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Face Thy Fears	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 2674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To Trap a Ghost

“Well, we know she isn’t a ghost. That’s for sure,” Ultra Magnus commented as Blaster finished his report. Whoever this femme was, she was a master infiltrator, hacker and was apparently built to be a heck of an opponent in the air. Not a Seeker that he liked having running around the base unfettered.

Optimus nodded. He more than understood his bond mate’s concern about the strange golden Seeker that had infiltrated their ranks and hacked their systems so easily. But why was she here? Why had she attached herself to Red Alert? “So, she has both Decepticon and Autobot insignias?” he asked Blaster.

The red mech nodded as he took a sip of energon. “I’ve never seen insignias like them. They change from one-to-the-other depending on angle viewed from,” he replied.

The blue mech glanced over at Prime, “But is she bot or con? If she was bot, why’s she sneaking around?”

“If she’s con, why hasn’t she assassinated me? She’s had the opportunity,” Optimus responded. He could still feel the strange sensation of her stalking him… Touching his cab as if gauging where to best strike… His hydraulic pressure shot up. His chassis readying itself for conflict with the unseen Seeker.. Forcing his systems to calm down, Prime reminded himself that the matrix warned him when she was near. Even in its depleted state – it protected him. And it wasn’t acting up now.

“And if she’s a bot – why didn’t she offer to rescue the captives? She’s more than capable of doing so…” Blaster added. Sure she’d offered to ‘locate’ them. But an Autobot would just not find those in need – they’d rescue them!!

“The question is: How do we catch her? If she’s got both cloak and teleport, its going to be difficult,” Ultra Magnus said as he rubbed his chin, deep in thought. They needed to catch her and interrogate her. Find out what she was up to. What side she was really on.

“Optimus, if I can offer a suggestion?” Blaster asked. He didn’t like telling his superiors what to do, but he didn’t think normal tactics were going to work. This Seeker was far beyond him in ability, but somehow he thought he could predict her. The gentle way she had touched Red Alert, the tone of her voice, the expression on her face when he’d caught the brief sight of it. Something told him that she had a deep connection to the Security Chief. And it would be to their advantage to use it in order to possibly corner her peacefully..

Prime nodded for him to continue. Taking another sip of energon, he leaned back against the back of his chair and studied his ‘new master spy’. For if any mech could get inside this mystery Seeker’s meta – it was Blaster.

“Normal tactics aren’t going to work. Heck, this spy’s even better than I am. I’d bet money she’s better than Mirage ever thought of being! So she’d spot a trap easily. I think we need to force Red Alert to make her reveal herself,” Blaster explained.

Ultra Magnus nodded, “But what if she’s just playing the mech? What if he can’t get her to come out in the open?”

“Then we know she’s a con then, don’t we?” Optimus answered. His blue optics locked with his mate’s.

“And the hunt is on and the master is on the case….” Blaster finished for him. His blue optics told the two commanders that he’d be more than willing to take on the challenge. For if she was just playing Red Alert, and then Blaster owed her some payback for the emotional pain she’d done to Inferno. The sparkbreak that that poor mech had been going through since Red had spurned him – had just torn Blaster apart. Yes, he’d hunt the freagin’ whore down if she was merely a con using Red’s emotional weakness… He’d make her pay for what she’d done…

Optimus nodded, “we interrogate Red Alert in the morning then….”

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“I demand to know just what the slag you think you’re doing!!!” Red Alert shrieked as Prowl and Smokescreen grabbed him and handcuffed him. This was outrageous! Absolutely outrageous! They’d actually had the audacity to cuff him, to drag him across the base like some kind of common criminal.. He was the Chief of Security damned it! How dare they!

“You’re under arrest,” Prowl stated flatly. He and his partner began to drag the struggling mech towards the command center, pointedly ignoring Red Alert’s threats and insults.

Striding into the Command Center, the two dragged him through the halls as the rest of the Autobots watched. Then one of the doors for the interrogation room slid open and they threw the mech in. Still cursing and accusing Prowl of setting him up so that he could take his job, Red Alert landed face down in a huff.

“Stand up and take a seat Red,” Optimus’s voice ordered.

Staggering to his feet, Red Alert looked around him in shock, his mouth open wide for another round of insults towards Prowl. He swiftly slammed his jaws shut, staring warily at the four sitting in the room. Optimus, Ultra Magnus, Blaster and Kup sat on the other side of the table. They were looking at him with suspicion in their optics… Him?!?!.. The most loyal of Autobots?!?! .. “They framed me! I haven’t done anything! I swear Prime!” Red Alert stammered as he sat down. His chassis shook with his apprehension.

“Then who’s ‘Spot’?” Optimus asked. He leveled a steely glare at the nervous mech as he asked. But the Matrix was calm, so the invisible Seeker was nowhere close by.

Red Alert’s face showed his shock. They knew?!?! How?!? But then he spotted Blaster’s knowing look. The bastard was after him! The bastard spied on them! How dare he! “You piece of slag! Why’d you do this?!” he shrieked as he tried to lunge over the table. Even with his hands cuffed behind his back – he’d find a way to kick the slogger’s aft!

“Because I ordered him to. Now answer my question Red,” Optimus said. The tone of his voice was unnaturally cold and harsh. His optics bore into Red Alert’s.

Collapsing into his chair, Red Alert began to sob. His life was over.. They were all after him.. They wanted to take away the one mech that he could truly count on.. Truly trust.. “She’s MY ghost,” he sobbed, “She’s my spark mate.” He looked up at them, his optics accusing even through his tears. “She’s the only one who never turned her back on me, like you all did!” he accused.

Prime and Ultra Magnus met optics briefly. Both of them knew just how insecure Red truly was. The fact that they hadn’t been able to find him and rescue him from the Decepticons had most likely re-enforced his insecurities. In the mech’s meta, they had failed him. And there was little arguing his case. He’d gone through the worst of torture, for almost an entire orbit cycle. No one could blame him for being bitter about it. And now he claimed that this mystery Seeker had rescued him. She’d even managed to convince him that she was a Ghost of all things… A master of manipulation as well as infiltration it would seem.

“She isn’t a ghost, Red,” Blaster said softly. He too hated doing this, but if the cons had planted the Seeker and used Red’s emotional weakness to gain access… The mech had to come to grips with it.

Red Alert glared at him. The sneaky red bastard just couldn’t believe that he had his own private ghost, huh? Maybe he was jealous because Primus didn’t think he was as worthy as Red. But Red had survived the torture, the test.. Red had more than earned his ghost! And he wasn’t going to give up the one spark he could count on for anything… For anyone.. She’d seen what they did.. What he had done.. She still loved him.. She was his.. HIS!!! “Yes she is. Primus sent her to help me until the Guardian came. But then… then…” he broke into sobs and couldn’t speak for a few seconds. “What they did to me… Forced me to do.. Spot couldn’t stand it.. Couldn’t wait.. So she saved me..”

“How’d she save you Red?” Ultra Magnus asked softly, his large blue optics showing his empathy for the mech’s pain. But he was curious how the Seeker had rescued the mech. What type of techniques had she used? Did she fight and beat the cons single-handedly? Did she simply sneak out with him? Depending on what she did, would help shed light on if she was a con or a bot.

Red Alert collected himself, his optics shining in pride as he remembered what his timid ghost had done for him. “She took out their main frame with a worm, and carried me away before they could fix it,” he answered. “She’s a good ghost. And I know she’s a ghost because no functioning flyer can teleport as far as she can – and she never needs energon either!” he said with conviction. After all, if she was functioning, she’d need energon – wouldn’t she?

The four interrogators looked at each other in both amazement and worry. A Seeker who could teleport vast distances and never need refueling? That was unheard of. A hacker who could take down one of the Decepticons’ primary cruisers with a worm she’d created? A dangerous saboteur to have wandering around..

Kup shrugged, “Got me on this one, never heard of such a Seeker.”

“But she’s a real Seeker; I’ve seen her Red Alert. When you went into defrag after she repaired you. She uncloaked just briefly,” Blaster told him. His optics widening as he remembered the brief sighting of the beautiful, alien Seeker. “She’s pure gold, beautiful, and built to be more than a match for any of our flyers.”

Red’s optics widened in shock! He knew she was a combat-built Seeker because of the mental image he had developed from touching her invisible chassis so much. How would Blaster know what she was – unless he had actually seen her?!? She had said that Primus might allow her to fully come into this dimension.. Might allow her to live again.. Elation filled him! Perhaps Primus was doing this.. “You’ve seen her?!?!” he exclaimed.

Blaster simply nodded, not really understanding Red Alert’s swift change of emotion. He expected the mech to be appalled that he’d been tricked by the spy – but now the mech seemed elated.

Red Alert smiled triumphantly at his interrogators. “Then Primus is letting her live again! Don’t you see?! She’s got another chance!” he said gleefully. And she had promised to still watch his back even if Primus gave her that second chance. She’d stand at his side forever.. No one would ever hurt him again..

Optimus narrowed his optics, not believing that Red had been so suckered by the spy as to believe that Primus had actually ‘sent her’. “Then explain why she’s sporting both Decepticon and Autobot insignias?” he demanded.

Red Alert just looked at him like he was stupid, “Because she’s neither one,” he simply answered. It made perfect sense to him. She had off lined before the sides split. Many mechs had chosen to wear both insignias before the final split. He’d heard those rumors and stories about that time.

Ultra Magnus started to respond, but Prime put a hand on his arm and stopped him. The matrix was beginning to pulse strangely. The spy was now in their midst.

Sensing her presence at the same time that the matrix reacted, Red Alert got a huge confident smirk on his face. Spot would prove them all wrong! She was a full Guardian now. “Spot!” he said gleefully, as he haughtily looked down his olfactory sensor at the Autobots across from him. “Tell them.. Tell them about the Guardians..”

Unseen, SunSpot chewed her lip nervously. When she had come back from her recharging flight, she had found the Security Office empty. Sensing something was amiss, she had locked onto her spark mate and teleported to his location. Only to find him handcuffed and being interrogated. She silently glared at the red mech sitting across from him, knowing that the Autobot spy must’ve been the one to find out. Cursing herself for her complacency, the old anxiety began to rise in her core. Sliding behind Red Alert, she swiftly uncuffed him, putting her hands on his shoulders.. Trying to use his chassis as a barrier against those mechs.. Those mechs who would see her for the pathetic, useless Seeker she really was – if she decloaked.

Rubbing his wrists, Red Alert looked confidently at his fellow Autobots. He could feel her invisible hands on his shoulders, the slight trembling in them showing her anxiety in being in the same room with so many living mechs. “It’s ok Spot, tell them,” he told her as he rubbed one of her hands.

Willing herself to have courage, SunSpot looked down at the top of Red Alert’s helm. Gulping down her fear, she willed herself to speak. “Primus sends us.. We are his Guardians,” she said so softly that the mechs in the room had to strain their audios to hear her.

“If you are friendly to us, then why do you stay cloaked? Why’d you hack our systems?” Ultra Magnus demanded to know. He narrowed his optics as he stared at the empty space behind Red Alert. From the way the smaller mech was rubbing one of his hands on thin air by his shoulder armor, the cloaked Seeker had to be standing right there. His hydraulic pressure shot up as his battle processor automatically calculated the distances and speed needed to go from his current position, to springing down on top of the unseen Seeker. Granted, she’d just teleport out of his grasp, but….

“Decloak now, prove that you are friendly,” Optimus ordered as he interrupted his bond mate’s calculations. His optics stayed locked on the spot behind Red Alert. His own battle processor and chassis more than ready to attack if need be.

Red Alert squeezed her hand, “If Primus let you fully into this dimension, don’t hide. Be proud that you live again,” he told her. He could easily see the battle readiness in the mechs’ sitting across from them. The looks of suspicion aimed at the air behind him. Or was it really jealousy? Jealousy that even the chosen carrier of the matrix was not deemed ‘worthy’ enough for Primus to give them their own Guardian, their own protective ghost?

Sniffing back her tears, SunSpot looked around her with terrified optics. Red Alert still believed her story, but these other mechs were staring in her direction with distrust in their blue optics. Even cloaked, she felt the creepy sensation flow through her. But she had to decloak. She’d been found out. Grandmother would tell her to face her fears. To join these Autobots since they were of similar idealism to her home dimension’s Autobots. But the anxiety still rose within her. Her crippling shyness trying to take over, she gulped it down.. She had to come clean.. Had to let them see her for the pathetic Seeker she was.. So, while gripping Red’s shoulder armor in a painful grip – she decloaked.

As the beautiful golden Seeker appeared behind Red Alert, the three mechs who hadn’t seen her before – had to work hard to keep their emotions of total disbelief from showing. Blaster had been so right! Every inch of the femme was built for combat, and she was absolutely stunning as well. But she acted strange. Her strangely swirling optics locked down, unwilling or unable to look any of them in the optic. She almost seemed to tremble, as if she was terrified of them. Or was it guilt? Was she just a young Decepticon spy who didn’t know what to do now that she was caught? Had the Decepticon somehow gotten truly emotionally attached to Red Alert?

Red Alert could see the expressions that his comrades were trying to mask. Tilting his head back, he finally got the first true look at the femme he’d made his spark mate. His optics opened wider in disbelief. He’d suspected through his touch that she’d once been pretty during her life, but to actually see her – was to see that she’d been beautiful! And she was his… All his….

In a seamless move, he slid out of his chair and pulled the Seeker into his arms. She was his.. His spark mate.. His bond mate.. And even as she trembled in anxiety against him, and hid her face against the side of his helm, he loved her.. She was just terrified to be around so many living mechs again.. That’s all.. She wasn’t used to functioning.. She’d get used to it again. He looked at his fellow Autobots as he held his newly functioning spark mate tightly to him. They were just jealous.. Primus hadn’t sent them an angel.. And then gave her life again..

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Interrogation

“Inferno, we need you in the interrogation room,” Prowl’s voice said over the radio.

Inferno rolled up the fire hoses he’d been drying. Stuffing them back in his compartments, he transformed and made his way towards the command center. Why did they need HIM in the interrogation room? He was never involved. That was more for the military officers to mess with. Heck he was just field support, rescue and fire suppressant. His curiosity was overwhelming. He’d heard the rumors that they’d finally caught the Decepticon spy who’d kept the base on alert for so long. Perhaps it had something to do with him?

Transforming in a cloud of kicked up dust; Inferno strolled into the command center. Tracks was waiting for him so that he could brief him on why the commanders wanted him involved in the interrogation. “Hey Inferno, turns out the Seeker was playing Red Alert. He’s convinced that the femme is some kind of Guardian or something. You know him better than anyone else, so Prime wants you to observe him. Figure out if he’s suffering from one of his glitches again,” Tracks explained.

His core plummeted. The future possibility of getting Red to forgive him might be in jeopardy if he did this. But to refuse a direct order was reason for a court martial. It was a catch-twenty-two. He was screwed no matter what he did. Glancing up at the ceiling he wondered why Primus kept putting him in the position to alienate Red over-and-over again. The ghost had given him some measure of hope, but there was no golden mech. No future mate of Red’s to befriend.. Sighing in resignation, Inferno nodded his agreement to do as ordered and walked through the opened door.

His optics opened wide in shock as he scanned the situation. The room was crowded with Autobot officers. They were all glaring suspiciously across the table at Red Alert and the Decepticon Seeker. She was a brilliant gold, strange design, but obviously built for frontal assault. She sat next to Red, her hand in his, her oddly swirling optics locked down on the table. Her wings trembled in what appeared to Inferno to be fear as she softly answered harsh questions yelled at her by suspicious Autobots.

She was the ‘mech of purest gold and lightest of wings’ that the ghost had predicted that Primus would send to Red Alert. She was the Primus-chosen mate that the fire engine had searched for – in the hopes of befriending. In the hopes of getting a second chance – even as a threesome! Inferno wanted to yell at his comrades that she wasn’t just a guilty young Decepticon who’d been caught red-handed – she was the mate that Primus had sent to his ex! She was indeed what she claimed to be.

Perceptor stood up from his seat and offered it to Inferno. Sitting down next to Prime, the fire engine could feel the accusing glare that Red Alert leveled on him, even as that mech again defended the terrified Seeker from the harsh accusations of the gathered officers.

“You just can’t admit that you’re freagin’ jealous that Primus didn’t assign a Guardian to you!” Red Alert growled at Prowl, his blue optics narrowed in anger.

“Enough of that Red Alert! Primus is nothing but a fable.. A legend! There are no ‘Guardians’! She is nothing but a young con who’s conned you – and YOU can’t admit that!!!” Prowl shot back.

Red Alert opened his mouth to respond, but then Prime cut him off. “This is getting us nowhere. Spot, admit what you are and change sides!” he demanded as he glared at the Seeker. Who, in his optics, appeared to be acting like a guilt-ridden youngster.

She bit her lip, her wings trembling in apprehension. And for the twelfth time she explained: “Primus sent me. I, um, was in training to be a full Guardian, but he sent me early. I’m neither faction.”

Many snorts were heard. No Autobots believing her story other than Red Alert and Inferno. She was acting strange.. She was acting guilty – wasn’t she? There were no ‘Guardians’! She was a fool to think they’d believe that!

Sunstreaker whispered something in Prowl’s audio. The white mech nodded his agreement as he continued to glare at the Seeker in distrust. “I say we contact the cons and make a deal to trade the youngster for our friends,” Sunstreaker said with a smirk. He could imagine what the cons would do to the Seeker since she had failed, and it was a beautiful image.

Several other Autobots voiced their agreement. But Inferno kept his optics on the femme saw the look of shear terror pass briefly over her face. She was no con; in fact, she was truly terrified of them. And what would happen if the cons got hold of her? The ‘gift’ Primus was going to give them when she bonded with Red would never happen. In fact, whatever it was would probably belong to the cons – after they raped her. He had to stop the Autobots from truly considering this idea! Had to protect this young Guardian from the cons somehow…. “But what if she’s telling the truth? What if we threw away the ‘gift’ Primus has sent? What if the cons obtained the secrets she knows?” Inferno asked in a diplomatic tone.

The golden Seeker briefly looked up at his words of support. Her odd optics fleetingly met his. He swore they were filled with thankfulness. And even as Red’s new mate locked her optics back down on the table, Inferno felt drawn to her.. Felt the need to protect her.. She didn’t seem ‘guilty’ to him, she just seemed very, very timid. The type of temperament that he knew with certainty, Red Alert would be drawn to. For Red craved total control over his life, and his mate. That’s why they had knocked heads periodically. Primus must have known this. Chosen a Guardian that would best suit Red in personality… The best match to be his – mate. Inferno hated it, even as he understood it, even as he forced himself to accept it… He just prayed he could truly befriend her.. Earn Red’s trust again.. Be part of their lives..

“You say that – even though the whore stole your bond mate?!?” Sunstreaker exclaimed in total disbelief. Of all mechs, Inferno was the one he’d least expected to stand up for the con Seeker.

Everyone turned to stare at Inferno, all thinking the same thing. Even Red Alert stared at him with his mouth agape in shock. He’d expected his ex to want to tie her up and throw her at the first Decepticon he saw. To get her out of the picture so that he just might have a shot at getting Red back; Which wouldn’t happen – Ever….

Keeping his cool, Inferno merely nodded. “I think we need to take all possibilities into account. If she is what she claims, then we would be fools to hand her over to the cons like that. There must be another way for her to prove her allegiance?” he said in a diplomatic tone.

Again, her optics briefly met his. Somehow he knew he’d said the right thing. Knew it wouldn’t be hard to become friends with her now. Even though he was her mate’s ex. As he’d shown diplomacy and an open meta, somehow he knew she’d now also give him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps one day she’d help him convince Red to forgive him.. Perhaps one day they’d become close enough that she’d invite him back into Red’s quarters.. Inferno had never looked at a femme before.. But if it meant that he’d possibly have a shot with Red, well…

There were mumbles amongst the Autobot officers. Ultra Magnus and Prime conversed in quiet whispers behind their hands. The fact of Inferno’s support of the Seeker’s story had truly changed the tone of the interrogation. It put in question the fixed belief that she was nothing more than a young Decepticon spy. If she truly was what she claimed - Inferno was right – it’d be an affront to the mythical Primus to throw his ‘gift’ to the cons. But what if she wasn’t? What if she was just a young Decepticon who was afraid since she’d been caught?

Prime and Ultra Magnus turned back towards her, decision in their optics. The entire room went quite as Prime spoke.

“Inferno has brought to light the fact we truly don’t know what to believe about you, Spot. But regardless of what you are, you must prove that you truly have allegiance to us before we allow you to roam our ranks again,” he stated. The femme hesitantly met his optics with her own. Her wings trembling slightly… Was it guilt? Fear? Apprehension? Prime couldn’t really tell. But because of her proven talents and her combat design, he had no doubt that if she truly wanted to join them; she could complete the mission he was going to lay out. “Blaster has already overheard that you can find our captured friends,” he continued.

All the Autobots leaned in.. All of them wanted their friends back… But Red Alert’s optics shifted wildly. Did Prime know that he’d refused to order her to find them? What punishment would he face when she left on the missions? He’d be alone and unprotected without her… But if she didn’t do this – neither of them would be welcome here, at best. And at worst – they’d hand her over to the cons in ‘trade’. The timid Guardian wouldn’t even last a vorn with them. She didn’t deserve it! He didn’t deserve it!

“Find them, and bring them home,” Prime ordered, “Then we will accept that you are this ‘Guardian’ and welcome you into our ranks.” His optics locked with hers. He had seen the expression of relief when he’d said for her to ‘find’ them. But it swiftly changed to that of fear when he’d told her to ‘bring them home’. Why would a combat designed Seeker be so afraid to rescue a few captives – unless she was really a con.. But only time would tell…

The rest of the officers harrumphed their approval of the ‘test’ she must pass. Prowl and Sunstreaker studying the femme intently, both praying that she did indeed bring their bond mates home. Functioning…. Whole…

“You will leave in two day cycles. Until then, you are both confined to Red Alert’s quarters,” Prime commanded, “and Red Alert will be stripped of his duties and on house arrest until you return with the mechs.” He hoped that by putting Red Alert in the ‘hot seat’, that even if this was a young con – her apparent attachment to the mech would force her to complete the mission.

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“Those freagin’ sloggers!” Red Alert grumbled as he paced back and forth. They were sending his timid Guardian into the heart of con territory. Not even giving a damn about her safety! She was no soldier.. Regardless of her design.. She was nothing but a hacker.. A hacker! Nothing more.. He was terrified she wouldn’t make it back.. That the cons would get her…

SunSpot sat dejectedly on the edge of the berth. Her thoughts going the same route as his… But Red didn’t know just how truly pathetic a Seeker she really was.. How she was nothing compared to her siblings and cousins. A vision of her twin filled her meta. The silver tipped Seeker glaring down at her as she kicked her again. “You’re freagin’ pathetic SunSpot, freagin’ pathetic! How in the hell you’re MY sister – I’ll never know!”

Sunspot shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. She bit her lip, wishing she were her twin – not herself. That femme excelled at war games. Was as fearless a warrior as their sire. But she was trapped into doing this mission. If she didn’t succeed… She didn’t want to think about it.. But what if she was captured? The cons would treat her as brutally as they had Red Alert.. Did she want to face the possibility that her first experience with bonding would be by being raped? That her first sparklings would be the products of rape? Looking up at her agitated mate, she knew she had to bond before she left. Had to know what it was like as pleasure – at least once. Had to know she was carrying his sparklings even as the cons were raping her.

“Red?” she said softly.

He stopped pacing and looked over at the beautiful femme who was his spark mate. Her odd optics were swirling towards a deeper red. Her expression strange… “What?” he gruffly asked.

Her wings trembled. She knew he was afraid to bond again. She’d wanted to give him all the time in the Universe to get over it – but now she couldn’t. She wanted – needed – him to be her first. She hoped he’d understand.. Hoped he’d agree.. “Um, if they catch me.. You know what they’ll do..” she stammered.

He slammed his fist into the wall, leaving an imprint. “I know! Primus I know! I don’t want you to go.. Don’t want to risk you…” Angry tears filled his optics. She feared the same thing he did, and there was nothing either of them could do! They were helpless.. She had to do it.. Had to risk it..

“Red?” she said again, her own optics now filled with tears. She hated to ask.. Hated to put him in this position.. But she couldn’t risk rape being her first bonding.. Just couldn’t..

He turned his head. Seeing her tear-filled optics, he moved to stand in between her legs as he wrapped his arms around her golden air frame. “I know you’re afraid Spot. You’re nothing more than a hacker.. We told them that.. They won’t believe us because of your design..” he whispered, his tears now streaming down his cheeks.

“It’s not just that Red.. It’s.. It’s…” she stammered, unable to say it. Unable to ask him so bluntly…

“It’s what? You can tell me.. I’m your spark mate – right? We don’t keep any secrets from each other – right?” Red Alert said.

With his arms around her and her chassis tight up against his chest armor, she trembled. She needed him to be her first – even if she never made it back – she’d have it to remember… “I don’t want to chance rape being my first bonding.. I know how you feel.. I didn’t want to ever pressure you.. But if they catch me..” her voice broke at the mere thought of that..

Red Alert’s engine choked. He understood what she meant.. Why she had felt the need to say it.. But he wasn’t ready.. He couldn’t.. But how would he feel if she left here a virgin – only to be captured and raped again-and-again.. Never to know what true bonding was supposed to be? Gulping down his nausea at even thinking about bonding, he knew he had to.. He had to be her first.. Here.. Now… “I’ll try Spot, I’ll try,” he murmured.

Leaning down he took her lips. Their tears mixing together as one.. Neither one really wanted to do this so soon, but both knowing they had to…
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