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Face Thy Fears	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 2674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Ghostly ‘Friend’

SunSpot silently stared at the sobbing Autobot, her invisible mouth hanging open in shock at his pleas to Primus. She trembled in uncertainty as she desperately tried to figure out what she should do. Stepping towards him, she felt the cool stickiness of his spilt energon on the bottom of her thruster. The sensation caused a sickening feeling to rise in her throat. It was so wrong what they had done to this captive, so sick, so sadistically evil. She couldn’t ever choose to join them. But what if the Autobots also did this? Her wings drooped at the terrifying thought of having to side with anyone that did this. But the beaten mech had called to Primus. The very being who had called her, brought her to this dimension, and put her in the convenient position to meet up with this particular Decepticon cruiser. This was too much of a coincidence for her not to believe it was intentional on Primus’ part.

Was Primus himself ordering her to take this mech? Was this a sign? SunSpot bit her lip again as she contemplated it. She wished that her Grandmother were here. She could tell her what to do. How to interpret all of this? But she wasn’t, SunSpot was on her own. She found herself moving silently towards the Autobot, her fingers stopping just before they touched his leg.

What would he think if he felt hands on him, but could see no mech? But did she dare show herself yet? He might tell his captors as they tortured him. But could she just leave him like this? SunSpot clenched and unclenched her invisible fist as she tried to decide what to do. She just couldn’t leave him like this, she had to help him get in some kind of comfortable position as he rested before the next Decepticon came in to torture him. It was the least she could do while she tried to come up with a plan to get him out of here..

Moving up to where the chain was latched around a hook, she tried to lift it off, but there wasn’t enough slack to do it. Sighing, she looked back at the sobbing mech. He needed to slide up about a third of an Earth meter so that she could unhook his hands. But just how could she get him to do this without blowing her cover?

She listened to his quiet mumbles in between his sobs. He truly seemed to believe that Primus just might be listening to him as he pegged for mercy, for death. Perhaps he’d believe it was a ghost sent by Primus if she worked it right? Then if he rambled during his next round of torture, his captors would just think his meta was starting to frag under the pressure.. Yes, it might work.

Moving back down to his tear-streaked face, SunSpot leaned over him. She knew his name, since his tormenter had taunted him with it. Using it would add credence that she was a ghost sent by Primus, wouldn’t it? “Primus hears you Red Alert,” she whispered in his audios.

The mech tensed, sniffing back his sobs as his optics scanned the cell. But there was nothing but the four metal walls and him, nothing! But he had heard a soft femme whisper, something about Primus.. But was he just fraggin’? Were the continual rapes starting to destroy his meta’s integrity? Whimpering in fear that he was going insane, Red Alert mumbled a prayer to Primus again..

“Primus hears you..” SunSpot whispered again. She knew the mech was a little freaked out by the disembodied voice in his audios, who could blame him? But perhaps he’d believe her words…

Red Alert knew he heard it the second time. Running a quick check on his audios and optics, he found that they were all functioning properly. He trembled in fear of the unknown. Was this really Primus answering his pathetic plea to die? Did he want to die right now? He listened intently for more words, but only the rapid intake and exhale of his own laboring systems filled the cell. Gulping down his rising terror, he decided he needed to know if he was really going crazy – or if Primus had sent a ghost to him. “Primus?” he whispered.

“Yes, he’s heard you. He’s sent me,” SunSpot replied in her low whisper. She could tell by his involuntary shudder to her voice that he truly thought it was a ghost he was whispering too. And most Transformers, Decepticon or Autobot, were terrified of the spirits of off lined mechs.

Red Alert shuddered as the ghost answered him. His optics got big as he scanned the empty cell. Both wonder and horror flooded through him. For Primus had heard his pathetic plea… But.. Primus had sent a ghost… A Ghost!!! Chills of terror washed over him, for like all Transformers, he couldn’t really handle the thought of the afterlife very well, it just wasn’t logical. But he had called to Primus for help; and Ghost or not, his call had apparently been answered. “Are… are.. You here to take my spark?” he whispered back, his voice breaking in fear. For wishing for death and actually facing death were two entirely different things.

“Do you really want me to, or do you want to eventually get back home?” SunSpot asked. Her invisible face was right over his, but his terrified optics couldn’t see her cloaked form.

He thought about it. The ghost was actually offering him two choices; Two possibilities for the future. Did he want to end the torture now – or could he endure it a little longer if it meant he’d eventually get home? Could he bear to face Inferno after all that had happened? Would Inferno want him back; after he’d found pleasure through the molesting fingers of a Seeker? But did he really want to die right now? No, not if there was still some hope. “I want to go home,” he whispered to the disembodied voice. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he thought about home.

Resisting the urge to wipe his tears away, SunSpot thought about what she should say to him. How she could give him hope without giving her cover away if he blabbed to the cons? But then it hit her. He truly believed she was a ghost, so she could use this.. “It will be a few cycles before Primus’ Guardian can come for you, can you endure?” she asked, her whispered words barely audible to his audios.

Choking back a sob, Red Alert felt the ray of hope flow through him. Primus would send a Guardian for him if he could endure the torture for a little while longer. Primus himself was watching! This must be a test or something.. He had to pass it, he had to! Nodding weakly, “Y..yes.. I can..” Red Alert whispered back to the ghost.

A smile formed on SunSpot’s invisible face. He truly believed he was talking to a ghost. And if he started rambling on about ghosts and Primus’ Guardians to the cons, they’d just think he was fragged from the torture. It would work. But she had to find a way to help him in the meantime, to make him as comfortable as she could. “He sent me to help you as much as I can.. Can you handle a ghost’s touch?” she whispered to him.

He shuddered at the thought of a ghost’s hands on him. But it couldn’t be as bad as the Seekers hands on him could it? The ghost wasn’t going to hurt him or rape him. It said that Primus had sent her to help him. Gulping down his fear, he nodded. “Can you scare the Seekers or something, make them leave me alone?” he whispered. He hoped it didn’t make the ghost mad or anything, but he really hoped she’d haunt the ship or something. Keep the Seekers occupied until this Guardian could get here.

SunSpot sighed, she knew why he had asked that, but she couldn’t. At least not until she’d fully come up with their plan of escape. But he had said that he’d accept ‘the ghost’s’ touch, so hesitantly she brushed her fingers on his chest plate. He trembled underneath the sensation of her touch, biting his lip to hide his fear of the supernatural. “I can’t come when they are here, only when they aren’t,” she whispered to him as she set her hand more firmly down on him.

Fighting his urge to scream at the ghost’s touch, Red Alert cringed at her words. He’d been really hopeful she’d haunt the place or something. But at least she seemed friendly towards him. True she was dead, but at least he’d have something who understood what he was going through – right? It was better than being totally alone. He felt her ghostly arm go across him, her spirit’s force against his chest armor.

“I’m going to help you slide up so I can pull the chain off the hook,” she whispered to him. Leaning over the trembling mech, she grabbed his sides with her hands and slowly slid him across the energon-slick metal. When she’d moved him just far enough, she moved off of him and lifted the chain off the hook.

When the ghost’s spirit force pressed against him and slid him up, Red Alert couldn’t help but shudder in barely contained terror. But as the force helped him lower his hands to across his chest, he felt a sense of wonderment; Primus thought of him enough to send a ghost helper.. Primus actually thought about him! “Th.. thanks,” he stammered quietly to the ghost.

“Where do you hurt? What can I do?” SunSpot asked him. It had actually felt nice having his smooth armor under her hands, his chassis tremble against hers. Granted, he did think she was a ghost.. So it wasn’t like she was really, truly, touching him – was it? But her terrible shyness didn’t seem to be getting in the way right now. Perhaps because he did think she was nothing more than a ghost? Or was it because he was a heavily damaged stranger who would die if she didn’t help? SunSpot didn’t know the answer as to why her natural shyness had taken a back seat. She was just glad it had…

Where did he hurt? Red Alert’s optics widened at the question. Could the ghost repair some of his damage? But he hurt horribly, down there.. Could he stand the thought of willingly allowing another to touch him there? Even if it was a helpful ghost? But if the ghost could relieve some of his agony in between rapes, perhaps he could actually rest a little. Maybe build his strength so that he could continue to endure until the Guardian rescued him. “Um.. Down there.. They’ve been using me,” Red Alert actually blushed as he said this. He didn’t want to admit it to anyone, even a helpful ghost.. But if the ghost could help.. But to allow even a spirit to probe that area, shouldn’t he at least have something to call it besides ‘ghost’? “But.. um.. what’s your name?.. I mean.. If you have a name?” he whispered.

SunSpot’s invisible optics widened a bit at his question. How should she answer? It had to seem ‘ghostly’ or something. But it would help if he actually kind’ve knew her name, when she appeared as the ‘Guardian’ to rescue him and take him away. “I’m the spots you see on the Sun’s surface when you cry..” she whispered to him.

The riddle made no sense to the logic-bound mech. But he had to guess, had to call the ghost something. “Can.. Can I call you Spot?” he asked softly, hoping it wouldn’t anger the ghost. He didn’t want her to disappear and leave him alone again to face the pain.

She had to stop her gasp, he had come so close to her actual name! “Yes, yes you can call me Spot,” she whispered back.

A smile crossed the battered mech’s face. Looking up blankly at the metal ceiling of his cell, he whispered ‘Spot’ over-and-over. As if he was trying to picture what the ghost would’ve looked like in life.

Shifting down, SunSpot blushed a little as she reached to put her hand on his lower abdomen. Like all Earth mech femmes, she’d been drilled endlessly in the art of building or retrofitting new chassis for the future sparklings they would one day produce. This in turn, made them all fairly good emergency medics should the need arise. But she’d never touched another living mech like this. Especially not a male, and not there… But she knew how to repair.. She was trained..

He felt Spot’s ghostly hand on his lower abdomen. At first, he instinctively clenched his knees together, terrified to have anything touch him there. But he had told Spot where he hurt, and the ghost was just going to try and help him – right. Biting down on his lip, he forced himself to relax, to spread his legs, to allow his ghostly friend to help him.

SunSpot waited patiently as the beaten mech at first tensed and then forced himself to relax. She could tell by his facial expression that he was terrified to let anything touch him there, even a ‘friendly ghost’, but he was desperate for any kind of help, any kind of friend. So as he shifted and spread his legs, exposing the damage to her, she found herself amazed at the mech. Amazed at the entire situation that Primus had thrust her into.

Deftly stepping over his leg, SunSpot gently pushed them a little further apart so that she could kneel comfortably. She heard him take a quick intake as he tensed for an astrosecond, and then he forced himself to relax and allowed her to position his legs where she needed them.

“Please.. Spot.. be gentle.. it really hurts…” she heard his voice whisper the plea…Rubbing one of his knees gently she replied “Shhh, I’m your friend.. I’d never hurt you..” He relaxed further at her whispered words.

Gently she probed his damaged region. Carefully pushing torn circuits to the side so that she could see where the energon was leaking from. Seeing the leaking bearings in his hips, she removed her fingers from his bonding circuits and slid them under the direct access panels to those joints. Working efficiently, she soon got them resealed. Clicking those panels back down, she returned her attentions to his torn bonding circuitry. Slowly and gently, she inserted her fingers back inside him, trying to ignore his whimper and tremor.

Carefully, she pieced together what she could. She couldn’t very well fix it all, or the cons would know that something was up. But she did make him more comfortable. Pulling her hands back out, she stood up and made him lay his legs together.

Though it was highly disconcerting to be having a ghost repairing one’s aft, Red Alert felt a little more relaxed as the invisible hands accessed his hip joints and resealed his leaking bearings. It was obvious this ghost must’ve been some sort of medic or something when she was still functioning. Silently, he thanked Primus for sending him a dead medic to watch over him for a while. He couldn’t help but tense as the ghost returned her attentions to his damaged bonding circuits. Reminding himself over-and-over again that it was a ghost medic down there, he forced himself to stay still; Even though he couldn’t fully stop his reactionary whimper of fear. He hoped Spot understood.

As the ghost pushed his legs back together, he realized that while not all had been repaired, he was much, much more comfortable now. All he felt was soreness and some slight pain, instead of the raw agony of before. “Thank.. Thank you Spot,” he whispered to the ghost. Shifting to his side, he tried to make himself comfortable enough to defrag. Praying that his ghostly friend would watch over him and wake him up when the Seekers came back for more. But he wanted to make sure. Would Spot get mad if he asked? “Um.. Spot?” he whispered.

“Yes?” came the soft reply.

Red Alert was afraid to ask, but he didn’t know if he could really shutdown unless he really knew that the ghost was watching his back for him. He needed to be sure that Spot wouldn’t leave him alone while he slept. Since he couldn’t see the ghost, there was only one way he’d be sure that he knew that Spot was still by him. “Would you? Um… Would you put a hand on me while I defrag? So I know you’re here?” he asked quietly.

SunSpot cocked her invisible head, curious as to his request. But it did make sense that he’d be afraid that his new ghostly friend might up and leave his aft. She could do this, and perhaps listen in on the ship’s communications while she sat there. She’d leave to gather information the next time the Seekers came in here, for she didn’t know if she could stand watching them rape him again.. After she’d touched him.. Nausea filled her core, but she fought it down.. She couldn’t snag him just then.. She needed to have a map of the known Galaxy in her meta.. A list of Autobot and Decepticon bases and locations.. A list of the general types and schematics of the weaponry and sensors used here.. and much more.. She couldn’t just take him and fly blind.. That would be suicide for them both..

Sitting down behind his turned back, she rested an arm across his side. Rubbing him lightly with her fingertips as she heard him sigh and shut down into defrag. As he slept, she enjoyed the feel of his armor against her fingers. The strange feel of the Cybertronian metal alloys as compared to her carbide skin; for she had never really touched anyone other than herself or her wing mate. And she had only touched Raptor to inspect her fuselage for damage from their training flights. His armor felt good under her fingertips, his living warmth giving the surface life. SunSpot wondered if the future mate she would choose, would feel this same way under her fingertips….

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