Chapter 3

Disclaimer: Read the disclaimer at the other chapters for the full effect, but the basics is, I only own Xandred, none of the actual decepticons or autobots used in this story, they all belong to Hasbro.

Story Theme: Darren Hayes: Creepin up on you

Authors Notes: I am so very sorry for the lack of updates in this story! I lost my account information and the chapter was deleted from my files! Please forgive me! And to answer a question givin to me by 'Noface', I thought of the name Xandred by remembering Power Rangers Samurai and Master Xandred!

" Honestly Xandred, I don't see the problem with this"

Optics shot over to the medic who was repairing an injured vehicon and the mechling sighed and shook his helm before handing the medic a wrench.

" Of course you don't, you're not the one who's getting notes from some unknown stalker" the youngling muttered over to the medic and crossed his servo's over his chassis as he watched his mentor work on the poor drone known as Steve.

The insecticons and Vehicons were not getting along that well.. not at all. If the insections were to accidentally bump into a single vehicon, fowl words were bound to be spilled and armor was to be dented and peeled. Or even if a drone was minding his own business, a insecticon would come barging over and knock him flat on his aft- just for standing there and giving him a 'funny' look. Honestly, half these mechs were mentally unstable or just flat out whining sparklings!

" So you don't like the notes and gifts this mech is leaving you?" the medic mused as he cast a curious glance over to the assistant and gave a crooked grin before a glint of an unknown emotion flashed in his optics. Why was he always so curious about these notes and the stalker? Primus the mech was a very curious mech.

" Its not that I don't like it.." he trailed off and furrowed his optic ridges and glanced over with a frown, " I just don't know how to react to it" he found the right words and leaned back as the medic worked.

Sparks were flying here and there as the medic worked on repairing a few sensor nodes and wires, and soon moved onto buffing the drones paint job and repairing it. The whole process usually took around half a human hour to complete it up to the medics standards. Though none of the drones would complain since they always left the med bay with a shining chassis and a gleam in the metal. Knockout would never trust him with a buffer for some reason.. but he thought it was because he messed up on his finnish once.

A few moments went by until Steve was all done and he stood to his pedes with a small huff. Nodding his helm as he looked over the finished work, he nodded over to the two medics before making his way out of the med bay and back into the halls. Most likely to show off his new paint job, or to logg more data before Lord Megatron called for the daily updates. Which reminded him of the assignments he hadn't logged into the system yet.

Stretching his servos, small electrical sparks came from his wires as he moved across the room and towards the small cluster of used data pads on the computer system and he stopped before the machine. Blinking from behind his visor, he yawned and reached down, snatching one of the pads from its place and turned it on. Running a digit over the screen, he scrolled down and logged onto the computer and plugged the data pad into the port.

Small streams of data gathered on the screen and Xandred let out a low sigh as he leaned on one of his pedes and placed his hand on the berth besides the computer. He was tired; exhausted really. Ever since the last few notes, he's been recharging less, waking up in the middle of the night from his, what the humans call it, wet dreams. Yes, he's been having sexual dreams of his stalker- it wasn't his fault, he was a growing mech he still hasn't gone through his heat cycle.

" Xandred," a familiar smooth and deep voice said from behind him, " Have you finished you logging's?" primes, he could feel the mechs stare on his back and he turned his helm over his shoulder and shook his helm.

" I'm working on the last of them right now" he informed the medic and nodded as he turned his helm back to the computer and typed in the remaining bits of data that was required for the official transfer. Finishing up the logs, he sighed and turned off the computer and turned around, only to be met with the red chassis of the medic.

He could feel the heat radiating from the mechs chassis, his spark pulsating inside its chamber and filling the mech with energy. Swallowing, he moved his gaze up from the mechs chassis and to his face plates and if he could blush, his cheeks would be burning at the sight of the medic grinning down to him.

" I apologize," the medic mused as he gave his usual smug grin and placed a servo on his hip and bared his denta, " Did I scare you?" he asked with a small smirk playing on his lips. Optics glinting in the light overhead, he could see the youngling was stuck between him and the computer. Oh how easy it would be to move against the mech and push between his legs, locking them around his waist and grinding against his metal panel, creating delicious friction and taking the mechs mouth into his.

" N-no, I just wasn't expecting you to be there" the trainee retorted and looked around him, " Now, if you wouldn't mind" he motioned for him to move aside. Frowning, the medic nodded and moved to the side, watching the way the younglings hips swayed as he moved away from the computer and he bite his lip lightly. Shaking his helm, he took in a breath before he slowly relaxed and grinned to the mech.

" Of course you weren't" he mused with a chuckle and waved him off with a servo and turned to the computer and looked over the pieces of data as he turned the system back on. " I need you to take our reports on the Pyro energon to Soundwave so he can transfer them to the memory banks for further investigation" he said and tossed one of the data pads over his shoulder.

Xandred grunted as he caught the pad against his chassis and he raised an optic ridge, " You finished the recordings? I thought it would take at least one human week?" he said but was cut off by the mech holding up a talon.

" Don't ask how I did it, just do it and be happy you don't have to slave over the computer all solar cycle" he grumbled and motioned him off with his servo, " Now go before the silent mech comes and drags you and the data pad out"

Not wanting to risk that actually happening, Xandred gulped and nodded before he turned and moved through the med bay doors and out into the hallway. Glancing down to the pad in his hand, he frowned and looked around. He didn't know how the mech had managed to get done with the research in only two days.. unless he stayed up late at night. Optic ridges narrowing, he bite his lip, tempted to look over the data, but pushed it aside.

A small clanking and chattering sounds rang through the halls-insecticons. He did not want to be around those things again. They were beasts and only looked for a smooth and grabby frame to get their claws on and devour. Pure animal instincts. Grimacing, he shook his helm as he moved into the main deck and looked around. Several drones were at work on the controls at the bottom of the walk way and a few at the main deck area working on moving the ship.

Blue lights lined the edges of the floor and hung high above, embedded in the ceiling. They cast a slightly eerie glow on the controls, and cast soft shadows as the cybertronians moved along the room. Optics scanning around the room, Xandred searched for the silent mech and he finally found him at the main computer. Tendrils plugged into the ports of the systems and logging in data.

" Found him" he mumbled to himself before moving down the walkway and stopped behind the TIC. Looking up to the mech, he swallowed and brought his servo to tap on his shoulder- when out of nowhere, another one of the mechs tendrils shot out from his back and wrapped around his wrist and pulled him forward.

Stumbling forward, the youngling winced as he stopped and saw the silent mech turn his helm over to look down to him. Pieces of data appearing on his screen, the mech tilted his helm to the side before another tendril reached out and grabbed the datapad from the younglings hand and snapped back to the front of the third in command. Scanning over the datapad, he glanced back over to the smaller mech and looked down to him.

Optics widening from behind his visor, Xandred bite his lip and shook his helm in slight shock. " I didn't mean anything Soundwave.. can you let me go?" he whispered and pulled his arm gently from the silent decepticon and winced as the tendril tightened.

Minutes passed until the spy finally released the poor mechling and turned back to his work. Spark beating, the trainee rubbed his wrist before he turned and moved quickly out of the main deck and back down the slightly familiar halls of the Nemesis. Processor racing with thoughts on why the mech did what he did, he barely realized how fast he had been walking until he found himself in the med bay.

Shaking his helm, Xandred sighed in slight relief when he saw that the only mech that was in the med bay, was himself. Smiling lightly, he shook his helm and moved into the room and looked around. Knockout must have went off to go for a race or something. Optics moving around the room, he grimaced at the sight of the messy med bay and he frowned. Might as well clean up.

It had taken the mech a few hours, but he now stood in a clean med bay. His servos covered in small blobs of energon here and there. Smiling to himself, he nodded in accomplishment as he placed a servo on his hip and flung the small rag over his shoulder.

" Nice job" a voice said from the doorway, and the youngling turned around to see the medic himself, " Though, you missed a few spots" he motioned to the mechs servos and grinned over. Glancing down, the medic in training frowned and rolled his optics.

" Oh haha" he muttered and looked to the time and frowned, " Well my shift is over.. and its late so I'll be off" he said and tossed the rag onto the nearby berth and moved past the medic. " See you in the morning" he grinned over to the larger mech and moved through the doors.

Moving through the halls, he sighed and wiped his hands off on his frame and he grimaced, ' I'll have to take a shower in the morning, but for now I feel like I'm going to offline if I don't get some rest' he thought to himself as he entered his berthing room and looked around. There wasn't a note for once.. shocking really.

Stretching, he grunted and moved over to the berth and laid down, his back pressing into the soft material the humans call sheets. Staring up at the ceiling, he yawned and flickered off his optics. World going dark, his systems offlined and he was left to his dreams that he hoped he would have- and not involve the stalker… but he didn't know how wrong he was.

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