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**Guardian (Part 1) ** by Rockinmuffin, universe G1

“You’d think something like this would come with an instruction manual. Knowing my luck, I probably tore it up without even realizing it” the young woman muttered to herself, broken pieces of cardboard and Styrofoam littering her living room carpet. She eyed the droid curled up on her light gray carpeting, its body motionless and its optics void of any light. She poked at its leg, looking over the transformer’s body with the utmost scrutiny. “How do you turn this thing on?” She snickered briefly at the double meaning of her words as she continued her search.

Her hunt for anything even remotely resembling an on switch was fruitless. In frustration, she slammed her fist against the top of the machine’s head and jumped in surprise when its red optics briefly flickered to life before powering back down.

“Shit! I hope I didn’t break it… Where’s that damn instruction manual when you need it?” She dug through piles of broken Styrofoam pieces, groping blindly until she found what she was looking for. “Aha!” she exclaimed, pulling the thick booklet into view. “There you are, you sneaky devil.”

She opened the manual, lowering her glasses so that she could read the small print close-up. She flipped through a couple pages and stopped once she found the section on starting up the droid.

“Huh. Looks like I need to input some sort of activation code… Into the back of his head?” She leaned over, eyeing the back of the droid’s helmet. Her eyes widened at the sight; “Now how did I miss that?” she thought aloud, staring blankly at the access panel.

Quickly, she ran into the kitchen area, violently opened the closest counter drawer, snatched a small case of screwdrivers, and raced back to the droid. Her palms were sweating as she carefully loosened the screws, going slowly despite her anxiousness so that she wouldn’t slip and accidentally scratch the droid’s paint job.

Her lips quirked into a smirk as she revealed the mini keyboard and screen. She grabbed the instructions, and read aloud as she typed in the code; “Skywarp activate, owner code 57943-Z-2458-TDI.”

The droid’s eyes lit up a glowing crimson red and it sprung to life so suddenly that she found herself jumping backwards in surprise before she even knew what was happening.

In hindsight, it was a good move to make; if she had stayed still his head would’ve collided with her jaw and most likely would have broken it. …And then she’d have to explain to everyone and his grandma at the hospital why she had a six foot tall Decepticon following her around because, really, there was no way in hell she was about to leave the thing alone in her apartment before she was sure it wouldn’t blow up the place. The last thing she needed was to come home to a disaster scene of torn-up sofas and flaming toilet seats.

“Model 57943-Z-2458-TDI activated, registered owner – Maria Queen.”

Maria blinked, not quite sure whether she was impressed or unnerved that it knew her name. She shrugged her shoulders, writing it off as some phenomena involving advanced computer technology, satellites, and making her purchase on her Visa. While she knew little about the possible specifics and even less about technology in general, the idea was plausible enough for her to simply accept. No need to make herself overly-paranoid.

After all, she had much more pressing matters to attend to.

“So…” Maria drawled, cheeks flaming as she realized the droid’s optics were focused intently on her, “Um, welcome to your new home. It’s kind of small, and dirty, but once the initial disgust and fear for your life wears off the cockroaches actually make pretty decent companions on those lonely Friday nights.”

The robots optics flickered off briefly, barely even half a second; the Cybertronian version of a blink, she supposed. Unless she really did break it when she hit it earlier. That would suck royally, so Maria opted for taking the optimist’s approach and assumed it was a natural function. It sure as hell better be a natural function. Well, natural for a robot, anyway.

“So, do you go by Skywarp, have a special name of your own, or are you simply Model whatever followed by a ridiculously long number?”

Its optics flickered once again, sliver lips slightly pouted in an almost-human expression as it seemed to process her question. “I go by whatever designation you desire for me to go by” it, no, he replied. At least, he certainly sounded like a guy. The voice was deep, surprisingly soft, with only the slightest trace of a robotic undertone; it almost sounded like a computer voice generator if they were capable of properly expressing different inflections and emotions.

“I’m not really good at coming up with names; I mean, I once named a pet cat Kitty…” She scratched her chin in thought, eyes directed towards the ground but focused on nothing as she wracked her brain for ideas. “Um, Fluffy?” She wasn’t entirely sure, but Maria could have sworn she saw the droid cringe. “Okay, maybe not. How about… Skye? You know, because you’re designed after Skywarp so we call you Sky for short but you add a silent ‘e’ to the end because it makes it look more like a real name, urgh, well, a real human name” she babbled, her cheeks blushing in embarrassment as her glasses slid a little farther down the bridge of her nose.

“Skye is a suitable designation.”

“That’s good.” Maria grinned just wide enough to show a brief glimpse of her teeth.

Skye mirrored the action. He was glad that such a small thing could make his master happy. And if his master was happy, he should be happy too.

Skye stayed perfectly still as the woman inspected him, her fingers poking at his cockpit, running up and down his chassis as she circled him like a hawk. “Wow… You’re like an exact replica of those bots on the News” she spoke in childlike awe as she stopped behind him, the tips of her fingers dancing across the length of his wings. He shuddered, his optics flickering on and off while his engine purred. Maria didn’t seem to notice; she was too absorbed in her inspection, fascinated by how realistic the droid was.

Good thing, too, considering how much it had cost her. Sure, her father had paid for most of it, believing that the droid would be able to keep his youngest daughter safe, especially after that amazing rescue those two droids had performed at the I-10 bridge collapse, but nothing in life came free. She had to pay for a fifth of the price and her bank account was suffering because of it. Maria was convinced she’d be eating nothing but instant noodles for the rest of her life.

“Can you fly?” she asked, tugging gently at the top edge of his left wing.

“I… am capable of flight and transformation, yes” he answered, his vocalizer strained and his dental plates biting into his lips. His sensory networks tingled with sparks of pleasure. It was only appropriate that his master would be able to bring such reactions out of him without even trying.

Her eyes flashed with excitement, coffee-colored orbs sparkling behind her glasses lenses. “That’s so cool! You’re just like a real transformer!” Her grin widened, then quickly turned into a frown as she backed away frantically. “Ah, sorry! I got so excited I didn’t realize I was invading your personal space like that” she laughed nervously. “Feel free to tell me if I make you uncomfortable.”

Skye turned towards Maria, pouting at the loss of contact, wings drooping ever-so-slightly. He could still feel her fingers on his form; caressing, exploring… He shivered, his sensory nets still delivering small sparks of pleasure through his form, the shock much weaker now that she was no longer making contact but still enough to be distracting. “I’m comfortable as long as you are, Master.”

She snickered again, her lips twitching. “Just call me Maria, okay? ‘Master’ makes me sound like some old, snobbish aristocrat. Or a dominatrix.” She reached up to pat his shoulder plate, chuckling as the droid seemed to lean into her touch. “You sure are an affectionate fellow, aren’t you?”

Skye simply grinned, his dental plates shining bright. “It’s easy to be affectionate with such a wonderful master” he purred.

“Maria” she corrected, “Not Master, just Maria.”

“But… you are my master, yes? So that means I should address you as such.”

Maria huffed, but decided not to press the matter any more. She’d let it go for now. Besides, she couldn’t possibly stay frustrated with him; he was just too damn cute; odd, considering she had never expected she would ever use that particular word to describe a Decepticon. With a shake of her head, took her hand away from the bot and began collecting the mess of cardboard and Styrofoam that covered her floor. Even as she gathered all the ripped-up bits together she could still see all the tiny Styrofoam orbs sticking to the floor and resolved to go over it with a vacuum later.

Skye simply stood in place, not quite sure of what to do as his optics closely followed his master as she fluttered about apartment, disposing of the garbage within the kitchen trash can. He waited patiently, determined to stay completely still until he received a direct order.

Maria turned towards Skye, quirking an eyebrow at his military stance; his arms tightly pressed against his sides and the expression on his face so serious it looked ridiculous. “Uh, Skye, why don’t you make yourself comfortable? You can sit on the couch if you like.”

He did so, firmly planting his aft on the couch cushion, his hands on his lap, and awaited the next order from his master.

Maria found his stare a bit unnerving, but otherwise paid it little mind. Instead, she decided it would be best to vacuum the carpet now rather than set it aside for later; it would never get done otherwise. For a moment, she humored the idea of actually dusting the furniture too; then she remembered that there was no way she’d ever get to doing any of that because pigs had yet to fly.

Shaking her head, she pulled the vacuum cleaner out of the pantry, rolled it over the living room carpet, and plugged it into the nearest electrical outlet. With a deafening roar the vacuum came to life and slowly but surely began to devour the bits and pieces of trash.

Skye watched with steady optics as his master fluttered about the room, pushing and pulling the dinosaur piece of technology around. He had been ordered to relax, but it was hard to keep still when his master was walking about doing menial chores. It felt so wrong for him to just sit on his aft while she did all the work. He should be treating her, making her happy. And if picking up the litter that covered her floor made her happy, then, by Primus, he’d do it!

Boldly, he stood from his seat, walked towards his master, and gently pulled the vacuum out of her hands before Maria had even noticed he moved.

“Please,” he spoke calmly, “Allow me.”

She blinked as he set to work, watching as his brows furrowed in frustration as he struggled with the machine and his optics lighting up whenever he managed to suck up a piece of trash. In all of her twenty-three years of life, Maria had never seen someone act so enthusiastic about cleaning up. It was… precious.

As she watched him walk around the carpet, patiently vacuuming trash, stray crumbs, and dust, she started thinking; perhaps he could help around with other chores?

“Good job, Skye!” she smiled, patting the mech on his shoulder. “I don’t think the carpet has looked this good since I first moved in. You’re a natural.”

Skye beamed down at his master, his chest plates puffed out in pride. His master was pleased with him so it was okay to be pleased with himself. After all, she said he did a good job and it was his very first time doing such a thing.

“So,” she smirked as she pushed a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear, her glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose and her teeth flashing, “How would you like to help me pick up some things at the department store?”

Skye tilted his head to the side. “Department store?”

~******~

Everywhere he looked he saw piles upon piles of gadgets he’d never seen before and endless rows of colorful cloth; clothes, his meta registered, they were called clothes. The lights were bright, music played throughout the entire store, and there were lots of people everywhere. Skye didn’t mind the blunt, obvious stares he received because he returned them full force, amazed by all the new and interesting things.

“Wook! Wohbot, wohbot!”

Skye grinned and waved back at the young toddler who giggled excitedly in response.

Maria made a show of rolling her eyes, but the curve of her lips and the laugh in her voice was enough to let Skye know that she wasn’t really upset with him. “Come on, big bot” she said as she grabbed hold of his hand, his sensory networks tingling at the touch. “We still have some items we need to pick up. You remember what’s on the list?”

He nodded his head. Of course he knew; he committed the information to his RAM. “Bed sheets, a tie, and underwear.”

“Very good” she complimented, her fingers subconsciously providing light strokes over his metal digits in a way that made is circuits spark as she continued to drag him across the store. “We’ll get the sheets first.”

Shopping, Skye disdainfully discovered, wasn’t half as exciting as his master had made it out to be. He mostly just stood by quietly as Maria looked over the selection of goods, occasionally making comments when she asked for his opinion. She picked light blue cotton sheets and a simple black tie; a gift for her father, she explained.

Of course, some parts of the shopping were more interesting than others.

“What’s this?”

Maria stared at the frilly, silky piece of lavender cloth in Skye’s hands briefly before turning her attention back to the selection in front of her. “Panties” she answered simply. “They cover a girl’s privates; give her some modesty. The piece that you’re holding, however, isn’t all that modest.”

“And this other piece?”

“A bra. It supports a woman’s chest and helps decrease the pull of gravity so her breasts aren’t swinging past her knees by the time she’s eighty.”

The couple ignored the many stares they received; Skye didn’t think anything of it and Maria really didn’t care what a bunch of strangers thought about her in the first place.

Maria selected a couple pairs of various colored bikini bottoms. She looked back to Skye only to find that he was still fingering the small pieces of purple cloth in his hands, marveling over its detail, its softness. She stared at him, her lips curved and her eyebrow quirked.

Skye noticed her stare. “What?” His optics flickered. “It’s pretty. You should get this” he stated, stretching his arms out so that the panties and matching bra were only inches away from her face.

She laughed. “Thank you, Skye, but I wear things a little more…” She paused, searching for the right word. “Conservative. It’s very pretty, but it’s not for me.”

“But… you’re pretty, so why can’t you wear pretty things?”

Maria’s face flushed and her glasses slid so far down the bridge of her nose that they nearly fell off. That was the first time a guy had ever called her pretty. She’d been called pretty by other girls, her friends, her mother, but never by a guy. Guys had called her fuckable but never pretty.

He thought she was pretty. Sure, he technically wasn’t really a guy; he was a robot, but he identified with the male pronoun and that was close enough.

And that was when an odd thought flickered through her mind for the first time. He was a robot whose main function was to give people pleasure. She knew; she wasn’t ignorant. While most people didn’t know of the droids’ origins it didn’t take too much research on the internet to find out. Their main function was to act out people’s fantasies, make them feel good. Of course, most of their advertising insisted they could perform helpful tasks around the household, do jobs too dangerous for people, so on and so forth. But, deep down, they still had the same basic primary function.

She hadn’t any intention of ever using her droid in that way, but now, when he was looking at her with bright optics and an expectant look, and her cheeks were flushing while her stomach did somersaults, she wasn’t quite so sure anymore.

She shook her thoughts away, focusing her full attention back towards Skye as she tried to will away her blush. “Fine,” she sighed, “Hand it over.”

Skye grinned as he did so.

“Wipe that smug look off your face” she growled with a forced menace.

Skye obeyed, but his optics still gleamed brightly.

Maria grumbled quietly to herself, her cheeks still bright red. She could hardly believe what she was doing. She had gone twenty-three years of her life without owning a single pair of sexy underwear and now she was finally buying some; not because she particularly wanted them, no, but because a six foot tall robot sweet-talked her into doing do. Maria, she thought to herself, You’ve just succumbed to peer pressure by a droid. You’re a sad person.

Well, at least he wasn’t trying to get her to do drugs.

The thought was so absurd that she chuckled quietly to herself.

She continued onward through the store, Skye following closely at her heels. She passed by several clothing displays and saleswomen with perfume samples, her eyes straight ahead of her. She was determined to make her purchases and leave; she had neither the time nor the money to window shop for frivolous things.

Something glittered in the light, catching her eye.

…It wouldn’t hurt to just look.

She stopped and stared at the jewelry, Skye standing silently behind her as she gently fingered a gold chain. She gazed appreciatively at amethyst stone dangling elegantly. She turned the necklace over to glance at the price tag; she winced. Sixty-nine bucks.

Reluctantly, she put the necklace back in its place. “Come on Skye” she called as she walked to the nearest counter and paid for all her items without getting sidetracked again.

The droid followed her quietly; he didn’t say a word until they were safely inside her Nisan Xterra and already on their way home.

“You really liked that necklace.”

“Yeah, kind of, but my budget just can’t afford it. It’s no big deal.” She smiled, turning towards Skye and patting the top of his helm. “I got all that I needed so it’s alright.” She turned back toward the car’s dashboard and turned the key in the ignition.

Skye smirked. “Close your eyes.”

“What?”

“Master, please?”

With a sigh, she listened, all the while wondering what he could possibly be up to.

“Now open them.”

She did.

She opened her eyes and stared with wide eyes and a slacked jaw. She really hoped she was just seeing things but she knew better. There, safely nestled between Skye’s hands, was the necklace that she had been coveting in the store.

“Skye,” she gasped, her throat dry as she took the jewelry from his hands, “Where did you get this?”

“The store!” He grinned. “I saw you looking at it and I could tell that you wanted it. Aren’t you happy?”

“Skye…” Maria frowned, placing her head between her hands as she sighed deeply. “Skye, I know you had good intentions but… but what you did was a very bad thing.”

He frowned. “I did bad?”

“Yes. Very bad. You can’t just take whatever you want. If you want something you have to pay for it. When you take something without paying then you’re stealing. Stealing is against the law, Skye.”

The mech pouted, his optics shining in a way that made him look regretful. “Am I in trouble?”

Maria sighed again. If word got out that her droid had stolen something there could be all sorts of painful repercussions. He might get taken away from her. At best he might have his memories erased and be reprogrammed. At worst, there might even be a recall of several droids to make sure that others didn’t have any kleptomaniac-like tendencies.

No matter what, she couldn’t let that happen. She hardly knew Skye; she’d only just activated him several hours ago; but she found that she wanted to get to know him. She wanted to learn everything about him, how he was built, what made him tick, and what he might become if he just had the chance to live and learn.

“No, Skye,” she soothed, her eyes soft as she rubbed his shoulder plate, “You’re not in trouble. I’ll return the necklace another time. Just promise me you’ll never do this again, okay?”

He nodded slowly, his hands as well as his gaze settled securely on his lap.

“Good.” She pulled out of the parking lot, taking note of the droid’s solemn expression as she headed back onto the road. “Are you okay?”

“…I’m sorry. I… I just wanted to make you happy.”

She laughed softly, her glance briefly meeting with Skye’s before turning her attention back to the road. “You don’t have to give me anything to make me happy, Skye.”

The rest of the ride home was spent in a comfortable silence.

~******~
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