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She smiles, nuzzling him, "Optimus says he loves the whipped energon there." She gives him a cautious look, "Are... are you sure I can drink it? I really can't have most energon. It just... tastes wrong."
He realizes that's most likely her frame rejecting the fuel, since she can't process it. Petting her softly, he nods. "Yes, I'll make sure that you get something you can fuel on. I'll get a cube of whipped energon, and order you one of the high grades that I know you liked." He smiles, "And a few crushed crystals, so they're sized right for your mouth." He pauses, "Would... would you like to be in a private room again, or is it okay to be in the public space?"
"We can fuel in the public area. I don't mind it. Unless you're ashamed of being seen with me," she teases him, prodding his side.
"I'm not." His family would refuse him a private room anyways. They're not going to like the blue mark on her chest. If they call her a prostibot, he's going to throw his energon in their faces. Luckily, they're usually polite enough to pretend they don't know him, and to keep silent about any bots he takes with him for fuel.
He pulls her out of the solvent, and sets her on the floor. She moves over a bit, and pinches his headfins, making his spark flash hot with pleasure. She kisses one of them, and murmurs, "I am also for just... spending time with you at your place. I'm not really allowed to bring anyone into mine unless I'm planning on 'facing them. While with yours, we can just... stay together with no 'facing."
He rather likes that idea, but he would like to test his family's reaction to her. If they are terrible to her this early, it will mean he just never comes back. "Maybe another time, Sari. I wouldn't say no to making you energon at my house, but we can go out first." Besides, staying at another's place is very... intimate. Especially since he imagines she is going to demand to be allowed to recharge on him if it gets too late.
If he onlines with her tiny spark just two thin layers of metal away from him, he's not sure that he won't try to take advantage. He's not a perfect mech. He's a gentlemech, but he has urges. Desires. His spark is not made of ice like some mechs'.
He wonders for a moment if she's ever interfaced with anyone. She lives in a ninjabot neighborhood. It's likely that she has.
It's too bad. He wouldn't have minded being her first.
She teases at his headfins, "If that's what you want."
He wants to push her down and ride her spark, since she seems so intent on getting him so hot and bothered, but he can't do that. He gently pushes her away, and stands up. "Let's get dried off, and then we can go out." He smiles at her, flipping the switch to empty the pool as he gets out, "Would you like me to hold you as we use the vents?"
She nods, reaching up, "Yes." She gives him a slightly shy look, "Will you... will you polish me after?"
"Of course." It's intimate, but he can keep his servos professional. He helped Ultra Magnus apply polish many times before important meetings, because the mech was not precisely skilled at it. It's very unfortunate that the mech is not likely to ever recover enough to apply his own polish again. Not after the damage he received. He certainly won't ever take up the title of Magnus again. A Magnus had to be capable of defending his people. Like Sentinel was.
Optimus doesn't count. He is a temporary Magnus until bots realized how daft he is.
She is warm in his servos as he stands under the drying vents, and he rubs at her wet patches, encouraging her to move to get the solvents off. When they're done, he pulls out a polishing cloth, working her frame with efficiency. She makes a tiny happy sound as he works on her headfins, then grabs his fingers before he can move to another area, "Keep doing that."
He shakes his head, "It will only end up with you opening. I... I would rather not." He would want to lean down and lick her lovely little spark. He bets it would taste delicious. And he would like to have more time with her before that happens.
Primus, her spark must be so tiny.
He shakes himself and sets her on the floor after giving the rest of her frame a brisk, thorough coat of polish. She frowns up at him, "You're a little bit of a prude, aren't you?"
If she meant that he was properly horrified about the lax, scandalous attitude of most bots around Cybertron, then she was correct. Interfacing was private and special, a sharing of sparks that meant something. It was one of the very few things that Sentinel agreed with Optimus on. "We should get going. I imagine if we dally here much longer, Optimus will find some other unpleasant task for me to perform."
She nods, watching him do a quick polish. "Are you going to transform and take me that way?"
He smiles, transforming down and opening his door, "Of course." At least now he knows why she likes being in his cab, rather than in back like a proper bot. Even if it is rather more intimate that he should allow so early.
He heads out of the door quickly, making sure to hurry out and avoid Optimus or the rest of his teammates. He's not dealing with that. At all.
Sari rubs his steering wheel and hums thoughtfully, "Maybe we should, you know, double-date? Go out with Optimus or someone so they can see that you're not a jerk?"
Sentinel swerves on the road with shock, "You . . and just who would you suggest for a date with Optimus Magnus?"
She shrugs, "I dunno. Maybe Percy or someone like that? He's pretty cool. Or Rodimus. Rodimus is pretty hot, and he's all better from the rust thing since Ratchet figured out a better cure for it. He'd be nice."
Rodimus is a racecar, and Optimus is a virgin. He can't think of a worse matchup. Even if Rodimus was once considered the second for Magnus until he got hit with the rust. There have been past racecar Magnuses, and they were all considered the sluttiest of the lot. He wouldn't trust the bot not to try to push Optimus down and use him the moment they leave them alone.
"Perceptor is possible." He doesn't think it would work, but it would be better than Rodimus. The scientist wouldn't harass Optimus for interfacing on the very first date like all racecars do. Perceptor is a practical truckbot. Solid and trustworthy.
"Cool. Just think about it. I think it might help calm them down if they get to see that you're not like, some Disney villain, forcing me to go out with you." Sari pats him, and the reference flies right over his helm, but he's too prideful to ask what she means. He can gather the gist of it. She wants them to see that he's not evil.
He revs his engine at her, "If you can convince him to agree to it, I won't protest." He knows that Optimus won't go out on a date with a bot unless there is talk of making a bonding contract between them. Optimus is painfully old-fashioned.
She rubs at his dashboard, touching him lovingly, "I'll figure something out. I want you to go on double dates with each of them one at a time. I think you'll do better that way. And it will keep them from ganging up on you."
Which would be very helpful, indeed. He doesn't want to go to them with just Sari at his side. Pretty much any other bot with them will encourage her team to behave. Even more so if it is one at a time. "Possibly Ratchet with Arcee?" He knows that femme used to be part of a top secret mission in the first war, then all sorts of things happened. Now she's with the old medic, and they both seem happy enough. A bot with a femme makes it easier to relate to.
Perhaps he could get one of them to go out with Cliffjumper. Cliff has always been a good mech, and the bot doesn't get out enough now that he's in charge of the Intelligence department. It shames Sentinel that he hasn't invited the bot out for energon lately. He'll have to remedy that soon. Chasing after a mystery femme was not an excuse for ignoring a friendship. He supposes Cliff wouldn't mind dating the other minibot, Bee.
Or he might get offended by it. Perhaps he'll suggest Bulkhead instead. That seems like the best idea, actually.
"Are Bulkhead or Bumblebee dating anyone?"
She shakes her head, "Nu-uh. I don't think so, anyway. Bee is always complaining about it, but Bulkhead is pretty quiet. He may be going out with this mech called Crumplezone? I'm not really sure."
He knows Crumplezone, and he does not approve. "We can set them up with another bot, if you want. I was thinking Rodimus could be with Bumblebee on the double date we do, Cliffjumper with Bulkhead, and Perceptor with Optimus. While Ratchet is with his femme, Arcee. How does that sound? We'd have to arrange it, but I imagine that would work out."
"Sure. Sounds fine to me." Sari leans against him and kisses his steering wheel, playfully flicking her glossa against it, making him rev helplessly with want.
"Don't lick that," he warns her, and tugs it out of her reach again, wishing he had a better way to control her inside of him. A system pings him and he straps her in with . . . strange belts. She giggles.
"Finally making me wear seatbelts? How sweet. Or kinky."
He flushes, "I just... it isn't safe for you to do that. It makes me lose concentration, and I don't-"
She rubs his seat, "Oh, I know." She gives him a wide grin, gear dente flashing, "I like having you go all hot and lose control like this. You've noticed I don't do it when other bots are on the road."
Which is true. He had noticed, but he hadn't realized she knew. It is nice that she's thinking of their safety. He squeezes her gently, "It is still better not to. I want to get there in one piece, just like I know you do as well."
She giggles softly, hiding her face with her servos, "Okay." She leans against his door, optics dim, "Will we be okay going to the energon shop so late? It's already dark."
"Flash and Substance stays open for the full sol. They get a lot of late-night customers from the Academy. Bots pulling all-nighters to study, or bots who work late shifts and want a nice place to fuel. The staff takes turns working to keep it open at all times." Sentinel used to do shifts there himself, back when his creators were still online and his family did not pretend he did not exist.
"Cool. So it's like . . Denny's or something."
Again, he fails to get the reference, but he revs anyways, "We won't have trouble getting any seats there."
She toys with his door, playing with a little button there that locks and unlocks him. He should not think it is so hot for her to control him like this. "N-no. We won't." They will serve him like a regular customer as well, thankfully. They will just give him dirty looks and hate him silently.
She rubs him lovingly, "Good." She gives him a devious smile, "Will I be allowed to sit on your lap as you feed me?"
He laughs softly, "Maybe." They'll think he's trying to flaunt her at them or something, but he will not deny her something she wants. Not when it is so very harmless.
"Awesome." She pinches his door handle and tugs on it lightly. "You should let me drive you some time."
That was beyond filthy and he refused to allow it. Ever. "No." He tightens the belts on her, drawing her against his seats so she cannot reach his pedals. He relents a little, "Perhaps after a few decavorns, we might renegotiate that."
She puts a ped on his dashboard, "I'd like to drive you now."
He stops in front of the Flash and Substance, "But we're already here." He opens his door, letting her out of the seatbelt. "Let's go in."
She pouts at him, but slips out to the ground, "Do I get to when we go back?"
He transforms, frowning at her, "No. In a few decavorns. I'm not... I'm just not that kind of mech."
She leans against his leg, "Well... I suppose I can wait." She looks up at him, "Going to carry me in?"
"If you like." He lifts her up and lets her rest against his chest. Most small bots hate being carried this way. Primus knows he'd made the mistake of carrying Cliff this way exactly once, before a swift introduction of the mech's servo to his faceplates had taught him the error of his ways.
She snuggles against his plates, "You're awesome." He feels very awesome, carrying her like this. Even if many bots will assume she's a well-paid escort for allowing it.
He kisses her head, then walks in. He walks over to the podium, and his cousin glares at him. The mech points gruffly at one of the empty tables, clearly wishing he wasn't there at all, and says, "That one is free."
He heads over, and Sari frowns at the bot over his shoulder, "What is that about? He was really ... rude to you. He's showing those bots where to sit."
And his cousin is, and he is not the least bit surprised. He's dealt with this for a long time, and it is just normal for him. Sitting down, he pets her back, "It doesn't matter."
"It does matter. You can't just be an ass . . an aft to your customers if you want them to keep buying from you." She crosses her arms over her chest. "You should call his manager and complain."
Sentinel pats her back gently, "I am not well-liked in some places, Sari. They still serve me here, even though they dislike me. That is more than enough. I can handle a few rude afts."
She leans against him, frowning, "I don't like it. You're not supposed to do this. Being professional is important. No matter what."
He shrugs, "It is fine, Sari. I will live. It does not hurt me to have this happen." Now, if they are rude to her, he will just leave. He won't let her be hurt because his family hates him enough to let it bleed over to the femme he is dating.
She offlines her optics, looking pained, "If you say so. I... I don't like them doing this."
"I'm sure you've dealt with rude bots before. Rude organics. It will pass." He shifts her so she's cradled against him when one of his cousins finally comes over, glaring at him.
"What do you want?" the bot asks brusquely, servo hovering over a datapad. Sentinel knows he'll be overcharged, but the amount is relatively minor.
"Two cubes. One of whipped high grade with a bit of this mixed in," he offers a vial of energon additive for Sari's allergy. "Another plain high grade with the other half of that mixed in." He looks down at her, smiling, "And a small tray of crushed crystals." He looks over at his cousin, "Scooterbot sized tray."
The mech writes it all in quickly, "Yeah, we'll get it out to you."
He watches as his cousin walks off, then returns his focus to Sari. "I would have gotten you rust sticks, but I thought crystals would be better."
She laughs softly, grinning to show off her gear dente, "Yeah. I would. I'm..." she nuzzles against him happily, "I'm glad you showed me how to eat them. I was having so much trouble, and..." She kisses him, and he can feel her little spark pulse happily against him. "Thank you."
"I trained a number of small bots at bootcamp. I have experience with the fueling habits of smaller model types. Experience that Optimus does not. That your medicbot likely didn't even think of."
Kissing him softly, Sari flicks her glossa against his mouth, and then settles down on his lap to wait. "What exactly is whipped energon? I mean, I've seen it, but it looks weird. Optimus makes o-faces when he eats it. Ridiculous ones. It's not really that good, is it?"
He laughs softly, rubbing her sides, "It is. You'll see. It is absolutely delicious. Even more so since I put in the additive so you can process it easier." He saw how much more delicious she thought the ones with the additive were. How her optics lit up in delight when she tasted it. He knows she won't want to go back to other fuel now that she's finally able to drink this all the time.
She giggles happily, "I'm sure you're right." She cuddles against him, optics offline. "Is there anything else you think I should try?"
He shakes his head, "No. Not now, anyway. We can do more later. It will be good to space it out." He laughs softly, "This is our third date in just as many sols. We need to slow down."
She sticks her glossa out at him playfully, "Spoilsport. You mean we can't keep having a date every sol? I guess I would get awfully spoiled if I got to have you every single evening."
Joy tickles his processor, and Sentinel smiles back at her, reaching out to catch her glossa between his fingers, "Didn't your creator ever tell you that if you make faces like that, your face will freeze that way?"
She mumbles something and makes a grumpy face at him, so he lets go of her glossa. "Bleh. My face hasn't frozen that way yet. I don't think it's going to."
He laughs softly, "Possibly." He rubs her back, nuzzling her happily. "So we'll be taking your team to meet me one by one?"
She nods, "That does seem like the best plan. Make sure they don't try to kill you." She frowns up at him, rubbing him softly, "I found out they threatened you to stay away from me. Just a little before we started dating. Bee blurted out that shoving weapons in your face wasn't enough incentive to stay away." She leans against him, "I can't believe they did that. You're not a horrible bot. You are very noble and upright. Just... not in the same way as Optimus."
Optimus was terribly naive. He was so . . . optimistic. Sentinel was not. He knew how quickly a good bot could turn Decepticon with the right motivation. How easy it was for a 'Con to betray them. To trick Autobots into unwittingly helping them. But for his femme to recognize that in him .. . it was flattering.
He kisses her cheek. "When I am Magnus again," he says quietly, aware that it is treason to speak of such things, "will you stay with me?"
She looks up at him, optics wide, "You... you think you'll be Magnus again? Really?" She frowns at him, tiny little mouth curving into an unhappy arch, "Optimus is Magnus, and he is doing-"
"He is too soft, Sari. He is softer than Ultra, softer than all the other Magnuses before him. Before, when a bot that was as... soft as him rose to power, something came and crushed them down. It is not something that I want to happen."
She shakes her head, "I think you have it all wrong. Optimus is strong. He's solid and loyal. He defeated Megatron and took everyone to safety. He is a Magnus, and will know how to lead."
"We will see." He rubs her back, "I only want to know if you will stand by me when it happens, or if you will turn your back on me."
Sari scowls, "I guess it depends. If you're the one to blame for Optimus not being in control, I'll probably tell you to go frag yourself. But . . . if he steps down of his own free will, I guess I'll stay with you. I'm not ashamed of you or something."
He kisses the top of her head, "That is all that I ask. I have no interest in personally weakening Optimus. I will not be working to sabotage him. If push comes to shove, I will protect him since he is my Magnus, but I do think I will be Magnus again. He is not... cut out to be the leader of the Autobots." He gives her a small smile, touching her mouth, "And... maybe, just maybe, you would... temper out my more extreme opinions?"
He knows he does not fit in with everything, too hard edged to make it through to some things. But... she is part organic - which makes him shiver, but he will live - and she will tell him if he is scaring the populace or being too restrictive. It is him shutting everything down that made them take him from his position. She will keep him from doing that again.
"I can do that. Beat some common sense into your processor if I have to." She smiles at him, and then scowls as his cousin arrives again, clunking the energon cubes and crystals down in front of them.
"Your fuel," the bot says tonelessly, and then walks away.
"Asshat," she hisses, and places a possessive servo on Sentinel's chest. "We're going some place friendly next time, okay?"
He sighs softly, "Of course, Sari." He had hoped they would be a little politer since he was clearly here on a date, but it seems like that was just far too much to ask for.
She looks at the energon cubes, and bites her lip, "I can't drink that much. it is-"
He rubs her back, "You won't have to. I will. We're sharing this. You get all the crystals, but we share the energon. I'm sure you'll love it." His family does the best whipped energon there is, and he knows it. They had won so many awards for it.
If this doesn't work out, he'll just make it for her at his apartment. She will be fine there, and he has perfected how to make it even better. There's a reason everyone had lined up for him when he was the one cooking when he was younger.
He thinks that's a small part of the reason his family scorns him now. He chose to go into the Autobot Elite Guard rather than continue to work in the family energon shop line. His creators had been prepared to give him his own shop to run, on whatever planet he wanted, and he had turned them down. Had turned all of them down, when they'd tried to coerce him into it. He didn't want to spend his life doing this. Making energon. Not when he was destined to be the Magnus.
He thought they'd understand, but even when he had been Magnus, they had remained distant from him.
Sari kisses him, fingers petting his frame, "You'll feed me, right? Like you said?"
He takes one of the crystals, placing it at her mouth, "Since you want me to. I am more than willing to do this." He imagines they will think less of him for it, but he is allowed to do this. He's on a date with his femme, and whatever she wishes and he can provide is hers. Something as small as feeding her is nothing at all. He would do more for her if she only asked.
Her tiny dente grind the crystal up, and she giggles happily, "I'm so glad you showed me how to use these things. I would still be starving here if it wasn't for you."
He takes some of the high grade, holding it to her so she can drink it. "I just wanted you to be able to fuel. To have everything you need. You won't have to go off planet if you don't want to." He is unsure if her creator is still online or not. from what the datapads said, the humans have such short lifespans.
"I like visiting earth. It's nice there, and the organic plants are pretty." She looks sorrowful, "Dad looks older each time I see him. He . . says he wants to come see Cybertron some day. The bots here. . . wouldn't react well. When I told him that, he said he was building a robotic suit to wear, so they would think he was a bot too." She smiles faintly, "I told him it looked silly. Would it be okay for me to bring him here to meet you?"
Sentinel fights back his instinctive shudder. He does not want to meet more organics. Even soft, squishy organics like Sari. "Yes."
She smiles brightly, "I'm sure he'll like you. You're so much better than you used to be." She laughs playfully, kissing him. "A decade of time really mellows a guy, right?"
Not really, no. He is pretty much the same as he was ten stellar cycles ago. He is just better at hiding his opinions now. Granted, for her he is willing to drop those opinions. She is not terrible or dangerous. She is lovely and... wonderful. He could fall in love with her if she let him. "So it seems." He rubs her sides, "I would like to meet with your creator." He knows that her creator will not try to grope him or leave slime all over his frame like the Tenctons did.
Any organic that doesn't spit acid or cover him in slime is already a step up.
Primus. Optimus is probably going to make him escort acid-spitting organics next time. Or ones that will creep into his room at night and pluck out his optics with their organic talons. He remembers all the sparkling stories about organic optic-thieves. They were nothing but sparkling tales, but they still never failed to give Sentinel nightmares.
He hopes her father is not as scary as the organics in the stories were.
She kisses him, "I'm glad. He'll like you, I think."
He does not care either way if he is liked by her creator or not. He just will see how it goes. It only matters that Sari likes him, and she so clearly does. That is all that he needs.
Granted, making her father like him will make her like him more, so that is important. But he does not have him high on his priorities list. Her creator is not as important to him as she is.
He rubs her sides, then picks up the whipped energon, "Would you... like to try this?"
She stares at it, "How do you even eat that?"
He picks up a crystal straw-rust ones add too much flavor-and offers it to her. "You sip it. Through the straw. Or you can eat it off your fingers or a spoon, but both of those methods are considered obscene, and aren't really meant for public consumption."
She laughs, "Optimus eats it off his fingers."
He raises an optic ridge, knowing this fact very well. "Like I said, obscene."
She laughs again, cuddling against him. "Yes, very much so. I should tell him not to do that."
He hopes she doesn't. It shows off how he's a better Magnus than Optimus. A leader that looks like he is meant for the cover of Playbot and eats whipped energon with his fingers is clearly not a good, strong leader. One that knows what he's doing. "If you want."
He won't stop her.
She takes the crystal straw from him, putting it in the energon, only to start to nibble on the straw. He moves it away, smiling softly, "It isn't food grade crystal, Sari. It is meant to be washed and reused." He takes the straw out, pulling a different one from his subspace, "Here's one that is meant to be eaten." He doesn't put it in the whipped energon, pulling out a spoon, "It will change the taste, so we'll use this first."
She takes the spoon from him and scoops up a bit of the energon fluff, popping it into her mouth. "'s good," she mumbles around her mouthful, smiling at him. She eats some more, and Sentinel sips a bit through a straw. It doesn't taste as good with the additive in, but if it makes it edible for his femme, he can tolerate it.
One of his less friendly cousins accidentally bumps into him and knocks him forward, making a bit of energon fluff spill out of the cube, fizzling into a flat, pink puddle on the table. He stays silent and doesn't look at the mech as he passes.
Sari puffs up angrily, "He did that on purpose! I saw him go out of his way to walk over here and knock into you! How dare he? I'm going to go talk to the manager about this." She starts to slip out of his lap, only for him to catch her gently. "Let me go!"
He pets her back, "He is the manager, Sari." His cousin was always one of the more enterprising ones, and still every bit of a jerk he always was. "It will not help."
She hisses angrily, "I don't like this! How can they act like this to you? How can you just take this? I don't like this place at all if it is going to be like this. I'm going to tell Optimus to stop coming here. It doesn't deserve anyone buying things."
And then he'll need to deal with Optimus's incessant whining for whipped energon whenever he gets a craving. He had told Optimus to go here so that he wouldn't have to deal with Optimus's desires for sweets. "It is fine, Sari."
"It's not fine," she hisses at him. "How can you just let them treat you like that?"
"They're," he shakes his head, "they have their reasons. It's fine. We can go somewhere else next time, if you prefer. They have the best whipped energon here, but there are other energon shops we can visit."
She stares at him with hard optics. "You're being weird."
He smiles at her, "What do you mean?"
She pokes him gently, "You wouldn't allow this sort of thing to happen. You just ... don't do that. It isn't what you do. You don't put up with this sort of behavior because you know that it lets the bots doing it think they can do it to others."
That is very true. He can't stand bots doing exactly what his family is doing, but he knows they are only focusing on him. They would never do this to anyone else. He will let them, because it lets him just... be with his family. Even if they hate him and wish he'd stay away.
He can tolerate their hatred. Their disdain. "It's alright, Sari. I'm used to this here. They don't treat other bots this way." He rubs her back. "Just enjoy the energon. We'll be leaving soon, and we can visit a crystal garden . . or a crystal supply shop. We can pick up a starting kit if you want to grow crystals."
She perks up in his lap, "Really? But . . I have no idea how to even get started."
He smiles, glad to distract her, "That's why it is a kit, Sari. You'll figure out how to make it from that. I can help you with it, if you want. I won't mind." He'd like it quite a bit, actually. He wants to just be with her, and this will be part of that. He'll know what to do, and can guide her through it all.
She beams up at him, "I'm glad. Optimus and the others wouldn't know what to do at all!" She pauses, tilting her head, "Well, Ratchet would, but he's always so grumpy when I ask for help with things. It isn't really worth it, you know?"
He nods, "I do know." He kisses her, feeding her more crystals, "Medics are normally very grumpy. Even Red Alert. She is quite gruff when it comes to berthside manner, but she gets the job done."
"I think First Aid is pretty nice." She giggles, "But he's starting to take after Ratchet now that they're working together more often. There goes the nice medicbot, I guess." She traces a pattern on his chest, "I've only seen a few medicbots here. They wanted to make sure I wasn't toxic or something. I'm not, by the way. I'm a very good techno-organic."
He tips her helm up and kisses her gently, "You are."
She sighs happily, nuzzling him, "I am very glad to be with you, even if where you took me is less than what I'd li-"
She's cut off by him suddenly being covered in energon from one of his cousins passing next to him and dropping a full cube right on his head, splashing her slightly. He sighs softly, pulling out a cleaning cloth, as his cousin says in exaggerated tones, "Oops. Sorry. I should have watched where I was going."
Oh, Primus, he wishes that the bot had just walked on by. He watches as Sari stands up and points at the mech, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm trying to serve customers," the mech answers, and then huffs when Sari continues to scowl at him. "Did you want something?"
She glares, "I want you to fraggin' apologize to us."
His cousin, and Sentinel is a little embarrassed to admit this to himself, who's name he's long since forgotten, says with a snarl, "And why would I do that? He knows he's not welcome here after what he did, and bringing what is clearly a daughter of a Decepticon and a scooterbot of a whore certainly doesn't endear him to us."
His spark goes cold, and he touches Sari as his optics flash at his cousin, "How dare you call her such-"
Sari interrupts him with a soft and confused, "Decepticon?"
He looks at her, realizing suddenly that she doesn't know what gear dente normally mean. "Your.. your mouth. Those dente are normally only on very specialized Decepticon models. Shockwave has them, in fact. He-"
She puts her servo to her mouth, "My... my mother is the Allspark. It made my protoform just so dad would touch it."
He stares at her blankly, unaware of that fact. "Truly? I had not known that, Sari. I-"
"Oh, please," his cousin says snidely, "you expect me to believe that you are a daughter of the Allspark? It would never create a Decepticon whorebot as its daughter."
Sentinel pulls Sari against his chest protectively, as if trying to shield her from his cousin's words. "You can shut your mouth if you do not want me to have you brought up on charges." He glares at his cousin, "You know that your actions against me, a Prime, could be sanctioned. I have never bothered with it before, but if you continue to insult my companion, I will."
His cousin snorts, "Like you would. You've always covered for us, just because we're family. You-"
He gives the mech a neutral look, "I have never stepped in to keep any of you out of trouble, nor have I had you persecuted harsher than others just because you are family and you hate me. I have always tried for fairness when it comes to judging a bot. The bots that stepped in for you all when you messed up were all entirely different bots. I have come here just for something resembling how it was when I was younger, but it seems it truly is a lost cause. Especially since you have stepped it up into more than mere rudeness."
His cousin snorts, "Like I believe that. You and your whore's daughter of a date can-"
He stands up, "Very well, you will be brought up on charges for this. I gave you a warning, and you did not follow it." He walks out, ignoring his cousin's incredulous yelling, and murmurs softly to Sari, "I am very sorry this happened to you. If I had known, I never would have done this."
She stares at him, and then at the other bot, disappearing behind them. "I . . . they're related to you? You. . you let them treat you like that?"
Sentinel sighs, "I had not expected them to be so blatant in their disrespect. They are usually more . . subtle about their dislike of me." He rubs her back, "It's fine. I won't actually bring charges against them. I'll file the report and let them see that it's been filed, and then drop it. They just need a reminder that I won't tolerate them treating my companions this way."
She shakes her head at him, "No. You will file the charges. They never should have acted like this! Letting them get away with it will just encourage them to act badly!" She pulls out one of her small cleaning cloths and starts to take the energon off of him, "I don't like that they do this to you. If you're just doing this to prove how noble and long suffering you are, I don't like it. You shouldn't do this. Press charges, and show them they can't keep doing this."
He hadn't even thought of it as proving to her how well he can act. He just wanted to be with his family while with the femme he likes. Even if they're jerks, they're still his family. "If... If you really think I should press charges, I will. But they're my fami-"
"And they called the Allspark a whore, so there we are."
He stares at her for a klik. "You . . really are the Allspark's creation, then?"
"Weren't you paying attention?" She knocks her servo against the side of his helm. "Big idiot. The Allspark and my dad. . .made me. Somehow. I try not to let him talk about it too much, because it sounds really weird. Silver bodies and electric touches." She sticks her glossa out. "Bleh. The Allspark probably got off on it."
He laughs softly, kissing her head. "If it made a protoform for him to touch, that is very doubtful. It was having your creator contribute CNA-"
"DNA. That's what it is called from..." She trails off, most likely not wanting bots that could be listening to find out she's techno-organic. Granted, if he had any clue what the D in DNA stood for, it is likely he'd know from that that she was. It doesn't matter, since it wasn't in any of the datapads there were to research on Earth, and he has the highest clearance short of Optimus and Alpha Trion.
Since Alpha Trion hit on her, it is doubtful that the old lech even knows she's a techno-organic.
He kisses her head, "It is was just having your creator contribute DNA to the protoform. It didn't even touch him."
"So you say, but I know it was more than that."
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