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The New Age - (Market Commodity book II)	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Round Robins Views: 6401 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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**Fresh Start**

**Combining Ghosts of the Past & Rebellion**

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

Note: Time to tie up some loose ends and add some fluff to lighten things up. The next installment of Trouble is INTENSE!!!

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“It’s ok Scream; we’d love for you to join us!” CC giggled. She shifted her pink thigh and patted the mattress next to her.

“Mmmm, yes, mmmmmmm, come join!” Star moaned. She arched up, throwing her red helm back as she shuttered her optics a bit. Her entire chassis hummed as she relaxed into Sandy’s lips. Relaxed into enjoying pleasure again…

Scream’s optics darted from one female to another. The orgy of them was so erotic.. So sensual.. He jerked against the chain that linked him to Charge. “Let me loose,” he ordered without even looking at the Optimus clone whom he now called mate. He didn’t really care right now. All he wanted to do was feel those smooth curves under his hands. Imagine they were his legs and hips he touched. Let himself get lost with the femmes, feel like he was truly one of them.

Charge fumbled with the little key, his optics briefly meeting those of Doc’s. A smile crossed over his hidden lips as he noticed the young medic seemed as uncomfortable with this situation as he was. So engrossed was he in trying to set the Seeker loose, he nearly jumped sky high when a soft foot rubbed against his lower leg armor.

“You know what? You two are kind’ve cute!” Sandy giggled. She’d paused briefly in her attentions to Star’s port to tease the Prime clone a bit. She could tell that he and Doc were the reserved type, not prone to jumping in with a bunch of girls.

“Uh, um thank you for the compliment,” Charge stammered. His shade deepened as he met the human woman’s eyes. He knew she was just teasing him. Her preference for femmes was well known and accepted. But the way she and the other femmes looked him over caused his engine to sputter. He let out a sigh of relief as he finally cut the Seeker loose.

Grabbing Doc’s arm, he decided he’d go for a quick escape from the rather awkward situation. But a strong hand stopped him in his tracks. “Yea Charge, you two are kind’ve ‘cute’. Why don’t you two take the mattress over there so we can watch?” Scream purred, a devilish gleam in his ruby orbs. The Seeker looked back at the femmes and giggled. “Aren’t they so cuuuutttteeee? They’re shy!” He’d made his voice even higher pitched than normal. He sounded – femme…

Charge and Doc exchanged a rather bemused look. These last couple of weeks Scream had been unpredictable in mood. Going from happy and go-lucky – to brooding and angry without warning! Through it all, one thing had been consistent: He hadn’t been really happy having either of them ‘baby sitting’ him. And he hadn’t shown the least bit of interest in sexual teasing – much less any kind of action. Well, other than trying to tear himself to shreds at every opportunity. Maybe he was finally healing? Finally getting over Jag?

“Well, uh, I guess we could hang out,” Doc said in an uncertain voice. He went to the empty air mattress and sat down, his optics bright with tension.

“Come on Charge – loosen up!” CC giggled. Standing up, she encircled the red Seeker with her arms, pulling him down with a crash. Then they proceeded to start tickling each other, their giggles filling the tent with a merry feel.

Charge nodded and quietly sat down next to Doc. He wrapped his fingers around the medic’s as they watched the Seeker play lightheartedly with the femmes.

“You know, I just realized something,” Doc whispered. He leaned against the heavier built clone, enjoying his warmth as they both got to relax. Relax for a short time while the troubled Seeker seemed somewhat ‘normal’.

Circling his white gentle-sparked mate with a strong arm, Charge smiled behind his mask as he watched CC and Scream tumble over each other. Both of them teased each other like he envisioned young human girls doing. He wished Scream was always like this. The Seeker just seemed somehow – whole again when the lesbians picked on him as one of their own. “What’s that?”

The Ambulance’s engine purred as the strong clone pulled him tight to him. They hadn’t yet truly consummated their relationship. In many ways their relationship’s growth had been put on hold when they had accepted the responsibility of Scream. Their entire focus had shifted from their own happiness – to trying to help him find his. These rare moments when Scream was safely distracted and they could cuddle were treasured by them both. “Doesn’t it seem like he’s actually one of them?” he murmured.

Charge rubbed his shoulder armor, his fingers tracing the red cross painted onto him. Shifting his optics away from Doc, he turned them onto the giggling Seeker. He studied him as he played with the femme. This time REALLY studied him… Doc was right! If it wasn’t for his angular armor – he’d pass for a true femme! Charge tensed as he realized what the Fech’s problem must be. “Do you think he’s actually damaging himself – because he’s stuck in a mech chassis?” he whispered back.

Doc leaned against him, his slight nod indicating his agreement. Now that he’d finally put two-and-two together – how’d he NOT spot it?!? “Rumble did say that Starscream had made Optimus believe he was a femme at first. Maybe that’s what the con really felt like he should’ve been?” he mused.

“And when Prime found out, he threw him away…”

“Making Starscream feel truly worthless inside. Just like Scream must’ve felt like when Jag kind’ve did the same thing.” Doc’s voice stayed soft, the concern for his troubled charge obvious. He gave a sad sigh, wishing that Jag hadn’t been so harsh about the breakup.

“And the shock of it all has brought these same feelings of being in the ‘wrong’ chassis – out in Scream,” Charge finished. He mulled over it, smiling and nodding whenever the femmes shot a teasing comment their way. He thought back to a report one of his best clones had given him recently. An item of extreme interest that might just solve Scream’s identity crisis once and for all! “Doc, could you modify femme armor to fit him?”

The First Aid clone shrugged. “I think so. But first off we don’t have any spares – and secondly I couldn’t do his entire chassis or he won’t be a Seeker anymore.”

“No, not his entire chassis. Maybe just his waist down?” Charge’s meta was rolling as he envisioned the rebuilt Seeker. After all, the parts were already painted red, and from one of the taller femme models.

Doc looked up at him, not understanding what he was getting at. Was this a hypothetical plan – just in case they did find an infected femme clone that he could use for parts? “Well, I guess so. Make him kind’ve half-and-half. I think Jinx and Spock could modify his thrusters. Streamline them, so they would be more feminem. It’d look strange at first – but he’d be fully functional.”

“Good,” was all that Charge said. He waited and snuggled with Doc for a while. Waiting for just the right time…….

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“Gotcha girlfriend!” Scream giggled as he pounced on top of Star.

The rebooting femme looked up at him in surprise. Then a big grin covered her face plate as she began to ruthlessly assault his wings with tickling fingers. Soon, she was on top. The Seeker bucking helplessly underneath her as spasms of laughter raked his air frame. “That’ll teach you to bother a girl right after she gets a good overload!” she snickered.

A hand stopped her from continuing her assault. Turning her head in surprise – she met the calm optics of the ground troop leader. “Stop for a second you two. Sit up Scream,” he ordered in a gentle voice.

“He, he, he…. Ruining all the **gasp** fun!” Scream struggled to sit up. Since the red femme was still on top of him, he simply wrapped his arms around her as he did so. They ended up in the very position that the Prime clone had wanted them to. “So what do you want? You actually gonna loosen up and join us?” Scream teased.

Charge shook his head. “No, actually I want you to look down at your thrusters.”

Star giggled as Scream craned his head over her shoulder armor and did so. She had no idea what the Prime clone was up to, which made it even more entertaining.

“See nothing but my freagin’ scratched up thrusters – and a pair of gorgeous legs thrown over them… Mmmmmmm, may I?” Scream rubbed his hand down her beautifully curved leg. His meta kind’ve wishing it was his leg he rubbed.

“Oh, you’re such a tease!” Star giggled. She encouraged him by shifting her legs in a seductive fashion. Shooting Charge a warm smile, she reached to grab his hand. Encourage him to touch as well.

Charge pulled back his hand and patted hers. “No, I’m not here to be teased. I want to ask Scream a question.”

Fascinated by the feel of her warm long legs under his hands, Scream didn’t even bother to look up. “Fire away.. Ooooooo, these are nice.. May I help you buff them sometime?”

The Optimus clone felt like rolling his optics. He’d known that the Seeker had had quite the reputation amongst the female humans back home – but hadn’t realized just how much a player the Seeker was! He could understand why Jag had finally gotten fed up. But at least Scream was starting to act more ‘normal’ - for him. “How would it make you feel to have legs like hers?”

This question stopped everyone in the tent dead! Even CC lifted off of her human to stare at him with a dumbfounded expression. Sandy sitting up and gaping in disbelief!

Scream’s optics bore into Charge’s. “What do you mean? I’ve got them right here in my lap,” he stated. His frame showed a sudden wariness. Like he was waiting for the other ball to drop. And the outcome wouldn’t be pleasurable…

Charge stroked the Seeker’s wing, feeling the slightest of shivers – he knew he’d struck a cord deep within the troubled clone. “We have access to an unrepairable FireStar clone. But from waist down – she’d usable. How would you feel if the medics modified you? Made you half-femme.”

His jaw had gone slack in total shock. The Seeker looked at the Prime clone with confusion in his optics. They hazed over for the briefest of seconds, before clearing again. With a clang, he slammed his mouth shut, his optics narrowing as he looked at Charge in suspicion. He threw the femme off of him and stood up – ready to march out of there as fast as he could. “Don’t freagin’ play with me like that Charge!” he snarled, “I know what we’ve scavenged – and there is no other femme clones!”

The Prime clone grabbed his wrist before he could storm off. Whirling him around, he forced him to meet his optics. “I’m not playing you Scream. Bond found one. Brought it back by himself.”

“And just why in the hell would the selfish fragger do that?!? Yea right. Fuck me.. This is just a game to screw with my meta again!” Scream tried to jerk his arm out of Charge’s grip – but to no avail.

“His memory echoes told him that the real Starscream had the same issue He planned to blackmail your aft for it,” Charge explained.

“Sounds like something Bond would do,” Star sneered.

“Yea, he’s such an asshole,” Sandy whole-heartedly agreed.

“Did he really?” Scream’s tone had gone from anger, to disbelief. There was a femme chassis they could use?!? They could really give him the air frame he saw in his dreams???

“Yes he did, and I know where he’s got it stashed.” He released his grip on the Seeker.

“So…. So how’d you find out?” Doc stammered as he stood up. He was amazed at everything, and now he knew he’d have a LOT of work to do for the next day or two…

Charge grinned, “I have my sources.” And with that, he led the way to the medic area – reminding himself that he really needed to thank a particular feline as soon as he saw him…..

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“Am I finished???” Scream asked. His optics were wide, almost youthful and innocent as he looked at each member of the medic team.

Speed rolled his optics and lightly punched him in the shoulder. “Yea, guess so. Ya look like a fraggin’ clone stripper. Ya loser. Hope ya’re happy,” he snorted.

Spock smacked Speed on top of his helm, causing the yellow clone to stagger backwards. “He does not look like some cheap stripper! He’s the finest combination of mech and femme models ever seen in the history of clones!” He stuck his olfactory sensor straight up in the air, holding his hand out to Scream. With a flourish of pride, he helped the Seeker stand up. Parading him around like some prize sculpture…

“So what do you think?” Doc asked Charge.

The Optimus clone chuckled as he watched the Fech Seeker spinning like a human runway model. Or should he say ‘Femme Seeker’? For the already feminem Scream was far beyond just a handsome Fech now. He looked like a true femme. Deciding that actions would speak much louder than words, Charge strolled up to Scream and Spock and offered his hand. “May I have this dance my beautiful lady?” he purred.

Scream yelped in happiness and dove into the Optimus clone’s arms. His soul finally truly whole now…..

….Or was it?

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(Two days later..)

“Fascinating, truly fascinating!” Petri exclaimed.

Jane paced back and forth as the microscope worked, worry on her face. “Well, did it?” she asked..

Petri transformed - the Petri dish he’d just been studying balanced carefully in his hand. He looked up at the pacing human and Predacon, a bemused expression on his face plate. “Did what?” he asked.

“Grrrrr! Did it bring forth life you fool!” Dinobot growled. He hadn’t expected this crazy idea to get inside him like it had. But the notion that he, Dinobot, could become a sire. Had slowly filtered into his meta over the last few hours. After he’d forced the release-induced fog from his chassis, he’d come over to watch his human and the scientist as they worked. As they studied if he could actually fertilize her eggs..

“Oh, um, well yes. But not in the traditional sense. You see, after penetrating the ovums’ cell membrane the transmetal spermazoa injected its DNA into them. Instead of recombining with the maternal DNA it caused it to dissolve and thus replaced it,” Petri explained.

“It did?” Since she had almost finished her bachelor’s degree in pre-med Biology, Jane had no problem following him.

Dinobot on the other hand, had no clue as to what they were saying. Since he was in his Beast mode, he twitched his long reptilian tail in agitation. “I do not care for your long-winded explanations of how or why. Just tell me – can it grow into a mech or human?” He needed to know. If he knew to expect human offspring, then he could make plans – but if they were mechs like him… He’d have sons to train into great warriors! He stared down at the little clear dish that the two were peering at. Unable to see the microscopic life that they promised was now growing there.

“That – we don’t really know. Your DNA has replaced mine. Only my mitochondrial remain,” Jane explained. She put a hand on his silver scales, stroking his back gently. It was still strange to actually be standing next to the legend. Knowing fully that her genes would now mix with his. Well, her mitochondria at least…

Cocking his head from side-to-side as he studied the clear dish, Dinobot growled softly to himself. So the hybrid offspring used her cellular ‘power units’ but were fully transmetal genetically. This meant they would be fully mechs like him. He gasped as a realization hit him. “So this is how it truly started then? What an irony that a mech castaway now becomes the sire of the future,” he snorted and turned to leave.

Jane stopped him by sliding in front of him. “What do you mean by that Dinobot? Please tell us!”

With a great sigh, Dinobot chuckled. He wasn’t about to admit his past deficiencies. Unlike when he had joined with the Maximals as a renegade Predacon – he had no past here. Had nothing that needed to be admitted! So he went on as if she hadn’t asked the question. “We organometallic mechs start as protoforms,” he explained. “Then we scan the nearest DNA sequences, copy it and make it our own. This is the future of the mechs.” He shook his head in disbelief. It seemed to all come into focus now. Was such a simple thing! This is why the Megatron on that golden disk had wanted the humans destroyed. He’d wanted them destroyed before they caused the evolution of the mech species! The very evolution that had made mechs like Dinobot come to be.

The silver raptor turned to Petri. “It will need the nourishment of a spark to grow, and then the protoform will be born as a thing made of silver liquid metal. When it scans its first flesh creature, then it will know what its alt form shall be.” As he explained, he walked up to the scientist, his optics drawn to the clear plastic dish. He tapped its cover lightly with his talon.

“And from the ashes shall rise a new mech. A new mech that shall one day rule,” he murmured. The final phrase of the covenant now making sense! No, it wasn’t concerning the final battle between Predacons and Maximals. No! It was about the very beginning of their new species! A new species that would start at the same time on two different worlds! Just as the blasphemy of what would soon occur between Bumblebee and Sari – would create an early organometallic mech. His blasphemy with Jane would create more of them. A species’ path diverting at the same branch, yet separated by thousands of lightyears…

Not understanding everything he’d said, but getting the general gist. Jane realized that the new baby couldn’t grow within her. She didn’t have a spark to nourish it. “Can we cool it and keep it in suspended animation?” she asked Petri.

“Put who in suspended animation?” a voice demanded from behind them.

The trio turned and met the fiery optics of the red Seeker. Not asking their permission, Scream waltzed up and stared at the Petri dish in Petri’s hands.

“It is of no concern to, hssssss, you!” Dinobot snarled and tried to push him away. He hadn’t liked the Starscream clone since he’d met him! And with good reason. Anything that had a piece of that mech in them – couldn’t be trusted.

“Stand down Dinobot,” Charge’s voice interrupted.

Dinobot spit at the Prime clone in disgust but he backed off. Even though this Prime was his size, something inside him forced him to give him respect. He was another warrior. Another true warrior with honor! The Raptor’s tail twitched agitatedly as he leveled a glare at the red Seeker’s back. “Grrrrr, he’d better not damage them or I’ll take him down even if I have to go through you to do it,” he hissed.

The Optimus clone leveled a hard look at the Predacon. “Whatever it is, I’m sure he will not cause it harm,” he flatly stated.

“So just exactly what is this?” Scream demanded to know.

“Yes, what is going on here?” TC’s deeper voice asked from behind them.

Jane glanced at the group whom now surrounded her and Petri. The innocent little Petri dish the center of their attention… “Uh, well, we were just doing a little experiment. Nothing much,” she stammered and tried to grab the dish.

Scream’s fingers circled her arm, stopping her. “Dinobot said ‘them’. What did he mean Petri?” he turned his question to the clone scientist, knowing that the Perceptor clone wouldn’t hide much. As long as you could figure out WHAT he was saying that is!

“The embryos. We were just seeing if fertilization between transmetals and humans could occur,” the red clone explained. He opened his mouth to continue into a longer and more technical explanation of the results of the experiment.

“Obviously it did work didn’t it?” Charge turned his head and gave Jane and Dinobot a scan. “And I assume it was between Dinobot’s and Jane’s cells?” he stated.

“Sssttttt, yes it was and thus no concern of yours!” Dinobot growled. He curled his talons around the smaller woman’s shoulders and shot him a challenging look.

Jane considered the situation. She was going to have to look into getting a clone or mech to agree to be used as a surrogate anyways, so why not use this opportunity? She cleared her throat and looked up at the taller clones surrounding them. “And it worked. There are now two embryos in that dish.”

TC’s optics got bigger. He glanced down like he was trying to actually SEE the embryos.

“They’re microscopic you dolt! They haven’t grown big enough to see yet,” Scream snorted as he rapped the blue Seeker on his helm. He’d become very well-rounded since he’d once been a tutor at college. And in his studies, he’d learned about basic meiosis stuff.

“Ouch! How was I supposed to know that!” TC griped as he rubbed his helm. Then his smile reappeared on his face plate. Ignoring Dinobot’s glare, he grabbed Jane and spun her around. “Congratulations! You’re gonna be a little momma!!! Oh, we’ve got to put a baby shower together! Sharon will loooooovvvveee it!” he exclaimed.

Dinobot snarled, trying to grab his human back. He had no idea what this entire baby shower thing was – but if it was something important, he’d do it – not TC! Before he could snag her, he found himself being patted on his scaly head. Snarling, he turned on the red Seeker who’d done it.

“He, he, Dinobot will look soooo cuuuuuutttteee and cuuuuuddddlllly in one of those funny hats!” Scream snickered. He danced back before the ticked off mech could peg him.

Charge stopped Dinobot before he could pursue the clone. “Congratulations Dinobot,” he said with a comradely pat on his shoulder.

“Well, um, thanks guys. But the embryos can’t really become babies like that,” Jane said as TC finally set her down.

Concern filled the three clone’s optics. “Why not? Surely Perceptor can implant them and all that,” Scream said.

“I could, but Dinobot’s DNA is controlling their development. They need a spark to gain nourishment from through their gestational development,” Petri explained.

“Oh. Um, Scream – what’d he just say?” TC asked the red Seeker.

Scream was optic-balling the dish. His meta rolling fast. He had the chassis of a femme now, a spark that was both; but to be a true female in all senses of the word – meant to be the one who births the young. Then he’d be equal with not only mech femmes – but organic femmes as well! A strange ache filled him then. An emptiness that he hadn’t realized that he’d had. He felt himself being pulled to the cells that he knew were in that dish. They seemed to call to him. Scream for his maternal side to take them.

But how could he ‘carry’ them? He had no uterus. His fingers rubbed against his chest plates, glancing across his cockpit. Looking down, he realized that he did indeed have a space available. A space that he hadn’t used since Rumble had taught the clones about using subspace. “So you need mech or clone surrogates?” he asked.

“Uh, yea, you could say that,” she admitted; the mech behind her growled in agitation. Obviously, Dinobot didn’t particularly care for the fact he’d have to ask mere clones to carry his offspring.. He’d then feel inclined to protect them, would be indebted to them.

Scream met his optics, knew the reason the mech didn’t like him in particular. But he couldn’t change who he’d been cloned from. All he could do was change the mech’s opinion of him through his actions. He had to know what he was getting into first though… “What will these human/mech hybrids be like?” he asked Dinobot.

He glared at the ‘femme’ Starscream clone, but answered him. “They will emerge as protoforms. Silvery skinned creatures. The first flesh creature they scan, they will format their DNA and take it as their alt mode.” His optics bore into the red Seeker as he explained. Somehow he knew the clone was interested in becoming one of the surrogates. It was like he could almost read his meta! Did he want a Starscream clone to act as mother to one of his offspring? Did he really have a choice in who carried them?

“So in a sense they become that fleshy’s offspring? Will they need to feed like a human infant?” Scream slid his fingers along the top of the Petri dish. His spark could sense the tiny life forces in those growing cells.

“Grrrrr, they can feed like the organism they scan when in beast mode. Can grow as well. And when in bot mode they can drink energon as well. Sssssssss, this is why we replaced the original mechs. We are more, hhhhhsssss, versatile.” Dinobot swore he could feel the Seeker’s every emotion now. It was a strange sensation, an unwanted sensation….

“So whichever human holds them first – will kind’ve become their mother or something? Can any of the women feed them?” TC moved next to Scream, his optics full of a strange emotion as he looked down at the dish and its invisible future babies. Sharon had cried in his arms just the night before. Admitted that she’d always wanted children – but never could. Maybe he could for her?!? Maybe he’d carry the thing – and she’d feed it with her breasts. She’d be so happy!

“That is affirmative. If we give any of the women certain hormone injections, we can make their milk come in. And Alchemy can create those molecules,” Petri informed them.

Scream and TC locked optics, both of them knowing that the other one was also interested in volunteering…

“Well, we’ve got plenty of room in these useless cockpits don’t you think?” Scream mused.

“So there’s more than one in there?” TC asked Jane, wanting to make sure that he and Scream could both get one. It’d make it far easier than fighting over it.

She nodded, her eyes full of tears. Happiness filled her for she knew that there’d be no problems finding surrogates now! She hadn’t expected how interested the clones were in babies. “Would you two like to be surrogates?” she asked.

Scream locked optics with Dinobot. “No, we want to adopt them. But the Unit shall raise them as a family,” he stated.

Dinobot growled under his breath even as he realized that the clone was making him an offer. An oath that those clones who chose to be surrogates would love his offspring as their own – and still allow him to be involved in their raising and training. “Grrrrrr, perhaps we should discuss ssssssspecific terms.”

The two Seekers and the mech moved to the side, engaging in quite negotiations concerning the embryos - while Petri and Jane began preparations for the modifications of their cockpits and implantation.

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Sharon smiled down at Poet as she helped cook the sparse evening meal. The scavenging teams had brought back many different types of canned goods. Most were dented because they’d been in buildings which had collapsed, but all were still sealed – thus, edible. The meal would consist of primarily beans again. A taste that they had long since gotten sick of….

“Tkkkk Tkkkkk?” Poet clucked his glossa as he pointed at the door of the refurbished oven.

Sharon checked the time on her old watch. And gave him a nod, but had to stop him as he lunged into the oven as if to grab the hot pan with his bare hands. “Here, put these on first,” she said as she handed him some thick gloves.

Hearing a chuckle behind her, she glanced back at the dark cat. He lifted his head from his paws and yawned. “Like WE can get damaged at those low temps,” he snickered in his low growl of a voice.

Sharon nodded for Poet to lift the pan out with the awkward gloves on. “One day we’ll hopefully have human children for him to play with. Children that would see him grab the dish with his bare hand and think they can do it too.” Reaching up, she grabbed the hubcaps which had been turned into makeshift plates and set them down at Poet’s level.

“Hmmmmmm, didn’t think about that,” KeKe rumbled as he flipped onto his back and writhed around a bit as he scratched an itchy spot that he couldn’t reach. “Poet, do it like momma says,” he added as an afterthought.

Rolling her eyes, Sharon wondered if she’d ever get used to a feline that thought and talked like any other clone – yet, was so cat like in his behavior! Not for the first time she wondered if she could convince him to let Flame paint him up like a Siamese. It just seemed to fit his personality.

“Hey Sharon!” TC yelled as he and Scream trotted towards her.

Sharon smiled as she saw the red ‘femme’ Seeker’s huge happy smile. His two mech clone mates were driving off in the other direction. Apparently to work on plans for the next scavenging mission… Scream must now be ‘healed’ enough for them to trust. Warmth filled her heart as she opened her arms to her tall new ‘daughter clone’, giving him/her a hug filled with as much relief as it was love.

“Hey niggas!” Torrie piped up. Like always, she was one of the first to the meal. The girl’s appetite was rapidly becoming one of legend nowadays. But she was so lithe and tiny – everyone wondered just where all the food was going!

“Torie, I told you not to use that phrase anymore,” Sharon chided her.

“Oh come on Sharon, Darren don’t care and neither do I. And we’re the only two real niggas around here,” Torie snickered. She grinned up at the older woman, not phased in the least – and not about to change either.

Rolling her eyes, the older woman gave an exacerbated sigh. “The things I have to put up with around here!” she exclaimed in mock disgust.

Torie shrugged and tried to sneak a finger into the pan, only to be smacked away by Poet. The little half-pint humphed his disapproval and continued to dole out each human’s designated portion onto various plates. “Ah you know you like it big momma,” she teased. This had been the nickname she’d given Sharon ever since she found out the woman’s darkest secret. And for some reason, it had seemed to help to smooth things out between them. Even though the teen STILL never really agreed with anything the woman said.

“I wish you’d quit that – I’m not ‘big’,” Sharon shot her a look that only a grandma type could.

After another vain effort to snag an early taste, Torie gave up. Going over to the mats, she plopped herself down next to the rolling cat. “Well, how ‘bout ‘old momma’ or ‘grey momma’ or ‘old bitch’ or..”

“OK OK! I give up!” Sharon shook her head and gave the two Seekers a helpless shrug.

“Ok big momma,” Torie quipped.

“Ugggg, why’d I ever think letting Jester teach her the ropes – was a good idea?” Sharon mumbled to herself. The teen was cocky and quite full of herself. And now that Jester had taught her to have a sense of humor – she was unstoppable!

TC and Scream both shrugged, but their face plates were still bright with exuberance over something. Sharon glanced from Seeker-to-Seeker as she nodded for Poet to give the teen her meal. “So what’s going on with you two? Good mission or something?” she asked as she grabbed a plate for herself and moved to sit down to eat.

Scream’s optics lit with a mischievous gleam. In a smooth motion, he’d grabbed her plate right out of her hands. Before Sharon could chastise him, TC had pulled her into his arms. “Hey Sharon, what’s the one thing in the whole wide world that you really REALLY want?” he asked.

Not knowing what was up, but easily spotting that the pair was up to whatever it was together – Sharon shrugged. Had they happened upon a jewelry store or something? Had the two gotten her a gift? “I don’t know. Um, a ten carat diamond?”

Torie spit out her food, she laughed so hard at that comment. “The world’s fuckin’ ended and all big momma wants is a rock! God, and teens are the ones who are supposed to be into bling,” she snickered.

TC smiled and shook his head, Scream peering over his shoulder armor. “Nope, next guess.”

Sharon sighed and rolled her eyes, she was hungry. She was in no mood for a game of twenty questions! “Out with it. What did your teams pilfer this time?”

TC glanced at Scream, who arched an optic ridge as he glanced back. “I think we’re supposed to tell her to sit down about now,” Scream whispered.

“Sit down – umphhhh – why?!?” Sharon’s butt hit the mats rather hard, as TC abruptly pushed her down. This made Torie’s snickers get even louder.

“Well, um,” TC looked at Scream, a little unsure of the right way to tell her.

Scream on the other hand, had no such reservations. Putting an arm casually over TC’s intakes he gave Sharon a big wink. “We’re both pregnant! We’re gonna have organomech babies!” he announced.

The contents of Torie’s bowl smashed onto the cold concrete at about the same time as the older woman fainted dead away. For a moment, the world stood still as no one seemed to know what to do. Then the Seekers fell onto their knees as one, fanning the older woman as they tried to get her to come to……

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Note: Ok, my first try at male pregnancy. Should be interesting…
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