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

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Two months later…
Valentine's Day. It started out like any other day in the ship as I began my shift of collecting reports for Optimus. The mech was unusually clean and a photo I had not seen before was on his desk. I decided to talk to him about it later as I made my way over to the shared room of Prowl and Jazz. I knocked hard several times, then listened carefully. No response or sound. So I went to Prowl's office and knocked hard. This time I got a response. Not surprisingly Jazz was hanging out there, grinning like the Cheshire cat. They too were unusually clean. I had the idea that they had been talking about something rather juicy from how Prowl's door wings were positioned. Not to mention Jazz was practically hanging onto his shoulders. I took the reports that they had to give me and got a list of reports they needed then got out of there. I headed over to repair bay from there, finding not only Ratchet and Wheeljack there, but Grapple and Huffer. Again I noticed all of them were very clean. I got the reports I needed and lists from them all then headed over to the Command Center where I usually found Ironhide. But he wasn't there for once. I checked the rec room, not there. But a few mechs I needed reports from were so I got their reports off of them while I was there. The rec room was very clean and orderly, which only added to my suspicions that something was going on. Going to Ironhide's office I found his door open, I knocked on the door and heard his reply. Yet again a very clean mech was before me and a photo was on his desk that I had not seen before. I got my business done and went by Inferno's room. I was greeted at the door by the mech who was also very clean. And so it continued, all the officers were suspiciously clean. A few of them had a photo out of a femme I had never seen before. When I finally got back to Optimus with all the officers reports I knew what I wanted to ask him.
"Sir, if you don't mind settling my curiosity would there be something going on today that would have the officers all cleaned up as well as key rooms in the ship being clean and tidy?"
Optimus' optics brightened; there was a slight shift in his face above his mask that hinted that he was smiling under it. He reached over to the photo, intoning his reply, "We are expecting guests sometime today. Just the officers know about it. I would appreciate it if you kept this to yourself though. We haven't seen our femmes in a very long time."
I smiled and nodded to him. He was just exuding pure joy and happiness. "Of course sir. These lips won't be speaking a word of it."
"Good." Optimus murmured, looking down at the photo. "I have a feeling Jazz and Prowl will have something planned for us all."
"Of course they do. Jazz is a romantic at heart and obviously cannot resist the temptation to make Valentine's Day truly special for all his fellow officers." I told him.
Optimus looked up at me and gave a nod, "Hopefully not special and embarrassing."
I chuckled, "From the smile on Jazz's face I would say you'll be hiding away in your room with your femme for awhile."
The mech stared at me for a long moment as I stepped away from the desk, "Not a bad idea actually."
"Just lock your door." I teased softly.
Now he chuckled, "Of course. Enjoy the rest of your cycle Barracuda."
It would be a few hours later that Optimus' voice announced a ship was landing and everyone was expected to be on their very best behavior and to make sure that the visitors felt welcome. Tracer and I were in the rec room at the time with a few of the other mechs. Tracer was excited and wondering who the surprise visitors could be. I had to smile and shrug helplessly, pretending I didn't know a thing. It was about fifteen minutes later that Prime and a few other officers came in, escorting a group of femmes.
Optimus was speaking, "This is the recreation room where we can relax while taking in a ration of energon and chatting with each other."
The pink femme next to him was looking right at Tracer and I with a little smile upon her lips. "And who are your two lovely ladies here?" she inquired curiously.
From behind the group who was filing in I heard Shark's voice, "Moonracer?"
A femme turned to look back into the hallway and cocked her head. "Yes?"
Optimus intoned, "This is Tracer and Barracuda."
Shark's voice, "Sight for sore optics. Oh hey there Firestar." Another femme turned and looked over. She and Moonracer exchanged a puzzled look.
Tracer smiled and looked toward the hallway, "Seems Jaws knows them."
I giggled, "That's Mister Jaws or Toothy, depending on how riled you want to make him." my tone indicating I was teasing.
The pink femme looked between us then back over her shoulder to the mech in the hallway, "Oh my… he has changed a bit hasn't he?" she asked.
"No way." Moonracer intoned.
"Couldn't be." Firestar stated.
"Aw you cut me to the spark not believing it's me and all. Like you know that many mechs with teeth like these?" came Shark's voice.
The dual gasp came in stereo as the other femmes in the group apparently saw him showing off those pointy teeth of his. Moonracer stepped out of the room and I heard the mech say, "Oof... hey now... no messing with the head fin."
Tracer and I giggled, the I murmured, "Oh no, not the fin.. anything BUT the fin." Tracer just giggled all the louder. We had learned long ago that the mech was sensitive about that head fin of his.
The pink femme smiled at us, approaching now, "Now how is it that I not heard of you two before now I wonder." she glanced at Optimus a moment, "Mechs and their little secrets." her tone seemed amused.
"Oh it isn't just us I assure you." Tracer pointed out.
I smirked a bit, "Got to count the Hydrobots and the cassettes too as part of the small femme group here in this ship."
Another pink femme was dragging Shark in, by his head fin at that, "Ow… ow... slag it I said not the head fin Arcee."
Both Tracer and I had another giggle fit. "Note to self, to make him behave go for the fin." I murmured to Tracer, who only giggled louder.
Arcee just beamed, releasing the poor mech as she gave him a hug. "He deserved it. Been owing him one for a long time."
Optimus chuckled and made proper introductions of all the ladies. That's when Jazz showed up with Prowl.
"Ladies! Oh Primus you are all looking good." Jazz piped up. The new ladies all turned and got a hug from the mech as he made his way into the rec room. "Woo, I've not been groped that much in awhile." Jazz intoned.
Prowl's door wings shifted slightly and he shook his head, being more polite and shaking hands with the ladies as he followed Jazz into the room.
Jazz grinned at us, "So you two… could I borrow ya for awhile?"
Tracer and I exchanged a look, then we looked back to him to reply, "Sure." nearly at once.
"Good." Jazz said, turning toward the group of officers and femmes, "You all go on and finish your tour. Dontcha come back here til I give the all clear."
Optimus sighed softly and showed the group back out. Though Jazz made sure to grab Shark before he could leave. "Need ya too Shark. More hands we got the quicker we are done."
Shark muttered, "Yeah, okay, fine. I know that grin too well to tell you no."
Between the five of us we decorated the rec room and repositioned the furniture. Blaster came in to set up a DJ station and helped us finish the last details. Jazz shooed us off as he spotted the officers and femmes coming back to the rec room since he had given the all clear. It wasn't long before you could hear music being played and murmured conversations. Trust Jazz to set it up so the officers could relax with their ladies and maybe enjoy a few dances. A few hours later Jazz came to our door and asked if either of us wanted to join in on the 'non-officer' party that he was starting up since the officers had retired to their rooms. Tracer decided to go since she wanted to learn what sort of dancing was going on. I stayed put, just not feeling like being a wallflower and there was the fact I was on graveyard shift soon. Tracer bid me a farewell and headed off to join the party. I spent a little time drawing then headed off to the command center. I was a tad surprised to see Bebop hanging out with his cassettes.
"Not going to the party Bebop?" I asked as I took a seat.
He shook his head as he petted Ursa Thylar, who was curled up on his lap. Vixica was settled on the computer console in front of him, lying there quietly. Struthia was sitting on the mech's foot, neck and head against his leg. Austera got up to approach me. "It's a lover's time," he stated, "but for me time with my girls is sublime."
I smiled and nodded as I reached down to pet Austera's little head. "They are very lucky to have such a good guardian who treats them like they were his daughters." I told him.
Bebop smiled to that and gave a nod, "So you say, maybe you'll tell me your story one day."
I sighed to that, "You are much better Father than mine was when I was young Bebop so please let's not bring up my past okay?"
He nodded to me and turned his optics to the computer as he was monitoring the radio traffic. I turned my optics to the radar and sensor station screen. The rest of the shift was quiet enough, though every now and again the music or the raucous calls from the rec room made its way into the command center. The shift was over by the morning. The party had ended perhaps a couple hours before end of shift, so I expected to find Tracer in recharge as I approached our shared room.
What I heard from our room as I stopped my hand from palming the door though totally caught me off guard. I stood there and listened to make sure I was hearing what I thought I was hearing. Then I moved off to the rec room, which was still a mess from the goings on there. I was a little surprised to find Shark there, pushing furniture back into place.
"Hey Shark." I offered to the mech, "Like some help?"
"Oh, hey there Barracuda, surprised to see you here. Yeah sure, since you are here and all. I swear folks don't clean up after themselves around here. And guess who had janitorial duty this week?" he said.
I walked over to help him with moving the couch, "I would guess you do."
He nodded sharply, "Oh yeah."
We got the couch back into place and walked over to the next one in the room. "So you knew all those femmes huh?" I asked.
Shark replied, "Oh yeah. Tough buncha femmes too. Don't let the pink on a couple of them fool ya."
I smiled a hint to that; the next couch moved into place with us both working on it. "I don't try to judge a book by its cover usually."
He hmmed softly to that as he headed over to a table to straighten it up. "Ew... what were they up to in here." he sighed.
I glanced over at him, noticing the puddle of fluid near a chair. "Something messy looks like." I told him.
Shark vented hard enough it sounded like a grunted huff. "I'll go get a mop and bucket." he said.
I nodded, "I'll pick up some of this debris."
He headed out to get what he needed and was back in a few minutes time. I had nearly all the trash picked up by then. I noticed he had grabbed some cloths for cleaning up the furniture. I took the cloths to work on that as he mopped up the floor.
"I take it you didn't go to the party?" I asked.
Shark shook his head as he mopped away, "I took graveyard shift for patrol with the Hot Rod patrol. What about you?"
"Took Command Center duty with Bebop and the cassettes." I replied.
He was silent for awhile as I moved to a couch that had a mix of fluids on it. The glow of energon was easy to identify. The other though I had no clue what it was but from Shark's earlier 'ew' I figured it was something related to arousal.
"Oh... by the way... happy belated Valentine's Day." Shark offered softly.
I nodded slightly, murmuring, "Was happy for someone at least."
"No cards this year huh?" he asked.
I shrugged, "They had their minds on other things. Besides not like I expected anything."
Shark went silent again as he worked his mopping and I moved from one piece of furniture to another. When he was done with mopping he assisted with furniture cleaning.
"So why didn't you go straight to your room for recharge and come here instead?" he asked softly.
I frowned slightly as I sat down on the chair I had just finished cleaning. At this point all the cleaning was done and Shark was wringing out the cloths into the mop bucket. "Room was occupied." I replied carefully.
He glanced over at me, "By more than just Tracer?" he asked.
I nodded, throwing the cloth in my hand toward him. "Yeah."
He caught it and murmured, "Oh. That's… yeah…"
I sighed softly, "I'm so tired after this long day, really could use a recharge."
Shark hmmed, then said, "So why not just rest here or maybe see if the med bay is free."
"Mm, I suppose it will have to do. Certainly not in the mood to interrupt my roomie and her associate." I replied.
Shark nodded and took the cleaning stuff out of the room. I moved over to the couch to lie down and fall into recharge. I wasn't certain how long I got to be in recharge when I felt that my spark flutter and then a passionate press of lips against my own. I hadn't been kissed like that since the experiment a year ago. I brought my optics online, but found them to be covered with what felt like cloth. A hand was on either side of my helm, holding the cloth in place. I could feel the heat of a body close to mine, knees and thighs placed so my arms were pinned to my sides. I was not only surprised, but truly irked by the whole thing. The kiss lasted a good long time. I could sense just how much passion was being put into it with every moment of lips or tongue and even just the quickening flutter of my spark. Finally the mech moved slowly off of me, "Still on my list." was whispered then the sound of running. I sat up and tore off the cloth, frowning at the retreating echo of a running stride.
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