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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Eve Spark pt 1**

**Arc within the New Era**

**Universe G1, Written by StSE**

Jinx sighed as his hands touched the final unopened crate. It had been at the bottom of the shipment, so even though sensors indicated that a sparked clone was within, all of the others had been opened first. The Wheeljack clone looked longingly at the party on the far side of the hangar. His sharp optics made out the form of his human dancing with one of the human females, and his ‘brother clone’ dancing with another clone. When would he get used to this new way of living and thinking?!? Of clones dating clones, even though they were meant to date humans?

“You’ll get used to it,” McCoy told him. Setting his tools out, he came over and patted the new ‘medic’ on his shoulder armor. It had taken him a few hours to get up the nerve to whisper that he wanted the new clone as his ‘work partner’ to Charge. But the ‘ground-troop’ leader-in-training had simply given him a knowing look and made sure it was so. So now McCoy was ‘training’ the Wheeljack clone; even though Jinx had actually been activated for far longer than he had. But the Ratchet clone didn’t care. He had Jinx by his side during their active hours, and that’s exactly what he wanted.

He turned his optics onto his ‘mentor’ clone. “What do you mean?” Jinx motioned McCoy to give him a crowbar as he asked.

Handing him the crowbar, McCoy watched him with intense optics. “Get used to basically thinking for yourself, that’s what I mean.”

“I do think for myself!” Jinx snorted. He huffed a bit as he pressed down on the crow bar. But still the lid wasn’t budging. Dropping the crow bar in disgust, he studied how the top had been secured on the crate. Damn it! Someone had freagin’ SCREWED the lid on! No wonder it wasn’t budging! “Give me a hand with this. We need some Phillips head screwdrivers.”

“Hmmm, screwed it on? That’s odd,” McCoy went to his tool chest and pulled out two fully charged drills. Switching out the bits, he tossed one to Jinx, and began to work on the other side of the crate with his. “And you DON’T think for yourself yet. Tell me WHY you were re-wiring that garage.”

Jinx got one of the screws out, then started working on the next one. “To make life easier for my master. You see the garage door opener..”

“Did it for the sole purpose of pleasing your master. That’s not thinking for yourself!” McCoy snorted, cutting him off in mid-explanation. The Ratchet clone could care less WHY that garage needed rewiring. That wasn’t what he was interested in. “Now, tell me why you were staring at Drew with the look of a love-sick school girl?”

“Because he’s my human! That’s what we’re supposed to want! Physical contact with humans!” Jinx shot back. The drill in his hand lost its grip on the screw he was working on, flipping to the side slightly it pegged one of his digits. He dropped it with an ‘OUCH!’ and shook his hand a few times. But suddenly, McCoy was there, grabbing his hand and looking down at the tear in his thin metal skin.

“Let me get that for you,” he said in a gentle tone. Whipping some duct tape out, he bandaged the cut. But he wouldn’t release Jinx’s hand. Instead, he forced him to meet his optics. “And that’s the whole point Jinx. You are a prisoner to your programming. We all were at one time. But to be sentient, you have to break through your programs. YOU have to be able to modify them at will,” he explained.

“Break our programming? But how?” Jinx gave him a slightly disbelieving look. “And our humans actually WANT us to disobey our programs?!?”

McCoy nodded. Bringing his other hand up, he set it on Jinx’s shoulder. He began to rub his fingertips lightly, knowing that it would cause sensations to roll through his networks there. “The humans that we now call ‘ours’, are our family. They do not own us, and though they direct us – they really don’t command us anymore. They are teaching us to be like them. To be fully sentient… In a sense, they consider us their children. And one day they’ll expect us to be able to be self-sufficient without them if need-be.”

“So they want us to be able to live without them?” Jinx’s optics got huge. His voice shook slightly, showing just how terrifying a prospect that was to him. He needed a human to call ‘his’, it made him whole!

“Shhhh, they’re not going to abandon us or anything. It’s just; we have to be able to think for ourselves if we find ourselves alone. That’s all,” the while clone coo-ed as he pulled him into his arms. He stroked Jinx’s drooping door wings. Somehow it felt – so right – to do this! “It’s just your programming that has you terrified to live without a human of your own. That’s all. We’ve all been there.”

The Wheeljack clone shuddered. Every fiber optic line within him distraught at even the notion of living without a human! If this was his programming, was all of their programming – then how could McCoy become so strong? So independent? He buried his face mask against the side of the ambulance’s helm. His hands going around him… “How… How did you stop feeling like I do?.. How did you break this programming lock?” he whispered, desperation filling his voice.

McCoy smiled. This was what he’d been waiting for! For the clone to come to him.. Sliding a hand behind Jinx’s helm, he turned his face to them. “Open your battle mask. Let me see your face plate,” he softly ordered. His digits gently rubbing one of those cute audio panels…

With some soft clicks and whirs, the battle mask split in the center and retracted within his helm. Jinx’s exposed lips were quivering, adding to the pleading expression in his optics.

Pressing him tighter against him with his other hand, McCoy smiled as he scanned the bared face plate. “Do you really want to stop being program locked? Do you?” he asked.

“Y – Yes,” the Wheeljack clone stammered. He was tired of ticking off humans because he was locked into a desperation to try and please them! If he was confident like McCoy, sentient like McCoy – he’d be equal to the humans. Then it’d be like a coworker situation. His old owners were always very polite and nice to their coworkers, even when they did something wrong – they still encouraged them to keep trying. He wanted that! Wanted that so desperately!

“We break the programs like this,” McCoy purred. Without another word, he forced Jinx’s lips against his. The hand he’d put behind his helm, not allowing the shocked clone to pull away. He ground his chassis tightly against the tense clone’s. Rubbing their codpieces together in a seductive sway of hips, he felt his own interface networks activating. His weak spark beating frantically within his core. The longing to feel the pulse of Jinx’s with it, coursed through his every bearing.

He slipped his glossa in as Jinx barely parted his lips. Feeling the clone tense even more, he was gentle with his invasion. Savoring the coppery flavor of his oral cavity, he teased him into meeting him with his own glossa. Suckling on it lightly, he caressed Jinx’s dental plates with his glossa, as he slipped his fingers along his tail pipes. Squeezing gently with his digits, as he extended his weak energy field… Surrounding the clone.. Bathing him.. Inviting him..

But just as unexpectedly as the kiss came, it was over. Jinx gasped in disbelief as he sagged in McCoy’s arms. His knee joints felt weak. His strong spark fluxed wildly in excitement. But it went against every base pleasure program he had! To react like this to another clone’s touch! But he wanted more… He longed for more.. His optics searched the strong medic’s face plate. McCoy was so much younger than him – yet he seemed so much worldlier. So much more mature.. “I.. I..” he stammered, not knowing how to phrase what he was feeling.

“You’re feeling conflicted. Your spark wants this. Wants me. But your meta, your programming screams at you to stop me,” McCoy said. His optics full of understanding for what he was going through.

“Yah… You know,” Jinx replied. He bit his lower lip. In a single action, his entire thought processes had changed. A simple kiss, making him so contradicted… But he wanted to go further – but he couldn’t go further! He gave McCoy a pleading look, hoping he hadn’t ticked off his mentor by his inability to overcome the programming right now.

McCoy squeezed his door wing. A warm smile graced his stern features. “It’ll take time Jinx, but whenever you’re ready to push against your programs again, I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you,” he promised.

The Wheeljack clone gave him a timid smile. “Even if I have another accident again?” he asked. After all, the medic had hit him with a wrench for having a ‘stupid’ accident hadn’t he?

The Ratchet clone laughed as he turned and picked up his drill again. “Yes, even if you try and blow yourself up again. And maybe next time I won’t hit you so hard on your helm for it?”

The tension broken and the agreement made – the two began to laugh and joke as they worked on freeing the clone inside the crate.

Or make that ‘clones’. As the lid popped open, the medics were shocked to find not one clone, but two, crammed inside the crate. A full-sized one was curled up around a half-sized one. Motioning McCoy to step back, Jinx tapped on the big one’s grey helm. “Hey buddy, it’s me Jinx. Remember me?”

The blue optics flashed to life and the clone seemed to erupt from the crate. His pedes clanged loudly as he landed in a defensive crouch, the smaller clone’s limp chassis cradled to his chest armor. “Where am I?!? You’re NOT going to take him! You’re NOT going to reprogram us, you bastards!” he snarled as his violent optics scanned around him.

Jinx stepped forward. “It’s me Jinx. Remember? We were both trapped in those freagin’ crates. We talked a lot. Remember?” he said. He held his hands out. Showing the defensive clone that he was unarmed and no threat…

“Jinx, we need assistance,” McCoy said, reaching forward to stop his friend. They were not fighters. They needed Scream to null-ray the clone, get him secured so that they could diagnose his obvious glitch.

Jinx brushed his hand away, and kept moving towards the wary clone. “We don’t need any help. Electro just needs to understand that we’re free now.” He kept his optics locked with the Windcharger clone’s. “We’re free buddy. We’re free! Just like what you were dreaming about in transit.”

“Free? Seriously? If you’re pulling my servo, I’m going to smash you when I smash the technicians who try to wipe me clean!” he threatened. He tightened his grip on the limp clone cradled protectively in his arms. “I won’t let them do it! You know what I said!” he threatened.

“He is right Electro. We’re considered sentient here. No human owns us,” McCoy told him. He scanned the two clone’s chassis with his optics, noting the obvious signs of both old and new damage. Even though the clone was in a fighting stance and growling threats at them, he was trying to mask his cringes of pain. Every movement he made had to be agony. Yet he still glared at them defiantly.

“No one owns us here. Like I told you,” Jinx said in a soft voice as he inched closer. “I give you my word. As one unwanted clone to another. This is OUR place.”

The Windcharger clone looked from Jinx to McCoy and back again. He’d whispered back and forth for weeks with the Wheeljack clone. The guy KNEW what he’d been through. What his little buddy had been through. He’d seemed like a clone that Electro might be able to trust. But he was unsure. Unsure of everything and everybody! He staggered back a step, his ruined left knee linkages trying to give way. But he refused to show pain. That’s what they’d always wanted. To see you cry…

“Give him to me Electro, I’ll fix him. You know I will. Trust me. Trust my friend here,” Jinx said. He cautiously reached his hand out, daring to touch the clone’s battered arm.

“No humans own us now? We aren’t going to be erased?” Electro asked with cautious optics. He visibly cringed as the clone’s digits touched his armor. As if he was fearing more than mere pain.

“A super volcano erupted. Now the humans struggle to survive. Many of them are dying as we speak,” McCoy explained. He didn’t make any move towards the wary clone, realizing that somehow Jinx had managed to build some kind of report with him while they’d been trapped in the crates on the abandoned plane. “It is our time now. Our time to survive and learn to thrive! We were built to handle this new world and the challenges that face us. We are alive. We are learning to live independent of our programs.”

Jinx moved forward, his hands sliding up the tense clone’s arms. Their optics were locked. Electro’s with almost a pleading look within their suspicious depths. “No human will touch either of you again – without your permission. I give you my word.”

“Truly free?” he gulped. The Windcharger clone began to tremble. Then his damaged knee joints finally gave way and he collapsed against Jinx’s legs. Still cradling the deactivated half-pint in his arms, he began to sob.

The Wheeljack clone nodded at McCoy as he kneeled down and surrounded the sobbing clone with his arms. “Get Doc, we’ll need his help,” he mouthed to his mentor.

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“So what happened to them?!?” Scream demanded to know as he landed. All thoughts of the party and pleasure that he’d just been enjoying fled from his meta. He glanced from Jinx to Charge and then to the two heavily damaged clones lying on the tables. It was obvious to him what had caused such damage. There was only one culprit – abuse.

“Shhhhh, he’s been where you are. He’s not mad at you. He’s angry about what happened,” Doc whispered to Electro as the clone tried to bolt off the table at the Seeker’s rather angry tone. Jinx nodded in agreement and patted the clone to lie back down.

“What he told me in transit was that they were both owned by the same master. The man would keep them separated for the most part. He used them for some rather sick sexual games, especially the Wheelie clone there. It got worse and worse until finally Electro snapped,” he explained.

Electro looked up at the Seeker as he strolled up. “I couldn’t handle hearing the little guy’s screams anymore. I’m tough; I could handle what he did. But little Poet? He did worse things to him. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t DO anything!” he explained in a pleading tone. The medics had informed him of many things pertaining to this new world. And one of them was the leadership structure of this clone Unit. This guy was the head honcho.

“A fucking pedophile for an owner,” Scream snarled. His optics blazed in total outrage.

“We’ve kept Poet sedated. Electro informed us that he’s almost insane from the level of abuse he went through,” McCoy stated. His tone was level and calm, though his optics also burned with emotional intensity.

“Like you were when we found you,” a woman’s voice said. Sharon walked in, with TC at her side. Her voice was filled with sympathy.

“A human?!? A FREAGIN’ HUMAN?!? YOU PROMISED THAT WE WERE FREE OF THEM!!!” Electro screamed in fury. He tried to leap up from the table, but his heavy damage and the four clones now holding him down – kept him from launching himself at her. He wanted to rip her limb from limb. She was a member of the species that had tortured him and Poet for no reason other than their own sick pleasure!

“We are free. They are our partners. Part of our team. We are equals,” Charge explained. The sheer amount of rage that this clone had towards humans was appalling. He knew they’d gone through hell, but to turn into this? To completely disregard one’s loyalty programs towards humans?

Unafraid, Sharon walked up to the restrained clone. TC hovering protectively by her side… “I’m Sharon Trakersly, and this is my husband; TC. We are here to help you,” she said to him.

“I need no help from a slaggin’ human!” he snorted. But then he narrowed his optics and glared at the blue tipped Seeker standing by her side. “And you are a fucking traitorous piece of slag for taking one of them as your mate!” he growled.

"He has no weapons systems – right?" Scream asked McCoy over their private com.

McCoy shook his head, his optics locked with the leader’s as he realized that Scream was about to try something. Something potentially stupid, but necessary…

“Akkkkkk!” Electro screamed as he found himself suddenly thrown across the medical area. He crashed against the wall of empty crates, grunting in pain as several of them fell on top of him. Angrily, he threw them off and tried to climb to his pedes. Ignoring the agony of his torn linkages, he finally managed to stagger to his feet. “And you’re a fucking NNNGGGSSSSTTT!”

He couldn’t finish his insult towards Scream, as the Seeker grabbed him, spun, and slammed him hard against the solid metal wall of the hangar. He groaned in pain as his face plate was pressed into the steel. An arm twisted mercilessly behind him, keeping him locked into position.

“You don’t know what fucking abuse is Electro! Imagine having tacks implanted into every orifice you have, even into your very cable. Then imagine being thrown into a party of humans and dozens of them fucking you all night long. The drunken bastards thinking that your screams of agony are actually those of pleasure. Because every thrust into you feels like a thousand knives of pure agony ripping into your most sensitive grids!” Scream snarled in a low whisper. “And then when they’re done with you. They throw you into a little dark room. With nothing to do but clean yourself up and wait for the next round. Wait for weeks on end. Nothing else to think about but the pain in your ports… The tacks digging into you with every intake of breath.. Think about doing this for YEARS Electro. And as your meta cracks under the strain, all you can think of is the one clone that ever even gave you a kind word. By the time you’re rescued, you can’t even speak. You’re completely insane!”

The Seeker snarled as he let go of the clone’s arm and pushed him down. His optics were full of tears. Tears of rage – and of remembered pain… He knelt down on his knee armor in front of the clone. “You haven’t experienced real abuse Electro! YOU can still talk, think and even act!” he snarled.

Electro was speechless. He could see the angst in the strong Seeker’s face plate. Feel the honesty behind Scream’s words. He shrank back from those terrifying descriptions of true horror. His life had been horrible, but nothing compared to that!

Scream moved slightly, pointing at TC and Sharon. “And those that you rail against are the very ones who rescued me. Who believed that there was something sane left inside the insane. Who taught me to live again, to think again, and to even love again!” He jerked away from Electro. “We are equals with our humans. And the respect goes both ways. If you don’t want to be repaired, to have the pain that burns your very spark – extinguished with love… Then leave us now! Go out into the devastation and meet your end!” With a final challenging glance, he began to walk away.

The Windcharger clone sat there staring at the Seeker’s back armor with a mixture of horror, shock, disbelief, and want – on his face plate. He struggled to stand, leaning heavily against the hangar’s wall. All the Unit clones turned their backs to him, even the woman did. If he didn’t do something, he was truly on his own. He wouldn’t last long, and he knew it. Poor Poet wouldn’t either. “I… I’m sorry,” he stammered.

They still kept their backs to him. The tension filled the medical area. Electro gulped in trepidation of the mere thought of being truly alone. Watching his little buddy off line in his arms…. Knowing that he’d had the one opportunity to save them both, and thrown it away because of his hatred – no terror – of humans! He staggered forward. Realizing that he had to apologize to the woman… Had to shake her hand… He trembled in terror as he approached her back, his hand out. “I’m… I’m Electro. Um, Sharon right?” he stammered in uncertainty. Here he’d sworn to himself to kill any human who tried to touch him again – and now HE was almost begging her to touch him! But he had to! Had to pray that Jinx wasn’t really lying… That the clone leader wasn’t lying… That the human woman viewed clones as her equal..

Sharon turned her head, her eyes meeting his. The woman slowly turned to face him, her expression one of sadness. “Most humans would be appalled at what he did to you. Many of us would try to kill him ourselves. Do you understand that Electro? I’m on your side. I will never allow it to happen to Scream or you two again,” she said, her dark eyes scanning his face plate. She held her hand out, but didn’t touch his.

Electro gulped back his anger, his fear. His fingers almost touched hers, the sense of an impending backfire threatening to overwhelm him. He pulled his hand back; he just couldn’t stand the sensation of a human’s touch. His optics filled with shame as he looked down at the concrete floor. He had failed Poet. Failed to give them both a future… He just couldn’t… He’d rather off line than feel a human’s flesh on his…

But instead of yelling at him, Sharon gave him a sad smile. “It’s ok Electro if you can’t bring yourself to shake my hand. I understand. But do you understand that the humans here in this Unit are not your enemy? We’ll protect you,” she said.

The Windcharger clone met her eyes. His optics filled with confusion. He had refused to do what her body language had indicated she wanted him to – yet she wasn’t angry. Perhaps the Ratchet clone was right? It was the clones’ time now? But he’d obviously have to live with humans in the unit. Have to deal with his feelings towards them. “I understand… It’s just… Hard..”

The blue tipped Seeker turned around. “Nothing good is ever easy,” he said. Now he held his hand out to the clone.

Electro looked from the woman to her clone mate and back again. He knew this was a test. A test if he could accept a clone with a human wife. But he had to get past his emotions. Had to be accepted by Scream… Grinding his dental plates together, he grabbed the Seeker’s hand with shaking fingers. Giving him a quick shake before he tried to retract his hand, but the Thundercracker clone gripped his hand firmly. And before the surprised clone could react, he’d pulled him into his arms.

He tried to break away. But his overwhelming fear of close contact caused his meta to freeze up. He began to shudder in terror. Too damaged and too weak to even truly hope to break free! He yelped as he felt a hand slide along his back armor. As more hands joined it. Burying his face plate against the blue Seeker’s intake he whimpered for them to stop.

“Shhhh, relax. Enjoy our touch. We’ll never beat you senseless, never rape you. Accept our love, and we’ll accept you,” the high pitched voice of the clone leader whispered in his audio.

The Windcharger clone bit down on his lower lip to keep it from quivering and showing his true terror. His fear of showing how weak he really was… How all he’d ever wanted was for his owner to actually love him! For a human to look him in the optics and tell him that he could be a good clone. He’d hidden those feelings, wrapped them up in a shell of hatred directed at the very beings that he so desperately had once wanted to please. And here the clone leader was. A clone who had gone through so much more horror than he’d ever imagined. A clone he’d angered by his hatred for the human. Yet, he seemed to forgive as quickly as he’d attacked. His soft warm hands rubbing Electro’s battered armor… Whispering an offer of life, of acceptance, of possible love..

With a defeated sob, Electro allowed himself to collapse against TC. The blue Seeker staggering slightly as he was suddenly hit with the extra weight. But he didn’t complain, he merely put a hand under his thighs and hefted him up. Electro’s blue optics met his fiery orbs. “Will … Will you teach me… Like you taught him?” he pleaded. He didn’t try to hide his grimace of pain this time, as TC set him back down on the exam table.

TC glanced over at Sharon. He wasn’t sure he could handle ‘raising’ another ‘son’ like Scream. And if he mentored this clone, he’d most certainly get stuck with the task of mentoring the small Wheelie clone as well. Their tent was big enough for four, but what about Jester?

Just as that thought flickered through his meta, the ever-cheerful face plate of his clone mate filled his optics. Jester bounded into the medic area, his sapphire optics bright with excitement. Seeing the battered Windcharger clone clinging to TC with a desperate look on his face plate, brought the twin to an abrupt halt. His smile faded into an expression of confusion as he scanned the scene around him. “Uh, buddy? What’s up?” he asked.

The blue Seeker gave the broken clone in his arms a comforting squeeze. He didn’t want the guy thinking he was at fault here. Heck, it’d been a heck of a time just getting him to break down enough to open up to them. “He and the little guy were abused like Scream was,” he explained to the Sideswipe clone.

“Oh,” Jester said. One could almost see the wheels turning at breakneck speed in his meta as he digested the news, studied the actions of TC and begin to put two-and-two together. He walked up to him, noticing that the battered Windcharger clone cringed as he laid a hand on him. But the red ground clone was sharp. Perhaps one of the quickest thinkers that the unit had.. “Let me guess. You got to rehab them just like you did with Scream?” he stated more than asked. But his voice held no jealousy, no accusation. This caused every clone and human in attendance to widen their eyes/optics in surprise.

“Well, uh, ya. Guess you could say that? Um, it’s not like I don’t still love you or anything. But there’s not enough, uh, room in the tent,” TC stammered. A bit in shock that Jester seemed to be taking it in stride.

Jester shrugged and patted the Windcharger clone lightly. “No problem, they can have my air mattress.”

At this statement, everyone’s mouth fell open in total shock! Here he was; basically getting kicked out of his own ‘home’ temporarily to make room for the two needy clones, and didn’t seem bothered by it in the least.

“Jester?!? Are you sure you’re ok with it? Where will you sleep?” Sharon asked as she grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face her.

He smiled and gave her a hug. “Well, I was coming by to ask TC if it was ok if I dated Flame. I mean, I still love you guys and all. But there’s just something about Flame. I’m like drawn to him. I feel like I need him.” He turned back to TC, his optics now full of both worry and relief. “I hope it doesn’t make you mad TC. But I figured you’d like having Sharon all to yourself again,” he explained.

TC couldn’t speak. Everything was happening much too fast for his meta to comprehend! He stared at Jester with his mouth hanging open in disbelief. He’d been basically begged by an abused clone to take him and his friend into his home, and now his mate was kind’ve dumping him?!?

But Sharon had been through this far too many times with her failed marriages; A man finding a new and exciting squeeze and leaving to pursue it. But at least Jester had come to them first. Come to them to ask permission. He was a far better ‘man’ than her many ex-husbands! She nodded to Jester and gave him a pat. “Go Jester. See if Torie has room in her tent. TC will get over it. And thanks for thinking about asking his permission first. It shows how much you love us.” With a final smile and a kiss to his cheek, she pushed him, nodding for him to go.

“I… I just got dumped?” TC asked in shock as he watched the retreating form of the Sideswipe clone. His optics filled with tears of disbelief.

Scream walked over and put an arm over his intakes. “Not really TC, he’s just like me. A player. And we’re just not the type for you. Maybe he’ll get lucky and that new Sunstreaker clone can handle his roaming optics?” Then Scream met Electro’s optics. “So, you want him to rehab you two like he did me? You do realize that means you’ll have a human in the same tent with you?”

The Windcharger clone gulped and glanced fearfully at Sharon, then back at the Seeker. He had watched the entire scene with the Sideswipe clone play out with total disbelief as well. The red clone had obviously been part of TC’s marriage to the human somehow, but yet HE was allowed to decide to break off from them! To pursue his own interests! It was – amazing! Truly a dream come true for Electro! Chewing on his lower lip, Electro studied the woman. If he was in the same tent as her and her clone mate, would she expect and demand interface with him too? He shivered in terror at the thought. Interface meant pain.. Meant degradation.. He just couldn’t… “But… But you said..” he stammered.

The red Seeker grinned and set a hand on his dented shoulder armor. “Don’t worry; TC doesn’t like to share her anyways. They’re kind’ve monogamous that way. But you will have to deal with having them treat you like you’re their kids.”

“No… No interfacing?” Electro asked in a pathetically hopeful tone. His optics locked with the red Seeker’s. Scream understood didn’t he? Scream had been where he was..

Sharon smiled at the battered clone. “No interfacing, you have my word,” she held out her hand again.

Electro ground his dental plates together, his chassis shivering anxiously as he reached out with hesitant fingers. His optics now locked with the woman’s eyes. Praying desperately that she was being honest… That he could trust her like Scream obviously trusted her.. His fingers curled around those warm flesh fingers. And for the first time in his tortured existence, he shook hands with a human – as an equal… He and little Poet finally had a family. A strong clone who would protect them. And a human who wanted nothing from them, yet seemed to offer them her unconditional acceptance…

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Note: I've introduced a lot of characters as of late, and tried to put a face on many of them. So in this arc, I've decided that now it's time to focus on just the experiences of two of them. You'll find out which they are in the next chapter. (hint: one's an old character, the other is new!) This isn't to say that they are the only two involved, just that every situation will involve one-or-the-other in some way.

If you want to see an arc with your favorite pairing during the same time period, just tell me.. The more smut the better - right?
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