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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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Author warning: Cursing.
Seeing as it was nearing noon, I made my way back to the room I shared with Tracer slowly. The fact that Shark had snuck a kiss off me had me positively confused and pissed off all at once. I checked the door to see if it was locked, which it wasn't. I listened at the door, it was silent. I palmed the door open and walked inside. The stink of sex was thick on the air. Curled on her berth was Tracer, spooning against her back was Smokescreen. I sighed and shook my head, moving out of the room again to head over to the medical bay. Ratchet was there, humming a little tune.
"Hey Ratchet, do you mind if I catch up on some recharge time in here?" I asked the mech.
He looked confused by the question, but nodded, "I do not mind, but surely you could use your own berth?"
I shook my head, "I rather not explain why I cannot right now, I'm tired, cranky, and want to bite someone's head off right now."
He hmmed, "I'll give you a sedative to take the edge off so you can rest Barracuda." Moving over to a table toward the back of the med bay, "Lie down on this one and relax."
I moved over to the table indicated and got comfortable, Ratchet injected me with some sedative which calmed me down quickly enough. "Thanks Ratchet." I murmured and offlined for some overdue recharge.
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It was Optimus' voice the stirred me out of my slumber, "Barracuda? Are you all right?" he was asking.
I looked up at him and nodded, "Yeah I'm fine." I replied, slowly sitting up.
He cocked his head slightly and nodded a little, "Missed quite a party the other night. Jazz announced that he and Prowl are bond mates."
I froze a moment then smiled, "Well about time." I offered softly, rubbing at my helm a bit. "I'm not in trouble for not doing my report duties am I?" I asked, having taken note of the time as it was well into the evening.
"Not at all. In fact I appreciate you not going around and doing your duties this morning. I think I speak for all the officers and some of the others at the party when I say thank you for no disturbing anyone. Why don't you just catch up with them tomorrow and get some rest in your own berth." Optimus said.
I frowned a bit to that, "Only if Tracer doesn't have company still."
He hmmed softly, then intoned quizzically, "Went back to your shared room with Smokescreen did she?"
"Yes sir." I replied, feeling a hint of anger coming back.
Putting a hand on my shoulder, Optimus said in quiet tone, "They have been dating awhile now; I am surprised you didn't know."
Tracer having that sort of secret from me bothered me and was showing on my face as I only frowned more to that news. "Apparently not as good of a friend as I thought, sir." I muttered bitterly.
"Hey now, don't say things in anger you'll regret later. Trust me on that, I've done it a fair number of times myself." Optimus stated, "I know you are a bit shy when it comes to us mechs, maybe even a little stand offish. But you have a good spark underneath it and you'll find someone when you least expect it."
I crossed my arms over my chest, not in the mood to listen. "Or have that someone try to force the issue. Thanks but I have been hurt before and am not in the mindset to think that mechs aren't out to get some."
Optimus vented softly, moving his hand off my shoulder, "Someone really messed with you didn't they, and for that I am truly sorry. I cannot know exactly what you feel or think, but I have a clue about both and all I can tell you is that sometimes you have to risk getting hurt to find true happiness."
I slid off the med table and shook my head, "No such thing as true happiness Prime. Good day."
At the doorway to my shared room with Tracer, I nearly bumped right into the only now departing Smokescreen. I leveled my best glower at the mech, my tone all venom, "Have fun?" The mech licked his lips and frowned a bit at me, but said nothing. Wisely he walked away. Tracer looked at me, taking note of the glower I leveled at her as I spat out, "Get the hell out of my sight."
She frowned at me, "What got up your tail pipe? It's my room too you know."
"I don't fucking care. Get the fuck out of here. Now." I spat back, sitting hard on my berth.
Tracer headed out without a word. If it were possible for the sliding door to slam I would imagine she'd have made sure that it would have done exactly that. I lay down on my berth and spent the evening having vivid nightmares.
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In the morning I went about my report gathering duties. Unfortunately a few of the officers were not quite done being with their ladies, which didn't really improve my mood any. Shark spotted me and ran out of sight quickly. I took it as cowardice for him not being willing to face me after what he pulled. Again my mood was getting worse by the moment and I gave up about half way through my duties to go for a long drive without notifying anyone of it. I didn't even turn on my radio so if someone tried to get me on it they'd get nothing but silence.
I found myself rolling into the driveway where I used to live. My car was still there. From what I could tell my room was taken over by stuff. The drift of steam from the vent in the chimney indicated that Mom was home, probably sleeping still at this hour of the day. I sat there quietly for awhile, then backed out. A short drive later I parked on a side road to get a look at my niece. She had grown up. I watched her walk down the road, then headed off toward where my Dad's place. Not surprisingly though I didn't find his van there. The place looked different. So I supposed he had moved out of there like he talked about doing some years ago. I left there to cruise around the town I grew up knowing all my human life. Taking note of the changes. The old saying about not being able to go home again was so true now. I drove back to the ship and arrived at night fall. Optimus met me at the entryway with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Barracuda, do you know what you have done?" he intoned in that voice that sounded like Father and Commander all at once.
I transformed and replied, "I went on a drive to cool off. So no I don't know what I have done."
He vented softly, shaking his head. "Tracer was crying when she came to my office, told me what happened and asked to be moved to another room."
I sighed softly and nodded, "I see. Did you accept her request?"
He uncrossed his arms, "I did. She's already moved out. I won't assign anyone as your roomie for now seeing as you obviously have a temper."
I frowned at him, "So what if I cussed her out. She has sex in our room and Smokescreen doesn't leave for the longest time and I'm the one in the wrong here? She could have been a bit more considerate of the fact I had been on graveyard shift and wanted to get a recharge in."
Prime rubbed at his temple with his hand, "You could have been considerate as well Barracuda. She didn't do it out of spite."
"Yeah? Fine... Whatever. Can I go now?" I huffed.
His optics narrowed slightly toward me, then he gestured, "Go."
I moved past him, feeling that anger come back again. Shark spotted me coming and again got out of sight. "COWARD!" I screamed after him. I stalked into my room, the items that belonged to Tracer were indeed gone from it. I sighed and left the room to get my duties finished from earlier. Several officers voiced concern, but didn't pry. I finished off my duties quickly and retreated to my room. A card and bouquet were on the table next to my berth. "Great, this mech again." I sighed, opening the card to read what it had to say:
'I couldn't ignore my spark anymore, it filled me with such a yearning that I haven't experienced in my life. I took advantage of you by giving you that kiss that I had wanted to give you for a year now. I should have been patient like you told me to be. I could have, but I didn't. I know you'll probably hate me for a long time to come. I'm sorry I put you through that because of what I was wanting and feeling. Maybe one day you'll forgive me. It is all I can hope for after all.'
I huffed softly, "Great so my secret admirer has been Shark all along? Lovely…" looking at the wildflowers I took them out of the vase and tossed them out the door. I couldn't accept that token.
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