

The smaller bot's spark flickers once with fear, before his door slides open and a familiar voice screeches at him, "What in Primus's name are you doing to my Seekers?"

Thundercracker shakes him, and he's a bit too addled to answer. Starscream yanks the blue seeker's arm off of him, and throws the bot to the ground. Starscream stands on top of Thundercracker as he watches Perceptor blink back into coherency. "I'm waiting," the seeker hisses, jamming a ped on Thundercracker's throat, digging in his heel.

Perceptor dusts himself off, "I am running a code so they will not molest me as I work on them. Making my job much simpler in the long run, so I can get it done faster."

Thundercracker claws at Starscream's ped, and Starscream shoves down harder on his throat in response. "You are absolutely forbidden to use it on me. Or on Slipstream." Starscream pauses, head tipping back in thought, "Unless you can write it with an on-off switch. I wouldn't mind having it then." The blue bot hisses something weakly at him, and Starscream glares down at him, "Oh, do shut up."

A chill races down Perceptor's back as Starscream levels a null-ray between Thundercracker's optics and fires it. The bot jerks and falls offline, spark shard losing all of its light at once.

Starscream stops standing on the bot to kick him before turning to Perceptor, "I'll send in another bot for you to fix. Would you like me or Slipstream to be here to keep an optic on their behavior?" He doesn't say anything, just stares at the offlined bot, making Starscream frown at him, "Don't worry about it. We're immortal. This is nothing. Now, answer me, or I will send in Sunstorm on his own."

Perceptor straightens up quickly, "Yes! I'd like Slipstream to be here as I work on them, no need to take time out of your work schedule."

Starscream smirks, "Right. I'll tell her to bring one of the other seekers for you to work on. The mech shoves Thundercracker out of the door, before heading out himself.

It's nearly a full megacycle before Slipstream shows up, dragging Sunstorm with her. The orange Seeker catches sight of Perceptor and his optics flash, "Perceptor, the most lovely of little sciencebots. It is so good to see you again. It is as if the great Primus himself brought you here to brighten our ship with your adorable little frame."

Slipstream shrugs and pushes him down on the berth, "I can put a mouth clamp on him if you want." She snaps stasis cuffs on the struggling Seeker before he can push her away. "But if you're fast enough, you'll get your codes in place before he's able to talk again."

"Doubtful," Perceptor turns to Sunstorm, "Open up."

The bot snaps open instantly, and he connects the datapad while Sunstorm spreads his wings flirtingly. "You are such a pretty lit-tt-tt..." he stutters to a stop, and gives him a horrified look as Perceptor rubs his shard. "And... so talented at coding," the seeker sounds almost broken, and Perceptor allows himself a smile.

"Thank you, Sunstorm," he disconnects the datapad, "You can close up now." The bot shuts his cockpit slowly and in little starts and stops as the sciencebot turns to Slipstream, "Who do you think we should do next?"

Starscream shoves his way into Perceptor's room, smirk wide and brilliant on his face, "Oh, that was fantastic, little bot. I've never seen Megatron so furious before." He sits at the desk, venting a delighted sigh, "Oh, I'm going to enjoy watching his face in my recording forever."

He leans forward, "So, I'd like you to finish setting up that on-off switch."

Perceptor doesn't even look up from the coding, "You'll need to get me Skywarp, then. He still thinks I was punishing him with this, and only comes in to get energon and run off."

Starscream tilts his head, peering over the scientistbot's shoulder at the datapad, "Then what are you working on?"

"I'm doing the basics of the per-glitch surpressor. It is slow going when my test subject won't even stay in the berth long enough for me to check on it."

Starscream's optics narrow, "And what about my on-off switch that I told you to make?"

He pulls out another datapad, sliding it to Starscream, "Finished except for testing. Slight possibility of exploding the spark shard on first implement, or I'd ask you to lay down for it."

Starscream eyes the code suspiciously, "You do realize I provided much of the code for my Seekers myself. I don't see anything in this that would trigger a shard explosion."

"It's not obvious at first glance, I'll admit it," Perceptor taps more code into his own datapad, "but the risk is there. If you can find Skywarp for me, I'll be able to run the test on him. And I should have it functional by tomorrow." He tips his head to one side, "Or the solar cycle after that, if this code explodes the Seeker."

Starscream puts the pad down, and walks out of the room. He returns a breem later with a sobbing Skywarp, "I don't want to explode! I knew he hated me!" The cowardly seeker spots Perceptor and squeaks unhappily as he's shoved on the berth and cuffed tightly.

Starscream looks like he wants to shoot Skywarp, but instead turns away, "Do whatever you want. If I find him exploded, we'll find another use for you, and Slipstream will modify your code." The mech leaves, locking the door.

Perceptor stretches, picks up the pad, and slips off the desk to the background sounds of Skywarp begging him and using that frustrating nickname. Climbing up the berth, he sits on the seeker's chest before putting a servo to the mech's lips, "There's no chance of explosion. I wanted to work with you, not deal with Starscream. Do you want to open up so I can allow you to overload again, or should I just go back to working on the code on my desk?"

Skywarp licks his lips nervously, glossa brushing against Perceptor's finger. "I . . . you promise it won't explode? You're not just saying that so I won't fight you?"

Perceptor pats his cockpit gently, "As far as I can tell, the only way to make a fragment of the allspark explode would be to deliberately try." He frowned, "Or to punch it when it is fully charged, the way Optimus Prime claims to have done." Patting the cockpit again, he continues, "Seeing as I am trying neither of those things, your shard will be fine."

Skywarp looks at him before nodding reluctantly, and opening his cockpit. Connecting the datapad, he puts in the code, and prods it. Skywarp whimpers at him, "That hurts!"

Percepter hums, running a servo over Skywarp's spark, wincing as it almost freezes his servo, and removes the code. Shaking his servo, he frowns, "That is... unexpected."

He adjust the code carefully, touching the spark shard carefully this time. The Seeker moans softly, a few of his fans kicking on in response. "Does that feel normal to you?"

Skywarp shakes his head, "Not . . not as sensitive as it usually is."

The sciencebot adjusts the code again, tracing a finger around the edge of his spark chamber. The Seeker keens this time, clearly trying to shove his chest up into the touch.

He stamps his foot, reminding the bot he is sitting on him; the seeker stops abruptly, chastised. "Does that feel right?"

The bot flutters prettily under him, dimming his optics, "M-more?"

Perceptor narrows his optics, "What's that, Skywarp? You want me to lock you into shard stasis so hard you can't even think about it?"

Skywarp's optics widen, and he flutters in distress this time, "It works! It works! Don't take my overloading away again!"

"I'm afraid I'll have to at least once more, Skywarp. Starscream wants to be able to turn his on and off, and I need to make sure the override I wrote will work." He enters a command in his datapad, and rubs the Seeker's spark shard, "Can you feel this?"

Skywarp keens sadly, " . . .No."

He reverses the command and rubs again, the way the Seeker's optics dim and the moan answer enough. "I have yours set to my control. But it'll be easy enough to adjust it so Starscream will have control over his own."

Skywarp wiggles under him, "W-will you leave mine like this?"

"Will you behave when I'm working on you?" The mech nods enthusiastically. "Will you really?" Perceptor holds the datapad half threateningly, and Skywarp seems to shrink into the berth, still nodding but not half as enthusiastically. "Then, yes. I will let you keep your ability to overload."

He slips off of Skywarp, and uncuffs him, "Get your energon and get out." The bot walks to the dispenser, wings drooping.

Just before the mech starts out the door, "And Skywarp." The seeker perks up, "I need you to overload," Skywarp glances to Perceptor's spark-plates then his own cockpit, "yourself," the hopeful look at Perceptor's plates does not go away, "in your own berth," the look dies, "and tell me me how it went in the morning." Skywarp's expression gets incredibly lecherous, "Not in any detail. Just if you were able to or not."

The Seeker's wings droop down even further, utterly dejected. "I'll tell you, Percy. I promise." He's out before Perceptor can tell him not to call him that awful nickname.

Perceptor sits on the berth and vents a sigh, scrolling through the code on his datapad. He would need to find some better way of getting Skywarp to give up on him. Perhaps if he informed the Seeker that he refused to interface with a bot he has never dated?

He onlines to the sound of the door being slammed open and Starcream's screech of "Are you done with that code yet?"

Rubbing his optics, Perceptor sits up, "We'll know when Skywarp gets here, and tell me if he did as I directed."

The seeker glares at him before getting two cubes of energon, leaving the door open, "Then, we will wait for him," the bot puts a cube in his servos, and sits down at the desk, legs crossed prettily and resting on the desktop, "He'll be here soon enough."

Sure enough, less than a klik later Skywarp comes running in, slamming the door behind him, "I couldn't get to overload! It won't work! I get all hot and my spark crackles, but it isn't working!"

Perceptor has never been happier for all the completely insane and often inappropriate things the bots he's worked on have said over the stellar cycles. He manages to keep an utterly straight face at this declaration. "Unfortunate. It is likely a small bit of code that needs to be fixed." He gestures at the berth, "Please, sit. I will need you to self-service while I inspect your code."

Skywarp glances at the berth and then back to Perceptor with wide optics. "Really?"

Starscream snickers.

Skywarp turns, finally noticing the other seeker, "In front of him" the mech sounds utterly horrified and upset.

Perceptor pulls out his datapad, "He wants to have the code installed, and I am not sending him away just so you are not self consious as I make adjustments." He pauses, and looks at Starscream blankly, "Unless you would prefer to wait in the hall?"

Skywarp jumps into the berth, "He does! Make him get out!"

Starscream smirks, "Oh, no. I'm quite comfortable where I am. Please, continue."

Perceptor taps on Skywarp's cockpit. "Open up. I will need to connect the pad to actively watch your code while you self-service."

The Seeker whines unhappily, optics darting to Starscream, but he does as he is asked. Perceptor hooks the datapad up and runs a quick scan. He can't pinpoint what part of the code is causing the error, so he vents a careful sigh. "Please start."

Starscream snickers, and Skywarp's servos slip, "I... I can't do this with him here!"

Perceptor doesn't even look up, "Then offline your optics and audio so you don't see or hear him."

"But I want to see and hear you while I do this!" the larger bot wails, "I don't want Starscream to watch. I want you to, and you won't even look!"

He taps the pad and scrolls through the data, "I don't interface with bots I haven't dated, Skywarp." And there is no way he can date the Seeker, being a captive on this ship. It'll keep the mech from harassing him.

Starscream arches an optic ridge. "A few solar cycles without overload and he's out like a light." He pulls Perceptor off of Skywarp's lap, "You're running a bit hot, sciencebot."

Ignoring how his spark is pulsing and throbbing, Perceptor says flatly, "I am just fine. It is time to input the coding switch for you. Please remove Skywarp from the berth and lie down."

The seeker smirks at him, "Whatever you say, Autobot. But don't be surprised if he comes back to demand you two start dating." Starcream drops Skywarp on the floor, and lays down. "Do be gentle, I've heard sciencebots have cold servos."

"Your Seekers certainly did not think so," he murmurs, and prepares his datapad for the fix. Starscream's cockpit slides open slowly, and Perceptor readies himself for the sight of another allspark fragment but- His intakes hitch hard. There is nothing. Nothing at all. Starscream's spark chamber is completely and entirely empty.

"You, but, how are you online?"

Starscream smirks and a tiny panel retracts on his helmet, revealing a much larger spark shard within. "Unlike my Seekers, I did not have a kind servo putting my shard in a reasonable place."

Perceptor keeps from shuddering only through long practice, "That should not stop the code from working, but I will need you to self service and tell me if it works."

Starscream smirks at him, "Collecting bots for your private recordings, Perceptor?"

"You can do that in your own room. In fact, I would prefer it," he replies, connecting the datapad and installing the code.

He makes a few minor adjustments to the code, "You should be able to turn it on and off yourself, just like any other program. Try it now." Starscream reaches up and rubs the shard in his helmet, then Perceptor watches the code flip on and Starscream is suddenly arching into the touch.

"Ah," he sighs, dragging his servo away from the shard, panel sliding shut. "It seems that your code does work. But I will be testing it quite . . .vigorously tonight." He smiles broadly, "Are you sure you do not want a recording, sciencebot?"

Perceptor's expression doesn't change, "I have no need of any recordings, Starscream." He pulls out the datapad's connector, "I'd ask you to take Skywarp out before he onlines, but he has yet to have his energon. Go test your code, and tell me if I need to fix anything."

The seeker smirks, and pinches a dial on his head, making Perceptor want to wince but unwilling to give the mech the satisfaction of changing his expression, "Do be more respectful, little bot. You must remember you do not run the show, but I do."

He waits until Starscream has left before rubbing the dial, finding claw dents all the way around it. He wasn't looking forward to smoothing them out. Perceptor taps his fingers against his arm, studying the Seeker on the berth. He goes to the dispenser and gets energon for the Seeker, putting the cube next to Skywarp. It's a matter of waiting for him to online now. Perceptor waits, working on various things in his datapad.

Skywarp onlines slowly, blinking his optics. He fixes his gaze on Perceptor. "I want to date you."

He doesn't move his optics from the datapad, "That's nice. And what exactly would we be doing? I'm stuck here, and you are most certainly not allowed to take me someplace for any dates you can think of."

The seeker pouts at him, "We could watch a movie together?"

"No."

Skywarp brightens visibly, "I will ask Slipstream for advice." He drinks the energon with enthusiasm, putting the empty cube back in the dispenser. "We will go on our first date soon," he promises, pressing a kiss to the top of Perceptor's helmet before he leaves.

Perceptor stares at the closed door. Had the Seeker just . . . gone insane?

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