Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers (2007), Transformers: Generation 1, or the socket universe (history, terminology, etc.).

Warnings: I sometimes use Cybertronian terminology to describe human body parts for the lack of...awkwardness on my part. Lillian is not a techno-organic. She picked up the terminology after spending fifteen years with the autobots.

I knew that Ratchet was going to kill me for climbing through the vents so shortly after receiving an injury, but the injury seemed to charge something in me that wanted to rebel. The only thing that kept me from falling into trouble was the map that Wheeljack had made for me ten years ago.

"Lillian, is something the matter?"

I blinked before switching from looking at the rafters to looking at Optimus. "No, Optimus, nothing is wrong. I was just wondering if it would be possible to climb through the air vents safely."

"Is there a reason why you would want to attempt such a thing?"

"It's on my list of things to do before my hearts dies out. The only reason is that, in theory, it would be fun. There's a certain adrenaline rush to it. I'm certain it's safer than skydiving, but I wouldn't want to turn a corner and end up falling fifty feet down a shoot."

"I'm sure if you asked Wheeljack for a map and Ironhide-"

"Thanks Prime! Bye!"

I ran out of the room before Prime could question what he said and whether or not he should have said anything.

Wheeljack, of course, had the map ready within the solar cycle. Unfortunately, the map turned into one of those things that was left in my desk for years simply because I lost interest when Ironhide managed to lift me all the way to the top of the vents. Apparently, I didn't have the wits to not look down once I was up there.

This time, I tried a different method. Jazz stored his metalic body in Blaster's room after lifting me up into one of the lowest vent openings in the base. His holoform followed me for two reasons. The first was that "he was bored." I honestly think he just wanted to get out of work, but I had no complaints for the second reason. If I started hyperveniating for whatever reason while I was up there, I didn't want to be stuck and have the base freak out. I already had enough reasons for Prowl to throw me in the brig. I didn't need another one...Including adding expenses for the base by freaking out Red Alert so much that he put cameras in the vents as well as the hallways.

I was fine with Jazz coming along until he started playing halfway through the maze of vents. I yelped when he 'accidently' placed his hand on my aft. I would've told him to cut it out if my voice didn't echo. It was better for someone to think I hit my head or a pant leg got caught on a bolt than for the awkward misunderstanding that I was being seduced via sabuter. I very well might have been, but I wasn't about to call Prowl and ask. Once again, I already had enough reasons for him to throw me in the brig.

By the time we got back to Blaster's quarters, I was shaking. Despite the fact that Jazz was the head of the special ops team, he wasn't subtle when it came to seduction. He made it quite clear to me what he wanted while we were in the vents, but I wasn't about to encourage him. The last thing I wanted was for that to echo into everyone's audios. Red Alert would have a field day trying to find the exact location of the noise. Ratchet would hit me with a wrench for making Red glitch again.

Unfortunately, the moment I jumped out of the vents, cables out of nowhere grabbed me and pinned me to Blaster's berth. Jazz plugged a cable into my socket while he was at it, sending an onslaught of pleasure through my nervous system to distract me.

"Jazz, stop! I can't do this! Stop!"

Jazz chuckled. "Relax, lil' lady. Don't worry 'bout nothing."

I gasped and shook as I tried to control my actions as Jazz sent more impulses through my system. "J-J-Jazz," I stuttered out as my back arched. Let me go.

"Maybe this will help," Jazz said gently as he projected a female holoform on top of me.

"Look at me," she said gently. I looked up at her, chest shaking. My hands shook in Jazz' grasp. "Relax," she said as she lowered her head to my neck. When she did that, I froze for a second as I looked at Jazz. His optics were red. That's why he-My thought was cut off mid sentence as the female holoform bit down on sensitive flesh and Jazz sent more impulses to dull the pain. "I said," the female began in deadly amusement. "Relax."

So it's cannibalism and bondage. That's what pleasure is nowadays? Torture?

I did not eat your flesh, the female thought aggressively.

I raised an eyebrow at Jazz, who managed to look sheepish even with his red eyes. I don't have total control yet.

Well that's reasurring.

I simply bit down gently, she thought in a softer tone. I thought humans enjoyed an adrenaline rush from it.

Not all humans like this sort of thing. Please, Jazz, let me go already.

"Sorry, Lil," Jazz said as the cables tightened around my wrists and ankles. "But ya need this. Doc's orders."

I couldn't even begin to comprehend that statement as Jazz sent an onslaught of pleasurable impulses through my system and the vision before me faded to white.