I tried really hard to get 88 posted so quick because I am going to be busy and I didn't know if I would be able to post next week of not. I will try to write every night but it will also be determined by how tired I am. I think everyone liked Shayla because she is so gutsy and strong and can handle her own with Sentinel. It makes me glad when I can write a character that everyone can enjoy.

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Shayla was fed up with her house guest. He was driving her to the point that she wanted to cut his spark out and wear it like a prize hanging around her neck. She had finally retreated to her lab in the greenhouse to get away from the old rust bucket. The plants and vegetation was her refuge. She loved her science and creating new hybrids of vegetables to help feed the humans who lived in areas that could not sustain year round vegetation for their homes. Shayla loved her work and it provided a catharsis that was reassuring.

She was observing cell restructure within a prototype of hybrid eggplant when she felt Sentinel's EM field. She sighed as she tried to ignore his presence by continuing to write down her observations while he walked around looking at her equipment and waiting for her to finish. Once he had thoroughly inspected everything, he sat down on her silver metal stool and watched her. It reminded her of all the times he used to watch her on the senate floor as she would rise to speak or when she would be taking notes while another had the speaking platform. His intensity always scared her the most because no matter how hard she tried to ignore him she could feel him watching her.

She took her time finishing up her notes until the tension became unbearable and turned to look at him. "Do you mind?" She asked with all the sarcasm she could inject in her voice. Sentinel looked at her and smirked before standing up from the stool and slowly stalking over to her. Shayla held her ground and tried to control her spark knowing that he would sense it if she allowed it to beat erratically. She stood him down as he stopped mere inches from her as he smiled with a gleam in his optics.

"I do mind." He said softly as he leaned in. Shayla went to step back but Sentinel stopped her by reaching around her waist and trapping her to him.

"Sentinel…" She growled softly as she looked him in the optics, "…let me go now!"

"Why? I am having fun." He replied just as softly. Shayla felt his hand at her waist move down to her aft and caress her as her breath hitched in her throat.

"No Sentinel! I will not tolerate this!" She snarled at him as her hands remained at her sides but her blades extracted out from beneath the skin.

"Why do you fight me?" He said it softly as if he was wondering to himself. "I would give you anything you wanted." He pulled her closer and it took that Shayla could do not to gut him. "I would give you your spark's desire if you would let me." He whispered as he leaned in closer and Shayla groaned softly to herself. He was such an aft but she could not deny that she felt something for the arrogant slagger.

"Sentinel, this is wrong. He have history together…"

"…that you cannot deny my dear Fire."

"I do not go by that name anymore. Why do you insist on calling me that?" She huffed as he stroked her lower back and aft.

"Why? It is your true nature my spark. It is what your personality is, what you demonstrate; you cannot deny the fire and ice and all the wonderful exotic passion that you are. Even this oracle made you different from the others. Look at you! Your skin is darker than the others; a nice lovely olive with hair a black as the galaxy and fiery dark eyes that sparkle like the suns that shine in this Realm. You are truly magnificent just as your designation that you were on Cybertron!"

"I will not let you kiss me!" She hissed at him.

"Don't worry and put away your claws. I have no intention of kissing you." The yet was not said but understood between them. Shayla slowly retracted her claws not trusting him completely. They continued to watch the other as Shayla shuddered with each stroke of his hand on her lower back and aft.

"Please my lord, don't touch me." She whispered and then gasped as he caressed her hair with his other hand.

"So different you are than when we were on Cybertron." He mused to himself out loud. "I could easily come to accept you as my mate."

"Never! I will never let you bond with me!" She snarled as she surprised him by pushing him away. "You are a liar and a deceiver. Allie told me about your plans with the Decepticons! How could you desire to enslave a race of organics when you still held the title of Prime! You disgust me!"

"I did what I had to do to ensure the survival of our race..."

"…by starving and inflicting pain on another race. I think not!" Shayla moved to place the table between them. Her spark pounded in her chest and Sentinel smiled as he scanned her body to detect the heat and arousal that emanated from her.

"That is in the past. We are here now my lovely and I am at your command." His optics gleamed as he said this.

"Then get out of my berth and leave me alone." She yelled at him and he laughed.

"I will do that when your body no longer desires my warmth." He smoothly said and Shayla growled at him.

"You are an aft helmed son of a glitch and I will not stand for your arrogant high handedness any longer!" She yelled hoarsely as he just continued to laugh at her. He lunged at her but she made sure to keep the lab table between them and he laughed again as he saw fear and desire skim across her features.

"You protest too much my dearest. Maybe it is all that suppressed desire that drives you to spit at me." He rounded on her as she tried to run for the door to her lab but he caught her from behind and swung her around to trap her against the door. "I think I hit an energon line in you." He said as he leaned in and smelled her unique femme scent. She had always intoxicated him. He honestly thought he could smell her when she had been on the floor of the senate when she would address them and he had often wondered if they had bonded if one of their creations would have been chosen for prime instead of an archivist. It wasn't too late. She was here, though different than when she had been a dark teal green Iconian senator but they had been reunited even if she was resisting him.

"Have you lost your mind? What do you mean you hit an energon line?" She said breathlessly as he kept smelling her.

"You smell divine my dear sweet femme and I patiently wait for you to give in to me so that I will also be able to taste you." He murmured in her ear as his fingers caressed her waist and slid down to her outer thighs. Shayla gasped as she felt her traitorous body respond to him and she violently pushed him away and stumbled out the door. Her feet took flight as she ran for the safety of her house, up the stairs, and then slamming her door to lock it. Not once did she look back afraid to see him giving chase or that she might worry that he would catch her.

If he did then she would have no will at all to resist him and her response frightened her more than his touch!

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"How do you feel my darling mate?" Megatron sat by Shalon as she rested on the medical berth.

"I feel fine though I wish Ratchet would release me. I am slowly recovering and I am walking at least twice a day around the infirmary to help aid in my recovery. I just wish that he would let me return to our quarters." Shalon sighed as she reached over to rest her hand in Megatron's long large talons. "I would recover better if I had you with me to keep me warm. Ratchet or Doc has to give me something to recharge every night because I can't rest without you." She softly added the last part for his auditory receptors only.

"I know Shalon but you have to obey their orders. If you were to have a relapse I would worry about you." Megatron said softly. He had never felt the pain and loneliness until he had lost her presence within his spark. Optimus assured him it was because she was in stasis and that surgery and all the medication she was given for pain was blocking their bond. He felt useless and feared for his mate, the sparkling be damned. He needed her and he feared that if he lost her he would never be able to accept the sparkling. Even now he was struggling with how he felt about their new sparking. He felt the love for the mechling within the bond but he kept a tight rein on his feelings toward him. He liked being a sire and father to Storm and in time he hoped to have the same relationship with his son but until then he had to deal with his own feelings about almost losing his mate.

"I am fine my love. I have taken very good care of myself and I have been taking the energon with nanites to help speed my recovery. Doc has plans to take me down to recharge in my sarcophagus once she is assured that the injuries to my protoform are on their way to mending." Shalon said and Megatron had to laugh at the cheeky expression that she wore on her face. He loved her zest for life. It was her outlook that had changed him so even if he would never admit it to anyone else.

"Storm misses you. She cries at night and I am afraid I have spoiled her. I let her recharge with me at night just so she will stop crying." He told her and Shalon had to smile at him.

"You do realize that she will be impossible to live with now. I never let the sparklings recharge with us because it is our private time. My carrier taught me when I first became a young adult that if I ever bonded and had sparklings that to never let them in our berth. We won't be able to get them out and she said they need to learn to recharge in their own room so that they learn that that is their solitude from outside stress and difficult days." Shalon informed her mate.

"I was trying to warn you. I guess you will have the job of straightening out her." He said and Shalon sighed. It was her responsibility even when her mate was the one causing the trouble.

"Ratchet says that next week we will be able to take our son home." She said changing the subject. In truth she did want to talk about the mechling because it concerned her that Megatron would not come and visit him or try to bond with him.

"That is well my darling femme. I look forward to having our family together once again." Megatron moved closer and leaned over Shalon. "I love you." He whispered so that no one could hear but Shalon and she smiled at Megatron adoringly.

"I love you too my lord." She replied. Megatron looked around to see if they were being observed before leaning down and tenderly kissing his mate.