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24 hours after the last chapter…Earth…Autobot City's human quarters…
Marrisa Fairborne was having an unusual dream, sweat was dropping from her body and an arouse moan came from her lips; she dreamt that she was surround by a blue light…hands were moving up from her hips to her breasts…a mouth was nibbling on her neck. She heard a familiar masculine voice whisper in her ear, "Mara! My Mara! My equal! My mate!" While the voice was whispering to her, the hands kneaded her breasts…suddenly she was spun around…
"BEEP-BEEP!" shrilled her com unit that was on her desk…she groaned as she slowly came out of her exotic dream. "Shit! I was so…AGGAH!" she yelled, "What now?!" She stumbled over to her desk, and answered with yawn, "Marrisa Fairborne, here."
"Hey, Marrisa!" said a cheerful Rodimus Prime over the view screen.
She scowled at him, "Roddy! Do you have any idea what time it is? Better yet, do you know how close I was in finishing that weird dream?!"
He frowned at her in concern, "Again? Marrisa, this has been going on for months! You really need to talk to someone about it, if you won't talk about it to me."
"And just who do you suggest?" she sarcastically asked, "Preceptor, or First Aid? How about an old-fashioned human doctor? In any of these cases, they would think I was loony!"
"How about Gadget?" he suggested, "She's a medic, and if my guess is right…she's currently involved in one of Chromia's crazy schemes."
"Maybe," she muttered thoughtfully, "Wait a minute! What crazy scheme of Chromia's?"
He leaned back in his chair, and announced, "Live from New York… it's the 'Late, Late, Show'! With George Clooney who is currently starring in the re-make of that Hollywood classic, 'To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything!' This is WXM; in the local news…Lt. Caine's death was apparently not all that it seems."
Marrisa groaned in misery as she thought, 'He's talking TV! He only does that to me when he doesn't want any information discovered by the Decepticons, or maybe Blackarachia; perhaps both possibilities! All right, think Marrisa! To Wong Foo was that movie were the actors dressed up like women! Lt. Caine is a fictional detective on CSI: Miami, in one episode he faked his own death to catch…"
Rodimus watched the expressions on her face with amusement, 'She's a bit funny but cute, when she's trying to translate TV talk to understandable English,' he thought.
Suddenly, he noticed her expression went into shock, "You got to be fucking kidding me!" she yelled, "How..."
"Ah-ah, Marrisa," he scolded gently, "You never know what you might have in your house! Don't have acme bug spray, call this number!"
She growled at him in frustration, finally she questioned him by talking TV, "I assume Derwood, that you want me to find Aunt Agatha and ask when she can change him back?"
He smiled at her, "That's right, Lucy! And if not, there had better be a good reason why! I am about ready to strangle my manager and appoint him in his place...even if he is dressed up like Marliyn Monroe!"
She sighed wearily, 'Translation: I have no patience left with Ultra Magnus; there had better be a good reason, besides the obvious, on why I shouldn't immediately replace him with Prowl,' she thought to herself and then asked, "When do you want me to go to the good ship Lollipop?"
"In a few hours," he told her, "Decode Message from Starfleet, keep me informed."
"And you couldn't have called me…oh…when the sun was up, here?" she sarcastically asked in normal English.
Rodimus didn't reply to her question; he merely stared at her breasts and his optics turned from blue to white. She shifted uncomfortable in her seat, her nipples turned hard underneath her thin negligee, 'What is happening to me?' she thought, 'We're just friends! Besides, nothing can ever happen between us, we're two different species!' Finally she coughed out, "Rodimus, if you can look up to my face and answer the question?"
He looked up with his optics still white, and purred out, "Consider this payback for teasing me before I left Earth, Rodimus Prime signing off."
Marrisa stared at the blank screen in shock, finally her eyes narrowed in anger, "He thinks that was teasing!" she muttered, "I'll show him teasing!"
At the same time…Cybertron…in a vent within Rodimus Prime's office…
Blackarachia softly hissed out, "My son and his disgusting beloved talking in code! What has he discovered about my dearest friend? Chromia, Chromia, whatever you are up too…it will not work! It never does, I always come on top in our games! Enough about her! My son, oh dear…the Prime Heritage is coming forth…why couldn't he pick a nice Cybertrion femme?" She continued her mutterings as she made her long journey back to her hide out.
At the same time…in SIC's office in Autobot City…
Ultra Magnus knew he shouldn't have been listening in on Rodimus Prime's private conversations, but he needed to know what was going on in his charge's processor ! He rubbed his head in thought, 'I hate it when he has conversations in TV, can't understand a thing he is saying! Slag the Junkicans to the pit for teaching him their language!' He then frowned and muttered, "Teasing? What teasing?"
Elsewhere in the city…
A small figure was just crawling out of the vent shaft he was in, 'Ha! That was easy!' thought Rumble, 'Man, for a human that femme certainly…' "YURK!" he gasped out as a strong, feminine hand wrapped around his throat. He was lifted up, and came face-to-face with his attacker, "Auntie," he rasped out, "Long time, and no see."
Stigma merely growled in response.
30 minutes later…Autobot City's Brig…
Marrisa Fairborne, Ultra Magnus, Red Alert, and Stigma we're all glaring at the small Decepticon that was currently behind energy bars, "Ah, c'mon guys!" whined Rumble, "If I don't rendezvous with Soundwave soon, he'll be knocking on your doorstep!"
"I got the feeling that Stigma here," said Red Alert as he pointed out the femme with a jab of his thumb "would love to see him again!"
Rumble glanced over at her, and gulped in fear as noticed that she was polishing one of her swords, "Soundwave doesn't even know that she is here!"
"Even better," growled out Marrisa whom was wearing a bathrobe over her negligee, "Now, what information have you gotten from us?"
Rumble shrugged, "Nothing important, you and Prime flirting with each other…"
"Flirting?" asked Red Alert and Ultra Magnus in disbelief; while at the same time Marrisa protested, "We were not flirting!"
"Umm, you were," spoke up Rumble, "Besides, I wasn't the only one who overheard you're conversation, Ultra Magnus did as well. I came to spy on him; instead I caught him spying on you and Prime."
Dead silence met this statement; Red Alert, Stigma and Marrisa Fairborne turned to stare at Ultra Magnus, who was shifting uncomfortable under their looks of astonishment. "Ultra Magnus," drawled out the human woman as her face turned red, "Have you been spying on Prime as well as myself?"
"Just Prime," he confessed as he looked down at his feet, "I don't know what is going on in that youngling's processor anymore! How can I…"
"ENOUGH!" she shouted in fury, "GET YOUR ASS IN YOUR QUARTERS UNTIL I GET IN TOUCH WITH PRIME!"
"Miss Fairborne, you have no authority over me," he informed her as he gathered what was left of his wits, "I realize you're…AAGGH!" He fell over, clutching his spike plating, "Not Again!"
Marrisa put the smoking lazar gun back into the pocket of her bathrobe, "Red Alert," she ordered, "Get him to First Aid, and then confine him to quarters without visitors until I get a hold of Prime! He's going to love this!"
"Yes, Ma'am," responded Red Alert eagerly and then he began to drag Ultra Magnus's aft to Med Bay.
Marrisa glared at Rumble, "You just earned yourself a half of a free pass."
"Half?" he muttered in curiosity.
"Yes, half," she said and turned her attention to Stigma, "I want you take the brat to Yellow Alert and have her take him back to Soundwave…alive!"
Stigma gave her a furious glare behind her visor, but Marrisa ignored her and continued, "Believe it or not, my father had to work with Earth ninjas when he was in the army. He told me they came up with some creative stuff when a prisoner was delivered back to the enemy. I am certain you can come up with something creative as well; something to make sure the little monster doesn't communicate certain private conversations for…oh…six or eight Earth months?"
Stigma stared at her for a moment, and then with an evil chuckle, responded, "Affirmative."
"I don't like the sound of this," muttered Rumble fearfully.
"You shouldn't," she told him sternly, "Now; if you'll excuse me…I've got to get dress, eat, and call Rodd…I mean, Prime."
As she stalked out, Rumble looked over at Stigma, "You know, I may be a Decepticon…but even I can see she and Prime got a thing going on! I bet if she were a Cybertrion…Prime wouldn't let her out of his berth!"
He suddenly cringed, when Stigma opened the cell and grabbed him by his throat, she stated coldly, "Assumption, correct. Analysis: Decepticon Rumble should be more concerned with himself."
He gulped in fear as she dragged him down the hallway; she called over her comm. unit, "Autobot Femme Stigma to Autobot Femme Yellow Alert."
"Yellow Alert here, what do you need Stigma?"
"Retrieval of Communication Virus Kit from quarters, rendezvous outside of Autobot City," she ordered.
An hour later…several miles away from Autobot City…in Yellowstone National Park…
Soundwave was worried; though he didn't show it, about his creation…he should have shown up by now to report to him. Suddenly he heard a yellow rescue copter hovering above…it was the Autobot Femme Yellow Alert. He growled in fury, and was preparing to fire on her when a wooden crate dropped from her cargo bay. "Stigma sends her compliments," she shouted as she flew away.
Soundwave moaned in despair as he walked toward the crate, he didn't know his little sister was on the planet! He slowly opened the crate, and Rumble popped out like a human jack-in-a-box. His cassette appeared to be functional, but if he knew his sibling…appearances can be deceiving. "Rumble, report," he ordered, half-hopeful that Stigma didn't do anything too bad to his creation.
But, his hopes were soon dashed when Rumble jumped out the box and sang, "You can't touch this!" As he sang and dance M.C. Hammer's signature song; Soundwave groaned out loud and slapped his face in frustration, 'Analysis,' he thought, 'twelve joors or more to rid of the communication virus within Rumble.'
Meanwhile in Autobot City…Marrisa Fairborne's Office…
"HE DID WHAT?!" bellowed Rodimus Prime over her desk comm. unit.
"You heard me," she replied as she sipped her coffee, "He eavesdropped on our private conversation this morning as well as any conversation you have over the comm."
Rodimus's optics were a blazing white as he took several deep breaths to calm down, finally he growled out, "Marrisy, I don't care what slagging plan Chromia has cooking…this is the last straw!"
"Now, Roddy," she calmly told him, "I know you're furious, I am too! But, she as well as," she held up her hands and made quotation marks on the alias name, "Lt. Caine, may have a hidden ace or two up their sleeves to deal with your insane mother…"
"I know, I know," he interrupted and then became silent for a moment; finally he sighed with regret, "I'll contact Red Alert to authenticate your orders on keeping my dear SIC confined with no visitors! In the mean time, get your cute little aft to the Ark and see if those aces are worth my patience!"
"Aye-aye, Roddy," she mockingly said as she saluted him.
Two hours later…at the Ark…in Wheeljack's old laboratory…
"That's the last of it!" shouted Lancer in relief as she and Boomer leaned against the crates that she brought back from Cybertron. Across from them, Gadget was lifting Prowl's interface rod from a nearby crate, "This appears to be in good condition," she muttered thoughtfully as she inspected it, "but it's too fragile for me to place in his new body."
Lancer snorted in disgust, "Then it's a good thing, I put a few pieces of his shell in that crate! I don't want to go grave robbing again!"
"What?" Gadget asked and then looked further into the crate, "Oh! Thanks, Lancer!"
"Speaking of graves, is it true what you told Prowl and Chromia?" Boomer asked as she started unloading supplies.
Lancer's face turned to one of disgust and horror, "Don't remind me! I am still trying to get it out of my memory banks!"
"So, it's true!" exclaimed Boomer, "Blackarachia, did fuck Optimus Prime's corpse!"
Lancer covered her face and chanted, "I am not going to remember, I am not going to remember!"
"Oh, stop it!" growled out Gadget, "It happened, now get over it! We got work to do!"
"Oh! I almost forgot!" exclaimed Lancer, quickly she summoned the message she was given from subspace and handed it to the medic, "This is for you, Chromia, and Moonracer; or should I say mech-girl, from Prime."
Gadget frowned as she stared at the holographic message, "Wonderful," she muttered, "Why do I get the feeling I am not going to like this?!"
Thirty Minutes later…Chromia's office…
"Why do I get the feeling I am not going to like this?" muttered Prowl as he, Chromia, and Gadget stared at the message device that was on the desk.
"My thought exactly!" shouted Gadget, sighing wearily, she punched in her command level number and password, "You're turn, Chromia."
Quickly, she punched in her number and password, "Back to you, Gadget," she ordered, "You're the only one who knows Moonracer's password."
Growling in frustration, Gadget muttered as she typed in the numbers, "I have better use of my time then to play games with…" suddenly the device buzzed out a negative alarm, "What the slag?"
Everyone stared at the device in amazement, finally Chromia asked in wonder, "You don't think?"
Prowl frowned in thought, "Perhaps," he replied as he typed in his old numbers, "We were not as careful in concealing my identity as we thought."
As he typed in the last number, Rodimus Prime's holographic face sprung out of the device, "I am sure by now you are wondering how I found out your little secret, the answer is simple: Lancer really shouldn't read instructions out loud when she's trying to be sneaky."
The femmes slapped their faces in fury, while Prowl merely sighed in despair as he muttered, "I have the feeling that the SIC tradition is about to be broken."
"I really don't know how you survived Prowl," the hologram said, "And at this point I really don't care! I am just thankful that you are alive, because Primus knows I need a SIC who doesn't treat me like a sparkling!"
"Now," continued the hologram, "Chromia, I am certain you have very good reasons about keeping the fact that Prowl is still alive a secret; I am going to assume those reasons are due to my dear, wacko mother. I am also going to assume that you and Prowl have a plan in dealing with her. So, here's the deal…I am sending Marrisa Fairborne to you and you had better tell her everything regarding this little plan. If she doesn't feel that this plan is spectacular… and it better be spectacular because I have little patience left in dealing with Ultra Magnus; then Prowl… I don't care if you are currently in a femme body…you're my new SIC!"
"Yes," Prowl groaned out loud, "There goes the tradition in a million pieces! When I get my hands on Ultra Magnus, he is going to regret putting me in this position!"
"Gadget," ordered the hologram, "I am re-assigning Swoop as your aide; and he'll be moving to the Ark until Prowl's new body is complete. Don't worry; I'll keep Grimlock off your aft. "
"Thank you ever so much," she muttered sarcastically.
"Well," drawled out the hologram, "That's it for now; it's nice to have you back Prowl! Oh! Gadget, I want my new SIC's body done ASAP! Rodimus Prime, out.
Dead silence evaded the room; finally a tense, female voice called over the comm., "Green Light to Chromia, Marrisa Fairborne is here at the entrance. She says that she is supposed to meet you and P…I mean, Moonracer about something top secret."
All three of them groaned out loud in despair, Chromia growled out, "Chromia to Green Light, yes she is expected, please send her to my office. And could you please tell everyone here at the Ark, with the exception of Stigma, that there will be a meeting on sneakiness as well as keeping one's mouth shut on top secrets."
"Uhm, okay," she replied with confusion, "Green Light, out."
Gadget sighed in misery, "I better get started," she told them as she waked out the door, "Have fun you two!"
"Oh, we're going to have fun," drawled out Prowl sarcastically and then gave a pointed glare to Chromia, "You started this mess, you can explain it!"
Before Chromia, could comment on that statement, Marrisa Fairborne walked in, data pad in one hand and her lunch bag in the other, they looked at her in amazement. "I figure this meeting will make me miss lunch," she explained, "Prowl, it's wonderful to meet you and I am so glad you're alive! But, as much as I want to get to know you better; we better get down to business!"
24 hours later…Cybertron…in Rodimus Prime's office…
Jazz shifted uncomfortable as he watched the facial expressions on Rodimus Prime's face, 'Slag,' he thought, 'I wish I could read Ms. Fairborne's report on Ultra Magnus, but she written it in TV as well as their own personal code!'
Finally, Rodimus slammed the report on his desk and growled out angrily, "Jazz, I want you to arrange a comm. meeting between us, Red Alert, and Ultra Magnus."
"I assume Magnus is still SIC?" he asked with curiosity.
"Jazz," warned Rodimus, "Arrange the slagging meeting, I am already very close in loosing my temper!"
"Right Prime," he quickly replied as he raced out of the door.
30 minutes later…Earth…Autobot City's Officer Meeting Room…
"Ultra Magnus," drawled out Rodimus over the view screen, "I have found someone to replace you as SIC; unfortunately for me, but fortunate for you! He is currently involved with a deep undercover assignment. So, until his assignment is finished… you will continue to be SIC; however, you will be under Red Alert's protection, understood?"
"Yes, sir," muttered Ultra Magnus with regret, "May I ask who will be replacing me?"
Rodimus gave him a mysterious smile, "No, you may not! As I stated earlier, the mech I have in mind is deeply undercover. For now, let's just call him Lt. Caine."
They muttered their agreements, and then Red Alert asked, "What am I supposed to protect Ultra Magnus from?"
"Anything that will make me loose my temper on him," Rodimus sarcastically replied, "I am sending a psyche profile on Blackarachia, Lt. Caine was kind enough to do it for me before he went back to work. I strongly recommended that you read it over carefully and follow the suggestions made in this report."
As they read over the down loaded report, Red Alert rapidly piped out questions, "Are you sure he is trustworthy? Does he have any experience? And where did you find him?"
"He is more trustworthy than Ultra Magnus," responded Prime, "He definitely has the experience, and has to where I found him…let's just say that Primus delivered a miracle. Rodimus Prime, out."
Red Alert and Ultra Magnus stared at the blank screen in amazement, finally Red Alert commented, "I think you finally pushed him too far, Magnus."
Once again, Magnus sighed with regret as he thought, 'Kup did warn me earlier, but I never listened to him! There must be some way I can re-gain his trust and keep my job!'
That night…Ultra Magnus's Quarters…
Ultra Magnus paced his quarters in deep thought, finally he sighed in despair, "There must be something that will help me regain Prime's trust," he muttered, "Wait an astro second!"
He quickly brought up 'Lt. Caine's report on a data pad, and read out loud, "Marrisa Fairborne is also in the high risk category of being captured or killed by Blackarachia. That's it! I'll just play bodyguard to one of Prime's best friends! I'm bound to recover some form of Prime's trust by keeping her safe from his insane mother. "
Meanwhile back at the Ark…Ratchet's old office…
Gadget frowned as she and Boomer looked over the plans for Prowl's new protoform, finally she muttered, "Pit!"
Boomer looked at her and asked in concern, "What's wrong?"
"I feel like I'm forgetting something important," she grumbled, "Something to do with sparks and temporary shells…but I can't fragging remember what!"
Boomer was about to comment on that remark, when they heard a strangle cry, "G-gadget!"
"Wh-," muttered Boomer as they both raced into the outer med bay, and then they both gasped in surprise. There was Prowl hunched over clutching his/her chest in pain, cursing they both raced to him, "What happened?"
"I-I don't know," he gasped out, "I was s-studying the plans for A-Autobot City…when I was struck with this pain in my chest."
Gadget frowned in thought at the description he gave them, suddenly her face changed to a look of horror, "Aw…Primus, no! I'm having enough problems!" she shouted as she grabbed a scanner from a nearby berth and ran it over Prowl's temporary shell.
"Gadget, what…" Boomer started to ask, but was interrupted by the high pitch beeping of the scanner and of course, Gadget's cursing.
"Slag to the Pit!" she yelled as slammed the scanner on the floor and raced toward the medicine cabinet, "Why?! Why is Primus doing this to me?! I am not my father! I can't fragging do this!"
Boomer and Prowl glanced at one another, finally Prowl dared to ask, "Wh-what wrong with me, Gadget?"
"Rejection," she hissed out as she found the medicine she was looking for and quickly pulled a syringe from subspace, "I knew I was forgetting something about temporary shells!"
Boomer gasped in realization and closed her optics in despair, "Primus, we're really going to have to work our afts off now!"
Gadget snorted in agreement as she moved back toward them, "Yeah, Primus is really enjoying fragging up our lives at the moment! Boomer! Help mech-girl to the berth, so I can give this shot to him!"
"Would one of you please explain what is slagging wrong with me?" he asked in despair as Boomer helped him onto the berth.
"Slagging is right!" grumbled Gadget as she gave him the shot, "Mom's shell is rejecting your spark! You're going to have to come in here every day for a shot, until I can set up surgery for you."
"Surgery?" he asked wearily.
"Yup," she answered, "It will be easy…no problem whatsoever! All I have to do is put a spark defliabator in your chest, and then you will be in mint condition until we can build you a new body."
"All," he yawned, "Right…Gadget…you are." Before he could finish his sentence, he went into recharge.
Boomer glared at her in fury, "Why did you lie?"
Gadget gave her an innocent look, "I didn't lie, and I merely forgot to tell him that the medicine will put him into recharge."
"Gadget!" she yelled, "You slagging know what I am talking about! Why did you lie about the surgery and the effects it will cause?! It will certainly not be slagging easy! Its one of the most difficult operations to do and you have never fragging done it before!"
Gadget rolled her optics in frustration, and replied, "Don't you think I don't know that! We already placed him in a temporary shell, and that was a pit to do!"
"But, I was there to help you!" she bellowed, "I can't help you this time around; I'll be too busy making molds for the shell! All you'll have is Swoop!"
"Who is a very capable medic in his own right, Dad has taught him well," she replied, "I'll start teaching him what he needs to know in order to help me first thing in the morning."
Boomer raised a brow, "Very well, oh great one!" she said with sarcasm, "May I ask when your going to tell Prowl that the defliabator won't last forever, and that we will have to work slagging fast on his new body before he really does expire?"
Gadget sighed in despair and answered, "I'll tell him when he gets out of recharge."
"Are you also going to tell him that he is going to have to be careful?" she asked.
"I'll tell him that after the surgery," grumbled Gadget and then promptly slapped the back of Boomer's head, "Now shut your trap and get started on those molds! As you said, we have to work slagging fast in order to keep him alive!"
"Yeah, yeah," grumbled Boomer as she left the med bay, "I'm going."
Gadget sighed again, and raised her optics to the ceiling, "Dad, how did you deal with this slag nearly every Earth day? I already want to drink myself into oblivion!" Sighing again, she opened her comm. channel, "Gadget to Stigma. I need you to steal…I mean borrow… a few things from First Aid for me…"
Somewhere on Cybertron…in a secret laboratory beneath the streets…
Blackarachia laughed in dark pleasure as she watched the human female's painful seizures; soon her body began to change from warm flesh to a silver metal…suddenly she shrieked out in pain and collapsed on to the ground! Blackarachia frowned in disappointment, "As lovely as it is to see a human die like that slave," she hissed to Med-One, "I do need this serum to work before Prime goes back to Earth!"
"Yes, my Queen," stated Med-One has he went back to the drawing board.