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A Series of Events	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1659 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers,nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. I do own copyrights to all OCs in this fic.

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The next day I got a note from Jazz with the results of which mechs had my kiss in their top two or three. I wasn't exactly surprised by the revelation as I already guessed them previously. A visit to the rec room showed me that the others had received their results as well. Prime beckoned me to come over to where he and Ironhide were seated so I headed over there.
"I've been thinking we need to add a few more femmes to the group, so would you like to go on an expedition to a junkyard with us?" he asked.
I was relieved this wasn't about my putting him on my top three. "I'd like that very much sir. When do you plan on going?" I asked.
"Tonight, I'll notify the usual crew. Be ready to go at 2300." Prime intoned.
"I will do so sir." I replied.
"Oh and Barracuda, you were on my list." Prime admitted.
Okay that I hadn't expected since I only had the names of my top three. So I nodded, "As were you, sir." I offered softly.
He looked faintly surprised, but nodded back. "See you tonight."
I walked back to the energon cooler to get a ration, looked around a moment, then headed out. I bumped into Shark nearly literally. "Oh, sorry Shark." I offered, trying to go around him.
But he cut me off. "Your kiss is on my list." he murmured.
For the second time I had not expected something, those words in that exact order made the Hall and Oates song pop into my head. I nodded to him, "You didn't have to tell me that you know."
He looked up at me, "I know. Just that one of the three on my list gave me the spark surges. I can't just ignore that." he drew closer, I took a step back. He frowned slightly, "But I can wait."
I stepped around him, this time he did not cut me off, "Good, hope you are patient." I offered.
He didn't reply to that as I headed down to my room to ponder over this information.
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11pm that night…
I arrived at the ship's entry where a group of mechs stood waiting on me. It was the exact same group that I had followed them a year ago. Leading the group was Ultra Magnus, selected for a dual role of being the car carrier of the group and ability to take a leader role. He nodded toward me and transformed, the rest of the group following suit. I decided to stick closest to Bumblebee who was in the middle of the group. Ultra Magnus had given us our marching orders on the drive over. We headed out to a city about an hours' drive from the ship and found the junkyard. Bumblebee was sent out to scout it and distract any canines in place. We waited until he gave the all clear then headed inside. I would look for any whole vehicles in decent condition alongside Windcharger. Bumblebee would keep an eye on the perimeter. The rest would search for any large pieces of metal that could be used.
Windcharger and I moved around the junkyard, checking the piles of cars for any that hadn't been partially crushed. This proved a bit of a challenge, but eventually we came across a few that may have been recent arrivals as they were not as dusty as the other wrecks. Windcharger used his magnetism to float the wreck and I would push it up into the carrier section of Ultra Magnus. We filled the bottom section in less than ten minutes. The others were piling large sheets of metal that could be used for other bodies or on the ship itself. By the time Windcharger and I had the top half of the Magnus' carrier filled, there was a good sized pile that was ready to go. Windcharger used his magnetism to set the pile on an empty space on the upper tier of Magnus' carrier and held it there while a few of the others lashed it into place. All of thirty minutes passed and we were out of the junkyard to head toward home.
I was rather pleased with myself as we drove along. I had found a near identical twin to my first car as a human that was in very good condition. It wasn't hard at all to get Windcharger to help me load her aboard Ultra Magnus. We were met by the rest of the crew when we came into the ship, we soon had Ultra Magnus unloaded of his burden. The medics and engineers were already looking at the vehicles. I stepped over to Ratchet and Wheeljack and beckoned them to follow me over to the orange car that I picked out specifically.
"Would you make her into a femme?" I asked them.
Ratchet nodded, "Well that was the plan Barracuda, but why this one in particular?"
"She is like my first car when I was human. Just call it silly whimsy." I replied.
Wheeljack intoned, "We'll arrange for her to be a femme."
I smiled and left them to their work. With the junk cars and metal unloaded everyone but them and the engineers were left to discuss what they were going to do. Not surprisingly the group ended up in the rec room with most of the others to celebrate the finds and the upcoming new lives that would come of our efforts.
Jazz announced, "Let us not forget we are celebrating the first year of our newest additions to our group."
That met with further cheers and the vets gave us yearlings a toast, pats on the back, and all that. It was nice to be acknowledged in that way.
Within a week the junkyard wreckers and some metal had been shaped into bodies that were ready for a spark. Prime asked me to come and witness it. I stood by his side and that of the engineers as the medics fueled everyone up then instilled each body with a spark. I had a different perspective on the whole process, still though I couldn't stop myself from smiling as I saw the orange Plymouth come to life and transform for the first time. The new femmes and mech introduced themselves; Prime introduced himself, the engineers and medics in the room, as well as myself. He asked me to give them the grand tour, which I happily accepted. As we ran into others in the ship I would do the introductions. At the communications center I found Blaster with his tapes.
Blaster smiled to the new communications mech and his group of four femme cassettes, "You all will be working with me and my boys."
The new mech, named Bebop, grinned at that as I spoke up. "After the tour okay Blaster? I need to swing them by Ironhide so their get their room assignments."
Blaster gave a nod, "No problem, check you five later."
My next stop was Ironhide's office, where he was waiting for me and the group. I did introductions and he offered each a smile as he gave out room assignments. I was happy to hear that the orange femme, Tracer, would be in the room next to mine. Bebop got the room next to her; his tapes would be bunking with him. The five Hydrobots each got a room next to each other, but down the hall from the rest of the group. We finished the tour with me showing them to their rooms.
The next day the new group got their assignments for who they would be working under. I could tell Bebop and Blaster were going to be friends right off. Their tapes seemed to be getting along with each other well. Tracer was put under Smokescreens’ supervision. The Hydrobots got Seaspray since he was one of very few in the group that could handle the water. I was taken by surprise by Seaspray who told me I'd be under him as well. I asked why and he told me the medics had altered my car form during building so it could dive under the water like a submarine. I stuck around with the Hydrobots as Seaspray explained what we'd be doing for our assignment. Shark walked in to join us to listen in and then asked us to follow him to the nearby lake.
I mentally recalled a time when that lake had been full of volcanic ash and trees, but that had been over some decades ago, so seeing the lake glittering blue in the fading sunlight was pleasant. Shark headed in first and signaled for the rest of us to follow. Seaspray joined us as well to supervise as we all learned how to handle our underwater capable forms. We spent the entire night in the lake and came back to the ship before the sun rose. I bid my new neighbors a good evening and turned in for a recharge.
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