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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.
I was aware of movement, warmth, soft groans and sobs as I slowly came online again. I realized right off that it felt like my armor was all back in place. There was still a small trace of pain and the feedback from my sensors that told me my body was still healing itself. I onlined my optics and looked around. In front of me was Tracer who was still out, lying on her side. Curled against her was Smokescreen. He offered me a nod as he saw I was looking toward them. I could feel someone curled against my back so looked over my shoulder to see that it was Shark who was still out. Not far from him I could see Bebop petting and stroking his girls, trying to comfort them. I slowly sat up, which stirred Shark and Tracer both. I took a better look around and spotted the Hydrobots huddled together, seeking solace from each other. The usual couples were seated together, hugging on each other. Those that had not been coupled up had a close friend giving comfort and receiving the same back. I met Optimus Prime's optics a moment as he consoled Ironhide; he nodded toward me, the pain and concern for his fellow Autobots were clear in his gaze.
"I /hate/ Quintessons." Depth uttered loudly, "Felt so fucking helpless not being able to do anything about them."
There was a sigh that came from Shadow, who stood next to the mech. "They are going on top of our list to go after that's for sure."
Magmorta approached the duo and said, "I think we all know what they did too."
Depth pulled off a full body shiver, "Remind me to use their tentacles on them when we get our hands on them."
Shadow moved toward Optimus and said, "We have Metros' medical bay and an adjoining room next to it set up for when everyone is ready to be checked out. Would be good to separate the femmes from the mechs to keep it all proper like."
Optimus nodded and intoned, "Thank you." he gave Ironhide a pat on the back and got up slowly, "Ratchet, Wheeljack, First Aid you will tend to the mechs with Shadow and Depth. Minerva, Gynae and Magmorta you tend to the femmes. Metroplex should not be too far from our current position so let's roll out."
Grudgingly the group transformed and headed toward the large base which was on full alert as we arrived. The large mech's voice rumbled with concern as he greeted us and opened his gates to allow us all inside. Once we all arrived to the med bay area we split up between the two rooms that were prepared. I sat with Tracer and talked quietly with her as we waited our turn. Bebop's cassettes walked over to join us, accepting the pets we gave them. It was up to the medics who got first priority; which ended up to be the Hydrobots as their gestalt connection gave them a rather unique sense of each other that could only be rivaled by a bonded couple.
"Vixica," I murmured to the vixen in my lap, "I think your skills in robopsychology are going to be sorely tested."
Vixica nodded and sighed, "Yes, I know. I’m already working out how to handle it all. I had a little time to see who was the most traumatized." looking up at me she met my optics, "Like to talk about it?"
Oh that fox was too good at her assessment, it was downright scary. Since we had to wait I talked with Vixica about the violation I felt and all that came with it. After me it was Tracer who spoke to her next then the other cassettes. All of us pretty much felt a degree of emotions that ranged from anger to embarrassment, shame to concern for those with whom they interacted. Tracer told us that she and Smokescreen had spark merged in the aftermath of the tests simply because they had been meaning to do so and they both needed each other to lean on. Since we were on the subject it was natural to ask who we all got paired up with and if anything happened. I wasn't too surprised that Struthia and Austera had been set up with a couple of Blaster's cassettes, Rewind and Eject. Though Ursa Thylar's pairing was shocking to me since Chainclaw was several times bigger than her in both his modes. All three cassettes said nothing much happened other than consoling and empathy from the mechs. They looked at me expectantly since it was my turn to reveal.
Right on cue Gynae came over to take me to a table for examination. I went with her eagerly, not really wishing to reveal that Shark had been the mech to whom I was paired. Gynae checked my spark chamber first for signs of any issues and then moved on to my ports. Despite her being gentle, it still hurt as she examined them. She assured me my systems would take care of things with enough rest and time to heal. She sent me off under the orders to recharge and recover then walked over to escort Tracer to the table. I offered Tracer a wave as I headed out. She offered a little smile then got up on the table.
I passed the medical bay where the mechs were being checked over just as there was a scream of pure agony then a harshly vented curse in Cybertronian that roughly translated to, "Fucking son of a glitch whore that hurt." I shivered a little since it was Shark's voice and I had seen the damage his shaft had undergone. I kept walking slowly to the rec room to rest, intake some energon, and await the rest of my base mates to get their checkups. Some mechs that were based in Metroplex were already here as were the Hydrobots, the latter offered tight smiles to me as I entered. Tracer came in with Smokescreen some minutes after and joined me on the couch where I was seated. Bebop came in with his girls in tow minutes after that; he made sure they all got an energon ration and then got his lap to curl into as he sat in silence. The Hot Rod patrol came in with two of Blaster's cassettes minutes later. The latter approached Bebop so they could check on his girls.
Some mechs and femmes from Metroplex filed in to get energon rations and grouped up in ways I hadn't witnessed before. No doubt a direct result of the pairing off that occurred on top of the testing that had happened. Kup walked in with Ultra Magnus, Rodimus Prime, and Optimus Prime in mid-discussion on how to avoid further Quintesson surprise attacks. They grabbed rations then walked back out, still talking as they went. Kup must have felt like he failed us to want to immediately get to things with Magnus and both Primes. I sighed softly and finished my ration off, noticing Vixica making her rounds to see who wanted to talk right now versus later. Some of the Metroplex staff departed, most likely for their rooms as more staff from our base and theirs made their way in to get rations. Eventually the last of our group came in with the medics in tow.
Depth looked around and huffed, "Hydrobasers are gonna be staying here in the rec room for the night seeing as there are no free berth rooms and it'd be rude to ask folks to bunk up after what's happened. This came direct from Kup by the way so ya all know."
The rest of Metroplex's staff wandered out to leave us to figure out who would rest where. The mechs insisted us femmes take the couches while they took the chairs. Bebop was content to rest on the floor so he could lie down with his girls. It was rather sweet and touching really. Tracer cuddled with Smokescreen on the floor. The Hydrobots huddled on the floor against each other with their commander at the middle. Even the Hot Rod patrol situated themselves so they could draw comfort from each other. Shark settled into a chair as I took a couch, turning to face toward the back of it.
The lights dimmed and I could hear the trio of alien robots talking softly to each other in their language until recharge claimed me.
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