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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Recovery

“How is she?” Mirage asked in a worried tone as he entered the med bay. He and Grapple had spent the time loading the supplies while Wheeljack worked frantically on the femme. Both mechs tried not to think off the worst case scenario.

Wheeljack checked the level of the hydrocarbon fluid that was being slowly gravity-fed directly into her reserve system. He hoped her systems would hurry up and kick in, and shift the hydrocarbons throughout her systems to restore the delicate balance within her. Her energon levels were just fine; it was her carbon levels that had been depleted. It still amazed him just how sensitive the Guardian systems were to imbalances. “Well, her reserves are half-way full now. We’ve just got to wait and see if her systems can balance themselves,” he said in an exhausted voice.

Mirage walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder armor. “If I’d known, I would’ve waited,” he said in a guilt-filled voice. He ran his fingertips across her damaged wing. The damage that he had caused… Shame filled him. Shame that he’d risked their sparklings because of his blind defiance..

“You didn’t know Mirage. None of us did. She is too stubborn and too arrogant to ever admit to weakness in front of us,” the inventor said in a consoling tone.

Running his fingers along the damage, fresh energon coated them. It was as if the damage had just happened. No internal repairs had started even though it’d been astrohours since the fight. “I thought you’d said she could repair herself?” he said.

Wheeljack sighed and shook his head. “Only if she had access to carbon and plenty of energy sources.. She was so depleted she couldn’t even keep up with standard internal maintenance requirements, much less repair any damage. Her systems were collapsing. And she knew it. That’s why she was going to fly us to the refinery. She couldn’t even wait for us to get back with supplies,” he explained.

Shaking his head sadly, Mirage wondered how a mech could live like that. Too afraid to show her own weaknesses to others.. Too arrogant to admit she needed help.. “How are we going to deal with her?” he mumbled. He was now the mechs’ leader. A position he’d never held, never even wanted. And he had to find someway to make things run smoothly between the femme and mechs when she recovered.. If she recovered.. Shaking his helm, he forced that terrifying thought from his meta. She had to recover! Had to birth the sparklings he had seen swirling in her optics!

An arm went around him. Looking up, he met Wheeljack’s brilliant optics. The same silent fear showing in them, as his own held. “I know you never wanted to be in this position Mirage. Grapple and I will help you. We’ll figure it out together,” he promised.

“We sure will!” Grapple’s voice said. The two turned their heads, watching the mech as he strolled up to them. Putting his arms over the two’s shoulders, he patted them in a comradely fashion. “Perhaps we should still act in a similar way towards her when she wakes up?” he offered.

“Treat her like she’s a dictator again?” Wheeljack asked in disbelief.

Grapple shook his head. “Not exactly, we treat her as leader – but without the fear,” he explained.

Mirage turned and regarded the architect. “You mean, like we would Prime?” he asked.

“Ya, kind’ve like that,” the mech agreed with a nod.

Wheeljack turned around and faced them fully as he sat his aft down on the exam table next to her prone form. “Put the ball back in her court and see if she is true to her word?” he queried.

“Well, she does seem to pride herself on it,” Grapple shrugged.

“True, perhaps that’s the only thing she inherited from her grandsire?” the inventor said with an ironic grin.

Mirage couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw the humor in that. “It is ironic that she considers us pathetic, but it’s an Autobot trait that rules her sense of superiority,” he observed. Without thinking, he touched the damaged section on her wing again, only this time no energon coated his fingertips. His optics brightened as he held them up and scanned them. “Hey Wheeljack, I think she’s ‘healing’ herself now!” he said in joy. His optics begging the mech to tell him that it was indeed a good sign!

The exhausted inventor slowly stood up and checked her reserve levels. They were again in the red. But this meant that they had been siphoned into her active systems! “I think she’s gonna make it now!” he joyfully announced as he exchanged the empty bag hanging above her, with a full bag and reconnected the drip line.

After he was done, the three mechs hugged each other in happiness. If the femme was going to recover – then their sparklings were now safe!

“Hey Wheeljack, why don’t you rest on the other exam table? I’ll keep watch over her and wake you if something seems wrong,” Mirage offered as he saw the exhaustion in his friend’s optics.

Wheeljack gave an appreciative smile. Now that the femme appeared to be out of the woods, he was really feeling drained. Walking over to one of the other exam tables, he wearily climbed on top of it and lay down. No sooner had his helm hit the surface than his optics darkened in defrag.

“Why don’t you take over the bridge? Navigate the ship to the nearest asteroid belt and take cover in it,” Mirage softly said to Grapple. He still didn’t feel right in actually ordering his mates to do things, it just didn’t feel right.

Grapple patted him on his back armor. “You’re our true leader Mirage, not her. So don’t feel self conscious about giving orders –ok?” he said softly. Giving the black and white mech a tender kiss, he turned and quietly left the med bay.

Now basically alone with the unconscious femme, Mirage drummed his fingers on her carbide skinned arm. He began to think of how he could smooth things out between them, since he knew she’d hold that fight against him for a long, long time to come. But now that he knew her ancestry, perhaps that gave him clues to why she was this way. Turning his hips, he deftly slid his tail pipes up on the exam table next to her hip. Laying his hand on her, he studied her still form as he contemplated what her life must’ve been like before she’d been dragged here against her will.

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The blackness slowly faded as her meta began to reboot. Automatic system analysis informed her battle processor that her carbon systems were now half-way full and self-repair had been initiated. Surface sensory nets began to activate. Signals coming back indicating certain access panels were open, that exterior lines were connected to ports. Carbon supplies being slowly added directly to her primary reserve.

Activating her optics, she scanned around her - Taking in the situation. Wheeljack was lying on another exam table in apparent defrag. Mirage was seated next to her hip, his optics held a far away look as he doodled on her abdominal armor. Grapple was nowhere to be seen.

Anger filled the weak femme as she focused on Mirage. The manipulative male who’d waited until she was at her weakest to attack. Now he must be gloating over her. Narrowing her optics she glared at him. “Gloating?” she accused in a weak voice.

He jumped slightly, not having realized that the femme was activating. Looking down into her angry optics, he thought about how he should respond. He figured she must be more used to close contact with Decepticons the way she acted, so it made sense that she’d just assume that the victor of the fight would be gloating about it. But he truly hadn’t been. He had been contemplating on just how to get along with her. So he shrugged dismissively and said “Not really.”

Too weak to move much, she snorted. “Every victor gloats, do not lie to me,” she responded in a cold tone.

He shifted so that he faced her more so. His optics were soft as he met hers. “Perhaps cons do, but Autobots don’t,” he informed her in a gentle tone.

She snorted as she turned her optics away from his. “Spare me the honorable ‘Autobot’ act. You are a manipulative traitorous piece of slag, and you know it,” she spat.

He actually chuckled at that insult, causing the femme to return her glare to him. Patting her armor, he dared to even wink at her. “I learned from the best,” he snickered, “but I’m no traitor.”

“You wait until I’m weak to overthrow me. How dare you deny that you are a traitor!” she snarled as she tried in vain to sit up. Too weak to accomplish that, she collapsed back to the table.

“Oh, I didn’t overthrow you. You’re still our ‘leader’,” Mirage chuckled, “I just forced you to agree to be a true leader, not a dictator.”

“There is no difference. Only the strong lead, using fear to control the weak,” she snorted as she clenched her hands in anger of his insolence.

He cocked his head and gave her a curious look. “So that’s why the Autobots defeated the Decepticons of your home dimension?” he chuckled at the irony.

“You are lucky that I’m still weak. I would beat you for your blasphemy!” she snarled as she glared at him.

He held up a finger and moved it side-to-side as he clucked like an elder disciplining a younger mech. “Now, now, you’d be breaking your oath then,” he snickered, his optics gleaming in merriment.

“An oath gotten by coercion!” she growled.

He moved then, placing his arms on either side of her, he laid his chassis over her, but careful not to touch her. Careful not to interfere with the carbon drip… “The same way you obtained our oaths as well, my dear. We are even,” he growled to her, his face a mere handspan from hers.

She considered this, along with his dominating stance over her. “Admit it Autobot, you enjoy the power of domination just as much. But are too arrogant to openly admit it!” she accused as she met his optics.

Slowly, he settled his chassis over her, careful to keep his upper frame off of hers lest he chance interfering with her drip line. The other two mechs had mentioned that the femme appeared to actually LIKE to be dominated. Perhaps he could use this tact to force her to accept him as an equal. After all, he was stuck with her until one of them off lined – whether he liked her or not. “And you like to be dominated, just as much as you like to dominate – don’t you?” he purred, changing his tone to one of seduction.

Her optics opened wide in disbelief as he ground his codpiece into hers. “You would rape me as I lie here helpless?!?” she accused in outrage.

He smirked; it did feel good to have the femme trapped for once. “Why not? You found pleasure in doing the same to me. And it IS my right as bond mate – is it not?” he purred. His optics becoming clouded with lust as he gently bucked his hips teasingly into hers. It felt good to use her own words against her. After all, she had demanded him to fulfill his oath as bond mate to her – so he had every right to demand the same from her.

“You are a piece of worthless slag!” she snarled as she weakly tried to pry him off of her with her hands. But the attempt was in vain.

“You are as stuck with me, as I’m stuck with you – Guardian. So I guess you’d better get used to it,” he chuckled arrogantly. Grabbing her hands, he forced her to cross her wrists over her abdominal armor and then held them with one hand. With the other, he slowly reached down and slid his fingers along the seams of her codpiece. Searching for the latches even as he forced her to part her legs with his… “Perhaps what your real problem is – is that you’re homesick?” he purred as he began to click open the latches one-by-one.

She snarled as she weakly struggled. “I do not have those emotional weaknesses!” she growled.

He chuckled, the sensation of total control making him bolder. His fingers slid along her now exposed bonding nets. “Oh, you have the same ‘emotional weakness’ that I do. You just seek to hide it under your arrogance,” he purred. He felt her closed ports, running his fingers around their edges; he smiled seductively at the femme. “It will be less painful if you willingly open them instead of me forcing them open,” he whispered in a threatening tone.

Again, she weakly attempted to struggle but to no avail. “And you hide behind the Autobot arrogance of fair play. You are the same as every con inside!” she snarled.

He smirked as he began to slowly force her secondary port open, the femme’s hydraulic pressure rising as she tried to resist. “That just proves that we are all the same doesn’t it?” he chuckled, “You ARE homesick, and you are trapped here against your will. Just as I am trapped against my will as your bond mate.. Trapped far away from the home I love. Cursed to wander the stars.” Her secondary port was now open and he slowly pushed one digit inside. “Yes, you and I are in the same position – aren’t we? We are equals in our pain and torment,” his purr became more of a snarl.

She grunted as she still tried to keep him out. But her engines idled a bit faster. His domination beginning to turn her on slightly.. “What do you really want Autobot?” she snarled, trying to deny her reaction to him.

He snickered, his optics gleaming as his own heat began to build. “When I first gave you my oath, I would’ve said for you to at least like me – perhaps even love me,” he purred. His finger was becoming slick with lubricant, a sign that the femme was actually getting aroused by this forced bonding. He added a second, enjoying the fact that she tried to conceal her pleasure as he pushed it in the tight port. “But now, I don’t think you’re capable of either emotion. Your arrogance blinding you to your own emotions.. So I will settle for just mutual respect,” he finished.

“And you ask for that respect, even as you force bond with me?” she growled, even as her air frame trembled.

He unlatched his codpiece, extending his bonding cable out and slowly pressing it inside her tight secondary port. “Ah, but you are enjoying this. Almost as much as when you forced me! You cannot deny it,” he purred.

She couldn’t stop her reactionary shudder as she felt the length of him slide inside her secondary. His pelvis pressed tightly against hers as he stopped and moved no more, seeming to enjoy the sensation of just being within her. Heat began to build up within her as her sensory bundles went wild at his invasion, her bleeder vents opening fully as she sought to cool her internal temperature down. “So we are more alike than naught – Autobot. Does this make you proud?” she accused, “So you admit to enjoy raping others, just as you admit the weakness of homesickness.”

“At least I’m mech enough to admit to such,” he chuckled as he slowly added hydraulic pressure to his cable. Swelling it to its full width within her tight port…

His actions made her squeal in pleasure. The sensation of her port being forced to stretch caused her to arch against him. “Then quite talking, and just rape me,” she gasped. Throwing her head back, she spread her legs wider, bucking her hips weakly against his. She felt metal alloy teeth sink into one of her intakes as the mech began to slowly move his cable in-and-out of her. Moaning, she trembled as he took her. His painless domination driving her meta wild.

He was careful not to be too forceful, even as lust sought to make him thrust hard into her. She was weak, the drip line still funneling in the precious life fluids that her race needed. He wouldn’t risk his sparklings again like that. Wouldn’t risk her life like that. But he had to be seen as an equal, had to make his point. As the femme began to moan for more, he released her hands, knowing that his friends had been right. That the dominant femme did indeed enjoy the very act of being dominated!

She gasped his hip armor with her newly freed hands. Her fingers digging into him, scratching his gleaming paint job as she begged him to be more forceful with his thrusts. But he held back, not wanting to risk damaging her. Settling his weight a little more on her, he gently thrust his entire length into her and connected to her interior port. They screamed as one as their sparks merged. The tendrils of shifting energy flowed over each other, bathing each other in the very soul of the other.

Mirage felt the sparklings then. Just as Wheeljack and Grapple had done… But the new sparks were stronger now, and they caressed his hesitantly as he dared to reach out with his blue spark to touch them. He could differentiate them from hers now. Could sense the weakening tendrils which connected them to their mother spark.. He felt four of them. And his spark surged with the emotion of love as he introduced his very soul to theirs.

As the femme overloaded and went limp in defrag, Mirage slowly withdrew his spark from within her. Sagging briefly from his release, he barely kept himself from collapsing on top of her as he retracted his bonding cable.

“And you call ME a perv?” Wheeljack’s voice asked. His soft chuckle filled the med bay.

Mirage’s optics cleared and he turned his head towards the inventor. “Well, she IS my bond mate isn’t she?” he said in a sarcastic tone. The inventor slid off the exam table he’d been laying on, came over, and helped Mirage carefully get off the femme without interfering with her drip.

“Your ‘official mate’ that is,” he snickered with a knowing gleam.

“You two were right, she likes to be dominated,” Mirage grinned as he slapped the mech’s shoulder. “I think I earned her respect though,” he snickered.

“Between kicking her aft and then raping her, well, if you call her begging for it – rape… I guess you did prove you are her equal,” Wheeljack snickered.

“By the way, I met the sparklings. There are four of them,” the spy announced with a happy smile.

Wheeljack hugged him and spun him around. “Wonder which one of us has twins?” he laughed.

“Does it matter? They’re all ours,” Mirage said as he kissed his secret bond mate.

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