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**Mentors part 6**

**Written by StSE, Universe G1**

TC stared despondently out the window. The rain was pouring down so heavily that he couldn’t even see the end of the driveway. With a sad sigh, he went back to preparing breakfast.

“Hey bud, it’ll be ok,” Jester consoled with a pat on his drooping wing.

Tears filled TC’s optics. The public gardens would’ve been so pretty in the snow. So perfect for their little ceremony! But the temperature had gone up overnight and a big front had come in. Now all the pretty snow was slush.. And tonight it would get even worse. The stupid weatherman was even calling for a chance of an ice storm. “Fucking weatherman!” he muttered under his breath.

Jester shook his head as he concentrated really hard on doing the coffee right this time. He didn’t understand why his partner took everything so personally. It wasn’t like the weatherman had sent a freagin’ cloud to follow the blue Seeker clone around. He sighed, as he slowly filled the coffee mug. Accidentally overfilling it again.. Glancing around to make sure no one saw him, he bent down and sipped some out of it.

“Good morning boys!” Sharon said in her normal cheerful tone. She noticed that the Sideswipe clone jerked up as if shot. But then he smiled at her, while he tried to balance the full coffee mug, as he brought it to her. He managed reasonably well; just a small trail of spilt coffee graced the tiled floor this morning.

She looked down at the cup as he handed it to her, and then up at the smiling – yet strangely silent – clone. Taking a sip, she chuckled. “Did you enjoy my coffee this morning Jester?”

He shook his head, smiled and shrugged. Acting like he had no clue as to what she was talking about.

Sharon reached forward, rubbing off the coffee mustache he’d been wearing. “If you’re going to taste someone’s drink, try not to wear the evidence,” she advised him with a knowing wink. “And did you like it?”

His optics widened in horror as he realized that he was busted. Running over to the sink, he spit out the coffee he’d been holding in his mouth. He ran the water, sucking it in and trying to wash the bitter taste off his glossa. It wasn’t coming off very well that way, so he resorted to sticking his glossa out and letting the water run over it.

“Guess that means no,” Scream snickered as he walked in. He glanced outside, snorting in disgust at the weather. His optics shifted to the blue Seeker’s back. He could tell by the drooped wings that something was bothering him. Probably depressed that the ceremony he’d planned tomorrow wouldn’t be perfect. Sheeze! What an over-emotional goober! But it also meant that Scream was stuck getting the paper.

“I’ll get the paper Scream, I need to do my exterior check anyways.” The Prowl clone walked by - headed for the door to the garage so that he could finish his morning routine. He was stopped by a hand on his door wing.

“Nope, I’ll do it. Too slushy for a ground clone to safely manage,” Scream said. He pushed by his partner and was gone before Jag could even think to argue.

Jag sighed in disgust. Going over to the window, he crossed his arms as he watched the Seeker go about the security routine. It was his job, and he just didn’t trust anyone else to do it right! He promised himself that he’d sneak outside later on and make sure that everything was secure. Not that he didn’t trust Scream with his life.. But…

“Oh Jag, chill out,” Jester quipped as he slapped him on his back armor.

The police clone fixed a steady gaze at the jokester. “This spoken by a clone who won’t even admit he drank someone else’s drink? Hmmm, fascinating,” he muttered as he arched one of his optic ridges.

“All of you just quit it!” Sharon ordered. She smiled to the downcast blue Seeker as he handed her the plate of eggs. Standing up, she nodded for them to follow her into the den. The grumblings followed her as steadily as the tap-tap on metal feet treading on hardwood. She sat down and set her breakfast in her lap. Under the Christmas tree were many boxes now.

“Oh WOW!!! PRESENTS!!!” Jester exclaimed as he quickly spotted them. He ran over, grabbed one and began to open it. But it was suddenly gone. “What the?!?” he growled as he looked up.

“You gotta look at the name on it dumbass,” TC snickered. He tossed the half-opened present to Jag. This instantly started a game of ‘keep away’ from the red ground clone. All thoughts of the weather were now out of TC’s meta.

“And here I miss all the fun!” Scream muttered as he walked in the room. He’d grabbed a bath towel from the laundry room on his way in with the paper, and was wiping the water off his armor as he walked.

Jag tossed the package right over Jester’s head again. TC deftly caught it and tossed it to Scream. The Seeker glanced at it, and then kicked Jester as he leapt for it. “Hey dipshit, it’s got my name on it,” he growled. “You were going to open MY present?!?” His optics brightened as he tossed his present to Jag, dropped the bagged newspaper on the floor, and whipped his damp towel off his wing – all done in a blur of fluidity.

“OUCH!!” Jester yelled as Scream flicked his armor with the end of the towel. He backed up, trying to find a way out of this one. But that just gave Scream more room to flick the towel. And all that time spent in the football team’s locker room had made his aim very, very accurate. “OUCH!! OUCH!! OUCH!!” the ground clone glanced pleadingly at his partner. The red Seeker was flicking that towel so fast – it was a freagin’ blur! But damned did it STING when it tagged you!

TC and Jag just crossed their arms and smirked as the Starscream clone chased him all around the den with the towel. As far as they were concerned Jester had dug his own hole this time. Now in a good mood, TC turned and sorted the boxes into piles for each individual, while Jag calmly tried to repair the ripped paper on Scream’s present.

Sharon sighed as she ate her breakfast. She did love them, but sometimes it was like having a house full of teenagers. She waved Jester away from her when he tried to huddle next to her for protection. Scream chuckling every time he got a lick on him with the towel. Ah, Jester, he was always going to get himself into these messes!

Finally, the present sorting and Jester ‘punishment’ was done. Jag went to get a fresh towel from the kitchen as Scream sat down on the rug Indian style. The red Seeker cocked his head as he studied the blue Seeker with the red ground clone somewhat hiding behind him. “What’s that you always force the dirt eaters to say?” he asked TC.

“Uncle.” TC’s grin got bigger as he knew what Scream was going to do.

“Say ‘Uncle’ Jester – or I’ll get you again after we’re done with the presents,” Scream threatened, but the huge slag-eating smile on his face told everyone that he wasn’t really mad. He was just getting a thrill out of picking on Jester.

Jester’s hide stung! He hadn’t realized that a simple bath towel could make such an effective weapon. He looked over TC’s wing at the grinning red Seeker, knowing full well that Scream would have a blast going after him again. “Ok, ‘uncle’,” he said. But he was already thinking up ideas for getting even. He slid in next to TC and stared in wonder at his stack of boxes.

Jag walked back in. “Scream won, hmmm?” he noted with a straight face. He sat down behind his partner and began to dry off his wings.

Jester narrowed his blue optics at the police clone, just sure that he was secretly gloating…

Pleasure sensations rocketed through Scream’s networks as his calm partner slowly wiped his wings off. Without even thinking much about it, his chassis began that familiar hum. The hands on his wings stopped dead. He glanced behind him, nodding for the embarrassed clone to continue. “No biggie, sometimes it’s just fun to enjoy the pleasure, not overload,” he whispered to him.

Jag gritted his dental plates. Heck, it was still awkward for him to do these things in private. And here Scream was basically ordering him to give him a massage in public! Yes, it was family – but still!

“Scream – you are such a whore dyke,” TC snickered.

Sharon couldn’t help but smile as she finished her meal and started sipping her coffee. It was funnier than hell to watch these clones interact like this. The two new ones just seemed to add to the amusement value. Reaching down, she grabbed her newspaper and pulled it out. She was going to see how long it took before the clones realized they were forgetting to open their presents.

Jester smirked as he elbowed TC. “So is he always the chic?”

“Yep, likes my cable – don’t ya Scream?” TC replied.

It didn’t bother Scream in the least that ‘he’ preferred to be a ‘she’ in that regard. “Yep, nice cable you got there TC.” But his optics gleamed in mirth. “So when do you want me to give you that lesson on proper pussy licking technique? Hmmm? Hell, Jag here is better than you already.”

It was TC’s turn to blush with embarrassment. He’d forgotten that Scream was a notorious ‘dyke’ and damned proud of it. But his partner wasn’t lacking for a come back. Jester smirked, crawled to the center of the room, flipped himself on his back and spread his legs. “I’m ready for that lesson. Hmmm, Scream – ya game?”

Ok, she hadn’t realized what would happen when a group of pleasure programmed clones started teasing each other about oral techniques. This was going a little too far. “Jester get up. Let’s open presents before you four go and start interfacing competitions!” She grabbed one of her gifts and began to open it in order to make her point.

Jester realized that he’d forgotten his presents?!?! Jumping up, he scampered back to his pile. The insults and challenges were replaced by Oooooo’s and Ahhhhhh’s. As the various individuals unwrapped their presents and showed off their new prizes.

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Jag was calmly collecting the wrapping paper and discarded boxes as TC walked up behind Scream and set a hand on one of his wings. “You know, it has been two months since we interfaced. I kind’ve miss it. It’s not the same with Jester,” he whispered.

Scream turned and studied his optics. “What do you mean it’s not the same? You like him a lot - right?”

“Ya, but there’s no power pull thing going on… It’s feels like the same overloads I have with Sharon, just in a port,” TC explained. He ran his fingers over Scream’s wings, enjoying the clone’s shiver. “Don’t you want me anymore?” he whispered.

“You know that you and Sharon are the only ones I do that with. Give me a break,” Scream replied. He leaned back against TC, enjoying the sensations his buddy was causing. His engines began to hum again. His meta relaxing.. Reaching out.. Feeling TC’s emotions of desire.. It increased his own.

He’d found out he could do this by mistake - This ‘harmonizing of meta signals and power frequencies’ with TC. It only happened when he was completely relaxed or concentrating hard on figuring out what the blue clone was up to. He had no clue WHY he could do it. But he could. So he harmonized with TC, feeling that strange sensation of fiery warmth flow over him as the blue clone’s fingers worked on his wing nets.

They both sank down on the couch, TC straddling him as he continued to give him a massage. The blue clone knew how much a massage really did turn the Seeker on. He could feel him vibrating underneath him. And that wonderful sensation that radiated up from Scream’s chassis, through his fingers and into his primary nets began again. Like it had the last few times they had interfaced. A strange pulsing filled him. His torso region beginning to throb even as his retracted cable did.

So engrossed were they by their activities, that they never noticed Sharon walking into the den. She glanced at the pair. Scream laid face down on the couch, TC straddling him and giving him a massage. It was beautiful to watch. She sat down on one of the chairs across the room, curling her feet underneath her as she sipped her tea and watched in silence. As that unusual red energy glow began to radiate from the two clones, and Scream’s moans of pleasure filled the room, she began to reminisce. Reminisce about an insane, sexually abused clone whom she never thought would willingly seek another’s touch again….

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Jag was outside in the rain, trying to stuff more bags of wrapping paper in cans that were already over full. Climbing on top of them, he used his weight to pack the refuse down. But then a strange sensation flooded his networks. In confusion, he tried to climb carefully down from his perch, but ended up falling. With a clatter, he hit the wet concrete. He tried to stand up, but his systems felt hot. His entire power grid was fluxing wildly!

Grinding his dental plates together, he began to crawl to the back door. Sharon was an expert in robotics. She could fix whatever was wrong with him! He had to get to her! He gasped as another wave of heat washed over his networks, briefly causing him to collapse. He shook his head, trying to clear his meta. Staggering to his feet, he made it to the door, turning the knob, just as another strange energy blast coursed over his power networks. He fell to his knees. But now he was in the garage.. He crawled towards the stairs, his chassis raked by those strange sensations which seemed to be getting stronger with each foot he crawled. His interface networks suddenly lit up. Shocking his unprepared meta with the desire programs. “Sh.. Sharon…” he gasped as he continued to crawl forward. He was glitching horribly; he had to get to her…

Jester was up in his new room. He chattered to himself as he organized his new books on tricks and magic on his new bookcase. He went back to the pile on his bed. Picking up the clown makeup kit, he caressed its clear plastic surface – almost lovingly. “My own room… My own stuff.. And soon my own job – and money to buy more fun stuff!” he chuckled to himself. He danced forward, the perfect spot on his dresser already picked out for his clown makeup. Reaching out with his hand he had just laid the valuable makeup in its spot when…

…. He fell to his knee plates as his entire power system fluxed hard. Falling forwards, he caught himself with his hands before his face plate could smack on the hardwood floor. “Akkkkkkk!” he muttered as a wave of heat seemed to roar through his sensory grids. But then it seemed to pass. “What the hell was that?!” he muttered as he staggered back to his feet. He hit his helm a few times, trying to knock his optics back straight. They seemed to be seeing everything slightly out of focus for some reason.

Just as his optic sensors reset, he fell to his knees again as his power core surged. This time it was much stronger than the first time. His entire sensory system went nuts. His interface systems activating for no apparent reason! He tingled from head-to-toe. “Am I glitching!?” he muttered as he shook his head. But another surge hit him again. Knocking him flat onto his belly armor! He had to be glitching! Shit! What should he do?!?

But then he remembered what Sharon did for a living. She researched and improved on robotics and programming. If anyone could ‘fix’ his glitch, surely she could! He didn’t want to be broken this soon. And he sure hoped that she wasn’t mad with him over it. He began to stumble towards the door. Keeping his hand on a wall for support as he walked down the hall.. He had heard her heading back downstairs. She was probably curled up on the couch with her tea and her newspaper. He had to get to her… His knees gave out as another strangely pleasurable energy wave fluxed through his nets. Crawling forward, tears streamed from his optics.. “Sharon… I’ve got to get to Sharon..” he whispered to himself. Willing himself to keep going…

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“Mmmmm, yes, right … THERE!” Scream gasped as a shudder ripped through him. TC’s hands worked along the fuselage/wing seem which caused incredibly delectable sensations to roll through his nets.

TC grinned as he ground his codpiece against the red Seeker’s aft. He swore he could almost feel the wonderful sensation along his wing/fuselage seem as well. Perhaps it was just because he KNEW how good it felt? Yes, that was all. He felt that strange, yet incredible, sensation of energy pulsing within his torso. It felt like he was being drawn to Scream. Like he could feel the same pulsing within his brother!

Sharon sipped her tea. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed the red energy glow seemed to be getting brighter each time these two clones interfaced. Now that she knew it only happened between these two particular clones, her curiosity was piqued yet more. As soon as school started back up, she was going to get that new grad student of hers to figure out how to study this phenomenon.

Scream opened his ports, his lubricant dripping out onto the couch. He lifted up his hips slightly, bucking against TC’s codpiece. The strange pulsing within him seemed to long for TC. To need TC… TC was right; it had been too long since last time. For no overload compared with the overloads that they had with each other… Didn’t compare at all!

TC felt those wonderful port covers slide to the slide. Those valves aching for him! The strange pulsing within him demanding that he connect with Scream.. Interface with Scream.. He activated his bonding cable. Knowing the dimensions that Scream liked – he didn’t need to even ask. He teased his aft port with his pressurized shaft, beginning the slow slide into those warm depths. That electrical, almost magnetic pull on the tip of his cable so, so strong….

Sharon loved to watch this part, it was so beautiful! She set down her tea as Scream opened his ports… But then she was distracted. She heard thuds on the stairs. Looking up in surprise, she saw Jester picking himself up. Crawling towards her, whimpering her name… His face a mask of confusion as his chassis trembled uncontrollably. Sharon got to her feet, going over to him.. Then she heard her name called. Turning, she saw Jag staggering against the door way into the den. Tears streaming down his face as he fell to his knees… The stoic police clone yelped in fear as a blue flicker of electricity seemed to flow over his chassis.

She looked from one distraught clone to the other, just as TC thrust his cable into Scream and those two screamed in ecstasy. The red glow flashed around them, and then arced through the air, connecting to the two terrified Autobot clones. They both collapsed, writhing in confusion even as their systems underwent complete overload. All four clones went silent then, the energy disappearing as mysteriously as it had appeared.

“What in the hell happened?” Sharon said. She knelt down next to the nearest Autobot clone. Rolling him over onto his back, she opened Jester’s access panels over his primary core. Her eyes widened in shock.

She ran over to Jag, doing the same thing. And found the same unbelievable thing! In disbelief, she sat down on the ground next to the deactivated clone. They’d seen this with Scream and TC. And had just assumed it was some type of energy grid adaptation that had occurred. That strange swirl of energy currents that surrounded their power cores now. It had made no logical sense – but hadn’t hurt them either. So after finding nothing structurally wrong with their systems, the research team had just chalked it up to weird Cybertronian tech specs.

But Sharon had been very involved with the manufacture of the Autobot clones. She KNEW none of them had this when they came off the line. But now they did. Was this just something they developed in their power systems? But why? And why did these energy currents seem attracted to each other?

Jag began to reboot, rocking his head back-and-forth in confusion. “Sharon, fix me,” he gasped as his optics came online and he noticed that she was sitting next to him. He also realized his main access panels were open. Relaxing, he smiled at her, knowing she must’ve been working on him while he was out.

Sharon looked down at him, closing his access panel. “Nothing’s wrong with you – well, as far as I know,” she said. But her eyes held a strange look in them.

“But, the power surges. My interface nets activating…” Jag stammered as he sat up. He had to have something wrong with him. It made no sense if he didn’t!

She patted his shoulder armor. “As far as we know, it’s just your power systems undergoing adaptation,” she explained. She got up and wandered over to Jester, who was whimpering as he rebooted. Softly, she calmed him down. Telling him the same thing she’d told Jag.

Scream moaned as he clacked his dental plates together in satisfaction. His optics came online. He felt TC’s weight still on top of his back, and it was comforting. But like all their overload sessions, their interface networks had shut down and deactivated after they’d climaxed. So TC’s wonderful cable was not within his aft port anymore. Retracting his wings, he shifted, making the blue Seeker slide off of him. That’s when he noticed the audience.

He smiled as he looked at Jag. “Enjoy the show?” he asked with a grin. But something was wrong with his partner. Those blue optics had a dazed look in them. He glanced over at the other clone observer. Jester also having the same strange expression… “What’s going on?” he asked Sharon as he sat up.

“Damn! Thanks a lot,” TC grumbled as he smacked the floor right as he rebooted. He rubbed his helm and looked up at Scream. “You know, you’re supposed to be nice to me after I give you an overload.”

“Something’s wrong,” was all that Scream said. With a worried expression, he went over to his partner who was still sitting on the floor. He curled his arms around the trembling clone. “Tell me what happened Sharon.” He cradled the shocked clone gently in his arms as his optics met Sharon’s. He didn’t know what had happened, but something had really spooked the two new clones.

TC saw that his partner also had a strange expression. With a surprised yelp, he got up and scurried over, collecting the shocked Sideswipe clone in his arms and rocking him like he used to do with Scream. “Ya, what happened?” he asked as Jester buried his face against his cockpit. TC swore he could feel a weak pulsing in his partner. Similar to what he felt with Scream, but with a fraction of the strength. This was strange, since he hadn’t felt this sensation the day before. Just what had happened???

As he listened to Sharon describe what she’d seen, Scream realized he was somehow harmonizing with another clone. Concentrating, he realized it didn’t feel familiar – like TC. He felt the confusion, the fear, the energy pulsing. But then he realized he felt more than a singularity. He let himself fall into his meta. Like he once did during those weeks spent in the darkness. Yes! He felt two clones harmonizing with him, matching his frequencies. Concentrating harder, he calmed his fluxes, his emotions – in turn, the harmonization calmed theirs.

As Sharon talked, she and TC both realized something. A hum had started. At first, so low in volume that it couldn’t be heard - But then it grew louder and louder.. And it didn’t take long to realize that it was coming from Scream, Jag and Jester. TC looked up at Sharon. Total wonderment now on his features! “He’s doing that harmonizing thing with them. But… But.. He said he had tried to do it yesterday and it didn’t work!” he stammered.

“Well, it works now for some reason…” Sharon observed. She watched as Scream calmed the Autobot clones down. Their energy fields now pulsing at the same frequency…

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Unbeknownst to them, Scream had developed a talent. A talent born when the precursor of his spark first lit while he rocked in agony, in a small dark room, tacks digging into his sensory nets - With nothing but a memory of a friend and a small fake crystal keychain to rub… He had developed the ability to synch with his newly formed spark. And when he synched with another spark – new sparks could ignite in nearby non-sparked clones. No, he didn’t know what he could do. Couldn’t control his synching… All he knew was that he now had more clones that he felt truly safe with. Because he could somehow match their energy frequencies, affect their emotional state, and read their emotions like an open book when they were linked on that frequency…

He was truly unique amongst clones. Not only because of his history and his mind, but because of what the future would hold for him. A future that the real Starscream merely dreamed of…

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