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**Mentors part 2**

**Written by StSE, universe G1**

“Would you fly me up there TC?” Jag asked as he wandered back around the front. TC was busy showing Jester how to make a snowman in the front yard, so it wasn’t like he was interrupting any important work.

TC looked up with a smirk. “Why do you need up on the roof dirt eater?” he asked.

Ignoring the fact that the blue clone had just insulted him, Jag shrugged. “I need to see if there are any viable points of entry to the attic on the roof and if so, secure them,” he explained. After all, he was a security bot - was he not?

“You’re pretty boring, you know that?” Jester quipped as he tossed a snowball at him.

Jag easily dogged it. While they all had active weapons systems, and the programming that went with it. None of them had been programmed to throw things with any level of accuracy. “And you are terribly inaccurate in your throwing ability. Perhaps you should dedicate yourself to some practice?” he recommended.

Briefly, Jester narrowed his optics, but then a thought went through his meta. Something that would be sure to make TC laugh! “So where do you need to go?” he asked in a helpful tone, as he activated his jet pack. Jag didn’t notice the gleam in his blue optics, indicating that he might be up to no good.

Jag pointed to the highest point on the roof, where it appeared that the attic had a false window. He cringed a bit as the red clone wrapped his arms around his torso and held their chassis tightly together while he lifted them off the ground. Jester brought them up level to the roof, and then Jag’s feet hit the solid surface. He sighed in relief as the clone let him go. “Thanks, it won’t take me long,” he said with a wave of his hand.

“Ok buddy, see ya later,” Jester replied. His slag-eating grin wasn’t seen by the busy security clone. Going back down to the ground, he slapped TC on his back armor. “I’m cold, let’s go inside,” he said.

TC had just gotten the head to balance on top of the round body. Which for him - was a feat in itself. “But don’t you have to bring Mr. Boring back down?” he asked. He patted the head of his first truly intact snowman and then stepped back to admire it.

Jester grabbed his wing and began to drag him inside. “Don’t you think it’ll be funny if the dirt eater is stuck on the roof for a while?” he whispered to him. He figured the joke would make TC laugh, that’s all he wanted. To hear his mentor laugh…

“But…” TC started to stammer, then he thought about it and a smile full of mischief crossed his face. “Ya, you’re right. That’ll be funnier than hell!” he snickered.

So the two disappeared inside the house, the security clone still busy checking that the attic access was secured. He shuffled around the roof, trying every window, every small access door. Satisfied, he called down to the clones who he still thought were in the front yard. “Hey, I’m ready for a lift down now.”

No answer…

“TC, Jester, I’m done up here!”

No answer…

Jag was beginning to get a sinking feeling in his core. Carefully making his way back to the front of the roof, he peered down at the yard. Not a clone to be seen! They had left his aft on the roof! The black and white clone sat down, berating himself for trusting either one of them. He should’ve known not to trust a clone named ‘Jester’. And TC? Well since Jag couldn’t fly, that clone seemed to have it in for him.

As he sat there, he considered his options. He could call his master on his cell phone link up, but he didn’t know the number. He could call 9-1-1, but that might irritate Sharon. With a sigh, he put his chin on his knee armor, staring out over the neighborhood and waited patiently. Eventually someone would come outside. Eventually….

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Scream was fixated on the Physics textbook he was studying. He had the entire kitchen table covered in notebook paper. Problems scribbled all over them. This subject was by far the hardest one to date. And he took it as a personal challenge to at least have half of it figured out by the end of Christmas break. His tendency to get fixated on something helped him under these circumstances, since besides defragging, he wouldn’t take a single break until he was either done – or forced to.

He barely registered TC and Jester walking by him on their way to make hot chocolate. Merely snickered when Jester spilled his all over himself and TC had to clean his charge back up. Then the brief distraction was over, and Scream sat there quietly for the next few hours, reading and scribbling, reading and scribbling.

It was into the night when he was finally done. Standing up, he stretched his neck linkages by rocking his head back and forth. Walking around the house, he looked for his police bot. But couldn’t find him! He wasn’t even defragging in the new bed they’d stuck in Scream’s room for him. Scream padded into the living room. TC and Jester were busy playing checkers as they shot jokes back and forth, Sharon was watching the TV. She looked so pretty curled up like that with a shawl over her shoulders. He stopped for a second to admire her. He was so glad that Daniel had given him to her so long ago…

But, he was here on a mission, and the clone he was looking for wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Perhaps they knew where he was? “Anybody seen Jag lately?” Scream asked with a shrug.

“Thought the dirt eater was busy doing his security check or something,” TC said with a smirk.

“Maybe he’s building a snowman?” Jester snickered, as he shot a glance at TC. The two broke out in full snickers at that comment.

“Scream, you’re supposed to be keeping up with him,” Sharon reminded him, as she took a sip of the hot cocoa that TC had made for her.

Scream sighed, nodding to Sharon’s words. “I’m sorry, I’ll find him,” he said as he wandered off. He decided that he might as well check outside. Maybe Jester was right? Wandering out the front door, he glanced around the yard. Nothing! He was turning around to go back in when..

“Someone down there?”

The words drifted down to him, his sensitive audios easily tracking them to somewhere above him. He ran out into the front yard and looked up in shock. “Jag?!? What are you doing?” he asked.

“I was checking the attic access, but our lovely brothers left my aft up here,” Jag explained in a flat tone.

Scream zoomed up to him, wrapping his arms around him. “I was worried. I looked everywhere and… Wait! You say that Jester and TC left your tailpipes up here?!” He pulled back a bit and looked into the police bot’s blue optics.

Jag nodded and shrugged. “I should’ve known I couldn’t trust them,” he muttered.

“Why those god-damned motherfuckers! I’m going to..”

Jag cut him off. “No, we need tactics to get even with them.”

“Ya, Sharon’d get pissed if I just beat the hell out of TC,” Scream muttered. But then his optics brightened. “Oh, but I got an idea…” he snickered as the perfect, PERFECT idea came to his meta.

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“Found the dirt eater huh?” TC snickered as the two clones walked inside.

Scream ‘accidentally’ stepped on the checker board, acting as if he hadn’t heard the blue clone’s comment. “Hey Sharon, we picked you up a Dr. Pepper,” he said as he tossed a bottled soda to her.

“So where’s mine?” TC asked, holding out his hand expectantly. When a clone bought Dr. Peppers, he bought enough for everyone. That was a fact.

The red Seeker looked down with a surprised look on his face plate. It was as if - just then realizing he’d not only stepped on their game, but had also conveniently forgotten to buy them sodas. “Oops, my bad,” he said with a shrug and walked over to the couch. He and Jag exchanged a sly glance as they sat down next to each other. The ‘ssstttt’ sounds of opening Dr. Pepper bottles filled the room.

Their hands empty of a soda, TC and Jester looked around them in dismay. Everyone but them had one of those delicious sodas! “Hey, give me a sip!” TC demanded as he held his hand out to Scream.

“Sorry, don’t have enough,” the red Seeker said with a smirk as he made a big show of enjoyment as he took another sip.

“But… But…” TC stammered, but then Jester hit him and whispered “they’re getting even with us,” in his audio. TC looked from Jester to the two clones on the couch and back, his face full of disbelief. It was torture watching them drink the sodas while he had none.

Jester stood up, dragging TC up with him. “Come on, we’ll go get our own,” he muttered. He narrowed his optics as he glanced at the red Seeker clone. That guy was a smart one! This would merely make it all the more entertaining for Jester to live here. Yes, it would be fun to match wits with the Seeker clone.

“Can’t,” Scream smirked. His red optics boldly meeting Jester’s, he could see the appraisal that the new clone had given him. And knew without a doubt that it had been entirely Jester’s idea to leave his partner’s aft on the roof. TC was merely following his lead.

“And why not?” Jester challenged as he locked optics with the Seeker.

“Because the stores closed five minutes ago,” Jag explained in a flat tone, with a knowing gleam in his optics. Other than that, his face plate was devoid of emotion.

“Shit! That’s no fair, you drinking them right in front of us and NOT sharing!” TC whined. He balled his fingers into fists, his optics narrowing in anger that THEY got the delicious soda – and weren’t sharing!!!!

Scream’s optics gleamed as he got an even better idea for getting even. “Oh, I’ll share – but you’ve got to do something,” he offered. Jag glanced at him in confusion, for this change of plans had not been discussed first. Scream shot him a ‘trust me’ look.

“Oh, and what’s that?” Jester asked, his optics glued to the tasty beverage. He knew that the Seeker was going to place some stupid, degrading demand on them. But hell, if it was worth it – he’d consider doing it. He’d just figure a way for him and TC to get even, at a later date.

“Kiss Jag’s foot armor and say ‘I’m an asshole’,” Scream snickered as he elbowed Jag. Jag tried to keep his face free of emotion, since gloating was not a respectable behavior. But he couldn’t help it; a slag-eating grin encroached upon his stern features at his partner’s words. Glancing next to him, he realized that his partner seemed to truly respect him – regardless of if he was as ‘dull’ as the others claimed he was. The warmth of pride settled over the police clone. He was indeed proud to be partnered with the smart red Seeker.

“What are you boys up to?” Sharon asked as she watched the interchange. It was obvious SOMETHING had occurred between the two sets of partners. What it was, she had no clue. True, she was going to let them work out the ‘pecking order’ between themselves, but Scream telling them to kiss Jag’s foot and say those words – was going a little too far. So it was time for the ‘head of the family’ to get involved.

“They left Jag’s aft on the roof all afternoon, so we’re teaching them a lesson,” Scream informed her. His optics turned to TC and Jester, his smirk getting even bigger. He knew Sharon would consider that ‘bullying’. Granted, Jester was probably the one that came up with the idea, so it wasn’t the older clones bullying the younger by any means.

Sharon set down her drink. Her dark eyes flashed as she stood up and signaled for the two prankster clones to come to her. She proceeded to drill them both new tail pipes, and then sent them to Jester’s room. Sitting down with a huff, she muttered something about ‘teenagers’ as she picked her hot cocoa back up.

“I still liked your idea better,” Jag whispered to Scream, “but it was highly rewarding to watch.” His opinion on the red Seeker had risen greatly over this little ‘issue’ with their ‘brother clones’. Perhaps even enough to warrant excusing him over his actions at the factory. Yes, Scream had shown quite a bit of intellect in his handling of their brothers’ actions. Well, once Jag had slowed him down enough TO think first!

The three of them sat quietly for a time. The two droids enjoyed small sips of their favorite beverage, while Sharon finished her cocoa. The dark haired woman pulled her eyes from the television show and studied the pair for a bit. “You know Scream, you’re going to have to watch those two. It seems that Jag will now be their favorite target because he can’t fly. And Jag, I’m sorry about that. You’re a good clone and I do like you,” she said.

Jag sat a bit straighter when his master complimented him. She was the one he worried about. Her opinion and Scream’s opinion were the only ones he really valued. As long as they liked him, he was happy. He could handle the other two. He’d just have to keep his optics on them. “Thank you ma-am. You don’t have to apologize for them though,” he replied.

Scream snorted, patting Jag on his leg armor. “Fuck those idiots. We’ll teach them not to mess with you,” he muttered.

Sharon chuckled; Scream was so cute when he was acting like a protective hen. But she wasn’t worried about him doing anything serious to TC and Jester, the Prowl clone partner of his wouldn’t allow him to break any major rules. Standing up, she walked over and stood in front of Jag. Reaching down, she caressed his helm. “You did pick out a very good looking model Scream. And the only one with common sense it seems,” she purred.

When her fingers touched his helm, it felt like liquid fire racing through his sensory nets. Jag looked up at her in complete adoration. She was his owner. She was the one he desperately wanted to please, wanted to protect. His door wings trembled as she complimented him as much as she was complimenting his partner. Her legs touched his knee armor as she leaned forward. Her fingers under his jaw tipped his face up so that she could see it better. As she ran her fingers along his face plate, tracing his optics as she complimented on how beautifully shaped they were, he couldn’t help but shiver in total pleasure.

He wanted to reach out, to feel her flesh. To make her feel like she was making him feel. But then he felt fingers curl around his hand. Fingers that weren’t human. Caressing his.. He tried to pull his hand away, but the red clone wouldn’t let him. Faintly, he heard Scream agreeing with Sharon as that clone added his touch to hers on his chassis. Jag fought the sensations that the clone was causing. Those dreaded sensations of pleasure that raced through his nets as Scream caressed the door wing near him. It wasn’t proper for him to feel pleasure from the touch of another clone, only from a human. “Please tell him to stop ma-am. Please,” he gasped as he stared into her dark eyes.

Sharon merely chuckled at his plea. “Jag, it’s ok to feel pleasure from another clone’s touch. In fact, it gives me pleasure to see you receive pleasure from his touch,” she purred.

It went against his programming to feel pleasure from Scream’s touch! His meta screamed inside, denying her words, denying the sensations. He shook his head back-and-forth. “But ma-am, my programming..” he pleaded. His optics begging her to tell the red clone to stop rubbing his door wing like that!

“Ah, so trapped by your programming. So trapped.. We’ll get you past that, won’t we Scream?” she said with a knowing smile. It was actually quite nice that the other two clones were grounded. This allowed her and Scream to work on this uptight clone without interruption. “Lay face down on the rug in front of the fire place Jag, and enjoy,” she ordered with a kiss to the top of his helm.

Shakily, Jag stood up, and on wobbly legs he did as she had commanded him to do. Dread filled him, because of what she’d said he knew without a doubt that his clone partner was going to be involved. And it went against his programming to allow it. But if his master ordered him to, he must.

Sharon sat down in front of the anxious clone, allowing him to put his head in her lap, to curl his fingers around her thighs. She knew he was a stickler for following protocol, so much like the mech he was cloned from. And what she was asking of him went totally against that protocol. The Decepticon clones didn’t seem to have major issues pushing past their programming limitations, and Sharon couldn’t wait to compare these two Autobot clones against them! Rubbing his trembling door wings between her fingertips, she heard his muffled moan as the sensations flew through him.

Her smell filled his olfactory sensors as he laid his head on her thigh. Jag sighed in happiness as he curled his fingers around his master’s thighs. He felt her fingers caress his sensitive door wings, the flaming sensations roaring through his networks. He moaned as he squeezed his hands gently. The warmth from her skin underneath him radiating upward and adding to the heat building within him. But then he felt other hands on his legs, with a yelp he jerked his legs underneath him. An urge filled him to curl up in a ball in the woman’s lap. He knew it was physically impossible though. But he wanted away from the clone’s hands.

What he didn’t realize, is that when he did that, he stuck his aft up in the air. He realized his error as he felt Scream’s hand now rubbing his exposed codpiece, and there was nothing he could do about it. He whimpered as the waves of electrical impulses shot through his systems. His interface systems automatically activating.. His ports becoming lubricated and aching with want, even as his meta screamed that it was wrong. “Please ma-am, tell him to stop. PLEASE!” he gasped even as he couldn’t hold back the moan.

“Don’t worry Jag; I’ll never ever, ever hurt you. Never,” Scream purred as he heard the fear in the clone’s plea. All he wanted to do was make the clone moan. Make him enjoy pleasure stimuli as much as he did. His constant pleading to have Scream STOP touching him was beginning to confuse Scream. Make him think that maybe Jag didn’t like him. “Why doesn’t he like me Sharon?” he asked as he glanced over the whimpering clone at her.

“It’s not you Scream, it’s his programming that forcing him to try and avoid feeling pleasure from your touch. He’d react this way to ANY clone’s touch. Go ahead, we’ll work him through it,” she said with a warm smile. She nodded for Scream to continue touching his aft, as she stroked his door panels. “Jag, don’t move,” she ordered as she stroked the trembling clone’s helm with her other hand.

He felt a glossa on his closed port panels. His chassis responded as if it was a human tongue, begging for him to open them. “Nooooo, Mmmmmmm, Noooo, stop-please-stop,” he moaned. But his owner told him not to move. But this was wrong! This was against protocol! But it felt good.. So good.. He wanted to open his access panels. His ports ached to feel that wonderful glossa directly on them. He felt the red clone’s hands slide up his curled up legs, adding yet more of the nauseatingly pleasurable sensations to the burning fires within him.

“Open your ports to him Jag. Relax, enjoy what he’s doing. It gives me pleasure,” Sharon ordered as she continued to stroke his helm.

“But.. But it’s not right… Mmmmmm.. Noooo.. I shouldn’t feel this from a, mmmmm, clone!” Jag gasped as he gripped her thighs tightly with his hands. Trying to bury himself against her. Deny what she was forcing him to feel.

“Do as I said,” she said. She knew the clone was dealing with a fierce internal struggle. It seemed harder for him than it was for the Decepticon clones. Perhaps the Autobot programs were stronger?

He yelped in fear as he did as she ordered. Felt the red clone’s glossa glide across his rear port the second it was exposed to him. Sensations far beyond what he’d been programmed to expect flew through him. “MMMMMMmmmm, AHHHHHHHH,” he moaned. He couldn’t deny that it felt incredible, even if it went against his programming to feel this from another clone. So against his programs!

“Go slow Scream, we don’t want him to overload until he relaxes and fully accepts the stimulation,” Sharon told Scream as she continued to stroke the tense clone. She had to admit, seeing Scream eat ‘pussy’ was a turn on. He was so gentle with his glossa. She could understand why his lesbian friends continually invited him to join them – even if he didn’t let them touch his interface regions. Scream did seem to get a kick out of causing others to climax. And was seemingly satisfied more with self-interface than with seeking true interfacing.

No, she had no fear that Scream would truly take advantage of the clone he was ‘mentoring’. In fact, she had a sneaky suspicion that once Jag accepted the attentions of another clone, he’d be taking advantage of Scream’s eagerness to cause overloads with his glossa. Jag was an intelligent one, even if he was a bit uptight.

Scream grinned; he did like to go slow with the lesbian friends of his. Watch them almost levitate off the bed because of his glossa. It seemed to satisfy them. And he was satisfied when others watched him self-interface to overload. True, he did now trust Sharon and TC enough to periodically truly interface with them. But he still self-interfaced a hell of a lot more often! He hoped that he could teach Jag to let him eat him out while he self-interfaced. Now THAT would be even more satisfying! He could do that every morning instead of just plain old self-interfacing. Circling the rim of Jag’s exposed port; he sucked it lightly, his meta flowing with pleasurable warmth as he heard the clone’s gasp of pleasure.

“Relax Jag, allow yourself to enjoy it,” Sharon softly advised him, as she rubbed the helm in her lap. She was really starting to get turned on now. And the hot exhalations against her bare inner thigh were beginning to make her pussy drip with want. The thin fabric of her panties seemed like such a petty barrier. Her nightshirt rubbing against her now hard nipples just added to her desire. Perhaps she’d let Jag lick her pussy as his was licked. After all, he was programmed to try and give her pleasure when he received pleasure. This might help him break through his programs.

“MMMmmmm, watching you eating him… Hearing Jag enjoying it.. Is turning me on..” Sharon purred as she curled her fingers around one of Jag’s hands. She felt him relax slightly at her words. Knew his programs were telling him he was pleasing her if this turned her on.

“Why don’t you let him finger you then?” Scream offered, as he took a slight break with his glossa. His fingers now teasing the rim of Jag’s quivering port. He wasn’t as bothered as TC by the thought of sharing Sharon. True, he loved her. But just as he experienced pleasure from other human’s massages, he figured she could receive pleasure from another clone’s touch.

Jag heard her words; a wash of happiness came over him. He relaxed a bit. His processor beginning to accept that the pleasure from another clone’s touch was what turned her on. His face was so close to her panties. He wanted to see her port.. Touch her port.. Taste her port like Scream was tasting his.. At Scream’s words, he moved the hand she had laid her hand upon. Touching the silk of her panties, his optics now entranced by his own fingers’ movements as he moved the crotch of her panties to the side.

“Mmmmmmm,” he moaned as he felt the red clone rimming his aft port with a fingertip. He copied the actions on that beautiful organic port that was right in front of his face plate. It was good that his master had her legs crossed Indian-style underneath him - made her completely exposed to his touch.

“He’s copying you… Mmmmm.. And he’s pretty good.. Gentle..” Sharon said as she ran her hands along his door wing.

Scream chuckled, his optics gleamed in glee. So he could now control two being’s moans with his fingers and glossa? Oh, this was too sweet! Slowing, he slid a digit inside Jag’s tight port. “Mmmmm, he’s so tight.. So slick..” he purred as he nipped the clone on his aft armor.

Jag gasped, bucking his hips slightly at the invasion of that beautiful finger. His entire chassis shuddered in response. But then the finger didn’t move. He copied the action on that wonderful organic port. Shivering as the soft, wet, warmth of it engulfed his light gray digit. His cable throbbed to be extended. To go inside this as it was designed to do.

“Hey Jag, flick her nub with your glossa like this,” Scream advised. Bending down below his inserted finger, he flicked his glossa across Jag’s opened forward port.

“Ahhhhhh… Sc – Scream..” Jag moaned, even as he sought to copy the red clone’s actions.

Sharon trembled underneath his inexperienced glossa, encouraging him. She moved her hand, using her own fingers to move her flesh slightly. “Here, Jag. Take this gently in your lips and flick it, while you slowly move your finger in and out,” she instructed. She smiled down at him, her brown eyes full of warmth. She was older, she knew what she liked, and she knew how to teach clones.

Emboldened, Jag did as she instructed him to. Inwardly very pleased that his owner was very explicit in explaining what he had to do to please her. It made things less confusing, more straightforward. And for a clone like him that hated guesswork, she was perfect! He relaxed further into Scream’s attentions. His programming now modified, allowing him to enjoy another clone’s touch.

“He’s relaxed now,” Scream murmured from behind Jag. He had felt his port loosen, and now the clone was moving with his finger thrusts. Gently, he inserted two fingers into the virgin port, grinning in pleasure as the clone gasped and spread his legs a little. “Brother, you really need to learn to chill out faster, you know that?” he chuckled as he sat back up and bit him lightly on his aft armor again.

He noticed Sharon’s nod inbetween her moans, knew it was time to push the new clone over the edge. A mischievous gleam sparked in his red optics, for he did LOVE to watch other’s climax under his touch. With his other hand, he slid a finger into Jag’s front port. He pumped his fingers in-and-out as he playfully nipped Jag’s back armor.

Jag forgot what he was doing as Scream slid those other fingers inside him. His vision seemed to white out as his networks were overwhelmed by the intensity of the stimulation caused by those wonderful fingers sliding in-and-out of his ports. Pulling his fingers out of Sharon, he gripped her thigh tightly as his whole chassis seemed to want to levitate off the floor. “Scream… stop.. no.. faster.. faster..” he gasped as he felt his systems fly out of control. He spiraled at the edge of the blackness of overload for a second, before he gave a final yell of Scream’s name and collapsed.

Scream slid his fingers out of the clone as he collapsed in a heap on the rug. A smug look of self-satisfaction was pasted on his face. Oh how he loved making others lose control like that. Especially when they were as self-controlled as Jag.. “You know, he is kind’ve uptight, isn’t he?” he snickered to Sharon with one of his optic ridges raised up for exaggeration.

Sharon chuckled as she rolled the deactivated clone onto his side, putting one of the couch’s pillows under his helm to make him more comfortable. “Yes, Scream he is. But you need a partner like him. You don’t like surprises, you like predictability and trustworthiness now..” she agreed.

The red Seeker grinned as he lay down next to the deactivated clone and stretched. “Yep, don’t ever have to worry with a cop next to me now,” he chuckled as he patted the door wing next to him.

Sharon moved, and lay on top of Scream, looking down at him with a wry grin on her face. “Just don’t push him too fast Scream, ok?” she said softly.

Scream grinned up at her and shrugged. “As long as he learns to let me overload him with my glossa, I’ll be happy. You know that,” he quipped with a wink. She’d caught him many times as he blissfully self-interfaced in the early morning hours.

“Scream, you are a mess… A beautiful mess.. But, now you have to satisfy me you know,” she purred as she took his lips and playfully danced with his glossa.

With a growl he flipped them over, sliding down her and pulling her panties off. He knew she’d be happy doing it the way he liked to, so he extended his cable and began to jack off even as he licked her into a moaning, writhing mess of flesh.

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Jag slowly reactivated to the sounds of moaning and grunts. Activating his optics, he shook his head to clear his meta from the overload-induced fog. Although it had been incredibly enjoyable to lose control of all his systems like that, it was also a bit disconcerting to the security clone. He’d been knocked out. Unable to keep alert for possible danger! His logic circuits growled at him for his perceived failure.

He felt a hand gripping one of his door wings. The moans and grunts behind him rising in volume. Curious, he turned over, his optics widening in disbelief at what he saw. Sharon was laying next to him on the thick rug, her head thrown back and her eyes closed as she moaned in ecstasy. Her entire body trembling as Scream’s glossa flicked over her womanhood.

That clone, was self-interfacing with his cable even as he pleasured her. Jag watched in shock as with a final grunt, the red clone collapsed in overload. Sharon trembled one last time, and then letting out a low chuckle of satisfaction. “Mmmm, so talented with his glossa,” she murmured to herself as she stretched her limbs like a cat.

“He is?” Jag queried, his optic ridges still scrunched together as he tried to find some logic in why the clone had self-interfaced instead of interfacing with Sharon as he was designed to do.

Sharon opened her eyes, realizing that the new clone must’ve rebooted, turned over, and watched them climax. But she was sure it would be far from the last time he’d witness it. Reaching over, she pulled his helm to her, forcing him to take her lips with his. She played with the surprised clone’s glossa, enjoying the fact of his shock. “Mmmmm, Jag, for a virgin, you’ve got a pretty talented glossa as well,” she whispered as she released his lips.

“Thank you ma-am. I’ve got the latest in programs and-”

She silenced him with a finger across his lips. “I don’t care about original programming. I like to see how you modify it as you learn.. As you live.. As you love..” she said with a warm smile.

He narrowed his blue optics, not fully understanding what she meant by her words. “We are not alive, we do not love. We merely return the reactions that are expected by our masters.”

“Oh Jag, you have so much to learn. So much.. First of all, I’m NOT your ‘master’. I’m part of your family. We love each other. Even when we’re ticked at each other, we still love. And I think you’re alive. I’m actually studying that right now. You may not think it – but I do. You’re a different kind of ‘alive’ than either humans or mechs – but you are. And yes, you CAN love. Just as we can,” she explained.

Jag mulled over her illogical words. But he wasn’t supposed to argue with his master. Even if she said she wasn’t his master – she still was. So he ground his dental plates together, deciding it would be better for him to not comment, than to risk irritating her by pointing out the lack of logic. But he had to know something. Just had to.. “Why did Scream not interface with you? Do you have an aversion to interface with clones?” he asked.

Sharon sighed sadly as she traced his face plate. “No, I have no aversion. He does. His programming was shattered because his first owner was a brutal owner. All he knew was torture and pain during interface with others. So now he prefers this way of pleasing me – and pleasuring himself.”

“Why do you not delete those memory files and reload the original programs?” Jag asked. It made logical sense; it would repair the red clone.

“Because he’s alive Jag. And those experiences are part of him. They are integral to who he is today,” Sharon explained. She smiled and lightly kissed the handsome police clone again. “Part of the reason he chose you, is that he is insecure. He has memory echoes at night sometimes. And he needed a partner like you. A clone he could always count on. A clone that would make sure that he’ll never experience the horror again. And he will be just as protective of you. Make sure that you will never endure the things he has. He will love you Jag. And one day you’ll know how it FEELS to truly return that emotion.”

Scream began to reboot then, clicking his dental plates together in satisfaction.

Sharon gave Jag a wink and sat up, the conversation obviously over between them. Jag sat up next to her, his optics now seeing the red Seeker in a new light. He now knew he’d never have to worry about Scream wanting to interface with him, or Sharon forcing him to allow it. The most Scream would ever seek from him, was what they’d done this night. And Jag had to admit, he secretly looked forward to the next time the red Seeker approached him…

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Jag scanned the bed room they would share for now. It was of decent size, and the two mentor clones had brought the new bed up and set it up for him earlier, as Sharon had shown him and Jester around the property and laid down basic rules. So this was really the first time he’d seen his ‘pad’ as Scream called it. One of the beds had sheets on it with police cars printed all over it – the other with US Air Force sheets. Well, that made it rather obvious whose bed was whose – now didn’t it? He thought dryly. The curtains over the single window were a rather plain blue. Without really thinking about it, the police clone wandered over and checked that it was properly secured from break-in.

He glanced down at the nightstand that was in front of the window. He assumed it was Scream’s nightstand, since the Air Force bed was next to it. Perfectly arranged on its surface was a clock, a marker, a TV remote, several book marks and a lamp with what appeared to be a cheap blue keychain hooked to it. He figured the faded blue plastic crystal, pondering the logic of it. But the marker did answer one of the other curiosities. All the sayings, phrases and ‘Scream’ written here-and-there on the walls of the room. Yet another apparently illogical item for him to ponder…

Slightly underneath the nightstand and next to the bed, was a rather impressive stack of very thick hardcover books. They were perfectly stacked, not a single one the slightest bit off line. On their sides he read: Physics II, Algebra, Astronomy, Developmental Psychology, Environmental Pathogens, Military Science – Air, and Battleground Tactics – Ground. He cocked his cranial unit in curiosity. His data banks registered these books as College Textbooks. Why did Scream have them?!? Was the clone really a college student? Fascinated, Jag decided to mark that as a question to ask him.

There was a matching nightstand next to the bed he assumed was his. But with the exception of a matching lamp, it was bare. Which didn’t bother Jag in the least, for he was a clone, he didn’t ‘own’ anything.. He was an item who was owned - regardless of the illogical statements of his master…

Turning around, he glanced at the TV. It looked similar to the one downstairs. So flat, that it actually was hooked to the wall. His insurance data banks told him that it was the most valuable item in the room. The most likely item for a thief to target… Wandering over, he glanced at its serial number. Logging that into his memory banks just in case it ever went missing.

He looked at the door in curiosity. It had ‘Scream’s & Jag’s room’ in bold letters on the door. His name was in a different color, and different handwriting, obviously added on there today. Glancing down the hallway, he noticed that no other doors were written on. Jag rubbed his helm as he considered the multitudity of illogic he was finding. He would have to have a long talk with Scream. If he didn’t, it would drive him to glitches. Going back inside their room, he briefly considered grabbing the textbook ‘Battleground Tactics – Ground’. But it wasn’t his. So he had no right to it. With a sigh, he lay down on his bed and turned on his lamp. Not moving a bearing, he patiently waited for Scream to get done with whatever he was doing and come up.

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“Hey, how do you like it?” Scream asked with a grin, as he trotted in. He held a box in his hands, wrapped in paper with ‘happy birthday’ printed all over it.

Jag sat up, nodding his acknowledgement of his entrance. But his blue optics eyed the package with suspicion. His police programming identified it as a ‘gift’. And things called ‘Christmas gifts’ were prone to being stolen from unlocked cars. Did he need to log in its serial number?

“Oh, you like it? I wrapped it myself,” Scream said with pride in his tone. Granted, by human standards it looked like a kindergartener had wrapped it – but everything WAS covered. So it didn’t matter that there seemed to be more tape than paper. He and TC had stopped by the mall while Sharon had driven the two new clones and furniture home. Both of them buying gifts that Sharon had advised them the new clones should like. Well, based on what she’d observed of the mech’s they had been cloned from.

Jag accepted the gift as Scream thrust it in his face plate. “Do I need to record its serial number or something?” he asked as he flipped the wrapped box over in his hands. But there were no numbers! He looked up at Scream in confusion.

Scream chuckled and slapped him on his door wing. “It’s a present from me to you. You open it up and see what’s inside,” he explained.

“But why does it say ‘happy birthday’?” the perplexed police clone asked.

“Because you came off the line today – so today will always be your birthday!” Scream replied with a grin, and then proceeded to sing the happy birthday song to him.

Hoping against hope that if he opened the present it would cause the red clone to cease his off-key singing, Jag ripped into gift. Once he got the paper off, he opened the box. Inside were several soft cover books. Carefully, he reached in and pulled them out one-by-one, reading their titles as he did so. Every single book had something to deal with Swat team training, weapons, or Investigation. Unable to stop himself, he glanced at the stack of text books. “Thanks Scream,” he said with a smile.

“Oh cool, so you like them?” Scream happily exclaimed as he plopped himself down on his bed with a thud. “I hoped you liked to read. I like to read too!” He said as he patted his stack of books.

Jag set his books on his nightstand. Trying to arrange them as neatly as Scream’s were, but failing at the effort. “I noticed that. Are you enrolled in college?” he asked the clone. His programs told him that clones weren’t accepted as students like that – since they weren’t humans. So he was dying to know the answer!

“Oh these? Nope, I tutor my friends. You see, they’re ALL college students with different majors. So they give me their textbooks for the coming semester, I read them, learn the stuff, and then teach them when they have a hard time with something,” he stated, proudly jutting his chin out.

“So you learn any subject they want you to?” Jag asked, highly intrigued by this. If this partner of his was doing this - It showed an even higher level of intellect than he’d expected to see in another clone! No wonder Scream was as sharp witted as Jester. Silently, Jag was thankful that the red Seeker had chosen him as a partner, instead of the blue Seeker. If Jester and Scream had put their intellects together – he shuddered to think of the things they might’ve done to him! And at least Scream didn’t seem prone to the nonsense pranks that Jester was – well, except when he was getting even WITH another clone!

“Yep you got it! You want to try it?!? It’d be cool if you did the same thing! My friends pay pretty well for the tutoring if you’re good at it,” he quipped. Noting his partner’s slight nod, he looked down at his stack. “Well, which subjects do you want to study? You’ve only got two weeks to learn it you know.”

Jag got up and walked over; glancing up at Scream to make sure he had permission to grab a book or two. With a grin, he grabbed the two he’d been optic-locking for the last fifteen minutes. He went back to his bed with a satisfied grin, since now he had a ‘mission’ to do.

Scream looked at the two missing texts. “Hmmm, Military Science – Air and Battleground Tactics – Ground? You’ll be tutoring Tim and Sammy then. They’re the ones getting the military science degrees,” he told him.

Jag grinned at him as he propped himself up on some pillows. Bending his legs, he propped one of the books on them and proceeded to open it to the first page. Military Science degree hmmmm? Yes, he wouldn’t mind learning every course in that particular degree program…

Scream sighed happily as he turned on his light, grabbed the Environmental text, and copied Jag’s actions. Yes, he had picked out the perfect partner. Just perfect…

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