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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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Life got interesting all around over the following days, weeks, and months. The two Bot armies became well gelled with each other. Even Depth was impressed, which from what I was told by Magmorta was saying a lot. Having little Charise around base became a distraction we all welcomed. She was so curious about what someone was doing during their shifts. Once I caught her hiding in medbay, quite visible if you looked right. The seeker of said hider turned out to be Depth, which amused me to no end. Kup arranged it so Charise always had one parent to look after her when the other was on shift, though to be honest we all looked after the little femme.
She learned at a different pace than a human child would so it wasn't long before she was putting simple sentences together and had memorized all our names. But even the momentary distraction of a sweet and smart child was overtaken by the more serious distraction of Con attacks. Either Tracer or Smokescreen stayed behind to watch after their child and keep her from straying into the medical bay when we got back. She was shielded from such things for now for her own emotional well being. Now and again we got updates on how the triplets were getting along in Metroplex. Much like Charise they too were curious about things, though they seemed to be learning things at a slightly quicker pace. I figured it was due to their parentage.
I had plenty of time to ponder over what Tetra Reris had said about Shark. I wasn't exactly blind to the mech's overtures over the years, it was just I wasn't ready to pursue a relationship with anyone. So it was a stalemate as he continued to do stupid stuff like taking shots meant for me or leaving something in my room when Valentines, my birthday, and Christmas rolled around while I continued to rebuff him left and right.
The thirteenth year birthday party came and went. I personally had no issues with the number thirteen; in fact I adopted it as my favorite number when I was younger. The next day there was a battle that had nearly all the warriors pulled from our base as well as Metroplex to deal with the Cons. With Metroplex on our way to the battle site, it was decided to drop Charise off there to play with the triplets. Naturally the battle was ugly. The Trechercons seemed to have more to prove as they fought twice as hard and rather nastily to boot. I should have been paying a bit more attention to my immediate surroundings, but with so much going on it could be difficult for any type of psychic to pick up on everything. Whatever struck me hurt so bad that, in comparison, made my dislocated knee cap when I was still human feel like a bee sting. My systems flashed warnings from all sorts of locations as I fell to the ground and initiated self-repairs. I was able to stay awake just long enough to hear someone run toward me. Then I went unconscious.
When I awoke, I didn't feel pain. In fact, I felt numb all over. My optics flickered online and I looked around a little. Standing on my left, working on me, was Ratchet. He offered me a tight little smile then flicked his gaze off to the right before looking back to his work. I looked to my right and there sat Shark, who had settled himself between my table and the one being occupied by Tracer, who was being worked on by First Aid.
Upon seeing me awake, Shark gave me a smile and said, "Had us all worried for awhile there, Barracuda."
"Who would be us?" I asked, just wondering if he was making up some sort of fabrication.
"Everyone. You took a cannon shot from Electra. That really worried Tetra Reris and Forge both. Even both the Primes were concerned about it." Shark stated.
Ah that would be why it had hurt so much initially. "Hmm so tempting to say I could take more than that and survive." I remarked, then glanced down to where his hand was placed in mine. All it took was a small frown and he removed his hand.
"I'll let them know you'll pull out of it." Shark stated, getting up and heading out of medbay.
I vented softly, which earned me a glare from Ratchet, "Please no movement for awhile yet, so no venting." stated the medic firmly.
"Sorry." I offered.
The rest of the repairs went along well enough and I was released with the understanding of when I could go back on duty and the like. Along the way to the rec room I was approached by Tetra Reris.
"It it good to see you walking around Barracuda." she stated, "May I have a short chat with you while you refuel?"
I nodded to her, "Of course."
We both stepped into the rec room and grabbed a ration, and then we took a seat on one of the couches. I sipped on my ration as Tetra gazed at me quietly a few moments, and then asked carefully, "Have you thought much about what I discussed with you before?"
I should have seen that coming, but she had been right before about my not knowing my own future. So I gave my reply with a hint of annoyance, "A little yes, but why are you being so insistent about it?"
Tetra smiled at me and said, "I just wish for you to be happy by being with someone who loves you."
I frowned at her, suddenly losing my thirst for the ration in my hand, "I appreciate the sentiment Tetra, but please do not ask me again. I will either come to happiness on my own time or not at all."
The femme looked understanding, but sad as well as she nodded and rose. "I will respect your wishes." Then turned to the approaching Rodimus and gave him a smile. They both joined Anima and Ultra Magnus in another section of the rec room. I sat there for awhile, then got up and headed out to search for the oil pools.
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The oil pool room was one single large pool of warmed oil. Adjoining it was a large shower room. I entered through the shower room. I took note of the partition walls in a few places that may have been a way to offer some privacy if one wanted it. The floor was dry so it obviously hadn't been used in awhile. I headed to the oil room and looked around, it was empty. That suited me just fine. I moved to the shallow end of the pool and stepped in, the warmth of the oil sent pleasant sensations through my armor sensors. I waded toward the deep end of the pool and settled, letting my legs stretch out in front of me as my body become enveloped up to the neck. The oil seeped into seams and joints, filling my interior with its warm, fluid thickness. It was a unique and quite lovely sensation that could only be rivaled by a nice hot bath. Allowing myself to relax, I offlined my optics so I could fully enjoy the quiet solitude. I drifted off into recharge mode.
I stirred and my chronometer showed time had passed. I glanced around and still no one was in sight, though there were oily patches from the pool to the shower area. Someone had been here and didn't wake me. I waded toward the shallow end and got out of the pool. I took advantage of the spot where compressed air passed down the body to help eliminate as much oil as was possible. Then I headed to the shower room. The sound of a shower going caught my attention and I paused from fully entering to peek to see who was within. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle a gasp that escaped me. I was not only surprised, but dumb struck and confused, also there was a bit of shock mixed in with pure 'Oh My God'.
There in a shower that could easily fit two stood Shark in the literal all together… every little piece of armor had been meticulously removed. There were a few pieces that still bore oil, one piece was in his hands as he washed it clean. The rest was in a neat pile, clean and ready to be placed back. I really never thought there was a robotic version of a full monty. But reflecting briefly on that day of Quintesson experiments, I realized it was silly of me to even think that was impossible. There was also that moment of equal ground as during the experiment he had seen me without torso and pelvic plating whereas I had been blindfolded. Even when that Sharkticon had given him a hand job, I had only seen his shaft. I stared at the mech, it was curiosity really, plus maybe a bit of intrigue.
His back was toward my position however, I was seeing all the inner workings of the mech. I noticed he wasn't quite facing toward the water, allowing it to hit along his side as he set down one piece of armor to pick up another to clean. The shifting of hydraulics was interesting to watch. The water was obviously hot as steam rose up around him. I observed him clean the last piece of armor, remaining where I was as each piece of armor was set back into place. The shower shut off utomatically. That was my cue to step back far enough out of sight that he left the shower room without seeing me.
Once assured he was gone for good, I took my own shower. The burning question of why he had not tried anything in the pool or even had not lingered to see me wake bothered me the whole shower. It was not like him. I shrugged it off eventually, figuring he had some sort of reason.
It would be a couple hours later before everyone was able to head back to Hydrobase. Charise was a little disappointed to leave her new friends, but she was assured she'd get to visit again soon or that they would come see her so she didn't get to pout too much about it. I could just imagine that sleepover to the point that I talked to Tracer about finding lightweight chairs and blankets for fort making. Explaining what I meant by it made Tracer smile and agree it would be fun for the children... and probably a few of the adults too.
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