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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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Over the passage of a few weeks, Shark and I were able to talk on a deep and meaningful level. It took that long since our duty schedules changed weekly. Our free times didn't always coincide; though I was thankful whenever I got underwater patrol with the mech. Being able to talk to him without worrying about our resident xenos overhearing it because they were being excessively nosy was truly worth it. By my fourth week Gynae had to tell Kup about our situation, which involved Shark and I both having a chat with the elderly mech. By the time we were done Kup had assured that my duty time would alter according to what Gynae suggested and that he'd do his best to have us share duties together.
It took a couple weeks after that for someone to pick up on the scheduling changes involving us. Inquiries were made and new rumors began to circulate that Shark had somehow curried some favors to get time with me. We went back to Kup to ask him to shift the duties just enough so it wasn't so obvious, but he insisted that he had done this before and would continue to do so because it wasn't right to keep couples apart. We left it alone after that.
I went into my second checkup with Gynae about 8 weeks into carrying. She checked my spark and those of the two little ones circulating around it, and then checked my systems to make sure they were working right. She paid special attention to what she called a gestational system and took samples of my energon to make sure I had been taking my supplements. She also checked for any weight loss, her concern was evident the moment she saw the readings and explained why it could be an issue. More supplements heavy in metallic compounds would support the process of making protoforms and hopefully I would regain the loss in metal weight once I was done carrying.
By week 12 Shark had convinced me that we needed to move into the same room together, so we spent a free time together moving my things to his room. This started up the rumor mill again that we were a serious couple. The following day we spent our first recharge together in his berth. That night Shark and I got underwater patrol together, it would the last one for me while carrying.
Patrolling the depths of the Puget Sound was usually quiet, though every once in awhile we'd see something on the sea floor that was interesting or spot a creature doing something unusual. With the Seacons part of our base staff there was less of an underwater threat to worry about. Still though we always kept alert, just in case.
Shark was just ahead of me as we passed under the two Narrows bridges and passed over the fallen Galloping Gertie. Our patrol was nearing an end and we were heading for home. He'd been quiet for some time now and I usually took that as him focusing on something that we either should be worried about or that he was lost in his own thoughts.
"Barracuda?" he asked softly over private comm.
"Yes Shark?" I replied.
"I love you very much and I wish to ask… will you to be my spark mate?" It was said softly, but with all the feeling the mech could convey.
To be honest I had expected this to happen. The mech had proven any number of times that he truly and deeply loved me. He understood all my insecurities, trepidations, and fears. He accepted me for what I had been and what I was now. The answer was easy, "Yes Shark, I will."
Sounding very happy Shark said, "I'm going to kiss you when we get into docking bay."
I entered the tube that lead into the bay as I told him, "And hug me and call me George?"
That made him laugh as he followed me in and we transformed in the transfer room. The water drained as Shark came in for that hug and kiss, which I reciprocated. When he pulled back, he chuckled out a soft, "So George, I'll go grab us a mid-grade and more supplements from Gynae. You go to our room and get comfortable."
I giggled at him then hugged him once more before stepping away from him, "All right. See you there handsome." I murmured. Skipping the showers in the docking bay area, I headed back to our shared room in favor of getting a shower there. How Shark managed to convince Kup that we needed a personal wash rack was a mystery to me. Not that I was going to complain.
I washed up and found Shark in the berth area with mid-grade poured and supplements at ready. The lights were dimmed and soft music was playing, I paused to listen and smiled, "Kenny G huh?"
"Mood music." Shark pointed out, offering me a glass of the mid-grade.
I took the glass from him and murmured, "Got into my music files, sly mech."
"Actually I talked with Tracer then Bebop and this is what came up. Hard to find music that doesn't have lyrics and isn't classical." Shark noted.
I sipped down some mid-grade, and then bit into a supplement as Shark sat down beside me. He settled his hands on my shoulders, stroking them as he nuzzled his lips into the side of my neck. I giggled softly and get a few more supplements in me before washing it down with the rest of the mid-grade. I rested my hands over my stomach, "How about a little massage... since you are obviously getting touchy feely?"
"I would love to do that." he murmured into my neck, then pulled away and stood up to go find the oil.
This gave me enough time to remove my torsal armor, which was something Gynae had wanted me to do at this stage of carrying. I hadn't quite expected to see the large bump of diaphanous protoform. The irony of having a 'pregnant belly' as a metallic being caused me to laugh as I lay down on my side, idly stroking the bump with a hand.
Shark returned and stared a long moment at my partially nude and pregnant form before going around to the other side of the berth and sliding up next to me. He applied a little oil to his hands and began the massage. "Why were you laughing?" he asked.
"Oh just found it amusing that here I am with a belly that I thought I'd never see on a Cybertronian, let alone on myself. Thought such a thing was just an organic condition." I replied and allowed myself to relax as he moved his hands.
Shark made a soft ahh sound then as he worked upon my shoulders, then my back, paying plenty of attention to the lower back. Then moving his hands around to caress my bulging belly. His voice soft next to my audio, "Just more of you to adore."
I shifted a little toward him, "Sweet talker." I mused softly.
He smirked a bit, his optics an intense shade of green as he gazed down me. "Guilty as charged, but I reserve it only for you Barracuda."
Shifting around to be on my back I reached up to the mech and looped my arms around his neck. He came down automatically without needing a tugging prompt. Hands drifted up from my belly to caress around the chest plating that kept my spark out of view. His voice was soft, loving, "Do you want Optimus to do the honors of declaring us bond mates in front of witnesses before we physically bond?"
I considered the question carefully, fingers idly stroking along the back of his neck. "He can do the honors, but after we are physically bonded."
Shark smiled to that and leaned close to press his lips to mine. Hands resting upon my chest plating as we kissed. I summoned a little courage to open those plates, which drew him away from my lips to look at what I was doing and then up to my optics. He raised a hand up to the side of my face and murmured, "I love you Barracuda. Know that what we share in the bonding of our sparks will not dissuade me from being here for you. Know that I will do anything for you."
I smiled up at him and moved my hands from the back of his neck to stroke my fingers against his chest, "I love you too Shark and I am thankful for your words of encouragement."
He gave me a little nod as he sat back a bit to remove the curved section of his armored chest and set it aside, and then opened his chest plating to expose his spark. He leaned forward and murmured, "I'm right here with you and will comfort you should anything upset you."
I stroked my hands beside his spark chamber as he drew closer as I felt that familiar pull of my spark toward his own. "Thank you. I'm ready." I told him.
Shark leaned further forward, slowly. Optics watching my own as he smiled down on me with all the love and affection he held for me.
Our sparks touched, the intensity of just that bare touch alone sealed the fact that despite having been through so much in my life and putting Shark through so much that this moment was worth it all. As Shark lay his chest flush against my own, our sparks merged deeply within each other, I experienced more than just visual memories as his long life unfolded before me. The other senses were engaged as well. All he had experienced - it was as if I was there with him to know it for myself. The flood of data was a bit dizzying, his life was much longer than my own and it distracted me from the memories of my own life. I focused as much as I could upon Shark, feeling our sparks fully envelop each other – tangling and mixing until we were truly synchronized and literally as one. Once the exchange of data slowed down to just a trickle since it was more current memories, some of which were shared ones, our sparks began to slowly separate.
It wasn't as bad as I thought it would have been, the experience left me both tired and complete. Shark smiled down at me and murmured a soft, "Rest." I gave him a smile and nodded, glad he didn't wish to do more than just this. It wasn't long after our sparks fully disentangled and settled back into place that I fell into recharge.
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