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**Mentors part 13**

**Written by StSE, universe G1**

“TC, you and Scream carry them to Sam’s house today,” Sharon said as she brushed her hair. She sighed as she looked in the mirror. Her roots were almost solid gray now. Making a mental note to pick up more hair dye, she debated if she wanted to go a little lighter brown this time.

“But I was going to take you out to lunch today,” he whined.

“Just give her the keys to your car then. Whiny-aft,” Scream snorted. But then he got an idea to irritate his wing mate just a little more. He patted Sharon’s shoulder lightly. “Jag’s got some early tutoring gigs to do, why don’t you just give him a lift?” He glanced at TC. “For security reasons of course.” With that, he wandered out of her room.

“Give me the keys,” Sharon ordered as she held out her hand.

TC was still glaring after the red Seeker. He was still slightly ticked at Jag for that little surprise threat in the kitchen. To top that off, EVERYONE knew he didn’t like anyone else in his Porsche unless HE was driving! “Uggg!” he grunted as Sharon elbowed him hard in his abdominal armor.

“I said – give me the keys!” she said again in a firmer tone of voice.

Grumbling under his breath, TC fished inside his cockpit and extracted the keys. “Don’t let him scratch it,” he pouted as he handed them to her.

“You are a mess TC. Heck, Jag drives better than the rest of us combined!” Sharon patted his intake and gave him a light kiss.

“That’s because the dirt eater is a fucking prick,” TC muttered.

“Shut up TC. You’re just miffed because he caught Scream. You know – you can’t have them all.. And full ‘rights’ to me too. They want someone to call their own as well.” She gave him a hug. “You should be happy. Now you’re the ONLY one that I interface with,” she whispered.

He thought about it as he followed her into their room and watched her get dressed. And then his face plate brightened up because he realized that she was right! After she’d pulled her slacks on, he hefted her up into his arms and spun her around. “Promise that you’ll never interface with another clone again?” he asked hopefully.

She smiled and took his lips in a passionate kiss. “I promise,” she whispered as their lips parted and she looked into his beautiful ruby orbs.

“Well shit, so much for my little plan tonight,” Jester’s voice said from across the room. Ever since Jag’s little stunt in the kitchen, he’d been thinking about the fact that he’d get Scream’s spot with Sharon now. Apparently, THAT wasn’t going to happen!

TC set Sharon down and she walked up to the pouting red ground clone. “The only reason I did that was because Scream couldn’t bear to do it with anyone else.” She rubbed his cheek. “YOU don’t have that problem – now do you?” she said with a wink.

“Well, no,” Jester admitted. His standard grin now back on his face plate. Since Jag was too uptight to interface with Scream’s ‘straight’ fuck buddies – Jester was constantly ‘set up’ with dates. And he sure did have fun with those college chics! They came up with so many interesting ways to interface! It did satisfy his need for true human-to-clone interface, since he and Sharon merely engaged in oral sex during their threesomes with TC.

“And don’t you have a date with that tall brunette whats-her-name tonight?” TC quipped with a smirk on his face plate. He had already planned a private evening with just himself and Sharon.

“Well, ya… After I do this birthday party gig over at CiCi’s pizza,” Jester replied. He did love doing those birthday parties. He got a couple hundred bucks in his hand, and everyone just LOVED his ‘clown clone magician act’! So he also got all the attention he constantly craved as well. Worked out REAL nicely!

Sharon handed him a piece of paper with the shopping list. “Just make sure you get all this done first – ok?” she said. Giving him a hug, she headed downstairs with TC in tow.

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Silver gripped TC’s intakes with a death grip. He was used to flying himself, not trying to hang onto another clone and ride. But Sharon thought they were too banged up to really fly safely, so he had to. He shifted a bit. The duct tape covering his damaged port covers felt weird to say the least. But, at least no grime had re-entered those sensitive regions. “So who’s this Speed?” he asked his new brother.

“An obnoxious dirt eater. But he’s good at repairing stuff,” TC snickered.

“Just don’t take ANYTHING he says seriously,” Scream added.

Silver met Blue’s optics. His fellow Aeralbot clone was riding on the red Seeker, his hands also gripped tightly to the top edge of the Seeker’s strange intakes. From the look on his face plate, he wasn’t enjoying it either. They were both still in shock that these clones acted so independently from their humans. It was like they were truly free!

“So, um, Sharon’s like totally yours now?” Silver boldly asked the blue Seeker underneath him.

“Yep,” TC quipped. His voice was full of pride. In fact, the gray Aerialbot swore he could almost feel him swell up beneath him.

“Ah don’t worry. If you want a human to interface with, I’ll hook you up,” Scream snickered. He had so many human friends that would love to ‘try out’ a clone – it’d be no problem to set his two new brothers up on dates. “You like chics or dudes?” he added.

The two Aerialbot’s optics got huge in disbelief. “You’re kidding right? We can actually CHOOSE?!?” they exclaimed in unison.

“Yes and my friends are all young and hot. So which do you prefer?” the red Seeker replied. They could feel his unseen smirk.

“Are they nice – like Sharon?” Blue asked. He didn’t want to be fixed up with someone like his old owner. But he did feel an eagerness to actually FEEL what it was like really interfacing with a human!

“You’ll actually be going on dates if I hook you up. So you act like a human, and they’ll treat you like a human. So yes, they’re nice like Sharon. They’ll actually be hoping that you’ll like THEM enough to interface with them,” Scream explained. He took a lazy bank port-side, TC copying his action smoothly.

Not only was he blown away by the fact he’d truly be treated as an equal by these friends of Scream’s – but also by the perfect flying ability of the two Seekers! Blue laid his helm down against the swell of Scream’s canopy. He could only dream of being as confident as his two new brothers! “Thanks Scream, thanks so much,” he whispered. He felt the Seeker’s energy synch with his. The steady harmonic pulse silently telling him that it was no big deal..

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“Where’s that freagin’ sneaky dirt eater?” TC muttered as he deftly transformed and landed in a single smooth movement. They’d caught site of Speed as they’d flown over. The little yellow go-cart was flying along behind a group of motocross riders whom were flying around the off-road track. His cackling could be heard even five hundred feet up.

“Who?” Blue asked as he looked around. He smiled in gratitude at Scream as the red Seeker curled his fingers around his. It seemed like Scream really understood how insecure his two new brothers were.

“Me,” a voice said from out of nowhere.

TC jumped several feet up in the air as the invisible clone goosed him. He didn’t know why the damned blue-and-white clone liked to pick on him. And this had gone on ever since their first training mission together. Well, TC had done his standard game of ‘drop the dirt eater’ on the Mirage clone. But hell, he’d done the same thing to the Dragstrip clone for years now. So he’d just figured that Shado would just learn to deal with it, just like Speed did.. But no, Shado was forever getting payback now! “Fucking dirt eater!” he exclaimed.

Laughter floated through the air. “A dirt eater who still gets you every time! Now say ‘uncle’ – or I’ll do it again.”

“Well, you started this with him,” Scream snickered under his breath as he smirked at TC. He found it highly entertaining that this particular ground clone enjoyed picking on his wing mate.

“OUCH!! You slogger!” TC griped as he was goosed again by the invisible clone. “Ok, fuck it! Uncle!”

A Mirage clone appeared out of nowhere, a rather smug expression on his face. Casually, he walked up to Scream and gave him a hug. “Nice to see you again cousin,” he said politely.

“You are an evil little twit!” the blue Seeker snarled as he rubbed his aft armor.

“Nice to see you to cousin,” Shado said as he nodded his head to the Thudercracker clone. He was well used to dealing with obnoxious clones, being forced to live with Speed did that to one. But TC wasn’t nearly as bad. As long as a ground clone dealt with his tendency to look down on them for their lack of flying capability.

The Mirage clone turned to the two new clones. He scanned their chassis over with a critical optic. His meta filled with disgust as he noted their abused and neglected states. “So, another human decided not to follow the owner’s manual I see,” he noted.

“Yes, but Sharon took care of that problem. Fucker won’t be abusing anymore of us,” Scream snorted with a triumphant tone.

“Fascinating. I’m glad to hear that though,” Shado replied. He offered a hand to the Skydive clone. “I’m Shado, nice to meet you.”

Blue accepted his hand, shaking it firmly. “I’m Blue,” he replied. The Mirage clone moved to introduce himself to Silver. But Blue couldn’t take his optics off of him. Something about his confidence in his position.. His polite temperament.. Just attracted the quiet Aerialbot clone…

The group of motorcyclists went by them, the Dragstrip clone that followed them, stopped and transformed in front of the group of clones. His optics scanned the damaged Aerialbot clones’ air frames. “Some fucking loser been using them for punching bags, huh?” he snorted in disgust. He walked around them, his hands on them as he gauged what he’d have to do to fix them.

The two Aerialbots stayed still, even as they flinched slightly at the invasiveness of his touch. He was the medic. It wasn’t like he was trying to interface with them or anything. But so they were so unaccustomed to physical contact, it was hard for them to stand still.

Speed stopped in front of Silver, his optics drawn immediately to the duct tape covering his codpiece between his legs. “Why you got the duct tape there?!” he roughly demanded to know.

“Well…well, um,” Silver was unsure of how to respond. It was hard for him to talk about.

“Their former owner damaged his port covers, now he can’t close them,” Scream informed him. He moved from Blue to Silver’s side, his fingers curling around Silver’s hand to comfort him.

“Why of all the God-damned, fucked up things to do to a freagin’ clone! Why I otta run over that motherfuckin’ human and castrate his aft!” Speed growled, his optics narrowing in anger. He grabbed Silver’s other hand, turned and began to drag him towards his workshop. “I’ll fix him first, the other one can wait,” he yelled back at Shado.

Scream let Silver’s hand go. He sensed the Aerialbot clone relax as the medic went off on what he’d do to his former owner – if he ever laid an optic on him. Speed’s quips of what the human deserved drifted back to them. Yes, Scream didn’t think Silver needed him now. He’d know that even though Speed was obnoxious – he WAS on his side. “Well, we got to go to work now. Are you going to be ok Blue?”

Shado nodded to the Seeker. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they’re both comfortable. Sam’s out of town, so I don’t have anything else to do.” His fingers curled around Blue’s.

Blue nodded to Scream, his chassis warming up at the slight contact between himself and the Mirage clone. He watched as the two Seekers transformed and roared off into the clear blue sky. They were so perfect in their flight. So beautiful just to watch… With a sigh, he turned his head and met the brilliant blue optics of Shado.

“Well, come with me. I’m sure Speed will be done with your brother by lunch,” Shado said. He turned and walked towards the house, his fingers still curled around the new clone’s. “I’ve got to finish reading my paper. What would you like to do while you wait?” he politely asked.

“May I read after you are finished?” Blue asked hopefully. He did enjoy reading. And at his first home, he hadn’t been allowed to very often.

The Mirage clone glanced back at him. He liked him already. He was quiet and liked to read. So this would be an enjoyable morning. “I’ve got the papers from the last week. Would you care to look through them while I finish todays?”

“That would be wonderful. Absolutely wonderful!” Blue said with a big smile.

Daniel walked through the den with his friends. Two clones lounged next to each other on the couch, their faces hidden by the open newspapers. “Found a buddy? Huh Shado?” he joked.

Both clones put down their papers. Shado started to get up, but stopped as Daniel waved him down. “Don’t worry about me. I’m going to take a shower and then meet my friends for lunch. Think you can hold down the fort?”

“Yes Daniel, no problem,” Shado assured him with a smile. He shook his paper a bit to straighten it back on, propped his feet back up on the table, and proceeded to start reading again. The new clone glanced from Daniel to Shado, and then quietly copied the blue-and-white clone’s actions.

“Two peas-in-a-pod,” Daniel chuckled to himself as he left the room.

Shado heard his quiet joke, but didn’t care. Shifting slightly, he put a little more of his armor in contact with the battered clone’s. Their optics met briefly, and he gave the clone a quick smile before he went back to reading the living section. It was so nice to hang out with a quiet clone instead of Speed!

Warmth radiated through Blue as the Mirage clone shifted closer to him. No, the guy didn’t seem to actually be coming onto him – but his body language inferred that he approved of his behavior. Blue smiled as he turned his optics back to the world events section of the paper. There were some good stories about military action out in the mideast. It was simply fascinating! He snuggled a little tighter against Shado. So happy that he had a cousin like this one!

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“Fucking asswipes need to be chained up by their dicks,” Speed grumbled as he gently unlatched Silver’s damaged codpiece and began to wiggle it off of his structural frame. He felt the Aerialbot clone tremble as if in fear. Glancing over at the clone’s face plate, he saw it plainly etched there. “Don’t act like a freagin’ loser – it’s just me and you in here. No one else will see,” he told the clone as he got the armor off him. He then stripped the clone of over half his armor.

Not even giving the almost naked clone half-a-glance, the Dragstrip clone carried the dented armor over to the kiln. Setting the temperature, he slid the pieces into it and closed the door with a clang. “Dents weren’t bad, little heat should straighten it back out,” he stated as he turned back around.

His optics locked with Silver’s, and he actually saw tears welling in them. Crossing his arms, he glared at the clone. “Why in the frag are you cryin’? Are you some kind’ve wimp or something?” he demanded to know.

Silver lowered his optics, unable to meet the intensity in those orbs of fire. “I.. I’m sorry. If I had been able to please the Senator then….” He was jerked out of his self-pity by a rough slap on his bare chest.

“You’re as bad as freagin’ Scream was!” Speed growled. Then he thought about it. “No wait, his aft was insane – you’re not. So you’re only half the wimp he was,” he snorted. “Now just shut up. Ain’t your freagin’ fault that you got bought by a slaggin’ loser.”

The gray Aerialbot looked back up. The yellow clone WAS right! It wasn’t his fault – so why was he apologizing? He wiped away his tears and straightened his shoulders out. Glancing behind him, he shivered at the strangeness of not having his alt mode chassis hooked there. “So, um, how long before my armor’s ready to come back out?” he asked.

Speed shrugged. “Two hours. Be less if you were a civilian model. The extra layer on military clones takes more heat.”

“I’m a military model? But I…”

The yellow clone narrowed his optics. “You didn’t KNOW you were modified?!? That’s stupid,” he snickered. “Lie back down, let me check some things.”

Obediently, Silver lay back down. He shivered as Speed accessed some of his most delicate regions, but just bit his lip and stayed still. But when the yellow mech accessed his core, reached in and touched it – a wave of pure ecstasy rolled over him. He gripped the edges of the work table, threw his head back and moaned.

Speed looked at the blue swirl of his energy adaptation which swirled around Silver’s core. It seemed to be much stronger than Shado’s. Glancing through the moaning clone’s power grid, he found out why. “Shit, Sharon ain’t goin’ to be happy,” he muttered.

“Why… MMMmm…. Not?.... Ahhhh…” Silver gasped in between moans. He’d never felt the intensity of pleasure like this! He was both afraid – and excited. When Speed pulled his hands out, emptiness flooded him again. The pulsing of his energy begging for the medic’s touch…

“Because ya got a nuclear system, that’s why. Not anythin’ ya could help. So don’t be such a wimp,” Speed said with a shrug.

“Are you done then?” the gray clone asked. He wondered why he had such a system, and why Sharon wouldn’t like it. But like Speed said – he couldn’t help it. “And what does this nuclear thing mean?”

Speed nodded and motioned for him to sit up. “Just means that ya have to have those damned energon pellets.”

“Oh, ok,” Silver had no clue. But Speed didn’t seem to care – so why should he? He slid off the table. “Um, do you want me to do anything?” he asked helpfully. He didn’t want to just sit there for two hours. He’d sat with nothing to do long enough at the Senator’s house.

“Ya good at video games?” Speed asked as he studied the half-naked clone.

Silver shrugged, he’d never played any – so he didn’t know.

“Oh well, means ya’ll be easy to beat! Come one then,” Speed quipped as he walked towards the door. Silver on his heels…

Before too long, the two cousins were snickering and baiting each other as they sat in front of Speed’s gaming system. Silver having finally relaxed and learned not to take Speed’s insults to heart…

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