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Cure ch13:
Wheeljack’s optics flashed.
“Aaaah, it’s going to be a vent of fresh air to have a femme around again. They just manage to bring… I dunno, another level of order to things. And their processing paths are refreshingly different! I’ll finally have two sided assessments of my work… assuming she doesn’t mind giving an opinion.”
Bumblebee snickered.
“Sounds like someone already has a crush on my ex.”
Wheeljack huffed.
“Just because I’m happy we have a representative of the fairer processing type on board at last, doesn’t mean I have a ‘crush’.”
“The colour of your helm lights says different. And are you sure it’s the fairer processor you’re interested in and not the frame type?”
The spy grinned broadly as the Lancia became even more flustered.
“Geez! Can’t a mech be happy to see a femme again without others assuming they just wanna cross wires? So what if I DO appreciate her frame type as well? There’s an aesthetic poetry to them that you just don’t see in mechs… well, except maybe Sunstreaker, but I’m talking curves! Anyway, you’re not in any position to tease me, she took YOUR seal.”
The both of them cracked up laughing.
Their laughter only doubled when Blaster strode in and exclaimed something about how unbelievably awesome it was that they finally had a femme on board.
SeekerBee ch4:
“You have to what?”
Bumblebee couldn’t help but smirk at Prowl and Jazz’s impeccable timing as they mirrored each other’s surprise.
“Skyfire and I have to teach the Aerialbots how to interface. And how to deal with their first heat, by extension.
“I thought that was what you said.” Jazz mumbled, a sly grin curling his lip-plates. “Soooo how much experience DO you have breaking seals exactly?”
Bumblebee gave them a sheepish grin. “Uhummm… uh, a lot actually.”
Prowl’s door-wings shot up at this, optics flashing. “I knew you were popular among your circle of Seekers in Vos, but how much is ‘a lot’?”
Bumblebee’s wings waggled nervously and he avoided their optics, still with that sheepish expression on his face-plate.
“You know how I was a flight instructor for young Seekers? Uh, well… I instructed a few of the older ones when they hit their first heats too. I didn’t interface with many of them, just broke the seals and showed them what it was about with some oral. They trusted me, it was expected of youth instructors like me to be able to do that kinda thing in Vos.”
Prowl gaped, and Jazz chuckled at him. Both he and the mini-seeker knew Praxus had had a much stricter social order in the old days. Places like Vos and Tarn were seen as downright exotic in comparison to Praxus.
“Well, sounds like ya really are the best bot for the job then.” Jazz grinned from audio to audio, brushing his fingers over a black wing, earning a purr from Bumblebee.
Reprogramming ch12:
Wheeljack ex-vented and turned onto his side, staring unseeingly out at his room.
He offlined his optics and shuddered as memories instantly flashed through his meta.
He faced them, processed them, as much as they sickened or disgusted him.
As wrong as he felt prying into memories that weren’t his, he needed to face them, because Bumblebee was not. And he wouldn’t expect him to.
He curled in on himself with the recollection of just how physically painful the purge had been.
Even the memory of Shockwave’s claw on the little mech’s spark was unbearable.
How did he survive???
An overwhelming wave of despair shuddered through him, but it wasn’t his. Not really. It was sympathy pain.
Suffering none of them could stop… Primus he felt helpless
Cure ch13:
Wheeljack’s optics flashed.
“Aaaah, it’s going to be a vent of fresh air to have a femme around again. They just manage to bring… I dunno, another level of order to things. And their processing paths are refreshingly different! I’ll finally have two sided assessments of my work… assuming she doesn’t mind giving an opinion.”
Bumblebee snickered.
“Sounds like someone already has a crush on my ex.”
Wheeljack huffed.
“Just because I’m happy we have a representative of the fairer processing type on board at last, doesn’t mean I have a ‘crush’.”
“The colour of your helm lights says different. And are you sure it’s the fairer processor you’re interested in and not the frame type?”
The spy grinned broadly as the Lancia became even more flustered.
“Geez! Can’t a mech be happy to see a femme again without others assuming they just wanna cross wires? So what if I DO appreciate her frame type as well? There’s an aesthetic poetry to them that you just don’t see in mechs… well, except maybe Sunstreaker, but I’m talking curves! Anyway, you’re not in any position to tease me, she took YOUR seal.”
The both of them cracked up laughing.
Their laughter only doubled when Blaster strode in and exclaimed something about how unbelievably awesome it was that they finally had a femme on board.
SeekerBee ch4:
“You have to what?”
Bumblebee couldn’t help but smirk at Prowl and Jazz’s impeccable timing as they mirrored each other’s surprise.
“Skyfire and I have to teach the Aerialbots how to interface. And how to deal with their first heat, by extension.
“I thought that was what you said.” Jazz mumbled, a sly grin curling his lip-plates. “Soooo how much experience DO you have breaking seals exactly?”
Bumblebee gave them a sheepish grin. “Uhummm… uh, a lot actually.”
Prowl’s door-wings shot up at this, optics flashing. “I knew you were popular among your circle of Seekers in Vos, but how much is ‘a lot’?”
Bumblebee’s wings waggled nervously and he avoided their optics, still with that sheepish expression on his face-plate.
“You know how I was a flight instructor for young Seekers? Uh, well… I instructed a few of the older ones when they hit their first heats too. I didn’t interface with many of them, just broke the seals and showed them what it was about with some oral. They trusted me, it was expected of youth instructors like me to be able to do that kinda thing in Vos.”
Prowl gaped, and Jazz chuckled at him. Both he and the mini-seeker knew Praxus had had a much stricter social order in the old days. Places like Vos and Tarn were seen as downright exotic in comparison to Praxus.
“Well, sounds like ya really are the best bot for the job then.” Jazz grinned from audio to audio, brushing his fingers over a black wing, earning a purr from Bumblebee.
Reprogramming ch12:
Wheeljack ex-vented and turned onto his side, staring unseeingly out at his room.
He offlined his optics and shuddered as memories instantly flashed through his meta.
He faced them, processed them, as much as they sickened or disgusted him.
As wrong as he felt prying into memories that weren’t his, he needed to face them, because Bumblebee was not. And he wouldn’t expect him to.
He curled in on himself with the recollection of just how physically painful the purge had been.
Even the memory of Shockwave’s claw on the little mech’s spark was unbearable.
How did he survive???
An overwhelming wave of despair shuddered through him, but it wasn’t his. Not really. It was sympathy pain.
Suffering none of them could stop… Primus he felt helpless