Chapter 6: Jobs

Sorry! I've a bit of a lazy aft nowadays… I thank my wonderful reviewers Wrecker Radioactive, insane is normal, Bee4Ever and journal129. Read on!

WAIT! Read journal129's fic "Hurricane"! It's sooo cute! *squee attack*

"Bond talk"

"Comm link"

'Thoughts'

Me: Right then ladies! Let's get on with the story!

Icewhip: Not so fast.

Me: What? What did I do?

Shadow: I don't appreciate having the disclaimer ignored…

Me: Aw… Fine! I don't own the Transformers, K2G or Charlie. Never had and never will.

Nightstar: That's the spirit! *smiles like a rainbow*

Me: Wow, I feel so loved right now. *sarcasm*

WARNING: This chapter will contain hints of twincest, but it is fake. If you do not like the twincest, I suggest you skip somewhere in the middle.

The next solar cycle, Optimus knocked on Nova's door. Unexpectedly, there was no answer. He knocked louder. A muffled curse was heard before a very disgruntled and half-asleep Nova opened the door.

"No, I don't have your cheese. Sir Fluffy the Magnificent does not reside in this here castle… Oh Optimus sir!" Nova snapped awake. Optimus watched in slight amusement and worry as she panicked and shut the door in his face. There was a shriek of mortification coming from the room before the door opened once again. "Sorry sir! Uh… Is there a problem? Is every bot alright? Did Icewhip offline someone? Did Nightstar's secret army of mutant glitch mice appear and terrorize Ironhide?" Nova was beginning to panic as possibilities swirled in her processor. 'There's no other reason Prime would come so early unless it's something serious!' she thought.

"To answer your questions in order, no, yes, no and I beg your pardon? I have come to discuss the duty positions that you femmes will be placed in." Optimus watched as she appeared to debate whether or not to shut the door. 'She is so adorable… PRIME! Stop thinking like that!' He tried to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his processor.

"Well, sure… I guess… It's important, isn't it?" She nervously shifted her weight from one pede to the other, oblivious to the internal battle that was waging within Optimus. Optimus nodded and walked off, gesturing for her to follow.

The pair was silent as they passed down the corridors, making their way to Optimus's office. Nova was feeling extremely jittery as the duo passed by multiple mechs along the hallways. It wasn't the fact that she was unfamiliar with them that was causing her unease, (Yes, there was that but she could still put a name to most of their faces) but it was because they were staring so openly at her. She felt more than a little violated as she and Optimus walked by, able to feel the other optics raking along her frame.

Of course, this had not gone unnoticed by Optimus and his fist clenched at the thought of so many mechs daring to make his femme uncomfortable. 'Whoa. Where did that come from? I've barely even known her for a cycle!' He shook his helm to clear the possessive thought.

"Is something wrong?"

He glanced over at the lavender femme beside him, her expression unreadable due to the visor and mask. "No, it's nothing. I have not been recharging much…"

"Then why are you here so early in person? You could have sent Jazz or Prowl! One of these cycles you are going to overwork yourself! Do I have to get Ratchet to weld your aft to the berth?" She quickly covered her face mask with her servo and made a noise of embarrassment. 'D-Did I just…'

Optimus chuckled, the sound sending pleasant shivers down her back struts. "I will take your advice to spark." Both of them soon stood outside his office and he gently guided her into the room before the door shut behind them.

"Ian and Anthony were walking down an alleyway, when they thought they heard a noise coming from a dumpster. They thought it was a tuna sandwich, but it was a cute guinea pig; so they adopted him and named him Charlie. Charlie, Charlie the drunk guinea pig; Charlie, Charlie the drunk guinea pig!"

Nightstar and Swiftstreak were holding servos and singing while skipping down the corridor on the way to the lounge to get some Energon when there were two voices they recognized coming from another direction. Nightstar's optics had a wicked gleam in them as she gestured for Swiftstreak to keep silent. Both of them peered around the corner to find Optimus and Nova chatting as they walked down the corridor towards the main lounge.

"Did ya get everything?" Swiftstreak blocked out every other bot's part of the bond so only she and Nightstar could hear each other without any bot eavesdropping.

"Yeah, I did. Still can't make out the words though." Nightstar replied, ever the resident blackmailer.

"Never mind, this is good enough. You want us to reveal ourselves?" A gleam in Nightstar's optics verified her offer.

"Hey, watcha dooooooin'?" Both of them jumped out at the same time, startling both bots. Nova immediately escaped behind Optimus before realizing what she just did.

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" She stepped back, rubbing the back of her helm in embarrassment. Swiftstreak and Nightstar shared a knowing look which had not gone unnoticed by Nova. "Tell me you didn't! You didn't… Did you?" Pure panic thrummed in her spark as Nightstar tapped her helm meaningfully. "Get back here! I will eradicate every single piece of blackmail in your processor! YA GLITCH! DON'T TRY AND ESCAPE ME!" She ran after the giggling pair, Nightstar playing Puffy Ami Yumi's K2G as she chased them around the base, leaving a shocked Optimus in her wake.

The three of them soon ended up in the main lounge, Nova able to bring them down with a well-timed tackle. Icewhip just spared them a cursory glance before sighing and saying, "You three had best hurry up and get your Energon. Arcee and Flareup are on their way to give us a tour of the base." Shadow walked over to her twin and helped her up. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe sneaked up behind them, ready to give the other set of twins a fright when the two femmes suddenly whirled around and aimed air horns at them, swiftly pressing the triggers.

"KYA!"

"ARGH!"

The Terror Twins fell backwards onto their afts, shocked into silence at the unexpected retaliation. The entire lounge had gone quiet at this turn of events before every bot broke out into laughter.

"You don't mess with the twins!" Both of them bumped hips and high-fived each other, Shadow gave a half-smile while Swiftstreak had a full-blown grin on her face plates.

"H-How?" Sunstreaker spluttered.

"No one ever knows when we sneak up on them…" Sideswipe murmured.

"Admit it, you've met yer match Terror Twins!" Swift laughed as she and Shadow sauntered contently back to the femmes.

Suddenly, Ironhide burst through the door, guns blazing and optics flashing wildly. The lounge was quiet once more. "WHERE ARE THOSE SLAGGERS?! I AM PERSONALLY GOING TO OFFLINE THEM!"

"Nice paintjob." Swiftstreak's offhand comment about his new, hot pink frame colour had Ironhide turn his attention to her.

"You think this is funny?" He was about to take a step towards her when two coloured streaks shot past him, gaining his attention as he turned and ran after them, screaming bloody murder.

"Blaming you when he had no evidence? I don't like him, Ash." Shadow said through their twin bond.

"It's alright; he's always been like that, remember? Anyways, what have I told you about using human names?" Swift punched her twin lightly on the arm.

"Fine, Swiftstreak; I still don't like him though."

"What say you and I prank him later?"

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Shadow gave another half-smile as they sipped their Energon and chatted. Flareup and Arcee appeared soon after Crystal had finished her Energon.

"Well, are y'all ready to go?" Arcee asked.

"Yeah, let's go!" They chorused and quickly disposed of their Energon containers.

"To the Med Bay my fellow victims! Uh… I mean femmes." Flareup joked lightly. They laughed as they walked towards the Med Bay.

When they reached the Med Bay, the first thing they noticed was the two pranksters getting patched up by an irate Ratchet with Moonracer standing nearby.

"Ohai Hatchet!" Nightstar called out cheerfully, ducking her helm in time for a wrench to go sailing over it and clocking Swift on the shoulder instead.

"I didn't do anything wrong! Why me?! They whole world hates meh!" She went over to her 'emo corner', as dubbed by her friends.

"Swiftstreak, not the whole world's like that you know. Get up." Shadow said brusquely as she offered her servo.

"Shadowhunter, the emotionless one, is finally beginning to show her feelings! Is this merely sibling care? Or will it spiral into something more? Watch next week's episode to find out!" Every bot in the Med Bay turned to Nightstar with a look of horror on their face plates except for said twins and Icewhip, who looked unsurprised at her outburst.

"I normally support twincest but this is where I draw the line! How could you get that sort of idea in your processor? I feel so… so…" Nova's yell through the bond was directed at her second in command, but the medic paid her no mind. Nightstar just beamed back happily at every bot before waving her servo in a wishy-washy "never mind" manner.

"It's possible isn't it? I mean, think about it."

Swiftstreak looked over at Shadow, the mischievous gleam in her optics speaking volumes. Shadow's optics flashed once, indicating her agreement. Shadow pulled Swiftstreak up gently.

"T-Thank you." She said meekly. On cue, she blushed enough for every bot to be able to see the colour change.

"My pleasure. Now, on the subject of pleasure… I remember that one time late into the lunar cycle…" Shadow twirled her around and dipped her back, bringing their faces close. Too close.

Swift's blush deepened. "S-Shadow! D-Don't tell them about that, please! Not in front of all of them!"

"I love it when you beg." Shadow brushed nasal ridges with Swiftstreak. "But more so if it's in the dark…"

The resounding clangs of seven frames hitting the ground had the amorous pair straighten and fist-bump each other. Ratchet, Moonracer, Arcee, Flareup and Nova were out cold on the Med Bay floor, while the Terror Twins had glitched and fallen back onto the berths. Repulsion was reflected on all of the face plates except for Nova's, which was covered by her face mask so no one could tell what her real expression was. Nightstar… She had a creepy grin on hers, a wicked gleam in her optics as she muttered, "Artworks… All the artworks… And blackmail! I cannot forget the blackmail…"

"I don't know why I bother anymore… Exposing an innocent spark to such filth, you should be ashamed of yourselves!" Icewhip removed her servos from Crystal's optics as she glared darkly at the twins, her 'older sister mode' kicking in. Nightstar was busy re-onlining the bots that had glitched.

"I has blackmaaaaiiillll…" Nightstar sang as she onlined the last bot. A quick punch to the shoulder was followed by a heavy mass of lavender purple tackling her to the ground.

"You had better hope I find every single shred of blackmail and erase it from your processor or I will make your life a living Pit!" They wrestled on the ground, Nightstar clearly having the upper hand before both were zapped with a Taser.

"Knock it off, both of you! Save it for training!"

"Shuddup!" Both of them said at the same time. Swiftstreak retreated to her emo corner once again. Icewhip sighed and gestured for Shadow to help her and they tore the tussling pair apart. They immediately calmed down, but Shadow and Icewhip still kept them apart for a couple of nanokliks before releasing them.

"Amigo!"

"Compadre!"

Both of them hugged awkwardly. "Talk about bipolar…" Sunstreaker muttered. Ratchet was staring at both of them and scanning them frantically to check if their processors were glitching.

"Hey bro! What sort of act did they just pull just now?" Sideswipe asked his twin.

"Don't know and don't care." However, Sideswipe could clearly feel his brother's curiosity through their bond.

"It's been stellar cycles since the last twincest act… I wonder what triggered it." Nova thought out loud.

"An act? Why would any bot want to act like that?" Moonracer shuddered in disgust.

"Let's say that on Earth that both of them liked to watch this certain show…" Nova said.

"And we also had to get some parts to fix our ship from humans, so we had to have hologram… things." Nightstar continued.

"A lot of other… humans had taken more than a passing interest in the twins." Icewhip resumed.

"So they had to keep up the act to keep those sorts of people away." The three of them vented at the same time.

"Of course, they never do it unless they feel threatened, in the mood for a prank or just to make other bots glitch." Crystal said. Icewhip looked at her in horror before turning to the twins.

"See what you did? You two have corrupted our Crystal!" Nightstar placed a servo to her helm overdramatically and swooned.

"And who was the one on the side-lines encouraging them?" Nightstar whistled cheerily and looked around the Med Bay, pretending that Icewhip's statement was not directed at her.

"Ahem… ANYWAY; Nightstar, you'll be working here with Ratchet and train under him." Arcee cleared her vocal processors and tried to change the subject.

"Yay! I can learn how to throw wrenches!" Nightstar cheered, easily dodging the wrench that was coming her way.

"Let's leave shall we? We still have to get you to your duties!" Flareup said as she and Arcee ushered the femmes out of the Med Bay.

"Younglings these days…" They heard Ratchet mutter as the door slid shut behind them.

The femmes headed towards the communications room. "Here's where a couple of you will be working." Arcee waved to a red mech with a silver face and cobalt blue optics that happened to walk out of the room at that time. He quickly noticed her and made his way over to them. "This is Blaster; he's in charge here."

"Hello." Blaster's optics travelled from one femme to another as they greeted him in their own fashion.

"H-Hey."

"Hello."

"MONKEYS!"

"Hiyas!"

"Meh."

"Hi." Blaster's optics settled on the last one that had spoken. She was the shortest femme of the group and the prettiest (in his optics). Meeting his optics momentarily, she smiled lightly before looking away with a blush on her face plates. There were two savage growls followed by a couple of zaps and the smell of slightly burnt circuits.

The twins were standing behind their lightly smoking seniors, looking ready to take action at any given moment. Swiftstreak had her Taser activated and charging with electricity.

"N-Nova! Icewhip! I-I'm alright with it!" Two snarls answered her sentence. "Really! I'm alright! Please!" They quieted down and sheepishly squeaked an apology to both her and Blaster.

Flareup blinked. "What just happened?"

"Uh… Both of them are super protective about Crystal so… yeah." Swift explained. "She's been hurt many times before; mostly by mechs who try to take advantage of her."

"Oh… So both of them are like Crystal's guardians aren't they?" Arcee suddenly saw the situation in a new light.

"But sometimes we get a bit over the top." Nova admitted.

"So… who's working with me?" Blaster tried breaking up the tense atmosphere. It worked.

"The twins and Crystal will be organizing reports and keep an optic on the radar for Decepticons hacking into the system or entering the area." Flareup said. "Yes Crystal?" She asked as Crystal shyly raised her servo.

"Do we have to hack into the Decepticons' system sometimes?"

"Yes and no. If you do have to hack, it'll be Blaster doing most of the work." Arcee answered her.

"We have three stations that hold reports; Prowl's work space and the two backups, one of which is this room. So, if only one gets hacked or infected we can track them back to the source and shut down whatever virus is there." Blaster explained. "The other backup room is Prime's office where he can oversee everything."

"Nova, you're working there." Flareup said, secretly enjoying the panicked manner of the lavender armoured femme.

"Hold up. WHAT?!" Nova was genuinely freaking out.

"It's another epic romance!" Nightstar teased her commander.

"Shut up!" Nova shot back.

"It is true. You will be working with Optimus and Elita." Prowl suddenly appeared behind the group, causing everyone but Icewhip and Shadow to jump in surprise. "Sorry. I did not mean to startle all of you. In any case, Icewhip will be working with me to transfer data from the radar and other system checks and so forth."

"No probs Prowlie!" Nightstar said, cheerfully ignoring Prowl's optic twitch.

"Now there's a femme after mah own spark!" Jazz addressed Nightstar as he materialized behind Icewhip and placed a servo on the Seeker's shoulder. The jet shrieked and jumped into Prowl's arms.

"That was very out of character…" Shadow muttered.

"Prowl's looking like he's about to glitch! Betcha he will!" Swiftstreak nudged Crystal and both of them mentally giggled.

"Why are all of you looking at me like that…?" She blinked and unconsciously curled into Prowl's chassis before realizing just who she was on. "OHMIGOSHIMSOSORRY!" Icewhip jumped down and immediately began apologizing to Prowl profusely. There were a few sparks coming from his helm as his optics offlined and he fell backwards with an almighty crash.

Nightstar and Jazz were looking at Icewhip in awe. "Ah now respect ya." They both said at the same time before looking at each other in shock and looking away, blushing.

"Uh…Ah'll just bring Prowlie ta Ratchet now 'kay? Blaster, could ya give meh a helpin' servo?" Jazz stuttered. He then proceeded to bring Prowl to the Med Bay with Blaster assisting him.

"Well, now that awkward slag is over and done with, on with the tour!" Arcee cheered and led the group elsewhere.

"They seem to be a good bunch of femmes." Prowl commented outside the Med Bay after being brought back online by Ratchet.

"Aww… Prowlie, ya don't have any comment 'bout what their TIC did?" Jazz teased.

"I was the nearest bot next to her when she was startled. I do not see any other explanation for that." Prowl said emotionlessly. However, he could not stop the gentle blush on his face plates as he thought of the overprotective Seeker. Unfortunately, it seemed that Primus was feeling cruel that cycle and Jazz noticed the colour change.

"Daww… Yer blushin'!" Jazz and Blaster laughed at Prowl struggling to keep an indifferent expression.

"Back to your duties. I am sure Prime will not be pleased if he finds his communications officer missing from his post." Prowl twitched his doorwings and walked down the corridor, his processor replaying the events that had happened that cycle over and over.

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-Love, Nova