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***Insanity pt 2**

**Fragmentation** written by StSE, Universe G1

Scream added more cleaning agent, watching in macabre fascination as the liquid flowed over his thigh armor. He rubbed it with his fingers before it could drip to the hardwood floor. He had accidentally allowed it to do that once, not realizing that it would take the polyurethane right off the wood. After Angie had instructed Tron to mercilessly whip him for that mistake, she had left the gray clone to watch over him as he sanded and refinished the flooring. Scream cringed at the memory echo of those two day cycles. For every two hours or so, the gray clone would force him ‘to take a break’, and would then proceed to rape him. The red clone’s ports had hurt for day cycles afterward. Since Tron had made sure to hurt him when he thrust his cable inside him..

Tears welled up in Scream’s optics as he slowly spread the cleaning solution on his thigh armor and codpiece. It began to dissolve the traces of his most recent ‘lesson’ with Tron. His spilled hydraulic fluid mixed with some oil and lubricant coated his armor. His ports still ached slightly, for Angie had shown Tron a new ‘toy’. And the gray clone had eagerly thrust that cattle prod into him again and again. Fucking him with it as he listened to his whimpers, then the second Scream would start to feel pleasure from the motion of the rod going in-and-out; Tron would activate it and light his networks up in blistering agony. The echoes of Tron’s high pitched shrieks of laughter still rang in his audios.

But Angie and Tron were gone again. On yet another one of those cruises that she enjoyed. Scream had never been taken along. He was too pathetic for her to take out in public. He was weak and worthless. That’s what she and Tron said. He was only useful to give others pleasure. That was it.

Scream slowly rubbed the towels on his armor. Wiping the cleaner and the fluids it had dissolved off his armor. He did this slowly. Almost dreading when he’d be done with the maintenance, for then he would have nothing else to do. So he’d learned to do this process as slowly as possible. Sometimes he’d even clean the same areas dozens of times. As his meta seemed to think he saw a speck of residual, even when there was none. He’d then do the same thing when he coated himself with protective wax. Blindly fixated for hours on end, on getting the perfect gleam.. The perfect finish.. It wasn’t that he was egoistical, oh far from it; it was that he had absolutely nothing else to do.

An entire day cycle passed. The red clone sat in the same spot, totally fixated on what he was doing. He ended up recleaning and rewaxing the same area two dozen times. But he never noticed. Never even noticed the time going by… For time meant nothing to him now. Over the months since Angie had first activated him, he had spent weeks on end in this same room. Sometimes just for a few hours as he recharged and defragged. Sometimes for an entire week, when Angie and Tron had left on one of their trips, her final order to him being simply ‘to go to your room’.

His room was simple. Just a mattress on the ground with a plug next to it, there was also a milk crate there. That’s where he stored his cleaning supplies. His valuable cleaning supplies – the only items he could call his own. There was no window in the room. A small lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling was his only light source. Most times it worked, though on one occasion, the bulb had burned out. One time Scream had sat there for an entire week in the dark. Since Angie and Tron were out of town and he didn’t dare violate her orders by leaving his room.

Finally done with his cleaning and waxing, Scream stared at the bare walls of his room. He stared at them a long time. His meta superimposing letters and words on the blank white surface. Once, he’d dared to scratch letters into them. His intelligence forcing him to do something for stimulation, but of course Angie had seen. And Tron had been sent to oversee him as he fixed his own walls.

That was the worst punishment. The worst punishment in the world! Scream had been programmed with an innate fear of Tron. And innate need to be wary of the gray clone.. But Tron.. Tron had been programmed with an innate urge to dominate Scream. To hate Scream even though the red clone had never, never, done anything to deserve that hatred! And Angie gave Tron the power over him. The power to do anything, try anything he wanted to on his red chassis. And Tron had more than taken that power in stride. His meta seemingly always working up new ways to outdo his last torture or rape technique! Scream didn’t understand him. Didn’t understand why the gray clone was so fixated on beating him down. But as the months went by, Scream’s mental stability had crumbled under the pain. He did whatever the gray clone ordered him too. Hoping against hope that he could somehow please Tron, make Tron like him…

Scream’s meta shrieked for stimulation as he stared blankly at the walls of his room… His prison.. And just as he had started to do a few weeks ago, he wrapped his arms tightly around himself and began to rock. Back-and-forth, back-and-forth, back-and-forth – the repetitive motion seemed to sooth him. He began to mumble as he rocked himself. The sound of his voice broke the maddening oppression of the silence in which he existed.

“You are a bad clone Scream. Why do you have to be so bad? Why can’t you be good? If you were good like Tron then Angie would like you Scream. Yes, Angie would like you like she likes Tron. But no, you are a bad clone Scream. Yes, Yes, a very bad, bad clone. You will never be good. Why can’t you be good? Why can’t you be good? No, no, because you’re a bad clone, such a bad clone…..” he continued to mumble to himself. Chastise himself. Berate himself for being such a bad clone. Yes, he had to be a bad clone. If he was a good clone then they’d like him. They’d let him feel pleasure. They’d take them with them.

But they’d never take him with them. Because he was a bad, bad clone…

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“Hey Daniel, how’ve you been?” Angie asked with a big smile on her face.

He huffed as he pulled another cycle off the locking mechanism. Speed ran up to him, grabbing the motorcycle and taking it down the ramp. The blond smiled at his old friend as he used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his brow. “Pretty good, so I see you got your clones?” he replied as he nodded to the gray clone standing silently behind her.

Angie grinned and put her arm proudly around Tron. “Sure did, isn’t he great?” she asked as she stroked his shiny gray armor. The clone lifted his chin in pride; his optics studying the yellow clone’s every movement.

Daniel came out of the trailer and studied the gray clone. “Yes, you’re a good looking boy,” he agreed. But then his hazel eyes scanned around them. “You said that you bought two of them, so where’s the other one?” he asked.

Angie shrugged, “He’s pretty much useless, so we left him at home.”

The man smiled and nodded at Speed, who was marching in the trailer to unload the next bike. “Well, tell ya what. Why don’t you go fetch that clone and tell him to help Speed out?” Then he patted her arm, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “Sam will be coming out tonight. I’ve been considering buying him one for his birthday, but I don’t know how he’d react. So loan us that one for a few days, would ya?” he said with a smirk.

She laughed as she punched him. Daniel was one of the few people she’d do anything for, give him anything. And if his ‘husband’ might wish to use the pathetic red clone for a little fun, she’d be more than pleased to ‘loan’ him out. “Tell you what, after we get everything unloaded, we’ll go pick him up,” she replied, “But he’s not very bright – so don’t say that I didn’t warn ya!”

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“Scream, come down here,” Angie’s muffled voice yelled.

Scream jerked at the sound. Uncurling himself from the fetal position that he’d been rocking himself in the last few days. He jumped to his thrusters. He stumbled slightly in the pitch black room, the light bulb had burned out a few days ago, so he had sat there in the dark again. It’d been two weeks since she’d called him out of his room. And the clone was eager to please her. To try to please her! Maybe if he pleased her this time – she’d like him?

As he opened his door, the bright light disoriented him. His optics fought to adjust to the unaccustomed brightness even as he stumbled towards the main living room. His tight linkages made his movements clumsy, and he stumbled several times. Grinding his dental plates together, the eager red clone tried to stretch even as he hurried to do his master’s bidding.

But his linkages weren’t stretched enough to handle the stairs. Tripping himself, he actually fell down them. He ended up in a heap at the bottom, right in front of his master, Tron and their guests.

“Damn stupid clone!” Angie growled as she kicked his red hide.

Tron grabbed him roughly, jerking the trembling clone to his thrusters by one of his sensitive wings. The gray clone muttered similar expletives under his breath as Angie did.

Scream whimpered as he stood on trembling legs, his optics darting fearfully from Angie to Tron and back again. He cowered, ready for a beating because he was such a useless, clumsy clone.

“Yep, he’s pretty stupid ain’t he?” Speed quipped with a smirk on his face.

The red clone’s optics darted to the strange yellow clone. Fear showed brightly in his optics. Had Angie purchased another one? Was he now going to be the toy of two clones?

“Oh, shut up Speed,” Daniel ordered as he slapped him upside his helm. Speed was forever quipping insults towards other clones. “It’s bad enough you do this to TC, do you have to do it to every clone?” he teased.

Speed straightened his shoulders and crossed his arms. “Can’t help it that they’re all losers, unlike me,” he shot back.

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Geese, why’d I get one with such a large ego?” he teased as he ran his hand gently along the clone’s side armor.

“Because you love a winner, that’s why,” the yellow clone teased back as he winked at the man. Then he pinched Daniel’s butt, smirking as he did so.

Sream was amazed as he watched the interplay between the man and the yellow clone. Obviously, the man was the clone’s master. Yet the clone acted as if he was an equal to the man. He watched them in absolute fascination. For this type of clone/human relationship he had never experienced. Had never even known it could exist!

Daniel offered a hand to Scream. “Hey, I’m Daniel,” he said in a warm voice.

Hesitantly, Scream took it and was amazed when the man gave his hand a firm shake. “Um, I’m, um, Scream, um,” he stammered in a weak voice.

“He, he, Scream, huh? Does that mean that you scream a lot? God what a freagin’ wimpy name!” Speed snickered. Then he coughed as Daniel elbowed him hard in his abdominal armor.

“I told you to quit it Speed! These two aren’t your ‘cousins’ like TC is. So you treat them with the same respect that you treat human strangers. You got that!” Daniel growled as he jerked him so that their faces were almost touching. “Now apologize to the clone!”

“But… But..” Speed stammered, not believing he was being ordered to actually apologize to a clone whose own master even called him stupid.

“Speed….” Daniel snarled, his eyes warning Speed that he was going to get in trouble if he didn’t do what he said.

Speed turned back around to Scream, shifting his feet uncomfortably. He extended his hand just as Daniel had. “Um, like I’m sorry ok?” he said.

Scream looked at his offered hand in amazement, for no one had ever apologized to him before. He glanced at Daniel in uncertainty, for something about the man told him that he could trust him. The man nodded his approval. With a timid smile the red clone grasped the offered hand of the yellow clone. “I’m, um, Scream,” he stammered.

The yellow clone so wanted to insult the dumb red clone for the stupidity of introducing himself AGAIN! But he could feel Daniel’s eyes on him, just daring him to do just that very thing. Gulping down his natural urge to insult, he simply nodded. “Ya, I’m Speed racer – fastest clone alive!” he bragged. Glancing at Daniel, he grinned. He hadn’t insulted the stupid red clone, and hell, he WAS the fastest clone!

“Um, you are? Wow, um, nice to, um, meet you,” Scream stammered, uncertain how he should talk to this clone. The yellow clone was obviously a braggart, but he didn’t give him the creepy sensation like he was being hunted – like Tron gave him. Speaking of that clone, the gray clone was silently glaring at Speed. Like he was sizing him up for future ‘fun’, and Scream knew what that ‘fun’ was. Oh, all too well…

Angie silently fumed at the stupid clone. If Daniel wasn’t standing there, she’d have ordered Tron to beat him for acting like such a simpleton. Glancing at her beautiful Tron, she saw the same look of disgust washing over his face. Yes, Tron was such a wonderful dominant clone. So wonderful… “Well, for the next few days, you shall be at Daniel’s disposal,” she informed Scream. Then she slid up to him and whispered in his audio a threat. A threat not to speak of his life.. A threat not to disappoint Daniel.. Or he’d face Tron for a long, long sweet night.

Scream bit his lip as he nodded to her. His chassis shaking slightly as he saw that hungry look pass over Tron’s gray face. He could not fail. Could not refuse anything that this Daniel may ask of him!

“Well thank you Angie for loaning him to me,” Daniel said as he gave her a warm hug. “So, you coming by for a drink later?” he asked as he headed towards the door.

“Oh of course,” she purred as she watched him leave.

Scream just stood there. He hadn’t been ordered to move, so he kept his feet planted. Speed noticed this and grabbed his arm, dragging him towards the door. “God you’re stupid…” the yellow clone mumbled under his breath. The red clone bit his lip as tears welled up in his optics. Already, the yellow clone didn’t like him. He was useless… He was pathetic….

Tron watched the two clones leave. He found the yellow one’s continual bragging annoying to no end, but he found that he respected him. That clone was even strong enough to be considered an ‘equal’ by his master! Yes, Tron respected strength like that. And the fact that Speed obviously saw the same weakness in the pathetic red clone that he did – made him respect him that much more. Yes, he was going to have to watch Speed more. Study him…

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“Sheeze! You do it like this!” Speed griped as he showed the red clone how to check tire pressure for the fifth time.

With trembling hands, Scream tried to do it like Speed, but he was shaking so much that he just couldn’t. Just couldn’t.. The little thin metal tube slid right out of his fingers and hit the ground with a clang.

“God, why the hell did I get stuck babysitting you! Why! Why! Why!?” Speed angrily yelled as he grabbed the tool and began to do it himself.

“Because you’re a dirt eater,” a deeper male voice answered.

Both clones turned in surprise. A blue flyer clone was leaning up against the side of the trailer with a slag-eating smirk on his face.

“What the fuck are you doing here flyboy?!” Speed sneered.

TC stood up and swaggered over. “Sharon’s in meetings all day today and I got all my work done. So I figured I’d fly over and watch my cousin the greasemonkey do his job,” he snickered as he playfully punched the yellow clone on his shoulder.

Speed jumped on him, beginning a light hearted wrestling match. Their laughed insults and teasing filling the air as they tumbled… Finally, the blue clone wrapped his arms around him and lifted them both twenty feet in the air.

“Say ‘uncle’ dirt eater or I’ll drop your aft,” he teased.

“Bite me,” Speed retorted. He landed on his aft with a big thud. “God damnit, now I’m gonna have to freagin clean up!” he griped as he slowly stood up and dusted himself off.

TC landed with a slag-eatin’ grin on his face. “Well, if you weren’t such a god-damned stubborn as hell clone – you wouldn’t have gotten your aft dropped,” he teased. His red optics strayed to the red clone who was silently staring at them both in amazement. “Who’s your new buddy?” he asked Speed.

“Oh, that’s Scream. He’s pretty stupid,” Speed said with a snort.

Scream worked his dental plates together nervously as the blue Seeker clone came up to him and scanned his air frame with a critical optic. Truly, he’d been fascinated to watch the interplay between these two clones. They were obviously equals somehow, and seemed to honestly like each other, even with the constant back-and-forth insulting. Neither one showed any fear of the other though, even with all of their wrestling and dropping each other. Want filled him… Want to have this same kind of relationship with Tron. But no, Scream was too stupid and pathetic to ever be Tron’s equal. If he ever dared to utter a retort… Scream shuddered to think of the pain that would follow.

TC cocked his head, watching the red clone curiously. Having worked as Sharon’s secretary, he was used to dealing with other clones. Since their owners brought them by to inquire about specific upgrades. He’d never noticed one acting quite like this though. This one acted nervous. His optics darted around as if he was expecting the world to fall on him or something. TC stepped closer to the clone, his sharp optics noticing how the red one seemed to shrink back against the trailer. His red optics flooded with fear, his chassis shaking.

The blue clone reached out his hand. His fingers grazing the other’s shoulder armor. Scream actually whimpered.. Whimpered at his touch..

Speed snorted behind him. “Told you, he’s pretty worthless. Don’t know why Daniel wanted to ‘borrow’ him,” he quipped. Flipping the gauge over in his hand, he bent next to another bike to check the pressure.

TC was fascinated by this red clone’s strange behavior. He’d definitely have to ask Tom about it, since that guy was the expert in clone behavior. But something drew him to the red clone. A sense that he was somehow a brother… He wrapped his fingers around his arm. “Hey, I’m TC,” he said to the trembling clone.

Scream’s lip trembled as he shrank against the side of the trailer. The blue clone’s touch made him terrified. Terrified that the two clones were going to rape him.. Use him just as Tron did.. But the blue clone didn’t have that look in his optics like Tron got. His optics were full of warmth, of curiosity. “I’m, um, Scream,” the red clone stammered.

TC smiled and patted his shoulder armor. “So you’re a flyer too huh? Oh man, you gotta check out the updrafts between here and the University man! You got to!” he exclaimed in an excited tone. He turned to Speed. “Mind if I borrow him for a bit?” he asked.

“Freager’s useless here. You might as well babysit his aft,” Speed snorted as he went to another bike.

“Well follow me buddy!” TC quipped as he transformed and zoomed into the air.

Scream stood there and stared after him, his mouth hanging open in shock. The blue clone acted like he liked him! Like he actually LIKED him!

“Hey dumbass, transform and follow him!” Speed’s snickered insult broke Scream out of his lock.

With a yelp of joy, Scream transformed and zoomed after the blue clone. The sensation of the wind under his wings for the first time outdone by the joy of having a clone actually being NICE to him for the first time! He promised himself not to be a bad clone around TC… Not to be a bad clone….

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TC laughed as he rolled in the warm updrafts. His radar told him that the red clone was finally catching up to him; which made a warm sensation roll through his nets since there was something about the clone… Just something about him.. TC couldn’t put a digit on it. But the red clone seemed somehow familiar. And the strange way he acted, made the blue clone feel like he had to protect him for some reason. He might be dumb, but somehow TC didn’t think he was.

“Finally catch up?” he teased as he made another lazy roll.

“Um, ya, um, I’m sorry but…” Scream stammered. His tone of voice seemed both eager and hesitant all at the same time.

“Hey check this out,” TC said as he performed several rolls so fast that his wings were a blur. Then he straightened out.

“Wow, that’s, um, so cool!” the red clone stammered as he complimented him.

“Why don’t you do one? Let’s see who’s faster,” TC quipped.

“Well, uh… uh…”

“Uh what?” the blue clone chuckled. His laughter was warm, not the cold harsh cackle like Tron’s.

If he was in robot mode, Scream’s face would’ve blushed in shame. “I, uh, don’t know how,” he admitted. He was so pathetic.. So truly pathetic..

“You mean you’ve never rolled?!?” TC exclaimed in disbelief as he enjoyed another lazy roll.

“Well, um, well, um, this is the first time I’ve flown,” Scream admitted. He hoped it wouldn’t piss off Angie if she found out he’d admitted to that, but he didn’t want TC to think he was stupid. He’d just never flown. Maybe… Maybe if he complimented him and asked him to teach him – the blue clone would still like him? “You’re so incredible TC! Would you, uh, teach me how to roll?” he asked.

So Scream’s owner hadn’t let him fly yet. Kind’ve strange, but it wasn’t the clone’s fault that his owner was a mother-hen. But TC swelled up at the compliment he’d been given. It made him feel so good for another clone to ask him to teach them something. “Sure thing bud, you see…….”

Scream’s meta was overwhelmed with emotion as he obeyed TC’s every command as best he could. TC liked him!!! Someone finally LIKED him!! The black emptiness inside him seemed to lift for a time. For the first time in his short life, he was happy, truly happy as he flew at the wing of the blue clone. Somehow it felt so, so right to be next to TC. Like he was meant to be…

They landed together on MIT’s campus. TC landed in perfect balance, while Scream fell flat on his face plate since he was unused to either flight or landing for that matter. He whimpered as he felt TC’s hand on his wing, pulling him up.

“I’m… I’m sorry! I’m SORRY… PLEASE!” he shrieked as he cowered from the blue clone.

TC cocked his head, looking at him with a confused expression. “Damn boy, it takes practice to get that right, CHILL!” he ordered.

Scream sniffed a few times, the tears rolling down his cheeks. He cringed back as TC went to touch his face. He whimpered just a little bit, his legs weak with fear.

“Geese, what is wrong with you Scream?” TC asked as he wiped the tears from his face. “You act like the freakin’ sky is falling all the time! Sheeze, just chill out!” he said as he released his grip on him. He started to walk off, turning his head slightly; he called back to the red clone. “Just follow me,” he ordered.

Trembling, Scream meekly followed after him. His optics scanned around him in absolute amazement as they went along. There were just so many people around! So many big buildings! And the sky… The sky was so beautiful… Scream thought as he followed along. His meta so starved for input.. So starved for stimulation for so long.. And now he had a friend. And there were so many, so many interesting things going on around him. He reached out and touched things in total fascination as they strode by them. Touched the trashcans, the trees, the leaves on the bushes, the stone on the side of a building they went next to… His meta greedily taking everything in.. Every detail, every sound, every smell, every feel… Locking it away securely..

They ended up in front of a big building, the blue clone not even hesitating as he strolled in. Scream yelped slightly in fear as the automatic doors swooshed open and then shut with a snap behind him.

“Boy, you just don’t get out much, do ya?” TC quipped. With a smile, he grabbed the red clone’s hand and dragged him along.

They ended up on the fifth floor. Scream staring around the office in absolute fascination, running his fingers over everything he got near. His optics darting everywhere, as if he needed to catch every image.. TC went behind his desk, sat down and began logging into the computer system.

Scream wandered over, his optics huge as he took everything in. “Whatcha doing?” he hesitantly asked. This blue clone, with his independence and knowledge… he, he, was almost an idol to the abused clone. He was perfection.. Everything Scream now wished he could be – but knew he could never be. But he wanted TC.. He wanted TC to be his friend.. His first real true friend!

“Oh, ya, this is my desk. I’m Sharon’s secretary. And well, the Dean was sending me the stock number of what she says I should buy for Sharon,” TC explained. Punching a few keys, the printer started up as he printed the email out.

“Sharon? Is she your master?” Scream asked in a timid voice.

TC grabbed the printout and strolled around the desk. He put his arm around the red clone like a brother. “Used to be, now she’s my girlfriend,” he said as he swelled up in pride.

“Girlfriend?” Scream asked. This term was not in his data files.

“I’ll tell you all about it while we fly to the mall. You wanna go shopping with me – right? Shoppings’ really, really COOL! And, like, I get a paycheck now – so I’ve got a bunch of money on my card!” TC chortled as he grabbed Scream’s hand and dragged him towards the elevator. He actually liked this clone. He seemed so innocent. So unawares of the world! And unlike Speed, he wasn’t constantly quipping insults at him all the time!

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“What do you think Scream? This one – or this one?” TC asked as he held up the two pairs of earrings.

Scream had no idea. He leaned closer and looked inside those little velvet cases. The sparkling gemstone earrings nestled in the satin interior. He had no idea what they were for, but the sparkle in them really attracted his optics. “Um, I don’t know. The blue ones are pretty, like you,” he said, trying to throw a compliment in there. He desperately wanted to keep this clone liking him. His internal urge to emotionally connect to someone, something – was so very strong. And there was nothing for him at his home. Nothing but emotional emptiness and pain…

TC grinned as he looked down at the pair of sapphire earrings. “Ya, you’re right Scream. When she wears these, she’ll remember me cus they’re the same color! Wow, I never thought of that!” he said with his warm chuckle.

Handing the two boxes back to the saleslady, he told her to bag the one up. Never even noticing that the red clone had blushed and smiled timidly at his off handed compliment… Scream preened that he hadn’t called him stupid. That he had made it seem like he had called him smart. It was the first time anyone had complimented him..

“Well, thanks for helping me pick it out!” TC said as he opened his cockpit and carefully stored the gift within.

Scream stared at his actions. He had a cockpit like that too! So he could hide stuff there?!? His desperate meta logged that fact in..

They strolled through the mall together. Scream’s optics so big as he tried to take every little detail in. He gawked at every display, every store. TC just watched him in amusement, amazed at how sheltered this clone was from the world. They stopped in front of a kiosk, rows and rows of keychains displayed. In total fascination, Scream hesitantly reached out and touched some that looked like bigger versions of those sapphires that TC had just bought. The light danced within them. Entrancing the clone’s meta.

“You want one?” TC asked with a grin.

Scream pulled his hand back, looking down in shame. He was a bad clone. He didn’t deserve anything. Only good clones like Tron, TC and Speed got to own stuff. Not bad clones. He shook his head, cringing as TC patted his intake.

“Hey dude, I owe you for helping me pick out Sharon’s gift. Which one do you want?” the blue clone told him.

He looked up meekly. “You’re… You’re gonna buy me one? One of my very own?” he asked in disbelief.

“Sure, which one? They aren’t expensive at all,” TC said with a nod and a smile.

Scream reached up, pulling a blue crystal key chain off the rack. It was blue, like his first friend. “This one,” he whispered, his optics glued to the light dancing within its crystalline depths. As TC paid for it, Scream opened his cockpit and stuffed it safely under the seat. He owned something. He really owned something!

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“Where have you been!” Angie snarled as the two Seeker clones landed. Scream cringed, trying to make himself smaller as she glared at him.

“Awww, sorry ‘bout that. It wasn’t his fault that I lost track of time. My bad,” TC said with a dismissive shrug as he approached the group.

Tron narrowed his optics at the blue clone. He sensed somehow that he should be dominating over him, just as he was Scream. But TC came towards him boldly, without a hint of fear. “He was told to help Speed,” he growled in a threatening tone. He noticed Scream beginning to tremble, a wave of satisfaction spread through him as the red clone whimpered slightly.

“Ah hell, get your head out of your aft. Dude was too stupid to help me, so I sent him with TC. He’s got easy work. Don’t need a meta to do it,” Speed snickered as he walked around the trailer, wiping his hands off on a rag.

“Fuck you Speed, you couldn’t handle my job,” TC retorted with a smirk. He then met Tron’s glare, “And I told him to come with me. You gotta problem with that?”

With a scowl, the gray clone got in his face. “Yes, we didn’t leave him with a pathetic flyer like you!” he snarled. Suddenly, the blue clone wrapped his arms around him and the solid ground disappeared from beneath his feet. Scanning around him, Tron realized that the freagin’ blue clone had flown them fifty feet up. And now they hung there as he kept his thrusters on just enough to hover.

“Say ‘uncle’ or this ‘pathetic flyer’ is going to so drop your aft – you stupid ground clone!” TC growled in his face. Something about this gray clone seemed familiar. And it wasn’t a good familiarity either!

“TC, bring him back down!” Daniel’s voice ordered from below.

TC kept his optics locked onto Tron’s. “When the fucker says ‘uncle’,” he yelled.

Slight arguing and discussion could be heard between the three humans now under them on the ground. Angie seemed outraged at TC’s actions with both of her clones, and it was taking all of Daniel’s and Sam’s skill to calm her down. Finally, her voice yelled up to the pair, “Tron, say ‘uncle’,” she ordered.

‘Uncle,’ Tron spat as his optics shot daggers into TC’s optics.

TC gave a triumphant smirk and snort as he lowered them safely to the ground.

“Sorry ‘bout this. Angie, this is TC – Sharon’s clone,” Daniel said as he motioned to the blue clone.

“Your dear sister seems to let him behave as one of us,” Angie noted with a sarcastic edge to her voice as she blatantly let her eyes wander over his air frame.

“She’s my girlfriend,” TC stated in a sure tone to the rather rude woman. He then turned to Daniel as he pulled something out of his cockpit and handed it to him. His optics lit up in pleasure as Daniel opened the jewelry box and hummed his approval – then handed the box to Sam to look. “So you think she’ll like it?!? Do you really think she’ll like it?!?” he asked excitedly.

Speed glanced at it as it passed by him. “Geese TC, you are such a freagin’ kiss aft!” he snorted.

Tron glanced at the yellow clone, his optics narrowing as he took in every detail of the exchange between the two ‘Trakersly’ clones.

Daniel handed back the jewelry box to TC. “Yep, she’ll love those! You made a good choice,” he told him.

TC popped them back in the safety of his cockpit. Glancing over at Scream, he gave him a nod and a grin. “Thanks for helping me pick ‘em out buddy!” he said. In a blink, he transformed and zoomed away.

Scream silently watched his first friend leave. His optics filling with unshed tears as his meta screamed for him to go with him. To fly in the freedom of the sky just as TC did. Without pain and without fear.. But he couldn’t. His master had loaned him to the blond man for the next few days. With a sad sigh, he turned his optics back to the ground. Barely even conscious of being introduced to ‘Sam’ whom he was supposed to entertain for those days…

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