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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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Things got complicated over the next year. First off there were just a slew of sparklings that were created by bonded couples. We heard via Blaster's cassettes while they were spying on the Con alliance that there were sparklings there too. Prowl glitched so badly when he heard who had a sparkling on that side that it took a full day to get the mech back online! We started paying attention to who wasn't in battles from one fight to another, to see if we could identify the couples that way. No doubt the Cons were doing that as well. However we figured out it was better to have a one or two watching over the sparklings; usually it was Forge since she had the most experience, at times Ironhide joined her in such duties. Usually they all were gathered at Metroplex where they would get the best protection possible.
The Servabots got over their initial shyness around the male Autobots and were making bonds beyond just alliance. As a result, more Bots were coupling up, not bonded yet, but certainly dating. I wasn't at all surprised by who was with whom and I could tell they were all happy despite the fact we were in a war. I felt jealous of them, for them it seemed just so easy and uncomplicated to find someone else attractive and seek out their companionship. I spent a lot of time crying and feeling sorry for myself that year. I also withdrew from the usual celebrations, keeping to myself, and not really socializing. Tracer was worried, that much I knew and could tell by looking at her. I told her not to be worried, but that didn't stop her. Vixica tried to get me to talk with her, but I had nothing to say. This was something I had to deal with on my own. Besides I had said all I needed to say when I spoke to Shark on that fateful Christmas day.
Shark had been just a bit different since that day. The fact that I had no Valentines card or even a birthday card or any sort of gift from him told me that what I had told him certainly must have shaken his resolve to pursue me. Christmas was the clincher though as there was no sign of him for the party. He had taken a double shift to allow others to have their fun. For the first time since I had become a Cybertronian I felt alone, even though I was surrounded by friends.
Watching the sparklings run around and having fun in our base just made me wish I could have been so carefree and happy at their age. Not wanting for anything, knowing nothing but love and acceptance. I should have been happy, not only for their parents, but just because the little ones gave love so freely. They seemed to know when I needed a hug, which was quite welcomed since while human I was used to tactile contact like hugging. Among the Cybertronians there wasn't as much tactile contact unless you were intending on hitting on someone. Suffice it to say I certainly wasn't a target for being hit on since Shark seemed to have given up trying.
One day Charise came up to give me a hug as I sat at the monitor in the Command Center. I had a emotional breakdown from the simple act from such a loving child. She immediately got worried, asking if I was hurt or if something bad had happened. I hugged her back, assuring her I wasn't hurt nor anything bad had happened, it was just I had sorely missed such contact, much more than I had realized. Charise told me then that she would make sure to give me a daily hug, which I willingly accepted. Bebop watched on quietly while listening to the radio chatter, but said nothing. When Charise left, the mech played some music to try to brighten up my mood.
It seemed Charise had spoken to the other youngsters as they too would make sure to give me a daily hug while I was on either on command center duty or whenever they could catch me out of my room. Tracer happened to notice this about a month in as she told me she thought I was getting just a bit more attention than the rest of the staff. Thankfully Bebop kept silent while Tracer was there. Apparently the mech was quite a secret keeper.
Even with the daily hugs from the youngsters there were days where I still would cry, though I kept it bottled until I could be in my room. One night I must have been audibly crying just loud enough to catch Depth's attention as he appeared next to my recharge berth, crouched there with this concerned expression on his face.
"Hey." he murmured lowly. I just snuffled, turning my head away from the mech so he couldn't see me crying. I felt his hand on my shoulder, a squeeze was given. "I thought I had the market on crying in this base." he stated softly. I hugged my arms around myself, not replying to the mech. He sighed and said, "Just thought I'd check on you Barracuda. I may not know why you are crying, but I do know it's for a reason and that it's good you are letting it out." Another squeeze of my shoulder was given, "Just know that I understand and can empathize." Withdrawing his hand, he went out the same way he came in, leaving me to my thoughts.
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Depth must have talked to Vixica as the fox cassette showed up at my room by morning. She wanted to know if I had anything to talk about or if something was going on with me that needed to be let out. I told her I let it all out to someone and that I didn't wish to revisit it. She seemed to understand, but before she left she told me if I did want to discuss something that she'd listen.
It was New Year's Eve when Kup came up to me and said, "Barracuda, I got a special mission that I'd like you to consider taking. Charise and the triplets are old enough now that they can take in some classes on Cybertron, I was hoping you'd like go with them to be their adult supervision maybe even take part in some classes yourself."
I was honestly taken aback by this, but considering I had not been to Cybertron and getting away from the main war front sounded really good so I told him, "I would like to accept that mission. When will be going?"
"I’d like to have you leave tomorrow night. Go to the staff party and let everyone know, I’ve got to contact Metroplex and let them know to have the shuttle and the triplets ready." Kup said.
I nodded to the older mech and headed off to the party. I told Tracer first, who was happy that I accepted, but also a bit sad that we wouldn't see each other for awhile. I then told the rest of those at the party about my accepting the mission to go with the youngsters to Cybertron. I got well wishes from everyone and even a few hugs too. Midnight came and as was tradition we all shouted 'Happy New Year'. There was a lot of kissing between the couples going on and some among the singles as well.
Shark came up and tapped me on the shoulder, I looked toward him and he said, "I know you'll keep those kids safe Barracuda, just remember to keep yourself safe too."
I nodded, "I will Shark."
He smiled slightly and said, "The femmes up there will be good to get to know. They'll tell you things and show you stuff that will help you grow as a Cybertronian. They have been through the slag pit and back."
I could tell there was more to what he was saying, but he didn't wish to say it in front of the others, so I told him, "I'll be sure to listen to my elders and learn from them, worry not."
Shark sipped on his drink, peering over the glass at me. When the glass left his lips he murmured, "Good. I best be off to shift, ocean patrol is calling."
"Stay out of trouble." I offered, which earned a chuckle from the mech as he left the rec room.
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