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Face Thy Fears	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 2674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gathering Knowledge

SunSpot’s sharp audios picked up the sound of mech feet coming towards the cell. Dread filled her core because she knew what they were going to do to her new friend. But she was merely a spy, no match for battle-hardened Decepticons. She couldn’t stop them from what they were about to do. Her wings trembled in silent rage at her own inferiority. If she had just been like her siblings and cousins, she’d be battle-hardened too. She was designed to be able to take these Seekers on and win, but her own damned insecurities had kept her from developing these skills. Bowing her head she prayed to Primus to give her strength, to give her courage, to do what he expected of her in this dimension.

With a heavy spark, she patted Red Alert’s side, and then shook him slightly to force him to re-activate. He would have to endure the torment again.. Because she was such a pathetic Seeker..

He reactivated with a start, not knowing who was shaking him. Scanning around in terror, he saw nothing. A frightened squeak left his lips, but then he remembered the ghost. “S-Spot?” he whispered timidly. Was he really glitched? Had his meta made it all up? He shivered as his paranoia tried to set in.

“Shhh, they’re coming. I have to leave for a while,” SunSpot whispered back to him. She saw his tears of fear forming, couldn’t help but to wipe them away as if he was a scared sparkling..

Hearing the ghost’s voice and feeling her touch as she wiped his fearful tears from his cheeks, Red Alert tried to gulp his terror down. He wasn’t crazy. Primus had sent a ghost. This was a test.. To face the degradation and pain from the Seekers touch was a test.. He had to be strong, had to pass the test so that Primus would send the Guardian for him. His core filled with dread as he picked up the muffled sound of thrusters hitting metal getting louder. They were coming again, and the ghost had watched his back. She had woken him as he had hoped. Relief flooded through him, for she hadn’t left him as he had feared she might. “Will you come back?” he whispered. His voice broke in terror of what was coming down the corridor, but he was now more terrified that his only friend wouldn’t come back.

Remembering her grandmother’s tendency to kiss the top of a mech’s helm when she was comforting them, SunSpot leaned hesitantly over Red Alert and did the same. Of all mech’s, he desperately needed comforting, she just wished she could do more. “Yes my friend, I’ll be back,” she whispered in his audio. As the door slid open and the red Seeker strolled in, she slipped out and disappeared down the corridor…

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Trying not to think about what Starscream was doing with her new friend, SunSpot moved deep into the ship’s bowels. She had to find the central computer core, had to hack into it. She just prayed that the hacking skills she’d developed in her home dimension, would still be effective here. But unlike the Cybertronians, she wasn’t governed by programs that may or may not meld with this dimension’s programs. Her meta was a living, and changing system; Able to discern and adapt to new programs and break into them. Hadn’t she done that numerous times when spying on alien governments back home?

Scanning each room as she strolled silently by, she searched for the tell-tale electronic signals of her quarry. Her audios picked up the sound of several heavy mechs coming towards her. Cramming herself hard against the wall, the invisible Seeker’s optics got huge as three powerful light green mechs strolled past.

“Well, at least I got the main sensory grid back online. This cruiser needs to be freagin’ scrapped,” one said with a rather arrogant tone to his voice.

“Ya, Hook, these cruisers are so outdated. We should just load them with charges and just ram them unmanned into the Autobot bases. Make them useful for once,” one of his comrades stated. He made a fist with one hand and pounded it into the other to emphasize his point.

The third green mech nodded his agreement. “If Megatron would just let us plan and execute it, we could destroy half the Autobot bases in a single attack. Bonecrusher’d make a hell of a bang, wouldn’t you?”

The one named Bonecrusher nodded, his red optics gleaming at the mere thought of the explosions he could plan. “And now that the pathetic Autobots have wasted their Matrix, they wouldn’t be able to stop it either!” he snickered. Although Prime opening the damned thing had caused the Decepticons a great setback, now it was rumored to be empty of its former power.

“A good time to attack full force I would highly agree…” Scrapper agreed. The rest of his statement was lost to SunSpot as the three big mechs disappeared into an elevator.

Well, she was obviously on the right route to the mainframe then. Straightening up, SunSpot continued her search with her scanners. But as she did so, she began to think about what had been said. Obviously, the Autobot’s Prime had been forced to open their Matrix and release the power within. So now it was emptied. Lightness filled her core as she realized the reason that Primus had called for her now! She had the power gems that she had grown within her port knee, just as Raptor had taught her. If the Matrix was emptied of its power it meant that this dimension was now defenseless against Unicron.

Her head reeled at the complexities of Primus’s staging. He had sent her to this particular quadrant intending for her to hook up with this particular Decepticon cruiser. With her talents as a spy, she’d soon have all its computer files copied and saved. The Autobot captive was to be her ticket into the Autobot ranks! He’d truly believe that she was indeed a Primus-sent Guardian, which she actually was. Perhaps he was even high enough in rank for her to get access to their Prime. Maybe he could even talk his commander into handing the empty matrix to her? Then she could change out their power cores as she was meant to?

Her step became lighter as her path in this new life seemed to become clearer. Striding along, she soon picked up the tell-tale electronic signals of the ship’s mainframe. Stopping by the secured door, she cocked her head in amusement as she saw the electronic key requirements. Scanning briefly, she found no shielding around the room, so with a confident chuckle, she simply teleported inside.

Keeping her cloak on, she scanned the mainframe with her optics. Deciding on which consol would be the fastest link up, she strolled over and opened its panel a hair. Sliding her USB connection from its hidden location in her pointer finger, she swiftly connected herself to the mainframe. Her meta dove in, quickly learning and adapting to the alien programming. Slamming through the systems firewalls, she began to copy and download as fast as she could.

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Red Alert groaned, shaking his head from side-to-side in denial. Starscream had hooked his chain to the wall, forcing the mech to stand with his arms stretched tautly above him. His back pressed tightly against the metal behind him, as the Seeker had forcefully grabbed his thighs and wrapped them around his own waist, forcing the Autobot to expose himself openly to him.

The Seeker had then thrust his bonding links deep within the Autobot, grinding his hips painfully against his victim. But he hadn’t released his energy, his spark, into the mech. Instead, he taunted him with the future agony as he slowly slid his fingers in and out of the mech’s groin. Stroking Red Alert’s bonding cables, causing waves of nauseating pleasure stimuli to roll through his unwilling partner.

“Come on; give me a kiss Red Alert. I know your enjoying this,” he whispered in the mech’s audios. He slid his fingers in a little deeper; rubbing, stroking, causing the Autobot to tremble against him.

“No…. Please.. Stop.. Please.. In Primus’ name..” Red Alert begged. He shook his head back and forth, trying to deny his automatic reactions. The feeling of Starscream’s bonding circuits connected to his. The soft caresses of the Seeker’s fingers stroking.. Sending waves of pleasure coursing through him..

Starscream optics lit up, he enjoyed breaking captives – both mentally and physically. He’d already broken this pathetic Autobot’s chassis, now he wanted to break his very spark. It was a fun game, a pleasurable game… Licking the energon tears from his victim’s cheek, he still held off shooting his fiery energy into the mech. He just moved his bonding circuits ever so gently, teasing the terrified mech even as his fingers stroked the mech’s own bonding circuits. “If you kiss real good, I might not rape you this time. It’s your choice,” he said in a low sensual tone.

Red Alert bit his lip, shaking with his sobs; his denial of his reactions to the Seeker’s molesting fingers and bonding circuits. Starscream was already connected with him. His bonding cables thrust deep inside him. But yet the searing agony had yet to come. The Seeker just teased him; causing waves of the nauseating pleasure stimuli to course through him. His fingers diving in deeper… Finding unmolested circuits to stroke..

The ground mech couldn’t stop himself from moaning in pleasure, even though his very core was sickened. His involuntary shudders grew in intensity, matching the pulses of Starscream’s strokes.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you Red? Come on, give me a real kiss and I’ll leave,” Starscream whispered seductively in the mech’s audios, his optics gleaming as he felt the Autobot’s resistance breaking down.

“You…You.. Won’t rape me? I just have to kiss you?” Red Alert stammered in between his moans. He fought to try to keep up his resistance, but he was afraid of the pain, of the fire that was Starscream’s spark. The waves of pleasure weakened his resolve. The Seeker said he’d just have to kiss him, that’s all.. And he’d leave..

“Yes, your best kiss, Red. Show me how it’s done,” Starscream murmured. He tried not to snicker as he thrust his hips tighter against the mech, his bonding circuits going ever deeper. This would be so enjoyable…

Unable to keep up his resistance, Red Alert willingly took Starscream’s lips. His glossa probing gently, playing with the Seeker’s, he pressed his lips tighter against his, the desperation to end the pain, end the torment; flowing through his actions. Passionately he kissed the Seeker, his chassis trembling as he gave himself to the Decepticon.

Then suddenly, fire spread through his core as the Seeker shot his energy straight through him. Starscream’s caressing fingers suddenly twisted Red Alert’s own bonding circuits, only adding to the agony. Unable to scream because his lips were locked with the Seeker’s, all Red Alert could do was writhe against him in total agony. Energon flowing freely as his bearings couldn’t handle the sudden strain. Again and again, the Seeker shot blazes of searing energy through the twitching, writhing mech. His desire mounting as he felt the mech’s terror. In a final blaze, he sent the knife of his spark into Red Alert, tearing the gentle blue spark within.

Releasing his lips just as he slid his bonding cables out of the mech, Starscream stepped back from his victim. He gazed in victory at the limp sobbing mech hanging on the wall. The energon streamed down the insides of the mech’s legs, pooling quickly on the floor beneath his feet.

“But… but.. You said you wouldn’t….. You said…” Red Alert stammered; his weak voice barely audible.

Starscream laughed, “I lied.” With that simple statement, he strolled out of the cell.

Sobbing, Red Alert hung limply. He could feel his life draining out of him as the energon flowed freely down his legs. The ghost had given him hope, but Starscream had taken it all away. He would off line soon; and simply be an empty chassis, standing above the pool of energon that had once given him life….

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Solidify

The red Seeker waltzed by the invisible spy, his arrogant cockiness making her unseen optics swirl violently to red. She wanted to so beat him, tear him into little pieces for his actions. But she knew she couldn’t dare, for she was no match for him. So silently, she fumed as she teleported back into the cell.

Her optics widened in horror at the sight of her new friend. He was hanging limply on the wall, now too weak to even shake with his sobs. His life blood, his energon; streamed down the insides of his legs, the pool beneath him widening rapidly…. She knew he was in critical condition, if she didn’t do something fast he would off line.. Without even telling him she was there, she kneeled in front of him and tore open his access panels. Diving into him with her hands, she desperately clamped off his main energon lines, shutting them off from his lower body.

But there was too much gone. Too much now on the floor. His core was almost empty. Pushing against him, she forced him up just far enough to unhook the chain. He slid down the floor into a heap, so depleted that he could not even speak. His optics wavered, almost shutting off. Kneeling over him, SunSpot arranged him so that he was one his back. Her hands running over him.. Whispering for him to hold on..

She had to get energon into him now! There was no time to go and steal some from the ship’s storage bay, so she had only two ways she could do it. She could bond with him now; filling his core directly from one of her secondaries.. But she really didn’t want to rape the battered mech. Didn’t want that to be her first experience with bonding. Didn’t want to become impregnated this quickly! Her other option was to force her intake systems to run backwards. To ‘feed’ him like a mother hawk would. By regurgitating energon into his mouth, it nauseated her slightly to think about it. But it was the only other way. And she wouldn’t be raping him, wouldn’t be getting pregnant.. So it was her only choice..

Straddling his prone form, she forced his mouth open with her fingers. Pressing her lips firmly over his, she forced her intake systems to run backwards….

Faintly, Red Alert felt the ghost’s hands within him, trying to stop his life energy from continuing to escape. But deep inside, he knew she was too late, he’d lost too much. Trying to maintain consciousness, he felt her spirit force press into him, lifting him as she unhooked him from the wall. As he crumpled to the floor, those invisible hands were on him; turning him over and laying him gently onto his back.

His core brightened, for at least he wouldn’t off line alone. His ghost friend, Spot, would guide him to the afterworld. He wanted to tell her ‘thank you’, to tell her to quit trying, for he was too far gone. She had no energon to refill his core; he would soon be joining her. But he was even too weak to do that. Then he felt her spirit press down on his hips. Pressing down on raw and torn bonding circuits now unprotected. Even as the pain rolled through his nets, he did not feel any negativity towards the ghost. He knew she didn’t realize the pain she was causing. She was only trying to help him. Why? He didn’t know. For he’d be joining her soon… He’d feel no pain once he left this battered chassis.. He could imagine the ghost straddling him… Felt her spirit hand grab his jaw, forcing his lips open. Confusion washed over him as her soft invisible lips pressed down on his…

Suddenly, sweet energon filled his mouth slowly. In shock, he gagged a little as he weakly swallowed. But the ghost’s soft lips were still pressed against his, more energon filled his mouth. His optics began to brighten as realized that somehow the spirit was feeding him with her kiss, giving him life. The taste of the energon so sweet.. So different from any he had ever consumed before. Her spirit energon flowed into him. It’s warmth radiating through his chassis. And as the kiss continued for several astrominutes, he felt his core filling, his strength returning. His optics brightened.. They widened in sheer amazement.. The ghost was giving him part of her very own energy, he was sure of that. How else could she feed him? Keep him functioning so that the Guardian could come for him.. He wanted the spirit to know his thankfulness… He wanted to feel part of the gentle ghost. So he hesitantly brushed her invisible mouth with his glossa, asking her permission…

SunSpot felt the mech getting stronger as she continued to feed him. But then a shiver ran through her as he touched her lips gently with his glossa. She’d never kissed another mech, and here he was, seemingly to be asking her too. Considering all he’d been through, she couldn’t believe this at all. But would she crush the desperate mech’s shattered spark if she pulled away in shock? Was all he wanted, was to feel like someone – even a supposedly dead mech – actually cared? Fighting back her urge to pull away, she hesitantly caressed his glossa with her own.

When he felt the ghost quit feeding him and respond to his kiss, Red Alert felt warmth radiate through him. For the least he could do, was let this dead femme remember what it was like to be alive. She was his friend, she watched his back, she’d never hurt him.. He thought it was very strange to be lip-locked with something he could not see, so shutting off his optics, he concentrated on how it felt. Those gentle lips against his torn and bruised lips, her glossa seemed hesitant, almost like it had forgotten what a kiss felt like. He began to get bolder in the ghost’s mouth, reminding her with his own glossa, of how to kiss. The ghost responded, seeming to get surer of herself.

SunSpot’s invisible optics widened in amazement as unusual sensations began to course through her air frame. His lips were so soft, his glossa now becoming more demanding. She found her confidence increasing as she copied his actions with her own. She couldn’t stop herself from stroking the side of his red helm, feeling the living metal under her fingertips as she shifted her chassis and pressed down on him. Her hidden passion, coming to the forefront of her meta. Her shyness, stayed hidden as she kissed in the comfort of her invisibility.

Red Alert felt the spirit force press down on him, her hand caressing the side of his helm. Fighting the urge to reactivate his optics, he concentrated on how the ghost felt against him. She felt solid, as if she was truly living, yet, he knew if he activated his optics he would see nothing. But it really did feel like a living femme was kissing him, was pressing herself against him. It was disconcerting for it to feel this realistic. As she slowly released his lips, he begged her “Please.. don’t leave me here.. Is there any way?...” he whispered.

SunSpot thought about it. Perhaps she could ‘haunt’ the Decepticons on this ship? Take their attentions off this poor mech for a while. Rubbing his new tears from his cheek, she sighed. “I will try to haunt them for you Red Alert.. I will try to keep them from hurting you this bad again. I’ve never .. haunted before.. though...” She knew she shouldn’t promise this action. She was a spy, not a saboteur. But she had to do something to help him. And after she sorted through the data she’d downloaded, she’d come up with a better plan.

“You’d do that.. for me?” the mech whispered. He trembled underneath her light air frame, his warmth radiating through her. Did that simple kiss mean so much to the dead femme? That simple act of just treating her as if she were still alive, was now causing her to try and protect him? It seemed so illogical, but yet strangely, it seemed to make sense in a weird way. The ghost wanted some living mech to care about her, to remember her.. Wasn’t that what it was all about? Thinking back to his life with the Autobots, he began to see how wrong he’d been. He’d let life define him, instead of the other way around. Inferno had tried to show him that, and he’d just pushed the mech away..

But he could hear the uncertainty in her voice. She was afraid to haunt.. Afraid to be around those violent functioning Decepticons… Could he really expect her to save him from more pain? Would that make him less worthy in Primus’s optics? Spot seemed so timid, so innocent.. Did he really want her to sully her pure spark on his behalf? Red Alert felt the strength of conviction roll over him, even as he heard her answer ‘yes’ to him. He’d find a way to keep the cons from damaging him this badly again. No matter what he had to do, he’d keep the ghost from having to fulfill her promise. Gulping down his nausea he realized that this meant he’d have to quit fighting.. To do as they bid.. But this was Primus’s test.. He had to endure..

“Yes,” she replied. Should she tell him that that was her first kiss? Would it make him feel more connected to ‘the ghost’? Perhaps help him to understand her if she ever chose to reveal herself for what she truly was? SunSpot felt a desperation flow through her, she needed to feel connected to some mech in this dimension.. Even if it was a beaten, battered captive with no hope other than her… “Um, Red?” she whispered as she slowly slid off him. She felt bad as she heard his slight gasp of pain, realizing that she’d touched his exposed bonding circuits. So damaged and torn. But she’d had to do it.. She had to save him. Looking up at his face she realized then that he’d kept his optics deactivated. She thought it was funny that he had turned off his optics, but she guessed it made her feel more ‘real’ to him.

He felt her spirit force slip off him, leaving him feeling cold and naked. Even though it hurt immensely to have her spirit force pressing down on his exposed circuits, he didn’t want her to move. Somehow he felt protected from the pain with the ghost as a barrier. “Spot? What is it Spot?... Please don’t go.. I didn’t mean to make you mad… I just thought…” he whispered hoarsely in a pleading tone of voice.

She didn’t move completely away, but shifted so that she lay next to him on her side. Carefully, she put an arm and leg over him, trying not to touch any of his raw circuitry again. “No, no.. you didn’t make me mad.. Just no one’s ever kissed me before.. that’s all….” she replied, her tone full of sadness.

So the dead femme had been off lined before even her first kiss? Red Alert felt tears well up in his optics. That was a worse fate than what he faced. At least he’d once known love, once had a bond mate. Granted, he didn’t know if Inferno would want him back after everything that had happened. Didn’t know if he could bear the touch of that beautiful spark on his soiled spark…. Didn’t know if he could face the mech – if Inferno had truly written him off as off-lined.. Had quit searching for him.. Had left him to endure the endless torture.. But at least he’d had the experience. He’d always been spending his time worrying about everything. Thinking everyone was against him. He’d never realized how blessed he was to have those mechs. Even if they’d ended up abandoning him in the end.. Only Primus taking notice and caring it seemed… “So.. How did you off line?” he hesitantly asked.

She sighed, “You know, I just kind’ve got lost..” and she just left it at that….

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