Chapter Three

[girloz14]

Typewith: http://typewith.me/SomeoneLovesScalpel

Title: Someone Loves Sari

Rating: Porn in later chapters

Thank you, Lessu for editing this o3o

Summary: Sari keeps getting gifts, but she has no clue who they’re from.



It had taken several hours to get her hair cut and convince her father that she wasn't traumatized from a couple of kisses, even if they had been slagging gross ones. That glossa on Random was huge. She has no idea how he fits it all in his mouth, and no desire to find out.

She was dressed in a sleek, professional suit, and her red hair is just as smooth and sleek. Sari looks more adult than she ever has before-pigtails don't really scream 'adult woman' in her culture, after all, even if she does love the hell out of them.

She does one last check in the mirror before striding out to the show she got invited on at the very last minute. She hadn't even known that they would invite her that very day, but here she is. She sits on the other side of the desk, smiling at the talk show host that she never ever watches, but she knows that is apparently very popular. She knows for a fact that they aren't going to do anything to humiliate her or anything that will be something other than damage control.

Her father's lawyers are incredibly helpful, and Bee said he likes the show. It can't be that bad.

"Welcome to our program, Miss Sumdac. I'm very pleased to have you on today." The host smiles cheerfully at her, and she smiles back at him.

"I'm glad to have made it. Normally I'd be nagging Optimus or playing with Bumblebee." Sari winks at the camera playfully, "He gets upset that he can't beat any of my highscores on the games we play together."

The host gives her a delighted look, "A gamer then?" She nods, wondering if they'll get on topic, and grateful when the guy says, "But this is about what happened just today! Did you change your look because of it?"

She gives him a slightly exasperated smile, "You may have noticed in some of the clips that my helmet decoration broke off when I was trying to get away from Blitzwing. When I went back to human, my entire right ponytail was missing. Like someone had hacked it off. I decided it was time for a change because of it."

"I see. Well, I have to say you're looking good," the host smiles, and she wishes she could remember his name, but she settles on playfully flirting back with him.

"I wouldn't want to go on air looking like a mess." Sari leans in a bit, smiling at him. Femmes are quite a bit more predatory than mechs, and she's noticed that post-puberty, some of that aggressiveness has transferred into her non-bot-mode times.

She's horribly amused to see the guy blush for some reason, before saying, "I doubt you could look bad, Sari."

She smiles approvingly, "Thank you." She needs to get what she needs to talk about; they only have a limited time. "But we're losing focus," she keeps from reaching over to the host and touching him, it just isn't something you do, "I came to talk about Decepticons."

The guy blinks, as if realizing what he's doing, no longer leaning closer and closer, "Ah, yes, right. More specifically about the Decepticon Blitzwing. You and the Autobots deal with him a lot, do you happen to know what he does with the dolls?"

"He collects them, and plays with them, as far as we can tell. He mentions teaparties, so I'm pretty sure he's actually serving them all at a tiny table somewhere." Sari shakes her head, "We have tried to stop the doll thefts, but he is very determined."

The anchor nods, "Yes. It's bad enough that the National Doll Expo had to cancel the show they'd been planning on doing here in Detroit."

She nods, "But better they cancel it than he shows up and takes them all. We've yet to figure out how exactly to keep him out. He's very smart, and seems to have figured out that the signs are there. Taking the dolls out of display helped, but he is a thinking being, and knows how to read."

The host nods, going oddly doe eyed as he looks at her, "Do you have any better suggestions for it?"

She shakes her head sadly, "No, I don't. Even if I did, I wouldn't want to discuss them on national television. They do watch the airwaves to check on things."

"That's fascinating," the man smiles, reaching over to touch Sari's hand. "Do the Autobots have any favorite programs?"

They did, but she wasn't sure if it was wise to let everyone know that they were terribly addicted to horrible soap operas. Apparently bots are really fragging good at keeping bizarre plotlines and twists in order, and they can have soap operas that last literally for vorns and vorns. Thousands of years of the same show and same twisty plots. Well, it wasn't her reputation being ruined. "They really enjoy soap operas. Pretty much all of them."

The host moves a tiny bit closer, and she playfully taps his chin before gently pushing him back down in his chair - she really wishes she knew if this sort of odd behavior is going to happen with every guy she's talking to. She doesn't really associate with other humans. The host gives her a longing look, "Soap operas? That's so interesting."

She gets the impression that if she has said mildew he'd have said the same thing. Her eyes dart to the audience, who has everyone of both genders looking like they wish they could be next to her. It is the sight of a drone tugging on what is obviously a director about wrapping up that let's her decide to cut this talk short. "Yeah. Really interesting. But I think we're out of time."

He blinks up at her, "We are? Well, is there anything else you'd like to say before you head off?"

"Just that everyone should be careful around Decepticons. Even when they aren't doing damage, they're dangerous and unpredictable." She ducks her head, "I'd also like to say thanks to whoever keeps sending me gifts. Thank you, anonymous gifter." She waves at the camera.

The host proclaims they'll be going to a commercial, and there's a sudden and loud crash in the studio along with a roar of engines and the sound of a . . . helicopter?

There's suddenly two bots in the studio, and she vaguely recognizes the motorcyclebot as Oil Slick, and only because of Prowl mumbling something about how the mech is the worst ninjabot ever. But the other one, she has no clue who he is, just that he is absolutely gigantic. Even bigger than Megatron. Her spark pulses at the size of him, and she changes into botmode without even thinking about it.

She's venting hard, and puts a servo right over her spark, trying to calm it. When the mech looks at her, there's a faint whisper in her mind that tells her, without any doubt, this bot is called Blackout and he has a spark that will be wonderful and hot and perfect for her to use. She whispers softly, "... oh... that's what that's about."

Blackout stares at her, and her servo on her chest, before turning to say something to the cyclebot with him. Oil Slick studies her, and Sari drops her servo, her spark still pulsing with heat. She really wants to climb right up Blackout and see if interfacing is better than self-service for her spark. It'd be easy to get his plates open. Just a little bit of Allspark energy and his locks will be gone. Not unlocked. Not broken.

Gone.

The Allspark does not approve of bots interfering with its Priestesses access to sparks.

She stumbles a bit at that thought, freezing in place awkwardly. Priestess? What? Why is she thinking about the Allspark? What's going on? She's interrupted from her thoughts at being picked up in Blackout's servos. The large mech's engine is purring loudly, and she can hear his plates unlock. "Would you like to use my spark, little bot?"

She rubs her optics, suddenly really realizing where she is, and glad the mech isn't actually holding her tightly. Pulling away, she kicks the bot in his head, "Frag you!"

Blackout curses and stumbles back, dropping her. Sari lands on her feet and charges up her servos, ready to blast the Decepticons if necessary.

The cyclebot sidles up alongside Blackout, one corner of his mouth curled up in a smirk, "This is neither the time nor the place to interface, Blackout. If you want to interface with the little bot, you'll need to take her back with us and hope Lord Megatron allows you to keep her in your room." He bares his denta in a smile, and Sari increases the power coiling in her hands. "Now, we are here to kidnap you, techno-organic. Please don't put up a fight, and I won't have to use this," he flicks out a little vial of liquid from his subspace, and the color inside is a noxious green.

Her sparkpaint flares a brilliant blue and she can feel more energy pour through her, and she blasts him. The little vial vanishes, and Oil Slick ends up knocked off his peds, cursing loudly. "Do not threaten me," she growls.

Blackout's engine roars and she knows that isn't an angry sound. That sound was the helicopter hearing the tone and thinking about having her opening her plates under him in the berth. Something she has no intention of doing.

She charges up her servo again, "Get out."

Blackout's optics dim with obvious lust, and starts to open his mouth to say something when he pauses, tilting his head. The mech puts a claw to his temple, "... Really? Yes, Sir." The bot picks up the still cursing Oil Slick and heads out of the open hole they had made in the building. She watches in confusion as it happens, and the looks around. It does appear that no one got hurt in the ... scuffle she supposes it could be called.

She's grabbed by the arm, and pushed into the chair by the desk again, and the host is looking at the camera as he talks, "And again Sari works to keep us all safe!" He turns to her, "Do you happen to have anything to say about what just happened?" He pats her arm, "And go ahead and de-armor, the interview doesn't need to be cut short now."

She sighs and lets her armor slip back into the strange subspace place it always goes. "That was a couple of Decepticons proving my point. You have to be careful around them. Don't try and fight them. Not unless you're armed properly, and even then you shouldn't do it without back-up." She lets a hand transform, and the host makes appreciative noises, little sounds that make her think of him in the berth. And her hand isn't even in a weapon configuration. Just the one she uses to interact with computers.

Think of him in the bed.

She's spending too much time around the bots. That's why all this weirdness is turning up in her head. Next thing she knows, she'll constantly calling her human parts by the bot counterparts, and that's not really a good thing. She has eyes, not optics.

The host pets her hand, "When you put the armor on does it always do that?" He points at her outfit, "And I notice your hair is long now."

She curses, touching her head. "I just got my hair cut. If this happens all the time with my hair, I'm never going to be able to change my hair style. It's like when I tried to keep it down and the next time it was back to pigtails." She sighs down at her ripped up suit, "And yes, this sort of thing," she waves at the outfit, "always happens. That's why I normally wear the dresses and things like that. It isn't worth it to replace them all the time, and I hadn't thought I'd be fighting any Decepticons while I was here."

She's just lucky that the more skintight parts of her outfit-something she'd put on underneath her clothes, just in case this happened-are still intact. She's lucky she's not really a human, or she'd probably die of heat-stroke during the summer months.

"I'm so sorry you had to face such a thing on our show," the host smiles at her, and she wonders if he has decent insurance on this studio, since it's basically trashed. He'd be making a lot off this interview either way, so he should be good to go. "Is there any way I can make it up to you?" There's a cough from someone behind the cameras-probably a PR person, and the host amends, "Any way we can make it up to you?"

She shakes her head, "I'm good. Thank you, though." She knows that it will just end up with another interview, and that's not what she wants to deal with. Let the official spokespeople they hired do this, and she can get back to helping run the company when she isn't fighting off Decepticons.

The host is looking at her doe eyed again, and so is the audience. She kinda wonders how the at home viewers are taking how absolutely scattered this whole interview is. The host sighs dreamily when she moves a tiny bit, "Is there anything that you'd like to say before you have to leave us?"

She rubs the back of her head, "Well, uh... The person that is sending me those gifts is doing really great at choosing nice things?"

"That's very sweet that you have a secret admirer," the host leans in close, and she can see the staff making frantic hand gestures at him to stop. Sari is pretty sure he would have kissed her right then and there if not for the intervention of one of the camera people finally catching the host's attention. He makes a sad noise. "I'm afraid we're out of time for today."

She nods, "It was nice talking to you." She keeps from inching away from the guy, not offering her hand out of fear he'll kiss it.

He nods, "We look forward to seeing you again."

She just nods uncomfortably, and she wishes she knew why he was acting like this. She normally stays away from large crowds, and this is the first time she's ever had so many people so obviously looking at her with bedroom eyes.

They let her leave rather reluctantly, and she's glad this isn't bot tv. On most bot tv, they tend to have interfacing happen on camera. A lot.

It's weird, because Autobots tend to be a bit prudish about it actually happening, but when it's on a show their sparklings might accidentally see, they don't seem to give a frag about it. She just has to chalk it up to robots being crazy.

If this had been a bot program, she bets they'd have all ended up on the ground in one mad 'facing orgy that they would never mention publicly ever again.

Crazy aft bots.

"If you don't put it away, I'm cutting it off."

There's a small pause, and Lockdown gives her a lecherous look, "You always say the sweetest things, darlin'"

She doesn't look up from the datapad she's reading on the couch, "It wasn't me hitting on you. That was me telling you that if you touch me with the hook, I'm breaking all of your mods."

"Don't be like that, darlin'," the bot purrs, his voice a low and throaty sort of growl. "I'm just offerin' to show ya a good time." His servo touches her shoulder, stroking up the little winglet that her botmode has. She doesn't like being unarmored around him.

Sari shudders as he tweaks the very tip of it between his fingers. "Stop that right now, or I will cut off your servo too."

"You don't mean that, sweetspark," his servo slides down and presses over her sparkpaint. "I can feel how hot you're runnin' for me."

She slashes his arm, from back of the hand all the way up to the elbow - brute force really is the only language the bot knows - and goes back to reading. "Go frag Prowl or something. I don't want you touching me."

His engine roars at her, and his optics dim with lust, "But ya got me all hot, you should fix that."

"If by 'fix' you mean 'rip out your spark', then, sure. I can do that."

"Primus, darlin', it isn't fair for you to send out energy waves like that when you're not wantin' bots to pleasure your spark." Lockdown reaches out for her again, and Sari raises a servo in warning.

Something has interested her, though. "Energy waves?"

Lockdown nods slowly, trying to get closer to her, his optics glowing. The Allspark whispers that Prowl keeps him because he's excellent at sucking spark, and he would do a fantastic job with hers if she just lets him prove himself. Sari shakes herself.

"Yeah. Energy waves. The ones you're emittin', makin' everyone want your aft."

She blinks at him, "What."

His engine purrs at her, and he tries to lean in close with dim optics, stopping when she lets her hand weapon start to charge up. "You're sendin' out all sorta energy that's just beggin' for a bot ta come out an' 'face." He starts to move his servo closer, only to stop at the start of an energy blade showing up. "You had it before, but it wasn't anything too bad, just a small call of 'You need ta look at me,' but now it is full out calling for a bot to come and lick your spark."

She gives him a confused look, "How do I turn it off?"

"Don't think ya turn something like that off, darlin'." Lockdown stares at her sparkplates, and she feels really dirty for some reason. "Maybe if yer spark is fully sated, you won't have to worry about it at all. Maybe it'll turn off on its own if you aren't so hungry for an overload." He steps closer, "I could help with that. I bet Prowler would love to help too."

Sari gets up and exits the room. Way to totally gross her out. She's never going to interface with Prowl.

She, instead, goes to the medical bay to talk to Ratchet. The medicbot is napping in one of the berths, and she's rather grateful it isn't in the street.

Climbing on the berth next to him, she shakes him a bit, glad that her armor augments her strength. He snorts, snapping online, and looking around in confusion, "What's the emergency? Wh-" He blinks down at her, "What did you want?"

She smiles up at him, "I want you to fix a thing Lockdown told me about."

"Fix a what?" Ratchet eyes her warily. "If he made something up, there's nothing I can do to fix it. Imaginary glitches and viruses aren't my specialty. You'll be wanting a therapist for that."

She slugs him in the shoulder, "Fragger. I'm apparently emitting energy waves that make me super-hot."

Ratchet levels a flat look at her. "Again, there's nothing I can do about imaginary problems."

Sari crosses her arms over her chest. "It's not imaginary. Bots and people have been acting differently around me."

Ratchet rubs his optics, "You're a . . . how do I say this. . .You're a very attractive bot, Sari. Younger bots are going to find you attractive. That's not magic."

She frowns at him, "No, I mean like... You saw how that host on the show was acting with me, he's married. You just don't act like that." At Ratchet's blank look, she sighs, "Bonded. He's bonded. His femme was very pissed that he acted like that to me, and she wasn't there."

Comprehension dawns on his face, and he nods. "Still, they're all very young, Sari. It just happens."

She gives him a dirty look, "And what about Blackout? He wanted to 'face me."

"He's known for liking small bots. The smaller the better. I think he even went after fraggin' Scalpel once."

Sari blinks. She's seen vids of the little doctor bot, and he's even tinier than her. He's kinda like the size of a little yappy dog, really. "How would that even work? I mean, wouldn't he kinda have to worry about being squished, or like, falling in to a sparkchamber?"

"Bots always find a way, Sari."

She shakes her head to clear the mental image of a tiny dog and a gigantic helicopter trying to bang, and says, "Well, I'm also talking about humans. This is not normal behavior. At all."

He just shrugs at her, "I really wouldn't know about that. If you want, I can do a spark exam or a general scan, but you always take off when I try."

She is glad he's long sinced stopped hounding her, so she's more willing to allow it now. "I'm okay with a scan, but I still don't want a spark exam."

"And I still say it's the best option for a bot like you. You've never had one before. There's not way to assure that your spark is entirely healthy without an exam."

Like frag is she going to let him stimulate her spark to overload. That's weird and creepy and so not happening. She flickers her optics, teasing him, "Maybe if you brought in a femme medic I might agree to it." She bets she could get a femme to be obedient, and it would be such a triumph, having one whimpering and licking her spark eagerly.

She blinks at the thought, wondering where the Pit that came from.

Hell. She meant Hell.

She rubs her head, "Just scan me. I keep feeling like there's a voice in my head telling me things, and I think it's the Allspark."

He gives her a hesitant look, slipping off the berth to look at her closely, "How long has that been going on, Sari?"

She shrugs, "A few decacyles? I mean... weeks. Weeks. Not decacycles."

Ratchet pulls out a medical pad and begins to scan her, and Sari squirms. She knows it doesn't actually feel weird, but she can't help but cringe away. "Open an access port, Sari. I need more than a surface scan and you know it." She pops open a panel on her arm and holds it out for him.

"My blue paint keeps glowing, too." She touches it, aware that among bots, it is vaguely obscene to paint oneself with spark-blue like she is painted. Of course, it makes her wonder about Blurr, who seems to be nearly entirely spark-blue.

He taps her sparkplates sharply, "Here. I can't get a deep scan like you need if I hook-up in your arm."

She pouts at him, but opens up for him. When he connects, she sticks out her glossa. "I hate this most."

He snorts, "That's nice. I'm checking your coding." He frowns at her, "If I had a baseline, I'd be able to better know what's wrong now."

She huffs, looking away, "I just want to know why I glow and everything I told you about."

"I'm guessing that's because one of your creators is the Allspark. That's gonna explain the paint and the glowing right there." He taps the blue circles on the backs of her armored up hands. "Marks that show the Allspark fraggin' loves you. They used to be more common back in the past." He frowns at the datapad. "You are emitting some sort of energy wave, but the scanner barely registers it. It shouldn't have any effect on bots at that weak a level."

She shifts unhappily, "Do you think it would with humans?"

He shrugs at her, "If they're acting like that when you say they normally don't, I guess it is powerful? I don't really know, Sari. I wouldn't think it would be nearly as bad as you think it is."

She looks down at the floor, kicking her peds, "I got asked to go meet with the tv show guy and his wife, so he could apologize in person. I'm kinda worried about it now. I've already said I'd go. Do you think I should cancel?"

"If you think it's important, you should go. There's no point in isolating yourself." Ratchet pats her on the back. "I'll keep analyzing this data and let you know if I find anything interesting, alright?"

She nods reluctantly. "Yeah. Alright."

She hopes the dinner isn't a disaster.