Time for twins :V

Hooray.

Transformers belongs to Hasbro.

Three solar cycles later, Perceptor is staring at Skywarp in shock. "You want to do what for our date?"

Skywarp shifts nervously from ped to ped, "I want to take you to a movie. Down on the planet. You're bored, cooped up in the ship, aren't you?"

Perceptor looks at him, unsure what to say. He is horribly cabin feverish; Starscream had yelled at him for trying to go walking on his own, and he only goes for walks to think; he didn't want to call up Slipstream to walk with him, not did he want to ask Skywarp since he'd declare it another date. He nods slowly, "I am. How are we going watch a movie, Skywarp? The organics are very tiny, and wouldn't they show it in a building meant for them?"

Skywarp brightens, "They also show them outside!"

"Is that where you'll be taking me, then?" Perceptor wonders if he'll get a chance to transform and stretch out his tires a bit. It feels like it's been forever since he's done so.

"Yes," Skywarp looks like he wants to pick him up, but he moves away before it can happen. "I'll carry you there. You probably don't want to cling to me while I'm a jet."

He has to agree. Worrying about falling thousands of feet to the ground was not a particularly good way to start a date.

Skywarp pulls out a polishing cloth, and Perceptor pushes it away. "You're just going to get me dirty while holding me, and the planet is covered in dirt. It is better not to."

Skywarp gives him a sad look, and Primus, the bot's optics get so wide and hurt, it makes him feel like he kicked a turbo-fox, "A quick polish? Even if you won't let me make you as beautiful on the outside as you are on the inside?"

He forces himself not to blush, "if that's what you really want. You are still not to touch my plates."

The Seeker smiles, "I won't." He polishes him carefully, avoiding his sparkplates entirely. Perceptor resists the urge to fidget. It feels far better than it should, to have those servos rubbing him. And this was far more than a quick, innocent polish.

"I think that's enough, Skywarp." He takes the cloth away from the Seeker before he can protest.

"You need to po-" He deftly polishes his plates, interrupting the mech mid-word.

Dropping the cloth in Skywarp's servos, he walks out the door. "Where's the exit on this thing, anyway?"

Skywarp looks at him innocently, "I'm to put this on you," the seeker holds up some sort of blindfold, "It will scramble your spacial awareness and mapping software. Slipstream says it is perfectly harmless, and we can take it off when I get to the launching pad. Starscream this is the only way he's letting you leave with me."

He gives the blindfold a dubious look. "If it makes me purge on you, you're not allowed to complain about it."

Skywarp blanches. "P-purge on me?" Perceptor sighs and takes the blindfold, attaching it himself. He doesn't stumble, but it's a close thing. He takes a step forward and it doesn't feel like a step forward. How disorienting.

"You should probably pick me up, Skywarp. Or I'm going to fall over."

He can feel Skywarp's arms around him, but can't tell if they are actually moving or just jumping up and down. After a klik he turns slightly, curling into Skywarp's chest. The seeker kisses him gently on his head, "I'm sorry, Percy. We should be there soon. Normally I fly, but Slipstream said you'd do even worse if I did."

He tries to imagine worse, and has to stop. The very idea makes him want to purge even more than he already does. He wraps his arms around Skywarp's neck, holding him even tighter.

"We don't want worse," he mumbles unhappily. His internal gyros are extremely unhappy with him as it is. "If I were a vindictive bot," he pauses, trying to battle down the need to purge everywhere, "I would create a code to make all of you feel exactly like this. While you're flying."

Skywarp rubs his armor gently. "I'm sorry."

He just moans, and buries his face in Skywarp's neck.

It is an entire klik before Skywarp whispers softly into his audio, "We're here, Percy," while removing the blindfold.

Instantly everything snaps back into place, and he just manages not to purge from the aftershock.

Shuddering unhappily, he doesn't bother letting go, "I want to kill you for this. No. I want to kill you, Slipstream, and Starscream for this. I demand you get those two and hold them down so I can remove their shards. That task will release you from my want to murder you."

Skywarp actually giggles, and kisses his temple, "You are even prettier when you want to kill bots, Percy."

Perceptor stares up at him. "Do I have to wear that when we get back as well?"

Skywarp nods, "They insist, Percy. Starscream doesn't want you running away."

He looks around the launching bay, and out at the planet he can see. "Running away? How do I do that, Skywarp? I'm not a flier." If he's going to be wearing that cursed blindfold again, he's not going to drink any energon on this date. He'd rather go hungry than actually purge on Skywarp.

The seeker shrugs at him, "I'm not really sure, Percy. At least I can take you to a movie now? You won't have to wear it until we get back."

He shudders, "Could I at least modify it so I don't feel like purging the entire time?"

Skywarp shakes his head, taking off out of the launchpad, "Slipstream said no. She doesn't want you messing with it at all."

Flight is a breeze compared to that blindfold. He relaxes in Skywarp's arms and tries to see if there is any viable alternate way off the base. There does not appear to be one. Perhaps they'll be noticed on the planet, and he'll be able to contact an Autobot of some sort.

Perceptor vents a sigh. "The next time you want to take me down, warn me in advance." So I can fast for a solar cycle or so.

Skywarp nuzzles his head, "I will."

He finally stops holding on to the seeker's neck, "what kind of movie will we be watching?" He hopes it will be something interesting, and not something involving organics interfacing or anything like that.

Skywarp swerves a bit in the air, "I don't know? Something not scary, I hope." Perceptor watches worriedly as they approach a cluster of organics sitting inside . . . cars. He's read the reports. Humans in cars. Who all scream and flood out of the cars, or drive the cars out of the lot as they approach. It is dark on this part of the planet, and Skywarp settles down in the lot, in a space that several cars have vacated. "Look, it's already starting," the bot whispers, and Perceptor notices the screen a ways away from them, which is displaying video. It looks like advertisements.

Skywarp flips open a panel on his arm, and pulls out a cable; plugging it into a small post near the ground, he does the same with Perceptor. The sciencebot is just about to snap at the larger mech when the sound to the movie suddenly starts in his audio. Blinking in surprise, he looks up at Skywarp, "Done this a lot, have you?"

Skywarp nuzzles into him again, "Only a few times. Movies are scary to watch alone."

"Are they really?" Perceptor hopes Skywarp will keep his servos to himself. He doesn't want to get all revved up on his lap. The movie seems to be starting, if the title and swelling music are cues. "Godzilla." That was a very strange designation. If it was a name.

One of Skywarp's servos rests on his hip, rubbing a few of his transformation seams.

He shifts in the mech's lap, moving the claws away from such sensitive areas, and leans against his chest.

The movie opens with a bunch of organics chattering wildly. It takes everything he has not to tune them out from lack of interest. In order to make himself pay attention, he starts to imagine them all as bots, giving each of them various altmodes in his head.

The monster arrives at some point, wreaking havoc on the tiny homes of the organics. Perceptor blinks. This was remarkably primitive and horribly fake looking. He glanced up at Skywarp, who was smiling and actually cheering the monster on. Seekers were violent things. And Skywarp's servo keeps rubbing his seams, in the most distracting manner possible.

Perceptor moves again, somehow managing to lay down on the seeker's lap; Skywarp stops playing with his seams to just pet him. Returning to the movie, he frowns at the fakeness of the monster, but is sufficiently distracted by the feeling of claws rubbing gentle circles on his side. Settling back into the movie, he watches as the main character scooter femme flails around stupidly.

He sits up abruptly when he hears the sounds of engines approaching. Far too familiar of engines. His gaze jerks up to the sky, and his spark clenches with emotion when he makes out the shapes of his jet twins coming towards them. Frantic, he unplugs the cable from the speaker and wonders if he has enough time to disable Skywarp's weapons before his twins reach them.

No such luck. The twins transform in front of them, Skywarp squeaking in shock.

Jetfire points a finger at him, "We are here to be stopping you, Decepti-creep!"

Jestorm mirrors his brother's pose, "You will be giving up and –Papa Percy?" His optics go wide.

He reaches over to them, only to get pulled against Skywarp's chest, "I'm not supposed to let any Autobots take you back!"

His twins take a cautious step forward, and he reaches for them again. "They're my twi-," he's cut off by the feeling of intense virtigo, worse than the blindfold, not even the feeling of Skywarp holding him or letting him cling to distract him. When it stops, he's on the ground, and he can't even remember how he got there. Purging while on his servos and knees, he feels utterly terrible. He's fairly certain he wouldn't be doing this if he hadn't have had the blindfold on earlier or for so long.

Skywarp kneels beside him and rubs his back, "Are you alright, Percy? Some bots don't teleport very well. Ramjet purged all over when I took him the first time too."

Perceptor wipes his mouth, and looks around. They've . . . warped presumably back onto the Nemesis. And into a storage closet. The color scheme screams Nemesis, at least. He wants to hit Skywarp very, very badly right at that moment. But he resists the urge. His twins are safe. But they know he's here now, and they won't stay safe for long.

Ignoring the bot, he shoves his way out the door, trying desperately to com his twins. When they don't answer, he drops to the floor in the hall. Hugging his leg to his chest and rubbing his face on his knees, he makes a small broken sound.

Skywarp picks up his glasses from where they fell, and sits cautiously next to him on the floor, "Percy?" The mech pats him gently on the shoulder, "I... I'm sorry. I... I should have let you talk to them. But they scared me!" His voice drops, like he's telling a secret, "I can't help but teleport when I'm scared,"

He can't articulate his worries and concerns now. Jetfire and Jetstorm are likely heading back to the Autobot base to report his presence, unless- He stiffens, they couldn't be coming directly to the Nemesis, could they? They were trained as soldiers, they would return to their commanding officer first. Wouldn't they?

"I'll see them eventually, when I finish my work here," Perceptor says, and smiles crookedly when Skywarp stiffens beside him. "Of course, you've no intention of letting me go. I think I figured that out when Starscream told me I'd look good in red optics."

Skywarp gently places his glasses on his face, "Y-you would. I think you'd be very pretty with them, but I know you don't want them." The seeker stands up, "I'm sorry our dates end so horribly, Percy."

He's pulled up gently, and set on his feet, "It... it isn't your fault, Skywarp. You have not been the reason they ended badly. I was enjoying the movie," he realizes how terrible of a lie that is, and can't let it stand, "Well, enjoying being out of the ship, anyway."

"I'm still sorry, Percy." The Seeker pets his shoulder kibble. "Next time, we'll pick a theater further away from them."

Next time, Skywarp was going to expect interfacing after the date. Primus, why couldn't he have claimed to only 'face ground alts or something more useful than dates. "If you want to make me happy, you'll promise not to shoot at my twins."

Skywarp's expression brightens, "I do!" The seeker scoops him into his arms, "I wouldn't have tried anyway. I..." the mech's voice goes low, "I don't like to shoot unless the other seekers are with me. It is scary to fight unless I'm with them."

Perceptor runs a servo along Skywarp's face, "But you won't shoot at them even if you were with them?"

"You wouldn't like that, and I like you too much to make you upset with me."

He tugs Skywarp's head down and kisses him, letting his glossa sweep over his lips once before breaking the kiss. Skywarp makes that squealing noise again, hugging him tightly. He starts to carry Perceptor back to his room, "Since this is our second date, do I get two kisses this time?"

The sciencebot's engine revs faintly, "I suppose so."

Skywarp's optic's dim, and Perceptor is certain if he looked behind him, the mech's wings would be spreading flirtingly. "When will we be having our next date?"

Perceptor rests his head on the larger bot's chest, "Another few solar cycles, Skywarp."

"Three again?"

"Maybe. Possibly more, depending on how much work Starscream drops on me."

Skywarp places him on his berth, optics slipping down to gaze at his mouth. "Can I have that kiss now?"

He reaches up again, and Skywarp initiates the kiss this time. Perceptor moans softly, and Skywarp takes the opportunity to slip his glossa in his mouth. The smaller bot's engine revs again, louder this time, and his spark pulses hard in his chest. Pressing his servos to Skywarp's chest, he pushes him away carefully. "Go. Come back when it's time for your next meal."

Skywarp walks out backwards, licking his lips as he stares at Perceptor's sparkplates. When the door closes, the sciencebot drops heavily back on the berth, wishing desperately he didn't have to deal with Starscream's cameras in his room. His spark is hot and demanding, but he can't open it to soothe it. He flicks his optics around the room before settling on the washracks. There are cameras in there, but he can lay under the solvents to cool down before recharging.

Nodding, he stands up and heads to the washracks.

He onlines to the sound of the door opening. Sitting up, he rubs his optics, not even looking; it is clearly Slipstream since she's the only one of the seekers that can open his door that doesn't slam it. He stretches, "Yes, Slipstream? What do you want me to code for y-"

"Papa Percy!"

He's tackled by two eager bots, and nearly knocked to the floor. "What?" He blinks, utterly shocked, "Jetfire, Jetstorm, what are you doing here?"

"Slipstream brought us to see you, Papa Percy," Jetfire announces, clinging to him. "We were being so worried about you!"

Jetstorm clings to his other side, "Are you alright, Papa? Slipstream said you were fine, but we wanted to be seeing it for ourselves."

Petting the both of their heads, he smiles at them, "I am fine. A little overworked, but nothing too terrible."

"Did you miss us, Papa Percy?" it is said in stereo, and he can't help but smile even wider.

"How could I not? You're both so important to me."

He looks up at Slipstream, and then back down at his twins. He was well aware of what was likely going to happen to them that night. "Why did you two come up here? It's dangerous."

Jetfire glances back at Slipstream and flushes, one of his servos reaching over to link with Jetstorm's. "We had to be making sure you were okay, Papa."

His brother leans in and whispers far too loudly, "We will rescue you!" Jetstorm looks back at Slipstream too, also blushing, "Later."

Perceptor looks at the ceiling for a half a klik before looking back down at them, "Of course."

His twins had been glancing around his room during his pause, and clearly noticed his most awkward... decoration, "Papa Percy? Why... Why do you have Mr. Sentinel's head on the wall?"

He wants to rubs his temples, but wants to keep holding his twins far more, his arms stay where they are, "Because the seekers refuse to remove him, and insist that I deserve to keep him."

They both stare at the head a while longer. "Mr. Sentinel was not a niceness bot," Jetstorm offers hesitantly, "Mr. Jazz did not like him at all." Jetfire nods, and adds, "He did not like us being with Mr. Sentinel alone."

Perceptor pulls his twins closer, tugging so their gazes are averted from the severed head on his wall. "Have you been doing well?"

They smile up at him, "We have!"

He leans down and rubs his forehead with both of their's, "And what have you been doing since we last talked?"

His twins brighten considerably, and launch into a rapid-fire explanation of what all they've been doing. They go as far as getting off the berth and acting out some bits, dragging in Slipstream to play the decepticons they defeated. When finally they curl up next to him again, and rest their heads on his shoulders, "We missed you, Papa Percy."

"And I missed you," he whispers, holding them tight against him. "But you should not have come up here like this. Do the others even know you're here?"

The twins share a look, "We are not knowing?" Jetstorm smiles shyly at Slipstream, and Perceptor notes that his twins are running hotter than normal. He deliberately pushes that observation aside.

He sighs softly, opening his mouth to say something when a knocking at the door interrupts him. Glancing at the lock's display, he turns to Slipstream. She rolls her optics, and gets up from the desk, "Yes, yes, I'll let Skywarp in. No need for him to starve."

Jetfire looks up at him, "Is Skywarp being the one who's lap you were on?"

Running a servo over their helmets, he nods, "I'm working on coding for the seekers."

Skywarp is let in, but he doesn't pay much attention to the seeker, instead looking at his twins. Jetstorm whispers, "Do you like him?"

He shrugs almost imperceptibly, and gives them a practically invisible wistful smile, "He is the seeker I know the best. I have been doing the most work on him."

"He seems nice," Jetfire studies the Seeker, who stares back at him, wringing his servos nervously. "He is not hurting you, Papa?"

Hurting was most certainly not the word for it— unless he considered an aching, needy spark a hurt. "No, he is not." If telling them that Slipstream had hurt him far more than Skywarp would have stopped his twins, he would have told them. Instead, he keeps quiet.

Slipstream walks over, "It is time for you to leave Perceptor to do his work, Jetfire, Jetstorm. Skywarp is here, and he needs to test the coding."

His twins cling to him, "We are wanting to see Papa Percy code!"

Ignoring how Skywarp blushes, he nods, "You can wait a little while longer, can't you, Slipstream? It has been very long since we saw each other and talked where there wasn't a vidscreen between us," he forces himself to give her a pleading look, knowing that his tone does nothing to help him.

Slipstream takes in the way the twins are still desperately clutching at him, and nods slowly. "I suppose so. It won't harm anything to let them watch a bit."

Perceptor gestures at Skywarp to get ready, but stops and studies his twins. It has been a very long time since he's last checked their coding. And he could undoubtedly make improvements with all he's learned now. "I think it is time for your check-up as well, Jetfire, Jetstorm."

The twins whine, "Papa Percy," they drag his name out. Jetfire looks at him with wide optics, "We do not like being scanned."

Slipstream's optic's brighten in great interest. "I think this is a wonderful idea. You always need to have a scan to make certain you're running correctly."

They bury their faces against his sides, "It is embarrassing to be scanned. We are not wanting to do it in front of so many bots."

Perceptor allows himself a small smile, "Imagine it is Red Alert and Wheeljack, then." He pulls out a clean datapad, and taps Jestorm on the head, "Open up."

The blue twin pops a panel open on his helmet, giving Perceptor access to his ports. He ignores the disappointed noise that Slipstream makes and attaches his datapad, setting it to run a scan on his codes. "Have either of you been doing anything that might have interfered with your function or given you a virus?"

Both twins flush a bit, "No, Papa Percy."

"Honestly?"

Jetfire bites his lip, "We have had some high-grade, and were being over-energized a few times, but nothing else."

He flips through the code, removing anything suspicious. He murmurs softly, "Nothing too bad, then." Jetstorm makes a face when he does a more in depth scan, searching for problems that he knows the seekers suffer from, frowning when he finds some really bad ones, "We're going to have to scan Jetfire first, but then you're going to have to let me do some recoding. There are problems I hadn't known were problems when I first coded you two."

He detaches the pad and taps on Jetfire's helmet. "You open up too." The fiery twin gives him a half-baleful look, but does as he is asked. "Hm," Perceptor examines the data, "precisely the same coding errors that your brother has. I should have expected that."

The twins exchange a look. "Will we be having to," Jetfire flushes, "open our sparkplates?"

Perceptor gives them a look, just barely moving his optic ride up, and they blush even brighter. He does the general corrections before taking off the pad. "Open up."

They hide their faces, "We are not wanting to, Papa Percy!"

Slipstream reaches over, and pulls Jetfire into her lap. "Open up, Jetstorm, it is amazing how much Perceptor has improved our flying. Imagine how much your's will be." She runs a claw along Jetfire's helmet, making the mech blush and purr.

Skywarp shifts from ped to ped, "I could come back later, Percy?"

Perceptor frowns at him, "No. I'll be working on you soon, after I finish with these two." He gestures at the mech to sit on the floor, and then waits patiently until Jetstorm's sparkplates slide open. Ignoring the spark, which is much brighter than it should be, Perceptor links the pad to his access ports again.

Running a deeper scan, he frowns, "... How did we even get you both to run?" He ignores his twins horrified looks, and works quickly on recoding them. Pulling out three other pads, he connects them all up, and starts transferring bits of codes over to Jetstorm, rewriting parts of it entirely.

Jetstorm blinks at him, "I... I am feeling even better than how I was before, Papa Percy."

"And were you feeling fine before?"

"I was feeling like it was the best day in the world."

"And now?" he prods at a bit of code, pleased when it slides into place.

"Can... can I go flying when you are done with us? I want to go fly."

Slipstream smiles indulgently at them both, "We can fly a bit, if you like." Her claws stroke Jetfire's helmet gently, "I am sure it will be a most impressive flight."

Jetstorm's spark pulses visibly in his sparkchamber, and Perceptor's servos clench on the pads. He transfers an extra set of carefully structured files into the jet before disconnecting from him. "Your turn, Jetfire."

Slipstream switches the twin from her lap to the berth, pulling Jetstorm to where his brother vacated. She returns to running her claws along the twin's helmet. Jetfire looks up at Perceptor, then at Slipstream, "Are you sure you are needing me to open my plates?"

Since he can feel the heat radiating off of the jet's plates, Perceptor understands the reluctance, but, "You need to be running in the exact same functioning power as Jetstorm." He pauses, a sly look only his twins can notice, "Unless you want him to fly circles around you?"

Jetfire makes an indignant noise, "No! I am better at flying than him! He is an afthead!" Perceptor flicks a finger on the yellow bot's helmet, a quiet warning, "... sorry."

He holds up the connector, "Open up."

Grumbling a bit, Jetfire opens his plates, and flushes when his spark is revealed. Just like with Jetstorm, Perceptor does his best not to pay any attention to it, or the way it keeps brightening every time Slipstream looks at him. Attaching the pad, he glances back and notes how blissed out the blue jet looks, cuddled on her lap. It wasn't a good match, his twins and a Decepticon, but they at least appeared happy with it. For now.

He carefully inserted new code, and removed the bad, rewriting the same bits that Jetstorm had needed rewritten. Noting a few novel errors, all weapon-based, Perceptor adjusts that code as well. Perhaps Jetfire would no longer end up accidentally lighting himself on fire.

When he finishes, he detatches the pad, giving them a small smile, "There, all fixed. I upgraded the both of your firewalls, be sure to keep them up, and there is a program I put in to keep you from having sparklings."

Both of his twins stare at him in mute horror, having clearly thought they were being subtle about their plans to be interfaced thoroughly by Slipstream. The femme smiles at him, "Wonderful! We'll be heading off to test the flight coding. If there are any problems, we'll be sure to come back." She turns to Skywarp, who is still sitting on the floor, "And you need to get on the berth, Perceptor has work to do."

Perceptor gives his twins a final hug, and a kiss to the top of their heads. "Be safe." He locks optics with Slipstream, promising with every bit of his being that he will take revenge if she hurts them. Slipstream smiles, amused, and pulls the twins to her sides.

"I'll make sure they don't crash into the side of the ship, Perceptor. Don't worry."

Skywarp slips into his berth while this is happening, and takes his servo in his. Squeezing the mech's servo, Perceptor nods, even though he knows she knows that wasn't about physical harm, and turns back to Skywarp.

The seeker has his chamber open, and whispers, "I wanted to give you a good morning kiss, but I didn't think you wanted me to interrupt your time with your twins."

"That was kind of you, Skywarp." Perceptor leans down and kisses the Seeker's cheek, forgetting his twins are still in the room. He jerks up, flushing faintly when they giggle.

"Maybe we should being checking your firewalls, Papa Percy?" Jetfire smirks at him.

Perceptor waves a servo at them, "That will not be necessary. Shoo. Both of you, go test your flight codes."

Slipstream ushers them out as they giggle wildly, closing the door firmly behind her. Skywarp looks up at him, putting a servo against his cheek, "Percy?"

Letting himself lean into the touch, he keeps from sighing, "Yes, Skywarp?"

"Two days?"

"After this for our next date?" Skywarp nods. "I'm not sure. It is very likely that I'm going to get more work soon if Starscream freaks out about my twins." He looks down at the seeker, who's shard glows softly at the attention, "But, if nothing goes wrong, yes. Two more days."

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