My Little Boy

Story Nine

V-Day

"... smffftt...!"

The clack of the keyboard sounded as Grace tried to suppress her own giggles.

"Shush...!"

It was no use. Asuna still wouldn't shut up. If she kept on making more noise, Grace swore she would get Carpel Tunnel Syndrome if she made a mistake.

"... should we be doing this?" Asuna still couldn't control herself between her guffaws.

"You know this is for the best," Grace said, mischievous smile still on. "I'm only doing this for their own good. Cliff's too chicken to make a first move, and Thrash In's too dense to get a clue. It's anonymous anyways, I'm not going to put who's it from. I'm just giving them a gentle nudge in the right direction..."

"More like a nudge off a cliff..."

"Precisely. ... my pookie so true... I love you mucher, muchess... my duchess...!"

"You know he's not gonna buy that..."

"At least it rhymes!" retorted Grace. "You got the whip cream, right?"

"Yep, all set...!"

A maniacal gleam was in her eyes.

"Perfect."

Everything was falling into place. The plan was fool proof. And there was going to be a love match by the end of the day, whenever her love victims liked it or not.

After typing in the send address, she pressed the key that would unite them all.

Her smile grew wider.

"You've got mail...!"

An Aston Martin entered Watchtower, and transformed into Cliffjumper. He helped Zane with his car for a race, and Cliff was glad to be off assistance. Though, he always tried to be a good sport when Zane came ahead in first. Though as a human racer, Zane was improving, and Cliff was extremely happy for him.

He looked around the base. No one seemed to be around. Optimus was probably talking with a government attorney again, after a little incident at the zoo (something told him a certain human female was behind it...). Uncle Breakdown and Thrash In were setting up upgrades around Watchtower, while his mother, Uncle Bulkhead and Uncle Bumblebee were assisting an earthquake in New Zealand. As for Ratchet... Perhaps he was with Grace's Grandmother June at the hospital? Regardless, the Earth branch of the Cybertronian base was empty.

All was calm. All was quiet. ... Too quiet.

Where were Grace, Asuna, and Izzy? Usually, they hang around here after school, though classes and homework kept them extremely busy. Sometimes, they used the human friendly part of the Watchtower to study, though with the intense atmosphere with alarms assigning missions, it wasn't exactly an ideal place if they wanted quiet. It must be what the human students called 'finals season'. His list of errands were all scratched off. He didn't need to assist anyone for the rest of the day.

A thought then dawned on him.

He had the base.

All to himself.

He could do anything. Run a few laps around Watchtower as he patrolled, target practice, run through Optimus's obstacle course...

Though, he was tired from racing with Zane. His energy levels were getting extremely low. He could feel it as his optics began to close...

Stretching, he went to the resting birth, and laid himself to rest.

It was what he needed... To gently pass out and be in recharge and enter a paradise all of his own. Breathing gently, he felt his cords and limps grow lighter. The aches and pains were slowly beginning to go away.

He wasn't lying on the firm berth anymore. He was flying. The world slowly began to slip away...

Squirt, squirt, squirt...!

Why did he began to feel so... wet? What was happening? Usually, when he power downed in rest, his 'dreams' were vivid and interesting, but this was feeling a little bit too... real.

"WHO IN PRIMUS'S NAME SENT ME THIS?"

Jerking up from the sudden noise, the young mech tried to see what was going on, but suddenly, he was gagging. ... on something sweet. He just about choked to death as he coughed. An outline of Grace was right in front of him with a whip cream canister, along with Asuna right beside her. And he also saw that... they painted on his finish with the creamy foam. And some of it had to end up in his mouth. Fury and rage began sparking in his processor. Grace should be extremely thankful she was human.

Through leering optics, he managed to utter, "you've painted my paint job..."

Though, Ratchet on the other hand seemed to be having other problems.

"What is this?" began the old medic bot. "I don't understand, who sent me this? 'My heart beats for you, my pookie so true…I love you so mucher and muchess… So say you'll be mine, my sweet Valentine, from the Duke of Pook to the Duchess.' ... what?"

Cringing expressions were across the female humans, as they knew they couldn't find a way to escape from Ratchet's wrath.

"Are you sure you sent it to the right comm link address...?" whispered Asuna.

Grace wanted to disappear all together. "... Oops."

They had a good chance of escaping from Ratchet, though they were about to face punishment from another Cybertronian. ... right under their feet. Gunshots left Cliffjumper's optics once the humans finally looked at him.

"Explain everything... now."

Punishments were placed, revenge was sought, and the day was saved. With what Grace received, she was handed a life sentence. He still need to clean off all the whip cream that was on him... Pay back was sweet, but not as sweet as what Cliff saw right in front of him. He felt himself smile as his significant other paced into an embrace.

"Should we tell them?"

A mischievous smile was across Thrash In's lips, clasping his fingers into her own.

"... I don't think so."

She then found herself in a whip-creamed kiss.

Note*~

Happy Valentine's Day, people~

XOXO