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***Insanity part 5**

**Friend** written by StSE, universe G1

“Angie and Tron sexually abused him severely; In every way conceivable… Then they’d send him to his room. A bare room without even a window! Sometimes he’d be in there for weeks on end. With nothing to do but think about what they’d done to him,” Daniel informed Sharon, pain in every word. He couldn’t believe Angie had been the monster that she had obviously been! Couldn’t believe it!

Sharon patted his back as they both watched the insane clone on the camera. He was in a secure room, huddled in a corner, rocking himself back and forth as he stared at that blue keychain and babbled. “You said she had mentioned being abused as a child?” she asked.

Daniel sniffed slightly and nodded. “I knew she had been, I just never thought.. Never thought SHE’D abuse!” he said in an angry voice. “Scream was so eager to please. Eager to do anything to please Sam when he was loaned to him! Why didn’t we see it! Why?!” he sobbed as he put his head in his hands. “We could’ve bought the poor thing.. Rescued him…”

“Shhhh,” Sharon said as she pulled her brother into her arms. “Most of the human cases are never known until it’s too late… It’s not your fault..” she whispered softly.

“C.. Can you do anything for him?” Daniel asked as he scanned her face hopefully. “I’ll give him to you. Please, fix him.. Make him whole again..” he stammered.

She put her finger across his lips. “Ok, I’ll see what we can do. But Daniel?”

“Yes?”

“I’m going to call one of the psych professors I know. Get them to come in and do some testing. Bring Tron in when we set up some appointments. She’s taught him to abuse other clones. So don’t leave him alone with Speed – ok?” she said. Her face full of concern for the yellow clone’s well-being..

Daniel chuckled. “I don’t think we have to worry about Speed. The two have already gotten into a fight, and Speed whooped his aft! Tron’s weapon systems were never activated.”

“But he may teach Speed to be abusive,” Sharon said.

Daniel’s smile faded, he hadn’t thought of that terrible possibility. “Ok, the two will NEVER be alone together then!” he stated.

As Daniel left, Sharon watched the insane red clone on the monitor. Sadly, she knew that while he might be the first, she doubted he’d be the last to suffer like this. Humans could be cruel, and clones had no rights. They were mere property. So now, she and her grad student Tom would need to study Scream and Tron. Understand the programming changes that had occurred and figure out how to rehabilitate them.

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Scream rocked back-and-forth as he stared at the key chain. His new master had carried him here, whispering that they’d fix him. He sure hoped they’d fix him. He was tired of being a bad clone. So tired of being bad… The pain in his bonding nets kept reminding him of how bad he was.. Of how he needed to be punished for being so bad! Then his master had come in and told him he had a new registered owner. Scream had logged the new owner into his memory banks. Had watched as the blond man left the room… Tears rolled down his cheeks. For he was so bad that his new owner had given him away! So bad… Such a bad clone..

Two young human men came in a little later. They had carried him to another room and strapped him down. He had screamed in agony as they’d forced his tight leg linkages to stretch.. Had made his pelvic armor touch the hard surface of the exam table he was now strapped too. He’d cried when they tried to take his key chain. Begged for them not to take the only thing he’d ever owned. So they’d looked down at him in pity. Had tied the key chain above him so that he could see it… His optics locked on it even as he whimpered from the pain of the tacks within him. He was barely conscious of the one named ‘Tom’ opening the access panel on his helm and plugging a data cable into his meta. The laptop now recording his every thought.. His every reaction to sensation..
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“He’s in constant pain Dr,” Tom informed her as they walked towards the lab. “Those tacks they installed in his bonding apparatus’s, are constantly hitting his sensory bundles.”

“Geese, no wonder the poor clone went nuts,” Randy noted in a glum voice, “Between the lack of mental stimulation and the constant torture, any one would go nuts.”

Sharon sighed sadly. “Is he still muttering about ‘EC’?” she asked.

“Yep, won’t take his optics off that keychain TC gave him. Mutters ‘EC gimme’ constantly,” Tom said with sadness in his eyes. To only have a single key chain as your only property, your only source of comfort, and the only source of mental stimulation….

“You know, I don’t know how TC will react to him. But we need TC to help us with him,” Randy said as he gave Sharon an understanding nod. He knew she was trying to protect the blue clone. Protect him from seeing the hell that this clone had gone through.

Sharon gritted her teeth together. Randy was right. The insane clone was fixated on his one memory of a ‘friend’. And perhaps that ‘friend’ was the only being who could break through his fragmentation. “Get TC, tell him to meet me in the lab,” she said.

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“EC gimme, gimmegimmegimmegimme, EC EC EC, Wherewherewherewherewhere?” Scream babbled as he stared at the pretty blue key chain hanging above him. He rocked his head back-and-forth even as he kept his optics on it. The repetitive motion seemed to sooth his meta. Seemed to help him handle the constant pain he was in. His head was the only thing he could move, now that the humans had strapped him to the table. The laptop sitting on the table next to him, continually recording what was happening inside his meta.

“I’m right here buddy,” TC’s voice said in a soft tone.

Scream turned his optics away from the key chain, frantically searching for the source of that voice. “EC EC EC!! Hereherehereherehere! EC gimmegimmegimme hystal! EC EC EC!” he shrieked in happiness as his wild optics locked onto the wonderful vision of the blue clone striding up to him. He worked his glossa frantically around his mouth. Not believing that it was really his friend there. His one and only friend!

TC sat down on a stool next to the insane red clone. Reaching over, he stroked Scream’s tear-streaked face plate. Sharon had warned him about what he would see. Had given him specific instructions on how to act towards him, and TC was glad that she had. He wouldn’t have known what to do. The red clone was acting so strangely! “Shhhhhh, Scream, I’m here. I’m here to help you,” he purred in a comforting tone.

“Don’t wanna o ack. Don’t wannawannawanna! Lease EC don’t ake e o ack!” Scream whimpered as he stared at his friend. “Tron mean. Tron ate e. e a bad lone. Sorry e a bad lone..”

TC leaned down and kissed the quivering clone on his helm. “Shhhh Scream, you will never go back. My girlfriend owns you. You live with me now,” he softly informed him.

Scream shrieked in glee. “not e a bad lone. Promise! Promisepromisepromisepromise! Not e a bad lone!” he groaned softly as his codpiece ground against the hard surface of the table.

The blue clone rubbed his fingers on the Seeker’s canopy. “Scream you’ve never been a bad clone. You’ve had a bad, bad owner,” he said in a sad voice.

Sharon and several male students came in then, silently gathering around the table as TC soothed the red clone. It was amazing to watch the deep connection the two had. Truly amazing… And truly heart wrenching at the same time…

“Damn, these clones act just like children don’t they. Makes me want to kill whoever did this to him!” Tyron muttered. His deep voice was full of empathy as tears welled up in his dark eyes. It seemed so out of character for an imposing linebacker like him. But Tyron was different from most. He himself had been the victim of abuse as a young child before being taken away and shuffled from one foster care home to another. But he had found his release for his internal pain on the football field in highschool. And this very ‘therapy’ had given him a free ride to college. Even now, he studied child psychology, since he wanted to dedicate his life after football – to kids like him. He didn’t know much about the clones. Except that his dorm mate, Randy, was working with TC. So he’d happened to come in when Daniel showed up. He’d heard what had happened, and felt an urge to hang around if they needed him.

“Well, she’s already dead. We can’t blame the other clone. He was merely following her orders…” Sharon replied softly. She knew Tyron and liked the young man. Cocking her head she mused, perhaps his own childhood history would give him insight to Scream? “Hey Tyrone? Perhaps you’d like to help us figure out how to rehabilitate him?”

The big black man looked up from Scream, his dark eyes meeting hers. “You know, I really think I’d like to do that,” he said. Reaching down, he gently touched the insane droid’s thruster. “I don’t know much about droids. But I know about abuse,” he said with slight bitterness in his tone.

Sharon nodded and offered her hand, smiling gratefully as the young man gave her a firm shake. “Well, we don’t know much about psychology – but we know droids. So welcome to the team, and thank you,” she replied.

Randy looked over the red chassis, trying to decide the best way to remove the tacks that were within the clone. “Scream, we have to bend and stretch your legs apart. We are going to stop the pain,” he said as he patted the clone’s wing.

“Nonononono! Bad lone eed unishment.. Bad lone eed ain!” the red clone cried as he writhed in his bonds.

Tyrone looked up at Sharon. He’d believed the same thing when he was five. His eyes widened in fascination at how similar this clone was acting to how he had. “You’re his new owner right?” he asked.

Sharon nodded, chewing on her lip as she tried to decide what to do.

“Tell him his punishment’s over now,” Tyrone whispered as he leaned close to her.

The professor nodded to his suggestion, it sounded feasible. “Shhhhh, Scream you’re not a bad clone anymore.. Punishment’s over – ok?” Sharon said as she leaned over him and kissed his cheek. “I’m your master now. I say you’re a good clone.”

He looked up at her, his optics searching her face. “E ood lone now?” he said as he chewed on his lower lip. “Master ays eam a ood lone now?” he asked in a hopeful voice. He’d always wanted to be a good clone. Always… That’s all he’d ever wanted.

She ran her fingers along his sensitive wings, knowing that it had always helped TC calm down when he was bothered by something. “Yes, Scream. You are a good clone. Now we have to take your punishment out, ok?” she said.

His chassis hummed in response to his new master’s caress. “E a ood lone, oodloneoodloneoodlone. Master ays ood lone. E always want e ood lone. Oodloneoodloneoodlone!” he muttered with a happy smile up at her. But then he remembered that TC had once said that she wasn’t HIS master anymore, she was his girlfriend. “ou TC’s girlfriend, ot master right?” he asked. His words becoming clearer and surer as his meta realized that his punishment was over.

Sharon glanced over at TC, noting the big grin on his handsome face at Scream’s question. “Yes, I’m his girlfriend,” she replied to the red clone.

Scream glanced from her to TC and back again. He remembered how the blue clone had once explained the whole ‘girlfriend’ thing to him so long ago. TC had said that they only had sex with each other and that they liked each other – that’s what the girlfriend/boyfriend thing was all about. “Do ou ike eam?” he asked her.

“Yes I do. I like you,” Sharon replied. Happy that the clone was calming down and beginning to talk more clearly, seeming to think more clearly as well…

“Are ou my girlfriend oo?” Scream asked - total innocence on his face.

TC scowled when he said that, and would’ve yelled at the red clone had Sharon not put her fingers to his lips and given him a wink. She glanced at Tyrone and mouthed the word ‘mother?’ to him. Upon his nod, she turned her eyes back to those timid, yet hopeful, optics staring up at her.

“No Scream, I’m not your girlfriend, I’m your mother,” Sharon said softly as she kissed the top of his helm. “And I love my son just like I love my boyfriend,” she said as she gently rubbed his helm.

TC looked at her in shock for a second, but then a grin spread across his face as he cross-referenced her terminology in his meta. ‘Mother/son’ meant she would love the red clone, but never have sex with him. Never go out on romantic dates with him. Yes, TC could handle that. But if Sharon was Scream’s ‘mother’ did that mean his relationship would be ‘Father/son’? “Am I his father then?” he asked her.

Sharon smiled and nodded. “Congratulations on your new baby boy TC,” she purred.

The students grinned and slapped the blue clone on his back armor. Joking about getting cigars and beers after the day’s work… Scream looked from the blue clone to the woman, not really understanding the human relationship terms. All he knew was that his ‘mother’ said she loved him. That meant she really, really liked him! “Love e, ou love e. Lovelovelovelovelove,” he rambled. Happiness filled him, even as he cringed while they forced his trembling legs apart..

They unstrapped him so that they could move his aft down to the edge of the exam table. Tyrone and Tom folded his legs tightly and locked them in place by each of them wrapping a strong arm around the bent leg they held. Gently, they forced them to the side and held them there.

Randy positioned himself at Scream’s exposed codpiece, speculum in hand. He’d gotten it from a med student he knew, figuring that it’d help them in getting the tacks out. If the situation wasn’t so grim and sad, he’d be laughing at the mere thought of standing there with a speculum in hand and lubricant in the other. Ready to give a clone a ‘port exam’! “Dr. I need him to open his ports,” he said.

Scream had her hand in a death grip, terror on his face. “Here Scream, hold onto TC. You can’t hurt him,” she said softly as she pried his fingers from her hand. “Open your aft port Scream”

“It urt! Urturturturturturturuturt! Lease urt!” Scream babbled as he shook his head violently from side-to-side. He trembled as he felt the man touching his codpiece. He wanted to run.. To hide from their touch… But the two strong men gripping his folded legs trapped him in the vulnerable position..

Sharon rubbed the side of his helm gently. “I know it hurts Scream. But it won’t after we get them out of you. Open your aft port,” she ordered again.

He whimpered as he buried his face into TC’s cockpit. His fingers dug into the blue clone’s armor as he opened his aft port. He felt the man drip lubricant in his open port. Then a finger entered him, coating his insides with it. The warm finger slipped back out and a lubricated metal tool when inside. “oldoldoldoldoldoldold,” he muttered as his chassis shivered.

“Shhhhh, I know. We women have to endure this too Scream,” Sharon cooed as she began to stroke the edge of his wing. Hopeful the relaxing sensation would help sooth what was fixing to happen.

“AKKKKKKKK! AKKKKKKKK! URT! URTURTURT! LEASE NOOOOO! UUURRRRTTT!” Scream shrieked as Randy used the speculum to stretch him open wide enough so that he could work. The red clone struggled against the three holding him. Agony searing through his sensory bundles..

Randy gritted his teeth as he locked it open and secured it like his friend had showed him. Looking at the faces around him, he saw that the red clone’s pain-filled begging was tearing them up just as much as it was tearing him up. “I got him open enough to work,” he informed them.

“Shhhh Scream, we’re getting them out..” Sharon cooed as she stroked his trembling wing. The two men holding his legs also gave the frantic clone some soft words of encouragement.

Randy reached inside his port with some needle nosed pliers and tried to pull one of the tacks out. But it wouldn’t budge. Although the red clone raised his level of screams even higher.

“Nonononononono! Tron lue! Tron lue! Not ome out! Luelueluelueluelue!” he screamed. He slammed his helm painfully into TC’s cockpit, but the blue clone just tightened his hold on him. He couldn’t escape. It hurt! It wouldn’t come out! Angie said so…

“I think he’s saying that they’re glued in place,” Tyrone said. “Fucking sickos,” he muttered under his breath as he continued to hold the clone’s leg.

“I’ve got some acetone polish remover in my desk. It’ll dissolve even super glue,” Sharon offered. Nodding at TC to keep holding the red clone, she went and fetched it. Handing it and a bunch of cotton balls to Randy, she told him to soak them and pack him with it for a few minutes.

“AKKKKKKK! Urns! Lease no! nonononononono! Urns! Urnsurnsurns!” Scream gasped as the soaked cotton balls were stuffed inside his port.

“It takes about one minute for it to dissolve the superglue holding my nails on,” Sharon informed Randy. She helped TC hold onto him as the seconds ticked slowly by.

And so the next hour went. The four held Scream still while Randy slowly removed each and every torturous tack from the poor clone’s interface regions. Finally, he stood up. “Got them all. He can retract his cable and close his ports now,” he said.

“You’re such a good clone Scream! A very, very good clone!” they all told Scream as they finally released him.

The clone lay whimpering on the table, his legs hanging down. He was exhausted from all the pain he’d just gone through and his ports still stung from the acetone. But then he realized that there was no pain signals coming from his sensory bundles. For the first time in almost a year, he had no real pain! He looked up at the humans and clone whom were standing around him. Looked up in childish wonderment… “no ain! No ain!” he panted as he sat up and dove in the closest one’s arms. His voice full of thankfulness as he kept saying the same phrase over-and-over…

Tyrone smiled as he wrapped his arms around the clone snuggled tightly to him. “Just like a child aren’t they?” he asked the professor.

She smiled and nodded. Putting her arm around the blue one and giving him a smile. “Yes they are, but they learn quick and they’re very smart!”

TC preened at her compliment, but his optics stayed on Scream. “Will he be ok now?” he asked.

“It’s going to take a lot of time,” Tyrone said. He couldn’t help but to rub the happily sobbing clone on his back armor. Yes, so much like a child… So much.. Then an idea coursed through his mind. “Dr. do you mind if I take him for a walk?” he asked.

She studied the young man. “You understand that you are fully responsible for keeping up with him? And do you think it will help?” she asked.

Tyrone grinned and nodded. “I know what helped me when DCS rescued me. I think it’ll help him too. I’ll bring him back after football practice – ok?”

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Scream watched them play in absolute fascination. He sat in the stands, an old man next to him holding his hand, making sure that he stayed put. But he liked the elderly man that everyone called ‘coach’. The old man kept talking. Kept explaining everything that the young men were doing and why. The action entranced the abused clone. His optics gleaming as he watched the various football players and coaches doing all sorts of different exercises. He was still rocking slightly as he sat, but his mouth was shut.- For he was concentrating on listening to the old man while he watched the action…

Tyrone stopped by them for a second to get a drink. “How’s he doing?” he asked the old man. He’d come to like the retired coach. The old man still coming to all of their practices, because he had nothing else to do. He was a lonely old guy. But cheerful! And Tyrone figured that Coach would like the interaction with Scream as much as it went the other way. Now he’d have someone to tell his endless football tales to!

Coach chuckled, his very sparse gray hairs blowing slightly in the wind. His bright blue eyes shown clearly, even with the deep crows feet trying to swallow them. He slapped the droid on his shoulder armor. “He’s a good boy. Yep, a good boy! Little confused that’s all. But we’ll get him straightened out!” he said cheerfully.

“He ikes e! Yrone he ikes e! Ikesikesikesikesikes!” Scream babbled with a smile so childlike and innocent, that everyone around them couldn’t help but smile back.

The three quarterbacks jogged up. Two of them slapped Tyrone on his shoulder pads. “So this is the one you told us about in the huddle?” the second string back asked.

“Yep, that’s him bro,” Tyrone said with a nod. At about that time, the rest of the football team took their drink break and walked over.

Scream shrank back against the old man as he was suddenly surrounded by 52 HUGE men, all of whom seemed to be trying to get a look at him. He whimpered in fear as the quarterback who’d just asked Tyrone that came up to him.

Pulling off his helmet, Samuel shook his head so that his braids would straighten out. He studied the red clone, comparing him to the blue clone he’d talked with occasionally. It was easy to see the fear that this red one was feeling. But after the horrors that Tyrone had told them about this guy going through – he couldn’t blame the clone for being fucked up in the head. But Tyrone had asked his team mates to be nice to the abused clone. To treat him just like they would an abused child.. To protect him, teach him, and be his friends.. Samuel knelt down in front of the trembling clone so that they were eye-to-optic. In his hand he held out a football to the clone. “Hey Bro, this is for you,” he said.

Meekly, the red clone reached forward, the old man encouraging him to grab it. As he grabbed it, he brought it up to his face, studying it like a child whose never seen a particular toy before. “uh, uh, anks… e anks.. anksanksanks..” Scream mumbled as his optics stared at the ball in his hands. The second thing in his life he’d ever owned! He had no idea what it was – but it was HIS!

“Sounds just like ‘ol little Richy don’t he?” one of the running backs noted. A few of the others nodded their agreement.

Tyrone came up and slapped Samuel on his shoulder pads. Leaning forward, he grinned at Scream. “Well we’re gonna teach you how to handle that ball,” he promised. But his eyes were full of mischief. “And since this nigga here is having problems hittin’ the receivers – he’s volunteered to practice longer with YOU!”

There was much laughter in the crowd of football players at that joke. Samuel winked at the red clone. “We’ll start practicen’ tomorrow bro,” he told him. Then he stood up and shoved Tyrone. “And what the fuck are ya doin’ callin’ ME a NIGGA – NIGGA!?!?” he laughed.

As the football team went back to practicing, each player came by and patted Scream on his shoulder armor. Some telling him that he was a ‘Cool Bro’, others telling him that he was a ‘brave motherfucka!’ Scream sat there fiddling with the ball and staring at each young man in wonder, not truly understanding what they meant. After they’d all come by, Coach leaned over and patted his knee armor. “Every single one of those boys is your friend now Scream. Every single one of them,” he explained.

“E ave friends?” Scream stammered. His optics wide in total disbelief!

“Yes, you have lots of friends now,” the old man confirmed with a toothless smile.

Scream squealed in happiness. Tears filled his optics as he watched the young men practicing. Every one of them was his friend! Every single one of them! “E ave friends! Friendsfriendsfriends! Ike e! They ike e!!! Ikeikeikeikeike!” he babbled happily…

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“How did you sleep?” Dr. Phelp asked Scream as she came into the room. She took note of the fact that the clone was still rocking back and forth. But he wasn’t mumbling to himself now and his optics were clear as he watched what was going on the TV. It’d been two weeks since he’d come in. And even though he was in the robotics lab, Dr. Phelp’s curiosity had been piqued when Dr. Trakersly had called and asked for her help as a psychiatric professor.

One of her graduate assistants was in the main lab looking over the night’s video recording with Tom. To see what the clone had done over night. He was prone to something similar to human night terrors, which was fascinating!

Scream turned his head to her. “Better Dr.” he replied.

She pulled out her clipboard and pen, and began to take notes for this session. “Any terrors?” she asked. She noted that his speech patterns were becoming clearer and clearer with each day that passed. His meta being stimulated now. Whether it was through television, following grad students around while carrying their books, hanging out with the football team and acting as their water boy, or following professors around – his meta was finally getting the stimulation it had so desperately needed.

“Well, um, I started to, but…” he hesitated, as if trying to think of how he should put it.

“Did you try the idea we came up with yesterday?” She asked him. She noted that he now ceased rocking when he focused on interacting with her.

He smiled in relief and simply nodded.

“Did it work?” Dr. Phelp prodded.

Again, he smiled and nodded.

“So the noise and the light from the TV seemed to stop the terrors from coming?” she asked as she made some notes about it. She knew that he tended to be very quiet, very meek, but he had a desperation to be ‘good’ – and she had figured out how to use that to get him to come out a bit.

“Yes, ma-am, They, um, start. But, um, when I activate my optics and audios, the TV chases them away,” he stammered. His optics scanned her face, hoping that he had pleased her with his progress.

She smiled approvingly. “You know Scream; you have come a long, long way in such a short time. You’re such a good clone!” she complimented, enjoying the fact he seemed to preen at her words.

He pleased her again! Oh, Scream was so, so happy! A grin spread from audio-to-audio. “So do I get to go outside again? DoIdoIdoIdoI????” he asked, accidentally running his words together in his excitement.

“Yes, you can come to lunch with us. But we have to work on another thing or two first, ok?” Dr. Phelp told him. “Go lie down on your bed. You know what we’ve got to do,” she softly ordered.

Anxiously, he did as she ordered. Then Tom came in with his laptop, the other grad student and TC in tow. Scream stayed still as Tom hooked into his meta in order to record.

“Ok, Scream, now first I’m going to touch you. Relax yourself, we’re not going to hurt you,” Dr. Phelp told him.

Like always, she started at his thrusters, slowly working her way up. She asked him to tell them what he was feeling the entire time. No matter if it was good feelings or bad feelings. He handled it ok as she ran her hands over each of his sensitive wings, his arms, his legs, his face, even his cockpit – but when her touch got near his pelvic region, he began to shake in terror. Tears falling down his cheeks as he admitted to being terrified..

Each of them did the same thing to him. One at a time, slowly and carefully.. But he couldn’t handle even TC’s gentle hands near his codpiece. The memories of pain and agony too strong in his meta.

“You did very, very good Scream,” TC said as Tom unhooked his cable and latched the access panel back in place on his helm. Scream dove into his ‘father’s’ arms, still shuddering at the residual emotions flowing through him.

“Well TC, I think in another week, your son might be able to go home,” Dr. Phelp told him with a smile on her face. “But it may take a long, long time before he’ll ever seek pleasure again,” she added.

TC stroked the red clone’s back. “I don’t care. He’s still a good clone. A very, very good son,” he said softly as he kissed the top of Scream’s black helm.

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“Here’s your room Scream. We’ll go shopping for some furniture later, ok?” Sharon told him as she opened the door with a warm smile.

Her new ‘son’, walked timidly into the room. Looking around at the pictures on the walls, and then running to the big window.. “I’ve got a window! A real window!?!” he stammered in excitement. He then turned and stared around the big room with his mouth agape. “And this room is really mine? All mine?” he asked. Sure, he’d been assigned a room at his first home. But Angie had made sure that he always knew that it didn’t really belong to him.

“Yes, it is your room. You can decorate it as you want,” Sharon assured him.

“Can I… Can I write on the wall?” he asked in a timid voice. He squealed as she fished in her pocket and handed him a marker. “Really?!?” he asked again before he dared to do it. She nodded again as she leaned up against the doorframe. Yelping in glee, he fell to his knees and wrote something in very, very small letters.

“What did you write?” she asked him as she walked over and bent down. In tiny letters, barely readable, was ‘Scream’s room.’ Chuckling, she patted his wing and grabbed the marker out of his hands. Going to the door, she wrote in huge, beautiful letters ‘Scream’s room’.

Scream’s optics welled up in tears as he read it. He couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe he was a good clone now, with a mother who loved him! Burying himself in her arms, he sobbed in joy…

TC walked up, glancing up at the door, then at the red clone sobbing joyfully in his girlfriend’s arms. There was so much he needed to teach the poor abused clone. So much life he hadn’t experienced! And TC’s research into what a ‘father’ was, told him that this was his job. In his arms, he carried a big box wrapped in colorful birthday paper. “Hey Scream, happy birthday!” he said with a smile.

Scream pulled away from Sharon and glanced over at TC. “Birthday?” he asked with confusion in his optics. His optics were drawn to the big box wrapped in colorful paper.

TC set it down in the middle of his bedroom. Coming over he put his arm across his ‘son’s’ shoulders. “Yep, Sharon and I figured you were rebuilt when we got you. Into a whole new clone. So, we decided that today will always be your birthday!” he exclaimed. “Now open the present I bought you,” he ordered with a grin.

“A present – for me?!?” Scream squealed in excitement. He waited for his ‘parents’ to nod. Then ran over to the box and wrapped his arms around it. He had no clue why TC had given him this colorful box. But it was his – all his! “It’s perfect! Thank you Thank you Thank you!” he exclaimed.

TC snickered as he walked over to Scream and flicked him teasingly on his helm. “Open the darned thing silly. Take the paper and box off it,” he told him.

Scream blushed slightly, but because his ‘parents’ were both smiling warmly, he knew he hadn’t been ‘bad’ – so paper began to fly all over the room as he tore it off. Cardboard following suite… Soon, he had a TV sitting in front of him. He blinked his optics in disbelief because he KNEW what a TV was, and Angie hadn’t even given Tron one! And here Scream had his very own TV!! “Is it mine?! All mine?!” he asked excitedly.

“Yep,” TC told him. But then he grabbed the excited red clone’s arm. “But now we got to go to the store and buy you a bedroom set. Then you’ll have something to put your TV on!” he said as he dragged Scream out of the room and down the hall, “And shopping’s a BLAST!!! A fucking BLAST!!!”

Sharon grinned as she followed the pair down the hall. She had borrowed a dually from Daniel the night beforehand, since she didn’t want Scream to even see Tron for a while. One day they’d have to meet, once they were both through with their rehabilitation. But that was a long way off. For now, she was happy that Scream seemed to be coming along well. Happy that she and TC now had a ‘son’ to spoil….

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