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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Casually, the Seeker tossed the smaller mech over her wing and stood up. She seemed to ignore his grunt of pain, appearing to consider him as nothing more than a sack of rocks. “Well, Gentlemen, it has been rewarding to have visited with you again,” she said in a rather cocky tone to the other card players. Since she’d won more than her share of chips, this was a very true statement.

Onslaught nodded to her, knowing from her stance that she was soon leaving the con base to start her newest ‘hunt’. Slightly disappointed that there would be no bonding play during this visit, he kept his optics cold. “I will see you next trip I’m sure,” he replied.

“I’m sure,” she repeated as she winked. Then she strolled away with her ‘bait’ hanging limply down her back.

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Strolling to the mech metropolis, she scanned around her with all sensors to make sure she wasn’t being followed. Then she teleported them directly to the shipyard and it’s office. She strolled in and casually rolled Mirage off her shoulder and onto the chair. Without even a glance at the blue and white mech, she turned to the shipmaster. “Is my vessel ready?” she asked.

He nodded, “twenty-thousand,” he said as he glanced at the wreck of a mech slumped in the chair. The blue and white mech was barely functioning by all appearances and had energon slowly dripping down the insides of his legs. Obviously some type of slave who’d been gang raped recently, he thought.

She pulled a heavy bag out of her cockpit and tossed it to him. “You may count it as you wish,” she said casually.

Knowing her reputation as a bounty hunter that always did as she said she would, the shipmaster shook his head and simply stuffed the bag into his cab. He didn’t need to count it, for he knew that this was one of the few free-lancers that one could somewhat trust when you made a monetary deal with them. “It’s on launch pad six-ten, enjoy,” he informed her.

Bending over, she casually slung the weakly groaning mech back over her shoulder and teleported directly to the launch pad indicated. A beautiful, sleek, pirate cruiser sat there waiting on its new owner. She scanned it with her optics. Yes, it would be a beautiful ship to base her initial operations from. It was faster than the bigger cruisers, had cloak and warp. And though it lacked in sheer armament, the Seekers who would eventually call it home, would more than make up for that. With the first true smile she’d had in several orbit cycles, Hunter strolled up the ramp with her new ‘mate’ over her shoulder.

She went to the med bay and laid the mech down with a gentleness he hadn’t expected. Carefully, she began to strip him of every last piece of his protective armor, uncovering the extensive internal damage that the fun on the rec deck had caused. As she touched his naked circuits along his hips, Mirage groaned slightly in pain. She debated slapping him for his pathetic show of weakness, but then stopped herself. No, now was not the time to discipline him. Now was the time to metawash him, to make him fall in ‘love’ with her completely. Even with his oath, she knew he might question her – but if he was in ‘love’ with her, he’d do what she said without question. Yes, she’d show ‘compassion’ to the pathetic Autobot.

“Sshhh,” she said softly as she reached up and rubbed his cheek gently. Leaning over the slightly shivering mech, she gently pulled him in her arms and comforted him like a sparkling. “You’re mine now,” she whispered as a true lover would.

Mirage couldn’t help but shiver in both fear and pain as Hunter touched his raw naked circuits. He had known she’d probably strip off all his armor to evaluate his true internal damage, but terror rose up in him. He now didn’t even have the false sense of security that his armor had given him throughout his captivity. He was naked to her. But as tears began to well up in his optics he felt the strangest sensation. Shock coursed through him as he realized that she was lightly rubbing his cheek.

The softness of her swirling amber optics and the unnatural gentleness in her voice, caused a lightness to flow in a wave over him. She was being nice to him! In disbelief, he found himself pressed against her cockpit as she surrounded him with her arms. With her comforting murmurs filling his audios and her arms seeming to block out the terror and shame that had been his life, he found himself relaxing. Perhaps she really had come to like him as she had visited him? Perhaps she had had to wait until she had the funds to purchase him? And all that ice cold arrogant behavior was merely an act so that she could work with the cons without fear? Perhaps she was really – nice?

“Th.. Thank you,” Mirage stammered weakly. He sagged limply in her arms, his blue optics brightening as he scanned hers with a hopeful expression.

Taking his lips gently, Hunter gave him a soft kiss. “I have to be hard you understand? I have to be cold, to survive..” she said softly. Her optics seemed to scan his face, seeming to hope that he forgave her for what she had to do, how she had to be.

“I understand,” he replied as a slow smile spread on his face. He’d been right, she was nice under her harsh exterior; she just couldn’t show this side to others. She must like him, maybe even realize that she could trust him.. “I’m glad I’m yours. I waited and waited, I was afraid –“

She cut him off in mid-sentence with another tender kiss. Pulling away slightly she locked her soft amber orbs with his, “You don’t need to be afraid anymore, I will always protect you as long as you obey..” she softly promised. Her optics now the soft color of honey, warmth and honesty radiated from them.

Sliding her arms under him, she picked him up easily. Cradling him she went over to the energon bath and slowly lowered him in, carefully looping the straps around him to secure him in place during the long treatment. He lay perfectly horizontal, his damaged chassis not touching any hard surface as his buoyancy caused him to somewhat ‘float’ just below the surface of the fluid. The only part of him above the energon’s level surface was his face.

“You’ll have to stay here for a while, I’ll be back to check on you,” Hunter promised as she traced his jaw.

He looked up at her, his blue optics now fully illuminated with happiness. “Wh… Why’d you come back for me?” he asked. He wanted to hear that she liked him, that maybe they would eventually be like real bond mates.

Leaning over, she kissed his energon coated lips lightly, her optics boring into his. Standing up, she smiled warmly. “Because there’s just something about you that I couldn’t get out of my meta,” she answered. Without another word, she turned and left the med bay.

Mirage felt the first true warmth in many orbit cycles radiate through his core. She did like him! She really, really did! Snuggling into the warmth of the energon bath, he fully relaxed for the first time in a long, long while. He was safe now. He had a mate that knew his shame. She liked him despite that.

Yes, he could never go back to the Autobots now, but he had someone that he could someday love. Someone he could fly the Galaxy with. He fell deeper into the warmth of the energon bath, his meta going into an almost trancelike state. His thoughts no longer on pain, no longer on his homesickness – but now on the promise of having love fill his needs.

Hunter strolled out of the med bay and heading toward the bridge. Yes, she could tell that the seeds had been planted very easily within the pathetic Autobot. When he was ready to come out of the energon bath, she expected him to eagerly try and get her to ‘fall in love’. He was so desperate for security, for belonging, that he’d so easily believe that her previous actions towards him were nothing more than an act to fool the Decepticons. And once he realized his mistake, it’d be far too late to ever turn back….

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In the dreamlike state, Mirage faintly noticed the familiar vibrations of a ship’s engines warming up. He couldn’t feel the sensation of the weight pressing down on him as the ship accelerated to break gravity’s grip, for his buoyancy in the energon bath protected his damaged chassis from that punishment. But the tell-tale whine of a ship building power for warp filled his audios. The sound was so sweet, for he felt like he was leaving his shame behind, to begin anew.

It seemed like many day cycles that he lay in the healing warmth of the bath. Over and over again he replayed what was said and what actions were made as the Hunter had brought him on the ship. His logic circuits went over any minute detail, looking for hidden meanings. And before too long he had convinced himself that she was the one he dreamed of all his life. She was perfect in every way. She saw his shame and loved him even though he was nothing but a pathetic, broken, slave-whore. And the successful bounty hunter had decided to give him freedom. Perhaps he could use his former skills to assist her in her missions? Perhaps he could prove he had some measure of worth? Perhaps - ….

The med bay door slid open with a slight hiss, interrupting his thoughts. He turned his head, his optics brightening as they focused on the silver-tipped Seeker whom entered. He watched silently as she sorted through his protective armor which lay in a pile. It was as if she was looking for something in particular. She seemed to have found it. Mirage’s optics widened slightly as he noticed she had the particular sections with his faded Autobot insignias on them. Setting them on one of the work tables, she slowly and carefully peeled the insignias off and buffed the armor to remove any trace.

Then she sorted through the rest of his armor, pulling out all the blue painted sections. With a little solvent, she soon had them stripped of the blue. Rinsing them, she repainted them with a metallic black. Setting each section carefully on a rack, she slid it in a small oven to bake the paint on. Clicking a few buttons, she set the oven on the right temperature sequence.

Turning, her optics locked with the watching mech’s. He relaxed as he noticed hers were swirling primarily amber, it meant that she was calm. He still didn’t understand why she’d removed his insignias and repainted him, but he was hers, so it wasn’t for him to question. Giving her his warmest smile, he hoped she’d come over and check his repair progress.

She walked over with a strange feline grace, her silver-tipped wings shining like well-polished chrome under the artificial lighting of the med bay. Clicking open the top of the clear plexiglass shell surrounding him, she leaned over and reached in with her arms. Mirage felt her strangely cool armor against his naked circuits as she gently lifted him out and carried him over to one of the exam tables.

“Let’s see how far you’ve come,” she said as she began to probe the linkages and bearings that the cons had so severely damaged.

As her fingers slid into his hip joints, Mirage tensed since he was still slightly sore. But the sharp pain was now gone. “Feels better,” he told her softly.

Her optics turned briefly and locked with his; her expression unreadable as she turned back to her examination. She opened his chest, caressing his very pulsating spark with her hand. Her meta seemed to be in deep thought as she touched the glowing blueness that was his very soul. Mirage trembled slightly, he’d never had any mech reach into him and touch him like this. It was both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

Feeling him tremble, she seemed to come out of her thoughts. Leaving her hand there, she turned her head and met his optics. “You are afraid?” she asked.

It was silly, she was his bond mate wasn’t she? She said she’d protect him right? But yes, he did feel fear as her fingers touched his very spark. Tears welled up in his optics for he was tired of feeling fear all the time. He didn’t want her to be mad that he was afraid, but he just couldn’t help it. After all that had happened to him… he was just… broken.. Timidly, he nodded.

Her optics swirled with a touch more red, but still more amber. Pulling her hand out of his chest, she moved her fingers down his torso. Her light touch causing ripples of sensory signal to flutter through his systems. At the same time she sat down on the exam table next to one of his knees. “Put your leg across me,” she told him.

Doing that would expose his most sensitive circuits. Those that had suffered the most damage during the cons ‘game’. And though a lot of repair had occurred during his time in the energon bath, he was still very sore down there. But he didn’t want to make her mad. He wanted her to keep liking him. So even though he really didn’t want to, he shifted and laid one of his legs across her lap. “P..please.. I’m still not fully repaired,” he softly pleaded.

She smiled as she slid her fingers into him. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t need release just yet,” she said. A shiver ran through the naked mech as she slid her fingers lightly along sensitive wires. “I just like watching you,” she whispered with a strange gleam in her optics. With her other hand, she caressed his bared circuits along his leg in her lap.

“You like watching me?” he asked as he gasped. A mixture of pleasure and pain ran through him as she caressed circuits that were not quite ready for any stimulation.

“Mmmm, half the pleasure is watching those you are with is it not?” her voice was seductively low. Her fingers within him became more insistent, more firm on his circuits, more pain than pleasure now.

He couldn’t help but cry out slightly as the pain stimuli outdid the pleasure stimuli. But then suddenly all of it was gone as the Seeker pulled her fingers out of him. And then she was on top of him, carefully balancing most of her weight on her arms and knees. Her optics swirled more crimson than amber. Mirage felt fear flow through him. She always had the brilliant red fire in her optics when she had raped him in the past. It meant she wasn’t calm inside. He whimpered under her; Praying that he hadn’t made her mad enough to rape him.

“You cannot show fear so easily, Mirage. The life of a bounty hunter is full of pain,” she whispered to him. Her optics scanned his face as her tone became almost a growl.

Biting his lip, he silenced his whimper, forcing himself to meet those fiery orbs. “I’m sorry… it’s just… hard.. after.. everything..” he stammered. Once he hadn’t been afraid all the time. Once he had been strong, had been defiant! But orbit cycles of torture and public humiliation had broken his very soul. He was weak, he was afraid..

She slapped him. Not terribly hard, but enough to sting. “The past is the past. I did not take you as mate for your tears,” she growled. Her optics were now pure crimson fire. Swiftly she stood up in a single graceful motion. Roughly picking him up, she carried him back to the energon bath and dropped him in. As she closed the clear plexiglass lid she met his optics one more time. “Decide if you are strong enough to be my mate, or remain a slave-whore,” she growled. Spinning on her thrusters, she stormed out of the med bay.

Mirage sobbed after the door slid closed. He was weak, he was pathetic.. He couldn’t even handle a small amount of pain anymore.. His only hope for some kind of freedom and new life was now angry at him for being what he was.. How could he change? He was broken…..

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