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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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We passed the time waiting by talking about the battle that occurred prior to our arrival. Wheeljack did most of the talking whereas I asked questions to get a bit more information. So much time passed that Wheeljack stood up to stretch and said he needed to get a ration as well as walk around a bit so I offered to watch over Shark assuring him I would notify him should there be anything of concern. Once he was clear of med bay, I stood up to approach the table where Shark was and put my hand on his chest. I could sense the field around his spark shift subtly, reaching toward my hand. I shuttered my optics a moment, sensing my own spark and finding it was indeed harmonically in tune.
"Barracuda?" came the soft query that had me online my optics and stare down at Shark. His green visor was lit and flickered a bit as he met my gaze.
"Jaws?" I inquired back, withdrawing my hand slowly.
Shark moved his hand to gently grasp at my wrist then slipped it down into mine, "You aren't a dream… are you?" he murmured in askance.
I squeezed his hand gently, "Nope, I'm here. We came back some hours ago."
He smiled slightly, then released my hand slowly, "Welcome back. You were all missed."
"I missed all of you too, as did the children. I'm sure those four will talk your audio off later once the medics clear you." I told him.
He chuckled a bit and passed his free hand over his chest, "I know how cannon fire feels like now. I wasn't prepared for it. Should have been watching my six better… and my twelve... at the same time."
Wheeljack had already told me how Shark had been utterly decimated, he had been fired upon by both Galvatron and Electra simultaneously. He was very lucky to even have survived. The engineer certainly was at a loss as to how Shark had the tenacity to stay alive after such a trauma.
"You have my empathy Shark, having been on the receiving end of one myself." I told him.
Wheeljack walked in just after I said that and remarked, "Good cycle Shark, I’m glad to see you awake. How's everything feeling?"
Shark looked over to the engineer and gave him a sharp toothed grin, "Oh just peachy keen. Feel like a brand new mech right off the assembly line. You guys must have worked your chrome off your tailpipes to get me back together again."
Wheeljack patted his shoulder, "That and then some. You need to remain on the machines until Ratchet gets in here to clear you. That should be pretty soon as he never recharges for long, despite the fact he sure could use a long one."
I smirked, "Ever try just tying him to the berth?"
Shark laughed as Wheeljack stared at me in silence for a good ten seconds, then he murmured, "Well no…"
"Wheeljack, pardon my directness here, but you need to do exactly that and maybe have some alone time with him while you are at it. Who knows, maybe he'll like you being in charge." I stated.
For a moment there it looked like the engineers 'ears' turned slightly red as he muttered, "I'll think about it."
Shark's laugh had died down to a snicker as the other mech looked over the readings that had fed out while he was gone.
I was tempted to tweak the mech's helm fin, but decided against it. Instead I told Shark, "Once the doc clears you for activity I'll radio up Tracer and we can all head back home. I think our ride from Cybertron is still here so we could ask him for a ride back to base."
Wheeljack spoke up, "Oh yeah, he's still here. He’s been working deals to bring a load back to Cybertron since you disembarked."
"Shuttle mech. Must be Lift Off. He's the only one I remember." Shark commented.
"That's him." I assured him.
Ratchet walked in and said, "Good to see that winning smile of yours again Shark."
"All the better to bite you with doc." Shark joked.
"Get in line." the medic shot back. Shark snickered and I had to resist another urge to tweak that head fin again. Ratchet and Wheeljack talked over the readings for awhile, and then Ratchet turned and unhooked the machines then the energon drip from Shark. "I'm going to clear you for a shuttle ride back to your base but I need you to stay off duty for several solar cycles so your systems can work out any possible issues they may have after the near total rebuild we had to do on you. Gynae will be happy to attend to anything that might arise and you should speak with her if there are any questions."
Shark slowly sat up and gave a thumbs up, "Sounds good to me doc, thanks for all your hard work… and I really mean it."
Ratchet smiled, "Oh I know you do. Now off with you. I'm sure your base will be happy to see you back on your feet as well as Barracuda and Charise back from Cybertron."
Shark carefully got off the table, putting his full weight on his feet. He waited a moment then slowly took a few steps, obviously wanting to be sure he had his balance and equilibrium back, not to mention body control. I walked beside him as he eventually strode out of the med bay. I radioed up Tracer to meet us at the shuttle pad. Shark received many a greeting from the staffers as we walked together, those that missed me on my first walk through offered me one as well.
At the launch pad we found the shuttle mech Lift Off signing some paperwork. He smiled as he spotted me arriving with Shark. Depth and Shadow came in a minute later. Tracer, Smokescreen, and Charise arrived a couple minutes afterward. By then the paperwork was done and Lift Off transformed so the dock mechs on duty could load him up with stuff for Cybertron.
"I understand I'm making a side trip before heading back home." the shuttle noted.
"That's right." I replied, "We are going back to our home base. Just bring up Puget Sound in Washington State in your maps."
There was a pause and then he said, "Loaded and course set, get on board and buckle up. We'll be departing shortly."
We did as we were told, getting aboard and settling into our seats before buckling up. The loading was finished rather quickly and we were off for home. Charise sat next to Shark and began to tell him about her time on Cybertron. No doubt she had said the same thing or near to it many times before when speaking to other adults as well as her parents. He smiled and listened, as did the rest of us. It certainly made the trip to base go quicker. We soon disembarked and said our farewells to Lift Off.
Kup was first to greet us. He was smiling and obviously very happy to not only see Charise and I back, but to see Shark alive and well too. We were escorted to the rec room where, naturally, there was a party. The surprise of Shark being all right only added to the mood of the staffers. It was obvious to me that a good number of them thought he was going to die.
There were hugs given as well as pats on the back. A toast was offered up in congratulations for not only Charises' graduation, but our safe return, as well as to Shark for having defied death. Shark nudged Charise to get her to tell the entire group about her adventures on Cybertron. The young femme was happy to oblige and we all sat down to listen to her tell of the lessons she learned, about the mechs and femmes she got to meet, and of course the other children she got to play with before coming home.
Depth commented, "Gotta watch out for that one, she's got natural orator covered."
Not missing a beat, Charise smiled and said, "Thank you."
Bebop started up the music and some dancing resulted. Mostly just the couples danced as the single and those not in the mood to dance watched on. Charise somehow got Shark tugged out onto the improvised dance floor and just moved with the music. The mech smirked and gave in, having fun with his smaller dance partner. Tracer giggled as a new face among the staffers took pictures – a mech whose alt mode was obviously a camera.
There were other new additions to the staff that I noticed here as well. The fact that the Seacons were here was quite a surprise and I would have to ask Tracer about the details of how exactly that came about. There were also a few more children that I would have to get to know. The new Micromaster femme turned out to be a former human who had suffered a similar injury to my own. She was with another Micromaster, a mech, who was also a new face. I made my introduction rounds so I could at least know the new faces. I politely said hello to the Seacons, who were hanging around the Hydrobots. According to Tracer they had coupled up as individuals as well as gestalts.
Once that was done, I returned to my seat to observe the dancing and intake some much needed high grade.
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