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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 took about a half hour to collect myself and think, then returned to the rec room. The crowd had lessened a good bit, which was good. Tracer tugged me toward where Smokescreen, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide and Optimus were standing around. She obviously had an ulterior motive since Jazz got this big goofy grin and pointed up at the ceiling.
I slowly looked up and face palmed, "Oh… shit…" I vented out. Mistletoe!
Tracer giggled, smiling triumphantly as Jazz stepped up and kissed me on the cheek. Prowl shook his head at his mate and did the same. Smokescreen though was a bit more bold and kissed me on the cheek close to the corner of my mouth.
Ironhide looked thoughtful, but shook his head and muttered something like 'twernt right ta kiss an unwilling femme'. Jazz gave him a hard time for that one, but the older mech stood firm on his principles.
The group got very quiet as Optimus stepped up and looked down at me with his optics searching my own. "May I?" he asked softly. Optimus had to be one of the last of the gentlemen in this crew to even ask permission despite the fact he had every right to sneak a kiss while I was held in place by Tracer.
I considered, then asked equally as softly, "Mask down?" The older Prime cocked his head a bit then gave a nod. I smiled just slightly, "Then you may."
He leaned down, the mask retracting from his lower face. I suspected what I would see so was not surprised by the scar that marred an otherwise handsome face. Optimus kissed me on the lips, softly, for exactly three seconds, and then leaned back so the mask could go back into place.
He glanced at Tracer and made a gesture that she should release me, which she did as she murmured, "My work here is done."
I shook my head and got out from under that mistletoe while I could. "You are horrid, Tracer." I accused softly, not angry, just more astonished she'd pull that sort of stunt.
She smiled and hugged Smokescreen, "Get me back later Cuda, I'd like some time alone with Smokey while Charise is gone."
I smirked a bit, biting back a comment that came to mind about them keeping it down, then went for the nod and made a 'shoo' gesture at the two.
The couple walked off and I made my way to the energon to get a drink. Depth was there, sans Santa suit, talking with Shadow and Magmorta in their own language.
"Hey Coodoo. Damn girl, old Big Red laid a smacker right on your lips." Depth stated in his best lecherous tone.
"Jealous Depth?" I asked without missing a beat.
Shadow gave a laugh and smacked Depth on the back, "Ha! She has you there!"
Magmorta murmured, "Oh I don't know, I would love it if Prime would kiss me willingly…" she made a fan with her hand and made like she was going to swoon, "…really I do."
Depth made a snort that sounded like he was drawing up one nasty loogie. Then he gave Magmorta a small shove, displacing her slightly, and then shifted into a semblance of Optimus. He pointed up at the mistletoe above her then laid a smooch on the femme that had her literally melt into a puddle of metal. Shadow chortled softly and I took my cue to get away from the group to sit and wait.
The hours passed, slowly the room emptied until it was just me remaining. Eventually my patience was rewarded as Shark came in with a frown on his features as he looked at the room. He lost a hint of said frown though seeing me there. "Uhm… so... feel up to helping me cleaning this mess up Barracuda?" he asked carefully, moving to begin picking up the trash.
I slowly rose and replied, "I feel up to more than just that Shark. We can talk while we work."
He paused just a moment, and then nodded, "All right."
I took the broom, mop, sponges, towels, and bucket that I had set in the corner out from their hiding spot and said, "I've been thinking Shark."
Shark took out the mop from the bucket to wring it out, "About?" he asked.
With broom in hand I began to sweep the debris up, "About a lot of things." I began, "About my life before I became Cybertronian and about my life now. The similarities and differences between the two species." I didn't look at him as I spoke, focusing on my sweeping, but by the fact he was very slowly moving behind me with the mop I could tell he was listening. "About that day you saved me. Then all the days since then when you took injuries that were meant for me." That stopped him cold, but I continued, "About all those birthdays and holidays when you left me a bouquet or small gift with a hand written card. Always with words that were from your spark, with no guile, no expectations. Just a card... with sentiments you couldn't say to me, but could bear your spark in writing." By that time I had finished sweeping and gathered up the mess in a dust pan to dump into the trash.
I took a moment to look up, finding him staring at me with such an unreadable expression on his face. "Then this Christmas I had to think about Charise's wish for you. She wanted you happy and she knew there was only one person that could do that. So I had to think, recalling the past, all the words, the actions, the snuck kisses." I paused, picking up a sponge and wetting it in the bucket. I threw it toward Shark gently, to see if he'd react. His hand automatically came up to catch it, but he remained otherwise unmoving. I picked up another sponge and wetted it down as well. "It wasn't a difficult decision to come to really when I got down to it. Did I make Charise happy because I kissed you under the mistletoe? Yes, of course. But that isn't the big question here. What is Shark is if it made you happy. I had to wonder when you came after me, sounding angry about it." I began to wipe down a chair as I spoke, "You had every right to be angry if I had done it just to make Charise happy. Fact is Shark it wasn't just for her. It was for you… and it was for me too." I stopped to check if he was still with me, which he certainly was as he stood there just staring at me with sponge in one hand and mop handle in the other. I glanced up at the ceiling a moment then smiled, no mistletoe. I approached him, watching to see if he'd even move... react... something. Standing close to him, I looked him right in the optics and told him, "This is for you." then leaned toward him and pressed my lips to his.
Shark snapped out of whatever stupor he was in as he dropped the sponge, then the mop as well so he could put his hands on either side of my face and kissed me back. The passion was still there, the intensity, the familiar ache in my spark, the warmth of the mech... all of it remained. We held the kiss for a good five minutes, lips moving against each other slowly yet simmering. Then he withdrew slowly, still holding my face. The smile on his lips and in his optics said it for him before he even spoke, "Yes Barracuda, it made me happy."
I gave a little nod and said, "There's some other things you need to know Shark." He lowered his hands from my face and nodded, picking up the dropped sponge and mop. I took a few moments to gather my thoughts as I returned to cleaning a chair, then began, "My life as a human was one riddled with frustrations, disappointments, betrayal, anger, fights, depression, and overall just lonely. Sure I was part of a family, a very small one with very little extended family I could say I knew well. But that family was as dysfunctional as one could get. My sister was a brat who got away with doing drugs and drinking cuz she basically threatened me. She forged my Mother's name on my Mother's checks and my Mother didn't put her good for nothing fat ass in jail like she should have. She lied, she took stuff that wasn't hers to pawn it off for money, she brought home friends of questionable character as well as unfavorable men, and worst of all she killed my Mother's love for her. My Father was an abusive man toward my Mother, verbally, physically, mentally… you name it… he got involved in a cult that convinced him he had psychic powers that needed shoring up by buying stuff. He drank, he hung out with drinking buddies, and he probably did molest my sister as she claimed such, but God only knows if that was even true. Mom kicked his ass to the curb and we spent 10 years going to visit him as per the divorce decree. I think it may have been the divorce that really woke him up. But it would be a long time coming for him to fully wake up. By then my Mother was dead set against ever forgiving the man. I grew up with an unstable man in my life. A man that could never be what I really needed the most… a Father who didn't try to buy his daughter's affection by taking us out."
I had moved on to the couch by now as I spoke, Shark was slowly mopping and listening without disrupting me. "In a way I blame my Father and my Mother both for how I view men… males. My Father was in no way perfect, neither was my Mother. She poisoned my mind so badly about how men just wanted one thing and how they thought with their libido. Even though my Father told me in my twenties he wanted to be the Father he hadn't been when I was younger, to be someone to come and talk to, confide in… it was over 10 years too late for that offer to be taken seriously. I couldn't trust the man that much. The continuous assault on my Father's character by my Mother's bitterness and hate toward him had made certain I could never trust a man. When the first man showed interest in me, he wasn't even divorced but separated. He had a kid with this Asian woman he had married. I let down my defenses just enough so I could experience intimacy. I was wrong to lead him on as he took it as an invitation to have sex with me. I still consider it rape, even though he did stop after he realized he had taken my virginity."
I moved on to the next piece of furniture, Shark was so silent but still moving the mop around. "The second man was a long distance friend of mine. He came to visit me a second time and told me he wanted to kiss me, so I let him. One thing led to another and for the short while I was happy. In hindsight, I realized that it was just the hormones releasing that made me feel that. There was no way to make a long distance relationship work, at least not a romantic one, so we went back to being just friends. After that I decided I couldn't be with anyone, that I was just too damaged to function in a relationship." I finished cleaning the chair and turned to focus on Shark who was looking at me with this guarded expression of mixed emotions. "I'm still damaged Shark. Why do you think I'm so bitchy? Why do you think I've rebuked you this long? It's because of that damaging history that scarred me mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I have known nothing but pain and heartbreak, sadness and tears. I was fighting a war the moment I was born, and now I am fighting in a literal war. What really scares me Shark is that if I open up and let someone in… let you in… that you would want to spark merge with me. I cannot even begin to tell you how much that scares me. I forgot my childhood for a reason. A spark merge would be a key to the storage area where my memories of childhood reside. I would be forced to relive them all over again. I don't know if I'm strong enough to go through it. To really and truly know why my family had turned out so utterly fucked up." It was then I realized tears were streaming down my face, "To face the reality of how I got fucked up."
Shark finished mopping down the room and set the mop into the bucket. He approached me and just gave me a hug. He pulled back after awhile and gave me a little nod, like he understood… like he got it. Then he stepped back and poured out the remains of energon in the punch bowl in two glasses and then offered me one. I took the glass and sipped at the contents, it tasted like it had been spiked, but at that point I really didn't care. He stood opposite me, sipping at his glass in silence. Once I drained my glass, I sighed and murmured, "Thanks for listening Shark. That's needed to get out for a long time." He gave a nod and finished his drink then turned to tend to the janitorial supplies. He wasn't gone long, but I waited by the door for him to return. I gave him a kiss on the cheek before bidding him a goodnight.
I was halfway to my room when he caught up to me and murmured lowly, "You need to get the rest out Barracuda, trust me I've had my share of spark ache to know when stuff has been bottled up too long."
I paused and looked over my shoulder at him, then gave a nod. "I'll try." is all I could say.
He gave a nod and I continued off to my room, Shark following a few strides behind. He was probably heading off to his room so I thought nothing of it. As I palmed my door open, he took a moment to offer a soft, "Good night." then he moved off.
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