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Several megacycles later, the lock beeps at him, and he lets Skywarp back in for his midday refueling. The bot gives him a horrified look, "I can't overload!"

Perceptor gives him an even blanker look than his usual expression, "I doubt that. I am not letting you overload on my berth with me on your lap again."

Skywarp dances from ped to ped, "I can try while you're not here, and try collecting the data? I like overloading! And I can't right now! You said you fixed the code!"

The code was fixed. But it wouldn't do him any harm to indulge the Seeker in this, and he'd be able to definitively prove he was lying. "Alright. Open up and let me hook the datapad up. Then I'm leaving the room."

Skywarp vents a sigh of relief, cockpit glass sliding open for him. He watches Perceptor attach the datapad. "I'll just . . . try my best to overload?"

"That is what you said you'd do," Perceptor turns away, and walks out the door. He leans on the wall, working on the more code to fix the personalities of the seekers.

It is almost an entire breem later that Skywarp opens up the door, venting hard. "I... I can't get it to work, Percy!"

"Let me check the data," he says, holding a servo out for the datapad, which Skywarp offers him. He's fully expecting to find nothing wrong; the Seeker is being horribly blatant in his desire to get Perceptor on his lap again. Scrolling slowly through the data, he pauses. That was . . . unusual. He studies the lines of code that absolutely should not exist. Perceptor certainly did not insert any code that should cause such an error. "Get back on the berth," he requests, still scrolling the data. Where in Primus's name had this code spawned from? He was more careful than this in his work.

Skywarp rushes to the berth, looking at Perceptor hopefully. Sighing softly, he walks over, and gets scooped up into the bot's lap. Skywarp is especially nervous and upset as he tries to keep from shrieking, "Do you know what the problem is?"

Giving the mech a flat look, it is very possible that Skywarp put in the code himself, he connects the pad, "Again."

The Seeker rests a servo on Perceptor's hip, "You want me to self-service while you watch me?"

"I want to discover the cause of this," he glances up, "'error,' and fix it." Perceptor starts a few viral scans. "So yes, play with your spark shard."

Skywarp purrs, keeping one servo on Perceptor's armor. "Thank you, Percy. For helping me with this." He reaches into his spark chamber to play with his wires, engine slowly heating up. Perceptor's optics flick up every now and then, against his will, to study the bot. Not to admire him.

The bot pulls out a single cable, and puts it in his mouth, licking it quite visibly even in the corner of his optics. Perceptor keeps from fidgeting, trying to ignore the way his spark pulses softly. Skywarp starts to run a claw along the sciencebot's armor, and he has to push the servo away. The larger mech gives him a disappointed look, but only goes to playing with his wings as he self services. Taking out the cable, the bot whispers, "If you touch my wings like this," he runs a single claw from base to tip, arching beautifully, "I almost overload instantly. But I like having my shard touched and the wires played with, Percy."

Perceptor's engine revs, several of his fans clicking on. He maintains a neutral expression, and does his best to focus on the data scrolling at him. The code had already begun showing up by this point when Skywarp was alone-or the bot had triggered the code intentionally by this point. He finds nothing out of the ordinary. Just the code of a bot working himself to overload.

Skywarp strokes his wing again, pinching the very tip of it, and his spark shard crackles with energy. "Oh, Percy," he whines, working his shard desperately, "I wish-" he's cut off from explaining his wish-probably the desire to have Perceptor playing with his spark shard-by his overload. Perceptor's optics slip away from the pad entirely, watching as Skywarp arches, his wings splaying out in display. The spark shard surges, and Perceptor's own spark pulses in sympathetic time with it, engine running hotter than it has in decacycles. It's hard not to open his own plates right at that moment.

Keeping the pad connected, he leaves it on the berth as he gets to the floor. Skywarp blinks at him from where he's laying loose and relaxed, "Where are you going, Percy?"

He puts a servo up to his temple, not yet pressing it, "I'm getting Slipstream. I need her to observe this, and see if you aren't just implimenting the code yourself to make me sit on your lap as you overload." Skywarp looks like he wants to protest but he just turns away, "Slipstream? Could you come here, please?"

"What do you need me for, Perceptor?" her voice is tinged with irritation.

"I need you to help me deal with Skywarp, I think he's playing with his code, and I need you to help me run tests to make sure he isn't damaging himself."

"Skywarp never plays with his own code," her irritation grows more evident, "but I'll come down and check for you."

Perceptor thanks her, and disconnects the call, waiting for her to arrive. Skywarp smiles at him, "What do you like doing on dates, Percy?"

"I'm not going on a date with you, Skywarp," Perceptor pulls out the datapad he was using earlier to write the coding.

"But!" Skywarp protests, "I want to be with you!"

Perceptor doesn't even look up, "You have never been with a bot that isn't a Seeker unless you were going to kill them. It is normal for you to grow attached, but you will also not be interested when I leave and your coding is fixed."

Skywarp gets off the berth, and curls up around him, "Nuh-uh."

Perceptor's spark pulses, and Skywarp gives his chest a fascinated look, having clearly felt that against him. "Put me down. You'll be self-servicing for Slipstream. Or Starscream. Possibly both."

Skywarp shakes his head, "I want to do it for you." He smiles shyly, petting Perceptor's helmet.

"Put me down," he insists, "You are not self-servicing with me on your lap again."

Skywarp gives him a sparkbroken look, "But..." The bot rallies himself almost admirably if it wasn't thinking about interfacing him, "What if you're not on my lap?"

"No."

Slipstream walks into his room and arches an optic ridge at the scientist. "So, you called me over because he's . . . cuddly?"

Barely restraining himself, Perceptor squirms away from Skywarp, "He claims he cannot overload without me present. There's a strange code popping up. I'd like you to inspect it."

She makes a face at him, "You want me to watch him overload himself?"

"So he does not impliment the code when I'm not present, yes."

Her face gets even more disgusted, "Couldn't you have called one of the other seekers?"

He pushes away from Skywarp, utterly failing at getting released, "I do not have their frequencies, have no interest in having their frequencies, and they do not have your expertise nor your inherent ability with working code."

She vents a sigh, "Fine. You've twisted my arm. I'll do it for you." She takes the datapad from him. Skywarp looks at her with nervous optics, wings twitching with tension. "Well, shoo," she pushes Perceptor out of the room. "Does us no good if you're in here."

Perceptor leans against the wall outside, trying to determine what he's done in his life that merits this sort of punishment.

He doesn't even have his code to work on since she took that away from him. Pulling out another one after a breem, he decides it is really too long to wait for Skywarp to finish, and starts to work on a way to contact cybertron or his twins. He's tried just comming them before, but the seekers put some sort of block on him, and he has yet to find a viable workaround when Starscream comes to harass him for progress on the projects the seeker gave him.

It is a half a megacycle later that Slipstream yanks him back in the room. Slipping the datapad away, he takes the one that she shoves at him. Glancing through it, he frowns. It is the datapad that was connected to Skywarp, and it is clear she was trying to modify it, but failing. "We will have to try this again, with both of us here, and if the code doesn't trigger, we will need to get Starscream to sit with him since I need to make sure you were not the one to give him the code."

She raises an optic ridge, "You do not trust me?"

"Not in the least."

"Smart little bot," she pats his shoulder. She picks him up and places him carefully on Skywarp's lap. "Ready to go again, Skywarp?"

Skywarp kisses the top of Perceptor's helmet. "Yes," and he lowers his voice, "I am sorry this happened before our first date, Percy." He lets Perceptor attach the datapad again.

Leaning back to watch, Slipstream grins, "Maybe if you linked cables, you'd be able to get a better read on his coding error, sciencebot."

"I'd rather not risk infecting myself with what may be a virus, thank you." The smaller bot shifts to dodge a second kiss to his head, only managing to deflect the kiss to his shoulder armor.

Slipping off of Skywarp's lap, he stands on the berth. "Begin." The mech reaches for him, and he dodges nimbly, "I told you you aren't self-servicing with me on your lap. Now start."

Skywarp outs at him, but reaches into his chamber, flaring out his wings flirtatiously, "This would be better if yo-"

"No."

Skywarp sighs, playing with his wires carefully. "Don't like Slipstream watching me," he mutters.

"And I don't enjoy watching you either," she scoffs, offlining her optics. "Let me know if his code goes wonky, Perceptor. I really don't need to watch this. Again."

"Very well," He replies, tapping on the datapad. Skywarp brightens up, adjusting how he's sitting so Perceptor has an even better view. His wing tips flirtingly in front of the datapad, inviting touch. Instead, he moves out of the way, "You do not need my help, and can do this just fine on your own. Do I need to just turn off your ability to overload entirely?"

Skywarp jerks his wings back with a muttered apology, and gets to rubbing his spark. Perceptor grits his denta and focuses on the data. He refuses to let his engine rev while Slipstream is watching. She seems to be encouraging Skywarp's obsession.

The bot overloads himself successfully again, and Perceptor scrolls through the data with frustration. Why was the code only triggering when he was not present? What sort of code acted that way?

"Slipstream, please com Starscream and ask him to come here," he murmurs as he disconnects the pad.

She lets her optics online. "Very well," her servo goes to her temple, and she starts to talk to Starscream.

Perceptor would have been listening in if Skywarp hadn't suddenly grabbed him, and pulled him into a hug, "I think our date should take place here. We can drink our energon together, and talk about what we like."

Thankful that the seeker had closed his plates, Perceptor pushes him away, "No."

Skywarp blinks at him prettily, and his spark throbs, "I'd just like to have a time where I'm not in here with my spark exposed, Percy. Couldn't we do that?"

Perceptor studies him carefully. "If you swear your plates will stay shut the entire time, and you'll keep your servos off if I ask you to, I will agree to this," he shakes his head, "date." He had the feeling that if he denied the Seeker's request, Skywarp would show up with open plates. And cuddle him for megacycles, trying to get him to open up as well. He's no longer sure he'd be able to say no the entire time.

Skywarp beams at him, "Yes! I promise." Precy makes a face as the seeker nuzzles into him, "I won't make you regret this!"

"Put me down, I only agreed to... talking and energon together. Nothing more." He's set down gently, and Skywarp watches him with wide and interested optics. Perceptor turns to Slipstream, "Is he coming?"

"He should be here any mo-" Starscream opens the door and strides in, "And here he is."

Starscream's optics take in the scene in front of him, and he tips his head to one side, "Your code worked quite well for me, sciencebot. I do not understand why it would not be working for one of my Seekers."

Perceptor shrugs, "It is quite puzzling. I would appreciate your help. The error might crop up in the code I gave you, after all."

Starscream shudders, "Do I really have to watch him self service again?"

Perceptor hands him the datapad, "You do. Just you, then with Slipstream and me if the code pops up again, and then with Slipstream without me if it doesn't pop up that time."

"What is the point of this?" Starscream mutters, snatching the pad to look through it. "Can't you just use the information you already have?"

Perceptor looks at Slipstream, "I'm not sure if she isn't giving him the code, and just claiming she isn't."

Starscream smirks, "Smart little Autobot. Very well. Get out, and we'll do this."

Slipstream stands in the hall with him this time, and glances down at him, "We could go hit my lab for a bit if you want. It's going to take them a while." When Perceptor gives her a questioning look, she continues, "Skywarp's going to take forever to rev himself up with Starscream watching. And mocking."

He gives her a blank look, lifting his arms halfsparkedly to show he can be carried, "Were you mocking him earlier?"

She picks him up, "Of course I was, that is what you do when another seeker is a complete failure at a task anyone can do."

He frowns at her, "All that did was extend my waiting period with nothing to do."

She shrugs, "I saw you managed to find something to do. Want to tell me what you were working on?"

"No."

"I bet it was a way to escape or contact someone into helping you escape. That's what I'd do."

Silence is the only answer he gives her, not wanting to admit to something that would get his datapad stolen and wiped clean.

She rubs a servo against him, testing something, "You're running hotter than normal." Slipstream grins, "Are you attracted to Skywarp? It's understandable if you are. Most bots can't resist a Seeker." She puts him down on her lab table. "Nothing at all to be ashamed of."

He glares at her, "I am just not used to having to deal with a bot self-serving in front of me."

She pats his head and smiles at him, "You could interface him, just like he wants."

Perceptor raises an optic ridge, "Just like how I could interface the other four like they want?"

"Oh, of course not, they are well and truly terrified of you, no need to ruin that. Skywarp actually likes you."

As far as Perceptor could tell, Skywarp didn't like him, so much as he liked the thought of interfacing him. It was an important distinction. Skywarp knew nothing about him. And Perceptor truly did not enjoy interfacing with random bots; he wanted it to mean something.

"Was there something you wished me to help with?" he asks, wanting to turn the conversation away from Seekers and interfacing.

A smile tugs at the corner of Slipstream's mouth, "Alright. We'll do it your way. This time." She sets a null-ray in front of him. "I imagine, at some point, you'll end up performing maintenance on some of these. That one is horrifically broken, but it should give you an idea of how they're wired."

Looking down at it, he sighs. "Very well." Dropping into a sitting position, he pulls it into his lap, and starts to take it apart.

It is an entire megacycle and one null-ray-that-is-actually-working-now later, that a impressed Slipstream answers a comcall,"We'll be right down, Starscream."

"Did he overload?"

"Not at all," she murmurs, "As if that's any news. It seems that you are the one that gets his engine revving, Perceptor. A seeker in the room is a pale shadow in comparison."

He glares up at her, "Or you're all lying to me about this."

Her optics flash at him, and when she picks him up, her claws gouge into his armor. Her voice is pleasant enough when she tells him, "I wouldn't go saying that to Starscream, if I were you. He's not very good at controlling his temper, you see."

"I . . . see," Perceptor grits out. He tries to be positive about it-her claws cut deep, but nowhere near enough to actually penetrate his armor, so he'll be able to fix it easily enough.

She runs a claw along one of his head dials, "You are quite lucky I like you, or you would have lost this for such an accusation." He gives her a slightly horrified look, "And had to repair it on your own. We are doing this testing for you. Do not say we are faking the results."

He offlines his optics for a few astroseconds to gain his composure, "I won't again."

"You should not have done so in the first place, little Autobot. We are probably protecting you too much for you to learn what you should be while here." She pauses, giving him a hard look, "Do not think we are being cruel, it could be far worse."

Perceptor is never letting her near his twins. "I understand." He pulls out a datapad to give himself something to focus on, so he won't be expected to look at her any longer. "I have not forgotten that I am your prisoner."

"A valuable prisoner," Slipstream corrects, and her grip on him stops being painful. "Just try to remember that we are Decepticons."

He nods, adjusting the code on the pad while she opens the door to his room. He's automatically pulled out of her arms and into Skywarp's, "It still isn't working, Percy!"

Perceptor sighs, rubbing his temples, and Starscream drawls, "Not even after I showed him a recording of you in the washrack."

His head shoots up, face as expressionless as his voice, heeding Slipstream's warning, "You have footage of me in the washrack?"

Starscream gives him a disgusted look, "Oh, please. It's not like I wanted to see your scrawny aft all wet. But I'm not an idiot." He smiles, "I'm not going to let a brilliant sciencebot go unmonitored. He might get it in his processor to try and offline us, or escape." He holds out a servo, "I'll take that datapad you've been using to plot your escape, by the way."

Perceptor pulls out the pad, wiping it completely clean with a single click before offering it to Starscream, who takes it and arches an optic ridge at the empty files. "You must think yourself very clever, Autobot."

He wants to remind the seeker that is why he was kidnapped, instead he responds, "I would be foolish not to try to escape, even if it seems hopeless."

Starscream smiles at him unpleasantly, "Indeed, little Autobot. It is good your talent lies in coding and mechanics, or you'd be offlined from trying to shoot your way out." The mech turns around, "Now, let's get this over with, and I can leave you to deal with the coding to fix him. If it comes down to it, you can just shut him off entirely."

Slipstream smirks, "Or you two can interface, I'm sure you both would like that."

Starscream snickers, "I'm sure they'll get to that eventually. Autobots are stubborn." He leans forward, as if confiding a secret to Skywarp, "You'll need to woo him to get him in your berth, 'Warp."

The black and purple Seeker flinches back, optics darting to Perceptor, and then away again. "Can I-"

"Can you keep Perceptor on your lap this time? I think that's a reasonable request," Starscream leans back in the chair, crossing his legs to better display his peds. "You don't mind, do you, Perceptor?"

Perceptor offlines his optics, keeping his expression neutral, he doesn't want to deal with this longer than he has to so mentally cuts out the self-servicing in front of both Slipstream and Starscream without him there, "Very well. Let's run the last test."

The datapad is pressed into his servos, and he's carried to the berth. When he onlines his optics, he is on Skywarp's lap and the pad is already connected to the mech. It seems that Skywarp is especially nervous with both Slipstream and Starscream there, his servos shaking as he pets his shard.

"Aw," Slipstream coos, "Skywarp's afraid. Just pretend we aren't here, 'Warp."

Skywarp keens, ducking down to hide his face against Perceptor's shoulder. The smaller bot vents a sigh and pats the back of Skywarp's helmet soothingly. He needs the test results. "Please continue to rub your shard."

The seeker rubs his face on Perceptor, and the datapad shows he's doing as directed. "I d-don't like th-them looking at me, Percy," is whispered in the scientistbot's audio.

He keeps from sighing irritably, "Do not pay attention to them, Skywarp. I am right here."

Skywarp purrs, working his spark shard faster, "Will you k-keep talking to me?"

"If you need it, I suppose I will," he steadfastly ignores the laughter of the Seekers behind him, and Slipstream's "Ooh, 'Warp wants you to talk dirty to him."

"Do you feel any different when the code malfunction occurs?" Perceptor asks, tilting the datapad so he can see it easier.

Skywarp makes a tiny little gasp, that he refuses to admit makes his spark pulse with want, before answering, "I start to get worked up, and the charge goes away before I can overload."

"Is it a gradual dispersion, or instantanious?"

Skywarp lets out a soft moan, just at the cusp of hearing, he only knows because he's so close to the mech, "R-right away. Just... just stops."

Perceptor frowns, "No residual heat?"

"No," Skywarp's engines roar loudly, before he cuts the sound back, "no more than usual. Spark shard goes back like I h-hadn't even been rubbing it."

Perceptor adjusts his glasses. "It's possible the problem is originating in the allspark fragment." He has no idea how to fix that, if it proves to be the case.

Skywarp gives him a distressed look, "I'm... I'm broken?"

Perceptor looks at the datapad, scrolling back up to where the bad code cuts in, and biting his lower lip nervously, "I... don't think so. The sparkshard may be protesting my work on you." He pauses, "There is the theory that the allspark is sentient, and it wouldn't ... like that I've done this to it."

"Sentient Allspark, Autobot?" Starscream did not sound pleased with that idea. "That's just . . . trash that Autobots gossiped about."

Perceptor resists the urge to turn around and request that the Seeker shut up and allow Skywarp to finish. "I am having a difficult time coming up with alternative explanations for this strange code."

Slipstream murmurs, "So... Perceptor. Do you subscribe to this theory?"

He shrugs, and Skywarp shudders against him, "If anything, it is semi-sentient. Not completely aware, but still thinking."

Skywarp takes his servo, and rubs a claw along his palm while Slipstream continues, "So, do you still think I'm the ideal the allspark was searching for?"

Starscream squawks, "The ideal? You are a magnificent femme, Slipstream, but in terms of perfection, one cannot ever exceed the original." He adds, "Me," as if his subject had been unclear.

It would be unwise to challenge that, but Perceptor cannot just leave it unchallenged. "You were created before the Allspark was shattered, Starscream. It would be unfair to judge you by the same standards." Starscream looks like he wants to break him, so he continues, "Of course, you are the ideal for seekers that hadn't had the allspark to create them."

Starscream smirks, and settles back in his chair, "You've been trying for awhile there, 'Warp. Do you need me to send you another vid?"

The self-servicing seeker squeaks, and shakes his head rapidly, "No! I just... I..." The bot hides his face in Peceptor's shoulder again, whispering almost inaudibly, "I don't like them looking at me, Percy."

"Offline your optics, and just listen to me, Skywarp," Perceptor waits until the bot's optics are no longer glowing. "Just rub your spark shard and think about what you normally imagine when you . . .do this."

Skywarp gasps softly, "Percy." Perceptor can't tell if that's a statement of what he normally imagines, or if it's a request for more words.

"Go ahead and overload whenever you're ready, Skywarp," Perceptor's spark pulses hard when the Seeker seems to take that as a command and overloads for him. No, not for him. He's just observing this act out of necessity.

Behind them, Starscream applauds. "Well done, Autobot. It seems you are necessary for his overloads. Congratulations."

Slipstream and Starscream head to the door. "Don't wear him out too quickly, Perceptor. I'm sure you'll want him to actually pay attention to you when you're on your... date," Slipstream chuckles before closing the door after the other seeker.

Perceptor shudders as Skywarp blinks up at him from the berth. "Pe-Percy?" The mech reaches out a servo questioningly.

He sighs, looking down at the bot, letting him take his servo, "Yes, Skywarp?"

He's smiled at, a claw rubbing the back of the servo, "I... I really need more energon," the seeker's optics dim, "Tired."

The seeker has been overloading far more than is healthy on just a single cube, "You'll have to let go of me if you want me to get energon, Skywarp."

The mech whines, and pushes himself up, pulling Perceptor closer to him, "I don't want to let go of you."

Perceptor vents a sigh and relaxes deliberately against his chest, hoping the bot doesn't notice how hot his armor is, or the way his spark is throbbing with want. He'd sneak off for a bit of self-servicing in the washrack, but now that he knows the room is bugged even there-

It's going to be a long night.