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**Ghosts from the Past part 3**

**Eve Sparks 6**

**An Arc in the New Era**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1/Beast**

He felt a hand lightly tap his side armor. Activating his optics, Jag looked up. “What do you want?” he growled.

He’d been silent these last few days, just doing his rounds. Trying to ignore all the hub-dub as Scream was slowly repaired and the new mechs and clones were being initiated into the ranks. All he wanted was to be ignored. To be left alone. But he’d felt those side glances of accusation. It was as if everyone around him silently blamed HIM for the almost-loss of the primary Eve Spark!

No one cared that it had been Scream’s actions which had caused everything. Everyone seemed to find the Seeker blameless for his actions. Even the two mechs who were most familiar with the real Starscream’s reputation within the Decepticon ranks seemed to be taking it relatively easy on his clone. After all they claimed, how else could a clone of his be expected to act?!?

So the stalwart Prowl clone was left to himself. Only Sharon gave him a gentle hug and whispered words of understanding in his audios here and there. It was little consolation for Jag. He had lost everything! And was silently blamed for everything as well! It was a lose-lose situation. Just like what Prowl had lived through so long ago. What had made that mech so emotionally hardened for the rest of his life.

Jag now faced those horrible memory echoes alone. They’d always been on the fringe of his consciousness, but now with this emotional upset – they seemed to be taking over. Every moment he was alone and not busy, they assaulted him. Each time coming with greater and greater clarity! It was to the point that Jag was considering the option of asking Sharon to wipe his meta completely clean. Erasing both his memory echoes and his memories of Scream…. He was cracking under it all. He knew it, even as he fought to maintain his sanity.

Now he met the optics of the one who’d interrupted his restless attempt at getting a good defrag cycle. Blue optics of the only other clone who might even have a clue as to what he was going through..

“Does it matter? You need me. We both know that,” Steel replied. He sat down next to him, his tail pipes barely making a sound as he did so. His optics gleamed in the darkness of the jet’s cargo hold.

Jag sat up. Giving the Bluestreak hybrid a steady look as he did so… He recalled looking into his optics when he’d first found him. Optics that had been identical to his own… But now the Prowl clone’s meta resided in the Bluestreak chassis. Different from him now – but still so much the same…. “No one needs me now. We both know that. I am blamed – we’re always blamed,” he whispered. His voice was tinged with grief.

Steel gave a sad sigh. “I know. I have the same echoes that you do. But that was Prowl’s weakness, it doesn’t have to be ours.”

Shifting his optics, Jag looked down between his bent legs. He scratched the floor lightly with his fingertips, unconsciously drawing the figure of the mech who had torn Prowl’s spark in two so long ago. Prowl had loved the original Swindle. Had followed the mech into the newly formed Decepticon ranks… Blindly believing their lies about being the military to protect Cybertron.. But Swindle had conned him. Led him into a gang bang that nearly left him off lined…

That wasn’t the worst part of it at all. Oh no… Three more times it would happen. Prowl believing the con when he claimed to not have known… Believing the con when he had activated in Swindle’s arms, sobbing from the pain in his ports, the shame that he had felt.. It had taken too long before he had realized. Realized that Swindle was taking bets on his agony…. Was making profit off his misery.. And when he’d found out, he’d wanted to off line himself. He’d felt worthless.. He’d quit the military. Quit the Decepticons and wandered the dimly lit alleys of Cybertron’s dark quarter. Taken up the lifestyle of a bounty hunter... Loving no one.. Following no one… And trusting no one..

Deep inside he had felt worthless… Worthless until the day that Megetron had put a bounty on Swindle and the others. Prowl had eagerly taken up the hunt. And they hadn’t had a chance when he’d finally found them. With Swindle’s energon coating his chassis, Prowl had finally felt whole again. And as he dumped the barely functioning mechs at Megatron’s pedes, he’d felt rectified as the tyrant had declared their destruction and permanent imprisonment.

Prowl had left then. Vowing to never give his spark to another mech. He had wandered aimlessly for a time. Wandered until he’d almost died in an accident… But an Autobot had saved his life. He had been carried back to the headquarters and been patched up by their medics. After that, he’d given his loyalty to the mech who’d saved him. Optimus had gotten his loyalty, but not his spark..

The memory echo of Prowl’s early life flashed through Jag’s meta in the blink of an optic. An arm going over his shoulder armor brought him out of it. Glancing up, he met Steel’s optics, seeing the same emotions passing through him. “Like I said, we clones know what happened to him. But it doesn’t rule our lives Jag. We choose our own paths,” Steel said in a low voice.

Jag chewed on his lower lip. His optics hazing over with unshed tears… “But I just can’t take him back Steel. He’s like Swindle in a way – he can’t change. He’ll do it again and again!”

Steel squeezed his hand, comforting Jag. “I’m not asking you to. I’m asking you to just move on, and you don’t have to go it alone like Prowl did.”

The police clone met Steel’s blue optics. Was Steel offering him a place? But hadn’t that new Jazz clone just asked Darren to mentor him? “But what about your new brother?”

The Bluestreak hybrid smiled. “That clone’s more into following Darren around like an eager puppy. He won’t care if you share my air mattress. It’d be great being partners. I’ve been kind’ve a third wheel the last few days.”

So Steel was considering this to be a potentially longterm arrangement? Jag relaxed a bit. It would be nice having a partner that he could really trust, that he could depend on. And who better than another clone with a Prowl meta? He leaned into Steel’s embrace. “Thanks, I’d like that.”

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“Hey, I just downloaded all these grooven tunes from Torie’s Ipod – you wanna listen?” Groove asked in a hopeful tone. He looked down at his two brothers that were laying on their air mattress, their olfactory sensors both stuck in some ‘Police news’ magazines that they’d found in the last scavenging mission.

Steel glanced up at the Jazz clone. “Not really,” he stated. Turning his optics back to his reading, he flipped the page.

Groove knelt down and tapped the Prowl clone. “What about you?” his optics were filled with hope.

Jag shook his head without even looking up.

“Come on guys! Pleeeeeaaaaasssseeeee???? They’re really good tunes! I promise!” he begged. He glanced from clone to clone, praying that he could convince at least one of his rather boring brother clones to listen.

“Come on you two, be nice to the kid!” Darren said as he entered the tent. This situation was rapidly becoming the norm. The two workaholic clones giving the new clone the cold shoulder. He felt kind’ve bad for the Jazz clone. The guy was so eager to have everyone like him. So eager to have fun! Knowing the ever serious temperaments of the Prowl and Prowl-meta’d clones; Darren wondered just why the Jazz clone had all but begged for him to mentor him.

The pair groaned and looked up from their studies.

Groove grinned happily. With a few clicks his speakers activated. “I’ve got some Alicia Keys,” he offered with an eager glance at Darren.

“No Tina Turner?” He liked Tina better. Not only did the woman have a hell of a voice, but just looking at her legs could make you get hard!

A frown passed over the cheery face plate. “Uh, no, I’m sorry. I’ve got some Biance’ though.”

So all Torie had were the current black vocalists? Well, at least some of what they recorded Darren liked. “Put on the Keys then bro.” He went to lie down on his air mattress. It had been a hard day of training. The new clones weren’t the best at following orders, so he’d had to act ‘drill sarg’ on them all day! He was exhausted! Having that skeleton-looking mech making derogatory comments under his breath about their new troops hadn’t made matters any better… The damned mech seemed to think he was a one-mech army or something..

Plopping himself down next to the dark-skinned man, Groove smiled cheerfully as his music filled the tent. He did like Darren. The man seemed to really appreciate listening to good music when he chilled out! Glancing over at his two brothers, he noticed that neither one was even tapping their fingers to the beat. Geese, what was wrong with the freagers? It had to suck being so serious all the time. “Hey, tomorrow night, you guys want me to teach you to dance?” he offered.

Before the pair could say no, Darren opened his eyes. “Yes, they would,” he said for them. It would be good for the police clones to learn how to have fun. Even if he had to force them!

Steel glanced at Jag, who returned his silent groan. Now they were stuck being dance partners with the party clone. Well, guess that’s what brother clones had to do…

This was GREAT! He now had someone to dance with at the get-together tomorrow night! Sure beat running around begging for a dance! Groove got to his knee plates, motioning for Darren to roll over. Ever since he’d found out that the man liked massages, he’d given him one at every occasion. It was wonderful feeling those hard muscles under his hands!

With a smile, Darren peeled his shirt off and lay on his belly. It was a touch chilly. But the thick blankets under him seemed to radiate his heat back to him. So it was tolerable. He sighed in gratitude as the clone’s hands worked the soreness out of his muscles. He had to admit that he was getting used to being the center of a clone’s world. Whether it was Steel or Groove – he did enjoy it. The beautiful voice of Alicia Keys rolled over him. And as he let his mind wander, he felt that familiar stirring in his loins. Those warm hands rubbing his bare skin only adding to his growing arousal. His body felt like it was heating up..

Groove felt the man’s skin heat up. Saw the slight deepening of its black shade. Darren had taken him once. Had been aroused by a massage and the sound of a good black female vocalist…. His optics glimmered in happiness. He liked it when his human mentor wanted him. When his man gave him as much pleasure as he gave back! Leaning down, the Jazz clone kissed his back. Running his fingers over his bare skin, reveling in the roll of hard muscles beneath that midnight black skin…

Darren snuggled deeper into the thick blanket underneath him. The magic of the clone’s hands and lips mixing with the pulse of the music… Closing his eyes, he imagined a fine woman throwing her leg over him. Straddling him as she kissed along his spine… His cock swelled, pressing against the mattress beneath him..

Shooting his watching brothers a wink, Groove moved down Darren’s body. His glossa licking along those taunt muscles… Slipping his hands around the man’s waist, he deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled them off him. Then he started at Darren’s feet and began to work his way back up. His fingers kneading his calves, then his thighs… He slipping his fingers between those hard thighs, spreading them as he nipped his ass.

“Mmmmmm,” Darren moaned as he spread his thighs a bit. Groove was so good with his glossa. He knew how to please a man! A tremble went through him as clone fingers surrounded his throbbing shaft. As a glossa rimmed his asshole.

Groove grinned as he pleasured the man. Darren had mentioned to him about what some woman had done to him long ago. The act had really rocked the man’s world. Given him the best orgasm he’d ever experienced! The Jazz clone wanted to do that again. Maybe try something new with it…

Darren spread his legs further, arching his butt up to give the clone better access. He still kept his eyes closed though, still envisioning that a cross between Tina and Alicia was doing this to him. God, he loved Tina Turner. She was so hot! “Yeeeessssss,” he sighed as he felt lips on his sac. A lubed finger slide into his ass… A hand still stroking his hard cock..

Without even asking Darren for dimensions, Groove activated his cable. His ports had been filled by the man last time. Now he wanted to return the favor. With his glossa still darting in and out of the man’s tight ass, he reached down with his free hand and dipped his fingers into his own port. Coating them with his lubricant and then using that to evenly coat his cable. He hadn’t made the dimensions very big. Just a tad below average…

Lifting up, he kept stroking Darren’s member as he positioned himself.. Coating his fingers again with his own lubricant, he slowly worked one then two into Darren’s tight ass.

Darren gasped as the clone stretched him with two fingers. It surprised him. Sure, one finger pressing against a man’s prostate when he came made the experience beyond incredible – but two? “Groove? I…. what the?”

Groove’s cable slid into him. The clone forcing his full length into the tight warmth of that wonderful ass… “Mmmmmmmm, god you’re tight!” he purred. Leaning over Darren’s back, he thrust into him again grabbing his shoulder with his free hand for leverage, his other hand stroking the man’s hardness.

“Shit man! I’m not gay! I like a finger but….” He considered fighting the clone, but it did… feel good.. to have his cable moving in-and-out. The hand stroking his cock… His entire body felt like tingles of electrical current was running through him.

“Turn on your sides, let me join,” Steel whispered. He helped to push them over. Lying down on his back armor, he threw his legs over their hips. His port already wet and ready as he guided Darren’s thick shaft into him.

“God damnit!” Darren gasped. He began to pump into that wonderful tight wetness, his thrusts made stronger by the clone pumping into his ass. He looped his arm over Steel’s legs, forcing his cock deeper within the gasping clone. Finally, he opened his eyes, meeting Jag’s. He was still sitting on the other air mattress. His glowing blue orbs taking in every action that they were engaged in. The clone seemed lost, almost like he was afraid to join. “Come here Jag, let me taste that pussy,” Darren ordered.

Crawling over to them, Jag sat down, his port open and his legs spread. His lower lip was trembling. If he had been a human, his palms would be sweating. He watched the dark man as he reached up and grabbed his armor, pulling him closer with the ease that bespoke of immense strength. ”Ahhhhh,” he gasped as the man’s tongue rimmed his forward port. His optics wanted to roll up into his head. To be honest, this was the first time a human had really touched him like this. Sure he’d tasted Sharon once, and some of those college girls that Scream was always hanging around. But he’d never had a human want – no demand – to pleasure him!

He’d been bought for a clone who would already a third wheel of sorts. True, Sharon had been nice to him. Treated him well… But he’d been taught that he was a clone’s clone. Not a human’s clone. And this had been part of his silent misery when he’d lost Scream. He didn’t have the security of a human to call his own. Jag shivered as he leaned his head back, arching into the man’s wonderful caresses on his sensitive port. So this was what it was like to have a human truly want you? This was what he had been missing as a clone! He felt himself being pulled backwards. Forced onto his door wings as Steel turned his torso and took his lips as Darren fucked him… Fucked them all!

The sensations were too great! Darren couldn’t stop himself. He grunted as he felt the rush. The flow of sweet release as his pressure exploded like an avalanche into that tight port. He wanted to collapse into his release. Fall down and close his eyes. But he couldn’t. His partners weren’t fully pleased. Knowing that he could still keep it up for a few more minutes, he shook his head slightly to clear the fog of over sensitized nerves. Darren increased his pace. Drilling hard into Steel just as he forced some fingers into Jag’s tight ports…

Jag moaned into Steel’s mouth as the man pumped his port. His entire chassis began to heat up. He’d never experienced this at the hands of a human. Sure, Scream had been pretty talented, but to feel the softer dance of organic fingers and tongue in one’s port was so very different… So, so different… His engine choked slightly as he stifled a slight cry of sadness. Sadness that he hadn’t understood what he needed as a clone.. What he needed as a mech! But then a tongue danced inside his aft port, driving his sensory grids absolutely nuts! His thoughts blown away as fire blew through his every fiber optic cable inside him. With a final shiver, his optics began to darken as he started to initiate system-wide shutdown.

“Uggggg! Ahhhhh!” Groove grunted as he thrust into the man’s ass. His fingers dug into the thick muscles of Darren’s hips as he sped up. His engine revving to high rpms, his servos beginning to shake under the building pressure… “YES!” he cried as he crashed. His consciousness diving into the black abyss of pure ecstasy…

Steel felt the hot spray inside him. The spreading warmth radiating through his networks… His meta awash in bliss.. In happiness.. His port tightened as he tensed his linkages. As Jag screamed into his mouth, his own optics began to darken. His arms going limp as first his motor networks and then his sensory grids over loaded.

Darren panted as his partners went silent. Steam rose from his sweat soaked skin. Slowly he forced his eyes to open. With a grunt, he threw Steel’s legs off of him and extracted Groove’s cable from his ass. He chuckled to himself as he thought how stupid he was for not remembering that clone dicks didn’t go limp after they came. It was a funny thing not to remember, wasn’t it? For a second he found himself wishing he had a similar issue. It would’ve been fun to wake up with a hard dick still inside his various girlfriends – well, for him maybe.

Laboriously, he climbed over Steel and headed towards that clone’s air mattress. He paused as he crawled by Jag. Glancing down at the quiet clone, an expression of concern passed over his dark face. The poor guy was actually taking his breakup with Scream pretty hard. Most of the unit didn’t realize that. Actually, Darren hadn’t realized it either until Steel had whispered in his ear, when the clone had asked for permission to invite Jag into their ‘family’. Running his fingers lightly over Jag’s hood, Darren couldn’t help but feel sorry for the guy. He was a hard worker. He had been a loyal bond mate. He hadn’t wanted to break up. But Darren understood. Sometimes a person/clone has to realize that they just couldn’t stay with an addict. Sometimes they just needed a new start.

Jag’s optics lit up at his touch. He focused in on the man, giving him a questioning look.

“Hey Jag, it’s getting chilly. You mind lying next to me?” Darren asked. The man moved onto the empty air mattress, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over him.

Jag glanced at his two defragging brothers. They were lying in strange positions on Darren’s mattress. “Sure, I can do that for you.” He got up on shaky limbs and struggled over to the empty spot next to the man. Collapsing next to him with a satisfied sigh…

Darren smiled at him as he threw the blanket over the clone. One nice thing about having them around is that a human never had to worry about getting hyperthermia! Tossing his arm over the warm armor, he pulled Jag tightly to him. “You know what Jag?” he whispered.

The clone’s chassis hummed in pleasure as he felt the human skin pressed against the length of his frame. It felt so strange. So wonderfully strange! He shifted slightly, snuggling his back armor up tighter against Darren. His door wing servos whirring as they shifted their position… “What sir?”

“You know, I’ve never been the faggot type or anything. But you clones… Well you men rock my world. You feel me?” he said. He gave the back of the white helm a light kiss of gratitude as he admitted it.

Jag swelled up in pride. To have a human go against their own sexuality because they enjoyed clones so much – was incredible! He’d do anything Darren asked.. Anything! “Yes sir, I feel you.” He felt more than just understanding for the human.

Darren’s deep baritone chuckle filled the tent. “I’m sure you will again, but Jag?”

His chassis heated up again at the promise of future fun with him. To have a human actually want him like that – was a wonderful feeling! Reaching up, Jag touched his arm. “Yes Darren?”

“Make sure that Groove and Steel understand that they are NOT to say a single word about the anal thing to ANYONE! You got that soldier?”

Jag narrowed his optics in confusion. Why was there an issue about that? Everyone in the unit joked about things they were doing. “Yes I understand sir. But could you inform me the reason for your order?”

Darren patted his hood. It was a fair question considering the crowd they ‘hung out’ with. “Because if you three go around bragging about slagging me up the ass – I’ll have a hell of a time keeping ‘ol Daniel off it!” he snickered.

The Prowl clone’s optics widened in surprise, but then narrowed. He didn’t want to risk losing the first human who’d really wanted to pleasure him – to another human! “I don’t want to share you with him.” The jealous ring to his tone indicating to Darren just how much he meant it….

Darren eyeballed him for a moment, curious about the clone’s sudden possessiveness. But then again, all Jag had ever seemed to want in life was a partner that was reasonably faithful and honest with him. So it did make sense. He chuckled again and rolled over onto his back. Jag had to understand that Darren had no problem not fucking other men – but women? Well, the clones would all have to deal with it. “But Jag? If a good looking woman wants me – you’re going to have no choice but to share. You got that?”

Jag turned around and met Darren’s eyes. “So no men can have you. But if a woman is interested in you as a stud – that’s understandable.” He hoped that he wasn’t being too bold, but that was how he felt. He didn’t want his human ‘cheating’ on him with another man. “And no other clones but us three, either!” Or cheating with other clones for that matter!

This made Darren really start rolling with laughter. He threw an arm over Jag’s shoulders, pulling him tight to him as he gave him a nuggie. “You are something else Jag. But I like you boy. But if I have to mentor other clones…”

“As long as we agree prior to it – then I’ll be ok with it.” Cringing under the rolling knuckles on top of his helm, Jag smiled as he heard the warmth in the big man’s laughter. They settled down to rest. Snuggling tight for warmth… Jag’s smile widened even as his optics darkened. He had a human now, a family again. And honesty ruled his new life. They wouldn’t cheat behind his door wings… He’d never have to feel that way again…

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The world spun around him. Scream tried to regain his bearings as he flailed about with his arms. Was he alive? Was he dead? He wanted to be dead.. Off lined… But could you feel sensory input when you were off lined? He felt hands grab him. Felt weight press down along his chassis. Forcing his limbs down… He shook his head back and forth as he felt straps go over him. But his frantic meta changed the input to that of chains. Chains! Tron had him! Tron was going to…. Hurt him! He screamed helplessly. Screamed for help he knew wouldn’t come. He deserved pain. He was a Starscream clone. All Starscream clones deserved to be punished! They were all made bad. They couldn’t be good…

“He’s in a memory echo again,” Doc said as he finished helping McCoy strap down the frantic clone.

Charge looked down at the poor Seeker. Who was now babbling that he was Starscream. That he deserved pain. “Shhhhhh, Scream, you’re not him. You don’t deserve pain.”

Scream scanned around him with wild, unseeing optics. All he saw were the real mechs in his meta. His memories from Starscream… “Optimus? I’m … soooorrrrry…. I’m soooorrrrryyyy… I’m a fech.. A fech!” Tears streaked down his face plate as he seemed to writhe in agony. His digits twisting into tight fists… “Please … .please shoot me Prime… I can’t… live… without you….”

Doc met Charge’s tortured optics. Reaching over, he grabbed the Prime clone’s hand. “It’s fine Charge. Do it for him. We’ll both do it for him. He’s our species future. He and Poet,” he whispered. His optics telling Charge he supported him, that he’d still proudly stand by him….

The clone gulped back his fear. Why was he afraid anyways? He and Scream had gotten along very well these last few weeks. They’d already spark bonded once. So why was he afraid. He gnawed on his hidden lower lip. Feeling unsure and unsteady for the first time… He looked down at the writhing Seeker. The poor clone so wrapped up in his memory echoes that he couldn’t see reality anymore. Scream was now rambling about needing punishment again..

“Do something, you are the queen’s drone,” Inferno demanded as he scampered up to them. The giant ant hovered next to Scream. His multi-faceted optics scanning him worriedly… “The queen must be repaired. Her meta is glitched!”

Charge glanced at the strange mech. He was amazed at just how protective the guy was over Scream and Poet. To the point that he was a little overbearing to the rest of the Unit! But the Skeletor look-a-like claimed that the ant’s loyalty to his queens were infallible. That he’d fight to the death eagerly in order to protect them. So Inferno would be a good thing for the insecure Seeker to have hovering over him when he defragged. He wouldn’t fear being abused again….

That was if they could get Scream knocked back into reality. Squeezing Doc’s hand, Charge did what he knew he had to do. “Starscream? Is that you?” he asked.

Scream stopped his mutterings. Optimus’s voice rolled through his fragmented meta. Was it really him?!? Had Optimus come looking for him?!? “P… Prime?” he stammered.

“Yes, it’s me. I’ve looked and looked for you. I was worried!” Charge whispered back. Leaning down, his face mask was so close to Scream’s helm that he could feel the heat radiating from him…

The Seeker gasped in disbelief, his optics locked on Charge’s face. His meta only seeing Optimus. “You… You were?” he whimpered.

Charge moved his arm, laying it over the strapped down Seeker’s cockpit. He rubbed his fingers against him gently. “I looked everywhere.. EVERYWHERE! I’m so sorry Screamer. I’m so sorry that I reacted like that.”

Scream’s chassis began to hum. He sniffed back his tears a bit. “You **sniff, sniff** are?” he asked in total disbelief.

With a few clicks, Charge’s battle mask split and retracted into his helm. He wiped Scream’s cheeks with his fingers and gave him a tender kiss. “Yes I am. I’m such an idiot! Such a fool! I know you can’t help what you are.. I had no right to blame you like that.”

His dull optics brightened into flames. His air frame began to vibrate with the intensity of his humming. “You… It doesn’t bother you that I’m a fech?” He ground his dental plates together, staring up at Optimus.

Charge took his lips in an almost violent kiss. His glossa demanding entrance.. Demanding his very being! Scream moaned into his mouth. His very soul beginning to sing… It felt like the piece he’d always seemed to be missing.. That he’d searched for with anyone and everyone he’d ever slagged.. Had now fallen into place! That piece that he hadn’t really known – now made his broken spark whole.

His meta began to clear slightly. His clone memories rushing back to him.. While his spark reveled in the nearness of the Prime clone’s spark – his meta still knew his pain. It was lessened now, but still there.. Still gripping him… He shuddered as he fought it down. Fought to concentrate on here and now… Of a young clone giving himself to him.. The very clone that unbeknowest to them all – in fact made him whole!

Charge lifted up, looking deeply into those orbs of fire as he did so. “Did that answer your question Scream? I don’t care that you’re a fech. Don’t care that you are an addict. I’ll – no we’ll..” he glanced up at Doc as he said that, “help you. Stand by you. Protect you.”

Scream sighed, all at once feeling both the exhilaration of a complete spark – and the sadness of losing his first bond mate. Confusion threatened to overwhelm him again. The old insanity trying to come back… But he fought it off this time. Fought it off by staring into the honest optics of his future co-leader… No, not ‘future’ anymore – Charge was his equal now. “Thank you Charge, thank you…” Scream whispered. He nuzzled Charge’s arm with his face plate. The exhausted Seeker going back into defragmentation…

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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)