Summer
{Dedicate to Lecidre and the PercyxMoony club on da.}
Earth has slipped to the next season since Ratchet's precious mate arrived bringing the femme count up one more. Now it's getting hotter in the northern hemisphere of Earth but even more so in the private quarters of the bonded couples. Now more than ever, Ratchet is pleased to have three field medics at his aid. He's going to need them!
Sweltering Fowler quietly approaches the unworried Autobot Second in Command as he searches through the computer files. "General, can we talk?"
That does turn the blue helm curiously, "Concerning what?"
Fowler is relaxed against the railing but is scratching nervously into his nape. "Well, quite honestly, the shift in this war. Is there even a war going on anymore?" Magnus just blinks, so the human liaison continues, "The battles have diminished drastically and the items being stolen these days really has me and my team utterly confused."
That does bring Ultra Magnus to turn completely from his computer and contemplate what Fowler is saying. "What are the humans missing now? You haven't said before so it must not be something of dire consequences."
Fowler takes a deep sigh and lays a hand out towards the private quarters where the bonded couples seem to be spending most of their time these days. Ultra Magnus and Ironhide have been lucky enough to have their own ships to harbor away their mates, still it's true there has been a lot less chasing of the Decepticons these days. This brings him to rub his chin curiously as the human continues.
"Do you remember how Elita and the femmes have been asking me for recycled or discarded billboard vinyl signs, large pieces of heavy canvas, and even parachute material?"
Silently Ultra Magnus nods. He knows exactly what it's for, but still no one has wanted to break the news to the human military that the Cybertronian residents are propagating. After all this time of believing their race was dying, hope has finally arisen and it's taking a lot for it to completely soak in. They don't want to deal with the humans quashing that dream again. For so long many believed like Inferno that there was no point in birthing sparklings among a war only to instigate more grief if they fall victim to the horror, yet finally many have changed their minds. Currently the Autobots have at least three and hopefully a fourth sparkling on the way. This human-made material will be perfect for sparkling bedding and soft toys.
Fowler scowls to the fact that once again, no one is telling him why the Autobots need this material. For the life of him, he can not see how this material will aid in their fight with the Decepticons. He takes a deep breath and blows out his exasperation between pursed lips. "FINE!" Ultra Magnus hides his smirk behind a curled finger over his lips. "Across the globe, other manufacturing companies of like material have reported large quantities of violet, ruby red, silver and chartreuse green missing."
Both optic ridges on Ultra Magnus' normally stoic face perk. He coughs back his chuckle and then asks, "Just those colors?"
"Ummm," he flips through his Ipad's file, "Ah, looks like smaller quantities of royal blue, black and white as well."
"Umm," Magnus hums as if pondering a great mystery.
"What does it all mean?" Fowler looks up from his pad.
"I have no idea!" Magnus swiftly turns away and back to his computer although mentally he is smiling a bit as well. Sounds like the Decepticons are reuniting with their femme's as well. This could actually be a good turn in the war.
Fowler swears at the General. "HEY! I know cover up when I see it. Hello, what have I been doing all this time with your race but cover up your activities from the rest of the humans on this planet? Now I deserve some answers!"
The computer pings and Magnus touches the comm.-line, "Wheeljack. I need your assistance in the control room. Looks like we have another signal."
"I'm busy!" Wheeljack tries to snap back. Mated or not, Ultra Magnus still gets under his armor sometimes.
Magnus tries again with his coded tone, "You really need to see this. It has your name written all over it."
"Pftz, yeah right." Wheeljack dismissed him again.
"Perceptor," the General slyly slips out.
The line closes instantly and Ultra Magnus starts counting the seconds with his unfolding fingers. A bright smile comes over his face as the Lancia is heard tearing onto the base. The white Wrecker nudges the taller officer out of the way as he unfolds and then flicks a hand up, "Geeze, don't just stand there! Get Ratchet! He needs to know the trine is coming back together again!"
Ultra Magnus gives Wheeljack a rare gift: his laughter. Wheeljack cants his helm with his own sour-bemused look, "Oh shut up." The explosives expert can't believe Ultra Magnus set him up like that. In return, Wheeljack gives Ultra Magnus a rare gift in return: respect. "Sir, would you be so kind as to inform Ratchet that his best friend is only a few planets away."
With a tip to his helm, Magnus taps a piece of the message. Wheeljack's jaw drops. "Oh dear Primus! Elita and Firestar are going to go nuts."
Magnus smirks again and brings a finger to his lips as if to keep this a secret. Wheeljack's optics go wide and smirks shaking his head. "You are going to be slag when she finds out."
"I'll take my chances with that," he flicks back over his shoulder as he heads down the hall, "Get us ready."
Wheeljack's spark is already prepared to launch in excitement to seeing his science friend and swiftly tips two finger off his helm, "Yes SIR!"
"Preceptor? What's going on, Wheeljack?" Fowler asks and then shouts down the hall noticing the General has purposefully avoided his previous conversation as well. "We AREN'T done, Ultra Magnus!" The great mech keeps walking although his smirk broadens.
But Wheeljack is too engrossed in this message that he tunes out the human's rant. "Hum, whaa… oooo, heheh." Fowler is about to walk out of the base when he sees something that baffles him:
Ratchet races down the hall and nearly slams into Wheeljack trying to see the transmitted message. He laughs with Wheeljack about the secret part of the message and then swiftly closes the message with the sound of femme voices coming their way. The two engineering mechs share a secret smile making the femmes wary.
Wheeljack thumbs to the pinging mark on a map of the solar system, "Ironhide and I are going to pick up Perceptor. Looks like the team is really coming back together. With that genius of a sniper, we just might have turned the tides of this war."
Optimus and Ultra Magnus come down the hall sharing their own secret smile with sweet looks towards Elita and her team. She scowls at them. They are up to something and although she should be mad, it makes her spark flutter a bit to know they are having a good time together even if it is at her expense. "That's alright, you two play your little game. Me and the femme's will get you back. Just you wait."
Fowler has to laugh behind his hand; some things just never change no matter the species.
Optimus takes her hand and tries to kiss her tips in an innocent distracting way. "Elita…,"
"Nah-ha, don't even 'Elita' me, Prime. I know where you sleep at night," she gives it right back.
Magnus sniggers, but Firestar is sneaky in pinching him right in a crease of his aft area that makes him leap. Ironhide is not let off much easier by Chromia putting a pinch and a glare in a frontal sensitive area. Springer is still stuck in the hallway though with a pink and blue femme fused to his lips. After a couple moments, he gives up and lifts her taking her back down to her quarters to finish what she just started.
Wheeljack shakes his head to the couples while making careful notes of coordinates and conditions to their destination, "And that would be a reason why I am not bound to another. Such distractions with all that touchy feely stuff and attitude to screw up my day. No thank you."
The bonded couples just stare at him until he can feel the heat of all those optics on him, "What?!" He just barely winces before Ratchet punches at the screen to hurry up.
~~~
The racing trip out to Mercury is full of excitement and anxiety. Ultra Magnus has given Wheeljack use of his ship seeing how Sledgehammer has more room than Jackhammer. Ironhide and Ratchet are just as excited to catch up with Perceptor as the pilot. In return, Magnus has promised to stand guard over the base protecting the mates until their return.
Sledgehammer circles Mercury just to give it an intense scan for any traps or Decepticon activity. Finding none, the ship comes into the furnace-like atmosphere and lands as close as possible to the melting remains of Drift's ship 'Speck'. Ironhide, Wheeljack and Ratchet run through the blazing heat and bang on the warped door. Wheeljack and Ratchet are the ones to call out a phrase that means something only to the red genius inside.
It takes quite a bit of tugging on both sides of the hatch to get it opened, and then closed back up. The two white mechs beam and yank the red one into their grasp before pulling him back so they can get a good look at him. Perceptor waves off both of their concerns swiftly.
"Please, it's not me you need to worry about. Ratchet, please…come." He pulls the medic over to the sea foam green femme crouched in the center of the sweltering ship.
Ratchet crouches down before her. "Moonracer? Let me look at you."
Moonracer opens her arms, "Not me, Ratchet, our daughter."
Both Wheeljack and Ratchet's jaws drop to the little black and green bundle in her arms. That helm design looks just like… they both look up to Perceptor. Perceptor shoves that all aside and pushes his concern back to the little one, "Please, Ratchet, what's wrong with her?"
Ratchet takes the little thing and strokes over her lethargic face. "Hey there little one, let old Uncle Ratchet look at you." He tries to scan her but the readings are jumping all over the place. Swiping at his perspiring brow he, shakes his head. "Look, let's get you three out of here and we can do this enroot back to Earth, alright?"
Moonracer bites her lip, "Um, it's not just us."
A dark green and white femme steps out of the cargo hold, "Hello Wheeljack."
"Greenlight…," his spark falls. He thought she was dead. Hell, recently everyone has thought everyone else were dead!
She flushes seeing him stunned. A sheepish smile comes out over his normally cocky mug, "Hey there, Greenie."
Ironhide brings everyone around when there is another pop of buckling metal. "Look, grab whatever you need, this thing is imploding fast. Where is Drift?" Preceptor sadly shakes his head. Ironhide lays a hand on the scientist's shoulder, "I'm sorry, but we have to move. NOW!"
Moonracer shoves over all the reflective and thermal blankets she can find in order to protect her little one from the ravages of the outside elements. Perceptor wraps an arm around her shoulder and tugs them towards the door grabbing a trio of swords off the wall. Ironhide, Wheeljack and Perceptor kick the door out. Ironhide uses the rest of his body to hunch over and shield the bundle in Ratchet's arms while Perceptor and Moonracer follow close behind. Once they are secured inside, the elevator is dropped back down and Wheeljack helps Greenlight with the few crates of supplies and data pads that can be salvaged.
Once on board, Wheeljack is swift to active the flight controls. Ironhide leans in, "Give her over to me, I'll blow the ship. You go be with your brother." Sadly, they both have to agree. The red mech motions for Greenlight to make sure Wheeljack and heads to the rear to help Ratchet. He figures the least he can do is send a close friend to stand at a fellow bondmech's side as his sparkling is being examined.
Greenlight slips her hand into Wheeljack's seeing how he is chewing on his lip for Perceptor and Moonracer. He gives her a weak smile of gratitude for staying with him and a kick to himself for the earlier comment about bondmates.
He had known her back during the science academy days. They used to be lab partners in fact. Part of where he learned some of his best explosions was with her. She was his first interfacing partner in the lab when they were supposed to be cleaning it up as detention. He never forgot his first love. Gosh did he have it bad for her. Even now, his cheeks are flaming hot with just her hand entwined with his own.
"Hey, Wheeljack…." He turns to face her and she leans in, "I've missed you real bad."
That's all he needed to hear. She hasn't let time and war stop her own first-love for him. If anything, it's not first love, it's only love. He pulls her close and wraps his arms around her tightly to whisper into her audio, "When we get back to Jackhammer, I would like to give you something that I should have a long time ago."
She rolls her cheek against his chest and looks up as he continues, "I should have come on that mission to find Elita with Optimus. I'm kicking myself for that! I could have… given it to you then."
"Wheeljack?" She can't imagine what he is talking about. Pulling one hand from her back, he sides it down her arm to catch her hand and slip it under his asbargo. She blinks understanding his gift is his spark. "Y-you're sure?"
He jerks his helm back toward his brethren geniuses, "Look, if those two are sneaky enough to have and hidden mates, then it leaves me as the idiot to be too afraid to even try."
Greenie looks from concerned Perceptor to wonderful Ratchet doing his duty. Likewise both Perceptor and Moonracer are doing theirs by listening and asking detailed questions as their infant is examined.
"I think I need to think about it a little, but Wheeljack…I never stopped loving you and I don't blame you for anything." Her hand soothes over his spark chamber. She didn't say no, but she's not jumping for joy either.
He turns back to her, stilling her hand over his chest, "Shh, it's alright. I know, a lot has gone one since the first time we met, but there's a lot that has been going on back at our base as well."
The green femme begs him to continue but he shakes his head lightly, "Later, right now, let's look at our little niece."
As they crouch down in front of the berth beside Ratchet, he is giving the parents the final news. Moonracer leans into her mate's comfort and he is sighing in great relief hearing these words, "I think she's going to be fine. I want to run a more detail test when I get back to base with better equipment, but right now, it looks like heat stroke and a bit of malnutrition. I know, your supplies were worse than limited, but it should be fine. There's a little bit here on Sledgehammer that should help. Hold her for now."
Ratchet pats Wheeljack's shoulder to reassure him too that he's not blowing smoke but stating the truth. Then he gives a warm smile to his engineer friend's former lover. "Hello Greenlight, good to have you back among the femme division again."
"Division?" Both femmes ask at the same time. Ratchet just chuckles and wanders over to get what he needs for the sparkling. "What's he talking about?"
Wheeljack smiles, "Oh I hate to spoil surprises. Now you two, spill the bolts. How long have you two been mated and when did she come along?"
Moonracer takes the modified bottle Ratchet gives her and the little one tries to suck it all down at once making her job a bit harder. That leaves Perceptor to answer the question.
"Not long after you took off Wheeljack. Drift, Moonracer, and I were to cover the retreat of another team. Needless to say our position got over run and we had to run for our lives."
Moonracer shakes her head to all the details being left out and presses a hand to his lips making the other two nerds laugh lightly. "I got shot in the aft. Drift was piloting that left Percy here to see to my injuries. What can I say?"
Perceptor takes her hand away although he is flushing badly, "That's not the case at all!"
Greenlight thumbs to Moonracer, "Powerglide was an aft. Mooney could do better, we all knew that!" Everyone nods and the sea foam sniper adjusts the proof of her love for the red sniper in her arms. Yeah Powerglide might have been a mistake, but luckily she didn't give him her spark. She shoves that jab aside by coming back to the current mech in her life.
"Still, Percy got a good look at my aft and-" She looks up to him but he looks away flaming bad. So she goes cheeky and continues, "I told him I thought I had something stuck in my chest plate."
Now the whistles come out to her sneaky ways. Perceptor huffs and stands up to get away from the teasing and interrogation. Moonracer can see he is hurt and pouts quickly. The other two mechs know their third well enough. Ratchet thumbs Moonracer towards the cargo bay to ease the damage she has done. Carefully she slips the now dozing infant into Greenie's arms and makes her way over to her sulking mate.
With a tug to his elbow, takes him into the small cargo room. As soon at the door is shut, she is surprised to find herself pinned by the taller yet lithe and skilled hands. "Do you really want me to tell them how it REALLY happened? Do you really want me to tell them how you compromised our position by grabbing my hand and pleasuring yourself? Do you really want me to tell them how you begged and squirmed your way-"
He crushes his mouth hard over hers making her moan into it. He grabs her hand this time and slides it between their bodies so she can feel how hot both of them are. The pent up tension between them is aching and agonizing. Both are brutally hard in their clasps with mouth, teeth and hands. Now that they have been saved and their daughter will live, the floodgates of his reserve has been blown to smithereens. All his emotions are cascading upon her and she is finding it erotic and wonderful that he is letting it all out finally.
His best friend Drift died helping them escape. Threw himself over carrying-Moonracer so Perceptor could make precision shots as hellfire rained down on them all. The acid shots bore through his white armor and straight into his spinal column swiftly poisoning him. The great mech bit down hard in his agony, but Moonracer heard it all and his dying breath.
By the time Perceptor had enough of the enemy at bay so they could continue, Drift was death-grey. No time to mourn, he grabbed the swords and shoved his dead partner off to drag his mate away. Silently they made a run for the shuttle Greenlight was keeping hidden and warmed as the next wave came after them. Moonracer took the swords tossed at her and Perceptor took over the controls coldly as the shuttle was pelted with more acid shots.
He never spoke of his feelings of Drift's death. Today with Ratchet was the first sign of his concern over the health of his daughter. Right now is his first sign of concern over his mate and the agony he endured watching her birth the little surprise during their futile attempt to join any fraction of their faction. He has stayed nothing but firm and strong for them all and NOW Moonracer is going to tease him among his brothers?
No. He's going to make it perfectly clear he was not tricked or shy in his attention to her presentation. He knew damn well he wanted her all along. He knew damn well he could make her happy in spark, soul, and body even before she hooked up with that idiot flyer. Right now, he is going to make her scream again and make it clear to everyone else just how 'cute' he really is.
Yanking his mouth away from hers, he bites hard into her neck. "Shit!" she snaps out loudly and he slides her own hand against herself under the armor. He smiles and bites again when she whines then presses a bit lower making her cry out again.
Moonracer always knew Perceptor to be a passionate mech. It's clear by the way he dives into his studies. The time and effort he puts into keeping his rifle clean and perfect and his skills honed. His stance on why he became a sniper in of its self is the definition of passion. So when Drift egged her to let Percy know how she really felt, she just had to be a bit too cheeky and paid for it. Yes, there was the moment he saw her aft, and then her chest, but it was the next day when all the restraints came to a shattering end.
Perceptor licks and nibbles into her, peeling away her armor in the small room to remind her of that night under a moonless sky. That's right, he's going to strip her bare but not himself. With a knee pressed to the wall, he has her straddle his thigh and continue his work. "Cute? That's not what you said that night!"
Moonracer is squirming again and even lets off a scream as he has her touch just the right area. His other hand grabs her other one as well and has her releasing only one piece of his armor. He didn't intend, but he too lets off a long moan.
They haven't interfaced since before the death of Drift. That tiny shuttle with Greenlight on board hasn't left any privacy. On top of that, their daughter's health certainly quashed any physical needs. Right now with all those other bots, a larger ship and their daughter in safe hands, the two need to reunite.
"Percy PLEASE!" Moony cries out.
"Please what?" It was supposed to come out analytical but there's too much husk to his voice as she grabs him a bit more harshly again. This time he grunts and brings himself closer to finish the joining.
That night, that seems so long ago, she snuck up on his position and nibbled into his nape making his hand shake. Just to be a further tease, she licked each side of his neck bringing an erotic shiver to his spine. He didn't ask what she was up to, he just held his position. He watched as she took his free hand and brought it to her lips and clenched his jaw tight when she more than kissed it. Whispering his nick name, she began to suckle his fingers. Still he flicked his optics back and forth between her and his sentry post.
He said nothing, just watching. So she began to remove bits of her armor and take his hand to pan and explore over her body. He more than liked it. Moonracer is no harlot. The only other mech she had been with was a loser and he more than once wanted to shoot the bastard himself! So to find her giving herself to him, here? Damn. Hot damn!
Gripping the side of her naked hip to still it's strokes, he takes an extended examination of the area. No one in sight, he turns his attentions back to her with both hands. He will not say if he has had a femme before or not, but even he knows all femmes are different. He lets Moonracer glide his hands where she needs them most, and then, takes over from there with lips, tongue and anything else within his quiver of desire.
Just like right now in the closet, she moans, cries out his name, pleads for more grinding and writhing against his skilled moves. And just like that night high atop a building, he crests her more than once before sheathing himself and bringing her spark out to play with his own. From there, the dual merging and flares of passion turn heads and draw attention towards the couple making a new life together.
This time though, instead of being answered by a volley of weapons fire while still physically joined; they are left alone to cool down. Perceptor sinks to the floor keeping her impaled in his lap. He strokes his fingers down the harsh bite marks as the other trails up and down her spine, "I love you more than anything."
"I know…I know. I know you know I need you more than anything," She snuggles against him. "Thank you for staying alive." It's her way of saying she is sorry Drift gave his life for their family. For that, he wraps his arms tightly around her and won't let go.
~~~
When Sledgehammer comes to rest back on Earth, Ultra Magnus, Ironhide and Optimus can not contain their smiles as the elevator drops revealing Greenlight and Moonracer. The other femme's dash over and clinging to their long lost teammates. When the elevator drops again, it's Optimus who has the first tear in his optic to what Perceptor has so preciously in his arms. The femmes don't see it until Perceptor lays the precious gift into his leader's arms making Optimus choke.
Even though his own mate is expecting his first sparkling, here in his arms is a sign of new hope of all Transformers. Ultra Magnus pats the father warmly on the shoulder in awe of what is to come for himself. Ironhide just silently gapes to the little one and reaches out to clutch his own love closer. Moonracer slips her arms around her wonderful mate and snuggles into him much to the surprise of her division.
The sound of a helicopter coming in has Optimus shielding the little one with his hunched form. The time has come, there's no hiding it any longer with the children piling out and asking in their jumble of questions to what he holds.
Optimus kneels down and shows them the tiny gift of life. "The first of our future."
Fowler blinks and looks up to Ultra Magnus. The blue mech's voice is heavy with reverence, "This is the answer to your question." That makes William Fowler's shoulders relax completely.
The tide of the war certainly has turned.