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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 Sparks pt 2**

**An Arc in the New Era **

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

“Shhhhh, little bud,” the red Seeker murmured softly. His red optics were full of soft understanding as they looked down into the wild oceans of terror that stared up at him from the exam table. Reaching down, he rubbed the clone’s battered armor with gentle fingers.

“You’re not wiping him,” Electro growled as he gave TC a suspicious look. He’d been hovering by his little brother ever since they’d finished with him and begun to work on the Wheelie clone. True, he’d asked the blue Seeker to adopt them. But the clone and his human wife hadn’t yet earned his trust. That would take time. And a lot of it!

TC punched in a few more codes on his laptop. It was connected directly to the Wheelie clone’s meta, and with the guy now in total mode lock, the medics had stopped sedating him. Now TC could get an accurate reading of his processor functions, of his original settings, and what had been modified through the abuse. “Naw, I promised I won’t – didn’t I? Just gotta see what we’re up against, that’s all.”

The small clone listened to them as they discussed him. His optics darted frantically between them, and the three medic clones that were accessing and repairing various parts of him. He couldn’t move a single diode, since the blue Seeker had obviously put him in mode lock. But he was aware of everything around him now… Could feel everything that the medic clones were doing.. His core filled with dread as one of them actually stripped off his protective codpiece. Digits inspecting his interface networks from the inside out. The fiery heat of true terror washed through him. But he couldn’t move… Couldn’t even scream… All he could do was roll his optics up into his head.. The pulsing in his core grew frantic with his helplessness. As the medic explored his internal damage ever further…

“Whoa little guy, shhhhhhhh. We’re not hurting you. It’s ok, you’re safe,” the high pitched voice coo-ed into his audios. Poet felt a strange pulsing pressing on him from all around. The energy field swallowing his… Combining with his… It matched his own frantic pulsing for a moment.. Then the pulsing slowed ever so gradually.. Calming him slightly.. He felt emotion wash over him then. Emotions that weren’t his… The sensation of protection.. of safety… of unconditional love…

His optics re-aligned. And without even focusing first, he somehow knew it was the red Seeker that he felt. That he had somehow became one with. He focused his optics on the Starscream clone’s face plate. His optics now showing as much wonder – as fear…

“He’s got a strong spark. I’ve never synched with one quite this strong,” Scream told the others. He stroked the little clone’s shoulder armor. Both of their chassis now humming as one; as the Seeker kept their sparks synched. Kept Poet from blacking out in terror again…

“But I thought there were only five sparked clones in the shipment? If Poet’s sparked, then there were actually six!” McCoy commented. He glanced over at Scream as he continued to rewire Poet’s right leg.

“Apache Squad did a thorough scan and only detected five!” Scream replied. Had their scans been faulty? He glanced over at the Hook clone, whom was busily sorting his tools.

Spock’s cranial unit shot up. He turned, glanced their way, and then with a humph, marched off. In search of the members of the Apache squadron, no doubt were they going to be miserable when the perfectionist checked every single wire in the new sensory grids.

Speed snickered as he watched the Constructicon clone march off. “Loser fucked up all ready!” he muttered under his breath in a gleeful tone. He sputtered a bit as the Ratchet clone hit him with a wrench on the top of his helm. “Ouch! Ya freagin’ diode! Quit!”

“Shut up and get back to work Speed,” McCoy ordered.

The Drag Strip clone pulled his hands out of the little clone’s interface nets. “Who freagin’ off lined and made YA boss?!?” he growled.

“Speed, just shut up and do it. And by the way, what’s your report on that system?” Sharon asked. She walked up and looked down at the half-pint sized clone on the table.

Speed wiped the grease off his hands. “I’m done. The damage he has ain’t nothin’ that his own repair system can’t fix. Given enough time off from use.” He nodded at the other two medics as he nonchalantly hooked the clone’s armor back on him. “But the fuckin’ loser who did this needs to have his god damned balls sliced off!” With that final statement, the yellow racing clone marched off.

“And Poet doesn’t have a lick of pleasure programming,” TC reported. He punched in a few more commands, and waited for the scans of Poet’s battle processor to be completed.

“Sick fucking bastard. Gonna use a clone, and not even give him the programs he needs to enjoy it!” Scream muttered. Glancing down, he realized that his tone had frightened the little guy again. “Its ok… I’m not mad at you.. But you’ll never, never go back. Do you understand? Never!” He bent down and kissed Poet lightly on his cheek. Then he whisked something out of his cockpit.

“Geese, you still have that old thing?” TC asked.

Scream held up the faded blue plastic crystal. He spun the keychain from a digit, the light dancing through its facets. Poet’s optics focused on it, entranced. “First gift I ever received,” he explained to the little clone. Scream briefly met TC’s optics. “Best gift I ever received.”

He nodded for Electro to extend his hand. “This is for Poet. Give it to him after they’re done with him, ok?” He set the faded keychain in his hand. Hearing someone calling for him, Scream nodded to the group and zoomed off through the air.

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Poet huddled against Electro, his fingers balling the blanket. He stared at the woman snuggling against the blue Seeker sitting next to them. Electro had told him they were safe now. That this Seeker and the human were now their parents… He had said that Poet didn’t have to be afraid anymore, that everything would be ok now.

The little clone still couldn’t bring himself to talk. He hadn’t talked for over six months now. The only sounds he had made were whimpers, screams and yelps. Screams had been his main vocalization though. Screams that his former owner had demanded, and had gotten through whatever pain he decided to inflict. The man had taught Poet that his words were unwanted. Taught him that through the worst of torture! And the little clone had learned his lesson well.

He’d never been around a female human though. She was much smaller than his former owner had been. Her voice was soft, and her big dark eyes shown with a sad understanding whenever she glanced his way. Poet was entranced by her interaction with the Seeker. He’d watched her hold the clone as he had sobbed about ‘getting dumped’ by someone. Electro had whispered to him and explained it. The Seeker’s clone mate had dumped him for another clone, and the woman had let him. After hearing the story, Poet had watched her with an expression of total disbelief then. His former owner had beat him down, had made him understand that he was nothing but a machine. Not even equal to a vacuum cleaner in importance. Yet this woman treated the clones as if they were humans themselves.

Eventually, the blue Seeker had quit balling. He now sat there with his arms draped around the woman’s shoulder, a mixed expression of resignation and sadness on his strong face plate. The Wheelie clone felt the urge to touch the blue Seeker. To wipe those tear streaks from his face plate like he was used to doing for Electro. But he was afraid that the woman would get mad at him for touching her mate….

Poet’s thoughts were interrupted as a middle-aged blond man came up and kneeled down in front of the woman and Seeker. He cringed back against the Windcharger clone, pulling the blanket over his helm and trying to hide. He didn’t want the man to see him. Men liked to fuck Poet. Men liked to hurt Poet. He whimpered to himself as he rubbed the little gemstone keychain that the red Seeker had given him. He felt its facets slide between his fingers. The crystal seeming to get warm… It comforted him to rub it..

“Shhhhh, little one. They promised no one would touch us,” Electro whispered to him.

He felt his big brother’s fingers rubbing his back armor, as he tried to keep him calm. But he kept rubbing that pretty crystal as he hid under the blankets. The thin barrier was all there was between him and that terrifying man! He hoped the man hadn’t seen him….

“How you doing TC?” Daniel asked - his hazel eyes full of understanding. He’d noticed the half-pint sized clone hide under the blanket next to the Windcharger clone as he approached. With a sad sigh, he met his sister’s eyes. Sharon was going to have her hands full rehabbing these two, and dealing with TC’s angst at getting dumped..

TC sniffed a bit. “I just can’t believe he… he..” The tears returned to his red optics.

Daniel pulled him into his arms and gave him a hug. “Happens to all of us,” he told him. He held the blue Seeker and rubbed his wings for a little bit. “But you have to pull yourself together TC; you’ve got two new sons that need you.”

**sniff** “I know, I know…” **sniff, sniff**

Sharon stroked his back armor. “It’s just going to take some time to get over it. I’ll help you, you know that.”

“Poor sis is the queen of getting dumped; she knows just how you feel.” Daniel pulled back from TC. Reaching up, he brushed the tears off his face plate. “You’ll be fine TC. But it’s ok to cry. If you need to talk to a man about it, you know where to find me.” Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted timid blue optics peering at him from under the blanket. With a little fearful yelp, those optics disappeared again. Electro’s wary optics were also locked on him, boldly judging his actions. Like a wild coyote debating on if he should protect his turf, or run. Daniel gave a sad sigh as he turned his eyes back to TC. He hoped that eventually he could earn their trust.

TC sniffed again, looking up at Daniel as the man stood up. “Thanks Daniel. I might, uh, take you up on that,” he called after the retreating form of the man. The glum resignation now back on his face plate, TC leaned his wings against the stacked crates again, and sighing sadly as Sharon resumed snuggling. His optics held a far-away gleam in them as he watched the few that were still dancing, sway to the beat…

Sharon pulled the blankets a little more snugly to her. The chill in the air was getting more difficult to ignore as the land cooled beneath the swirling clouds of ash. She felt TC revve his engine a bit more, the heat radiating off of him helping to rid her skin of the goose bumps. “Thanks honey, it’s getting cold,” she whispered.

The blankets moved on her other side. Glancing over, she met the timid optics of the mute Wheelie clone. He squeaked in fright as he noticed her glance his way and pulled the blanket back over his helm to hide again.

“I’m sorry Sharon, he’s…” Electro began to say as he looked down in shame. He expected her to get mad. Punish him for Poet’s reaction.

“It’s ok Electro,” she said with an understanding smile. “There’s no need for either of you to feel ashamed for your reactions. Do you understand me?”

Electro chewed nervously on his lower lip and nodded. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to a human speaking to him as if he was one of them. It felt good, but he just didn’t know how he was supposed to act. He’d wanted this all his life, but now faced with it as a reality; he just kept waiting for the other shoe to drop. Kept waiting to come out of defrag and see his old owner glaring down at him.

Poet on the other hand, slowly pulled back the blanket again and peeked out at her. She’d turned her attention back to the blue Seeker again. She hadn’t gotten mad at him?!? Hadn’t yelled or been ticked?!? He’d heard her whispered thanks to TC about the heat generation. Maybe… Maybe she’d be happy if he helped her stay warm too? He longed to have a human be happy with him. To praise him for something… That’s all he’d ever wanted. She wanted to stay warm didn’t she? Isn’t that why she’d praised the Seeker?

Swallowing his fear, the little clone began to inch towards her under the blanket. Prepared to dart back to Electro in an instant…. He could feel her body heat as he slid under the blanket that was thrown over her and TC. He was so close he could almost touch her. He paused, every linkage so tight with his emotional tension that they felt like they would pop. His fingers curling around that little plastic gem, as if to get strength from it…..

“Mmmm, you’re so warm Poet. Thanks for adding your heat,” Sharon’s muffled voice came to him through the thick blankets.

For the first time in his tormented existence, Poet swelled up in pleasure over a compliment. His smile went unseen as he was still hidden underneath the protection of the blankets. She had thanked him! Just like she did with TC! He revved his engine slightly, increasing how much heat was radiating off of his chassis. Her body was just a handspan from him.. So close..

“The little guy’s outdoing you TC. He’s so warm, mmmmm,” her voice was full of pleasure as it floated down to him.

Poet inched closer, holding his intake of air as his armor grazed the thick cotton of her sweats. Would she yell at him? Hit him for acting on his own? Or would she praise him? He really, really wanted her to praise him, but he was ready to bolt back to the safety of Electro’s arms if he had angered her.

“You can use my leg as a pillow if you need too. You’re so warm, it feels wonderful!” she told him.

The little clone’s chassis began to hum slightly as he dared to press tighter against her side. He trembled as he lifted his helm and set it on top of her soft thigh. The blanket hiding him from sight made him feel a little braver. Gathering his courage, he hesitantly laid his arm over her lap. Snuggling tightly against her like a young child.

But she didn’t move. Didn’t tell him to get away from her… To keep his disgusting hands off her… Instead, he felt an arm lay over him on top of the blankets. He whimpered slightly as her fingers rubbed the blanket’s surface. But she coo-ed for him to stay put. Told him how happy she was to have him as a son. Finally, he relaxed against her. The humming of his chassis renewed as he enjoyed his new mother’s attention. He sucked the tip of the gem lightly… It was like sucking his thumb.. Made him feel better…

Sharon glanced over at Electro and gave him a smile. “You are both good boys,” she told him. She watched the wary clone glance down at the lump under the blanket, his optics full of conflicted want. It was obvious that he also desired the same physical contact… The same praise… But he’d been taught that it meant pain for so long, that fear was holding him back.

But the woman knew that his model tended to be a compulsive one, and she could possibly use that very tendency to break through his wall a little. Scanning the gathering area, her eyes fell on Speed’s yellow frame. “Hey Speed, come here,” she yelled to him.

Stopping his bragging in mid-sentence, the Drag Strip clone turned his head to her. “Why?” he yelled back.

“Because this clone is faster than you!” she replied. She gave Electro a confident smile.

Of course that boast caught Speed’s attention, and he trotted over. “There’s no fragger faster than me!” he snorted.

The fire lit in TC’s sad optics, burning away the sadness for a little while. He LOVED to diss his obnoxious cousin! “Yah dirt eater, this dirt eater will leave you in his fumes!”

Electro glanced from the yellow race clone, to his ‘parents’ and back. He didn’t know what was going on, and he was nervous that they’d get mad if he raced this guy and lost.

“So ya wanna race ya slaggin’ loser?” Speed challenged, his red optics bright with excitement. Anytime was a good time to race!

“You’re the slaggin’ loser Speed. I’d bet the next Dr Pepper I find on it!” TC smirked. He glanced over at Electro. “Ain’t that right Electro?”

The Windcharger clone realized he’d just been told to race this guy. And if he lost, his ‘dad’ would lose a bet. He sure didn’t want to disappoint him! He slid out from under the blankets and stood up. Now optic-to-optic with the cocky Decepticon clone… “Uh, yah, that’s right,” he stammered.

“Hey motherfuckers! It’s race time! Who wants to join us?!?” Speed yelled over the music.

Within a couple of minutes, there were six clones in alt mode at the impromptu starting line: Speed, Shado, Jester, Flame, Steel and Electro. Drew dropped the flag, and the smell of burned rubber filled the large hangar as the go-cart sized racers whizzed around the edge of it.

Sharon and TC stood up, cheering for Electro as he passed by on the first lap. Poet clutched Sharon’s hand, trying to hide behind her so no one could see him. But as his optics caught the shape of his brother hood-to-hood with Speed in the front of the pack on the second lap, he clapped happily. Then he ducked back against her. His optics timidly scanning the gathered humans…Afraid that he might be spotted..

Of course, he was spotted. A young red-headed woman and two femme clones walked up to Sharon. They all smiled at him as they looked at him curiously.

“Who’s your little friend?” Sandy asked. She knelt down a bit to be more at Poet’s level

He squeaked and dove behind the older woman. His chassis shaking with fear as he hid his face plate. Stuffing the faded crystal in his mouth, he frantically sucked on it. His optics wild with fear….

“Oh, this is Poet. He’s one of my new sons,” Sharon explained. Then she screamed encouragement to Electro’s speeding form as the racers flew by them again.

“He’s adorable!” CC commented to Star. She tried to look around Sharon and get a peek at Poet’s face plate.

“He’s very cute,” Star added. She smiled at him when the timid little clone peeked around his human ‘mother’.

Sandy held her hand out to him. “It’s ok little guy. You’re just so darned adorable we just had to come over and meet you!” Now on her knees, she met his timid optics.

“He’s had a rough time of it. A man was really mean to him,” Sharon explained. She wrapped a protective arm over his shoulders as she moved him to stand in front of her.

He trembled in fear now that he was fully exposed to their eyes/optics and pressed his back armor tightly against Sharon. He pulled the crystal from his mouth. Hiding it in a hand so that the females wouldn’t see it! They might want it because it was pretty! He wanted to run… To hide… The red-haired woman was reaching out to him. She was trying to grab him! To take him away from his new mother! With a growl, he snapped his dental plates at her.. Then dove behind Sharon again, trying to hide his face plate under her waist-length hair.

Sandy yelped in surprise, and pulled her hand away in the knick of time. She looked up at Sharon in total shock. “He… He’s like a wild puppy!” she stammered.

Reaching behind her, the older woman touched the half-pint sized clone’s shoulder plates. He was shaking something horrible! “Shhhhh, it’s ok Poet.. It’s ok…” she coo-ed. She turned slightly, allowing the terrified clone to climb up her side. Spreading her legs slightly for stability, she jutted out her hip and held him like a frightened five year old. His helm buried tightly in her hair, as he gripped her almost painfully with his hands. Boy, he had to be seventy pounds! She thought to herself, but said nothing to him. It was good that he was at least looking to a human for protection!

CC and Star glanced at each other. So he was another abused clone like them? “You poor thing. We understand. Men were mean to us too,” CC told him as she sidestepped around Sharon, trying to catch a glimpse of his face plate.

“That’s why we chose Sandy for our sister. She’s as nice as Sharon,” Star explained. She looked around the other side of the older woman, giving him her warmest smile as she caught a brief glimpse of his blue optics. He squealed in fear, and ducked his head against Sharon again.

He listened to them in wonder, but chewed on his lower lip. Because they were females, he felt more comfortable around them then the men – but he was still terrified. He felt Sharon’s other arm go around him, warmth radiating through his chassis as she pressed his armor even tighter to her. It was like she could read his thoughts… Like she knew how afraid he was.. But he didn’t want those females to take him away! Didn’t want them to touch him!

“He doesn’t talk much,” Sharon explained to them. She squeezed the mute clone’s chassis. “These femmes are part of our big family. They’re your friends too, little Poet. Look at them. Don’t be afraid.” She rubbed his armor as she encouraged him.

Poet whimpered as he moved his cranial unit slightly. His optics full of terror… But she wanted him to look at them. And he so desperately wanted to keep pleasing her! Gripping her tightly, he dared to turn his head…. Met those green eyes of the red-head he’d just lashed out at.

Sandy smiled at him, trying to forget that he’d almost bitten her just a second ago. “Boy, for such a little guy – you sure have beautiful optics!” she complimented.

Poet began to whimper, his entire chassis shaking. The only time his former owner had complimented him on something, was when he was fixing to make that part of his frame hurt. He bared his dental plates at the young woman, growling at her.. He didn’t want her close to him. Didn’t want her to look at him! When humans looked at Poet with smiles, they wanted to fuck Poet… To hurt Poet..

Her smile faded, and the young woman took a step backwards in shock. “My god Sharon, what have they done to him. He’s… He’s feral!” Her eyes filled with total pity for the clone. He’d been destroyed by his former owner.

“Shhhhhh little guy,” TC coo-ed. He took his optics off the racers and realized what was going on next to him. He could tell that Sharon was having a hard time handling the little clone’s weight, so in a smooth move, he put his arms around the Wheelie clone. “Here, I’ll carry you. I’ll protect you,” he said in a soft voice. With just a little hesitation, Poet clambered onto him. With the little clone hiding his face plate in one of his intakes, TC gave Sharon a sad smile. “Worse than Scream.”

Sharon nodded her expression dark. “I’ve seen young children like this on the news. It takes a long time… A long time..”

CC and Star glanced at each other, and then back at the clone/human couple and their feral clone ‘son’. “Back home, when a clone went this glitched, they’d just rip her meta out,” CC mumbled sadly.

The older woman glanced at the Arcee clone. “We don’t do that here. TC and I’ve brought one clone back from the brink of insanity, we’ll do it again!” she stated firmly.

Star met her brown eyes. The Firestar clone daring to boldly give the woman a quick hug. “That’s why we love you all. And anything we can help with….”

“We will!” CC finished.

The conversation was over as the racers flew by on their last lap. The racket of squealing brakes flooded the hangar as they all skidded to a stop.

“I beat him! I beat him!” Electro quipped as he danced from foot-to-foot. His optics searched the crowd of humans, clones and mechs. Spotting his new family, he darted over to them. He hadn’t let them down! He reached out for the little clone that clung to TC. Poet dove into his arms with a relieved squeal.

TC gave him a big hug. “You know, for a dirt eater – you sure are a fast son-of-a-bitch!” he praised him. He glanced over at the yellow Drag Strip clone who was storming away. “And YOU owe him your next Dr Pepper you freagin’ dirt eater!” he yelled after him.

The Windcharger clone had a bounce to his step as he followed his new family to their tent. He’d made them proud, and earned their praise! Life was good now…. He felt Poet’s familiar pat on his shoulder armor. Looking down slightly, his optics met Poet’s. The little clone’s face plate was covered in a happy smile that matched his own. With a laugh, he tossed his brother up on his shoulder plates. He smiled as those small hands gripped his helm for balance.

Sharon and TC glanced back at them with approval in their eyes/optics - Which just made the two new clones even giddier in their exuberance! Electro began to skip a bit as he followed along, Poet bouncing happily on his shoulders. Their exuberant grins couldn’t get any bigger!

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It was getting rather late now. So sliding into the tent, they began to settle themselves on the two air mattresses. Sharon and TC on one and Electro laid down on the other. He patted the mat next to him for Poet to lie down.

Poet glanced from the Windcharger clone, to his new ‘parents’ and back again. His optics full of confliction…. He wanted to feel his mother’s soft body next to him, but also the protective hum of his brother’s chassis. Tears filled his optics as he couldn’t bear to voice his desire.

But Electro could read him like an open book. “Um, TC? Can we move the mattresses together?”

“Why?” TC looked over Sharon at his new ‘son’. Was the clone already interested in her? He thought these guys were AFRAID that she’d want to interface with them!

The Windcharger clone gulped as he saw the suspicion in the Thundercracker clone’s optics. But then he recalled what the clone leader had said. He’d said that TC didn’t like other clones making moves on his wife. Electro relaxed a bit, he wasn’t making a move. Wouldn’t ever make a move! “Oh, um, not that TC. Um, Poet just wants to cuddle between Sharon and me. Makes him feel safe. Cus, she’ll keep a human male from touching him.”

Sharon cuffed TC. “Geese honey, you get all jealous over the silliest of things!” she quipped in a half-serious tone. She smiled at Electro. “It’s ok. Go ahead and scoot your mattress over.”

Electro and Poet rearranged their mattress and blankets with timid smiles on their faces. It actually felt GOOD to know that TC did not want to ‘share’ Sharon in that way! Meant that neither of them would have to worry about her demanding it from them, and that was more than fine with them! With a happy sigh, Electro slid under his blanket and stuffed the thin pillow under his helm.

Poet gingerly climbed in between him and Sharon and slid under the blanket. He shifted so that he could feel both of them. Just the top of his helm poked out from under the blanket, his blue optics peeking out.

Sharon smiled as she curled her body around the little clone, it felt like what she imagined having a young child against her. And for the childless woman, it was bliss! Putting her arm over him, her hand rested next to Electro. But she didn’t initiate contact with the wary clone. Her eyes met those glowing blue embers, inviting him… She heard TC’s wings retract as he turned onto his side. The Seeker pressed his cockpit against her back as he curled protectively around her.

“I guess I should apologize for being jealous and all. It’s just that, uh, we’ve been together a long time,” the blue Seeker explained. He gave Electro an apologetic half-grin.

Electro glanced at Sharon’s offered hand. He knew she was leaving it up to him, if he wanted the contact. Sliding his arm out from under the blanket, he met TC’s optics even as he dared to touch her fingers. “That’s ok. We’re glad you don’t share like that,” he replied with a bashful smile. But his fingers curled around the woman’s fingers. His human… His new mother…

TC grinned at the Windcharger clone. “Good,” was all he said. Then his optics darkened as he entered defrag.

Sharon gave her two new ‘sons’ a soft smile. “Well, when either of you is ready for that, and you see someone you want to date. Don’t be afraid to talk to us about it – ok? We love you both and just want the best for you two.”

Poet gave a happy sounding squeak, and snuggled tighter to her. He brought his one belonging up to his mouth, sucking on it like a thumb. With a contented sigh, his optics began to darken as he drifted off into a peaceful defrag cycle.

Just as Electro was deciding to also begin defragmentation, Speed popped his head into their tent. “Pisssttttt Sharon?” he whispered.

“Yes Speed?” she replied.

The Drag Strip clone slid inside and kneeled down. He gave Electro a brief glare before turning his red optics to her. “We figured out why only one of these loser’s sparks showed up on the scans.”

Sharon gave him a curious look. “Why?”

Speed noticed the freagin’ Windcharger clone’s optics brighten with curiosity. But he blatantly ignored him. He was still ticked at the guy for what happened earlier, and one day he was going to so leave his tail pipes at the starting line for pay back! “Because one of the freager’s is like Scream. An ‘Eve spark’. He’s on that same weird frequency,” he informed her.

So one of these clone’s might have an ‘Eve spark’ too?!? That was wonderful! It’d sure take the pressure off of the red Seeker! “Which one?” she asked.

The Drag Strip clone snorted as Electro’s optics gave him a hopeful look. “Not ya, ya slaggin’ loser! Ya little buddy’s got it!” He snickered as he saw the hopeful look, turn into sadness. It felt good to diss the guy!

“Speed, just shut up. If you keep insulting my sons, I’m going to ask TC to drop you into the nearest ashrift! Apologize now,” Sharon growled.

“Ya, sorry, whatever. I’m outta here anyways,” Speed smirked. He slid out and stomped off.

Sharon gave a disgusted sigh. “What my brother sees in that clone – I’ll never know!” she whispered to Electro. “But don’t take him too seriously. He insults everyone.”

Electro nodded. The more he was exposed to the clone-human interactions, the more comfortable he was getting in talking with Sharon. The male humans? No, he didn’t want them anywhere near him if he could help it. But what was this Eve spark thing? And why was it important enough for Speed to possibly interrupt Sharon’s sleep? “Sharon?”

She rubbed his fingers. “Yes?” She was glad that he was already starting to initiate contact and conversation. Maybe his rehab wouldn’t take too long.

“What’s so different between the rest of us and Scream and Poet?” he asked. He hoped it wasn’t anything bad. But it couldn’t be – could it? I mean, the clone’s leader had whatever it was. So it couldn’t be bad!

Sharon sighed. “Well, it means that their sparks can actually fire sparks in non-sparked clones. When they spark-bond with another sparked clone near them.”

“Spark bond? What’s that?” Electro asked. He drew his optic ridges together, not understanding.

“Pull the covers back and open your core access panel,” Sharon told him.

Sitting up, he let go of her hand and did as she asked. A soft blue glow filled the tent. Electro glanced down in confusion, wondering if he was leaking energy from his core or something.

“Don’t worry. That’s just your spark flowing around your core. Most of the clones here have them. And all will have them,” she explained.

“Wh – What is it?” he asked in wonder.

“You’re soul. That’s what makes you alive and sentient. Somehow humans give the precursors to you, and given enough time – they’ll fire up on their own. Or you can speed the process by having an Eve spark fire it.” Sharon watched his exposed spark as it swirled almost violently around his core. He had a very, very strong spark already!

“What’s spark bonding?” His optics were entranced by the tendrils of energy flicking in and out of his open chest.

“That’s harder to explain. Reach in your chest, touch your spark. Tell me how it feels,” she told him. She’d do it herself, since she knew from her experiences with TC and Jester that it was pleasurable to them. But she doubted the suspicious clone would allow it.

Electro gave her a suspicious look. Whenever his former master had told him to do something and then ‘tell him how it felt’, it had hurt like hell. He ground his dental plates together as he tried to decide what to do. He wanted to trust her, but…. “No!” he said with a defiant jut of his jaw.

Sharon noticed his change of demeanor. She slipped out from under the covers, careful not to disturb Poet. “Why not?” she asked him, keeping her voice soft so that he didn’t think she was challenging his defiance.

His meta wavered, she hadn’t gotten mad. Hadn’t called him stupid and ordered him to do as she said. “Um, it’ll hurt,” he tried to state in a sure voice. But he wasn’t sure it would hurt. But he wasn’t sure it wouldn’t. This was just too confusing!

“No it won’t. TC, Jester and I did it all the time. Don’t worry.” She gave him an understanding smile as she encouraged him.

He gnawed on his bottom lip, wishing that the Seeker was awake so that he could ask him if that was true. But he was on his own. HE had to decide if he could trust her or not! The tendrils of his ‘spark’ were dancing over his chest armor in a violent dance as it pulsed with the intensity of his emotions. He was afraid he’d torch his hand or something. So he gave her a challenging glare. “If you touch theirs all the time, then touch mine!”

Sharon’s eyes widened in surprise! This wasn’t what she’d expected the suspicious clone to demand. She figured he’d avoid her touch for a while. Then she thought about it. He was afraid he’d be burned, that’s why he had demanded that. Daring her to prove that his spark was safe to touch! “Do you really want me to?” she asked.

The human was actually going to do what he’d said?!? Really?!? After picking his jaw off the ground, Electro nodded. He wasn’t going to back down now. The woman needed to prove to him that it was safe. It wasn’t like she was going for his interface nets or anything. She was much smaller than him, so if she tried to hurt him… Well, he’d killed once all ready to protect himself and Poet – hadn’t he? But he really hadn’t wanted too. It had just… Happened wrong… That’s all..

She watched the emotions pass over his face plate. This was probably the first time in his life that he’d dared to tell a human what to do, and he was quite shocked that she was going to do it. “Well then, I suggest that you lie down, and don’t move.” She waited for him to lie down. Then she carefully stood up and tip-toed over the mattresses to him. Kneeling down on his other side, she glanced at him again before she laid a hand on him. “You sure you want me to do this?” she asked.

Electro felt a strange sense of power and control flow over him. He was ordering a human! A human! And she wasn’t mad or anything. In fact, she seemed to keep asking his permission. This emotion was so alien to him, but it felt good. He gripped the blanket underneath him, willing himself to appear strong. To not wince in fear when she touched him! “Yes, do it!”

Slowly, she reached a hand inside his open chest. Her skin tingled with the intensity of the strong spark field as she penetrated it. His spark pulsed wildly at her intrusion. The weak electrical impulses of her biological nervous system interacting with it… Further into him she went, until her fingertips grazed his very core. She began to caress it… Stroke it gently.

A blast of fiery pleasure washed over his primary grids as his spark reacted to her biological energy. He gripped the blankets, twisting the fabric mercilessly in his hands as he fought the urge to bolt. It felt so – good… So terrifyingly – good… His optics rolled into his cranial unit as he threw his helm back. A slight gasp coming from his clamped dental plates… Suddenly, the pleasure was gone.. “Wh – what, happened?” he gasped. His optics resetting and focusing on the woman kneeling next to him…

“Next time will you believe me when I tell you to try something out? I’ll never ask you to do anything that’ll hurt,” Sharon asked him. A sweet smile was on her face as she dared to tap the tip of his olfactory sensor with the tip of her finger. “And from what TC tells me, it’s even better when two clones do that with each other.” She winked at him. Standing up, she tip-toed back to her spot and slid under the covers.

“Th – Thankyou Sharon,” Electro stammered, his face plate getting a shade darker.

Sharon chuckled and blew a kiss at him before she pointedly closed her eyes. She sighed happily as she snuggled up against TC, the half-pint clone whimpering a little and pressing himself tighter to her as memory echoes assailed his dreams.

Electro waited a few minutes. Assuming she was finally asleep, he slipped his hand to his open chest. Reaching inside, he caressed his own spark. Waves of pleasure rocked through his networks as his spark reacted to his own touch. Throwing his cranial unit back, he bit his bottom lip in order to muffle his own moans. His entire chassis trembling as he worked himself into spark overload.

Sharon smiled as the air mattress finally went still. Knowing without a doubt that the clone had found a new way to enjoy his chassis…. With a self-satisfied sigh, she drifted off to sleep.

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“So what are we watching?” Jester asked as he plopped himself down next to Scream.

Jag looked around his mate at his brother clone. “As soon as McCoy figures out what wasn’t properly connected, we will be viewing the ‘Gangland’ series that we found in some cargo.” Propping up some boxes behind him, the Prowl clone made himself comfortable.

“What’s it about?” the Sideswipe clone prodded. He smiled as Flame came over and sat down next to him. This was kind’ve like a date for them. Just like the rest of the clone couples that were beginning to gather.

“Basic human organization of small independent bands, but it’s really very interesting!” Scream answered him. “The producers made it really good.” He glanced at the newly painted Sunsteaker clone. The guy looked hot as hell with that metallic gold base coat and metallic silver flames. “Damn Flame, I gotta tell you – you look hot as hell!” He coughed as Jag elbowed him hard… “Hey, I’m not after him or anything!”

Flame swelled up at the compliment from the clone leader. “I know. Jester and Silver did a pretty good job. And on me – it looks that much better!”

On the other side of Jag, Steel rolled his optics. “I heard that model had an ego. Wow!” the Bluestreak hybrid smirked.

The Sunstreaker clone snorted and wiped off some imaginary dust from his gleaming armor. “When you look this good – you feel good. So just tell me when you want to get a real paintjob! I’m the best at creating the perfect finish!”

Doc sat down next to the golden clone as he said that. The First Aid clone looked up at his date for the evening and motioned the Prime hybrid to sit down. He’d gotten to know Charge really well these last few days, and knew of one thing that seemed to bother him. Perhaps Flame could help him out? “Hey Flame, how long would it take you to give Charge here a new paintjob?” he asked.

Charge sat down, nudging Doc to be quite about his little color issue. He didn’t want everyone to know his business!

Flame scanned the ground leader-in-training with a critical optic. “One day, if I have the proper strippers, primers and paint handy.”

“He, he, you need chemicals? He, he, he, just tell me what!” Alchemy giggled from the row of mats behind them. He liked creating molecules and compounds, the more, the merrier.

“See Charge, all you need to do is ask. They can fix your identifier issue, no problem! Doc said with a pat on the Prime hybrid’s shoulder armor.

Scream looked over, his optics narrowing as he met Charge’s. “What identifier issue?”

“It’s nothing. Nothing of importance,” the Prime hybrid replied dismissively. But the slight darkening of his barely visible cheeks, told a different story.

“Nothing of importance!?! It’s been driving you to glitches!” Doc exclaimed. He looked around Flame and Jester, meeting Scream’s optics. “His identifiers keep telling him that he should be red, white and blue. So every time he glances down at his armor he gets slightly confused.”

“Well, now we know that there are potential issues with creating cross-model hybrids,” Spock dryly noted.

“Very intriguing, I do agree,” Petri said. He’d just come over to join them, Stoner at his side.

“So where’s your woman?” Scream chuckled. Petri was rarely seen without Ashley at his side.

Stoner shrugged and plopped down next to Digger in the back row of mats. He gave the Scrapper clone his normal half-baked smile before turning his optics back to Scream. “She told us to have some fun just being with the clones for a while, man.” He put his arm around the Perceptor clone as he joined him on the mat.

“Well, Charge, guess tomorrow you need to strip and give Flame all your armor. And Alchemy – you’re at Flame’s disposal tomorrow. I think you’ll be busy mixing chemicals all day,” Scream told the group around him.

“Scream, I’m really ok with my color. I’ll get accustomed to it,” the Prime clone argued. He didn’t like bothering anyone else with his needs. Especially when they seemed so petty!

Steel glanced around at him and Doc. He gave the ambulance a wink. “I guess you’ll be busy holding him down tomorrow!” he snickered.

“Movie’s almost ready!” McCoy announced. He’d had to go through all of Jinx’s nigger-rigging, and had finally found the crossed wires. The projector unit finally came on, showing against the white fabric they’d fastened to the metal wall of the hangar.

Jag made a quick count of the viewers. Even Beachcomber was lying down behind them, his blue optics bright with interest. But Rumble and Clipper were nowhere to be seen. “I’ll be right back, I need to find Clipper,” he told Scream as he rose to his pedes.

“Oh Clipper? He’s getting a blow job from Rumble over by the shower,” Scrounge told him. “You want me to go tell them to hurry it up?” he offered as he eagerly began to clamber to his own feet.

“He’s WHAT?!?” Scream exclaimed. He leapt to his thrusters and before anyone could stop him, he’d whizzed across the hangar.

“So much for a peaceful night,” Beachcomber sighed.

Now, the entire group had turned their cranial units in the direction of the shower. All of them waited for the fireworks to commence….

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