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Chapter contributed by : Pax

Prime Objective Part 7

Pax

Generation 1

Disclaimer: Transformers belong to Hasbro and “Market Commodity” is the child of StSE

A.N. Huge Thanks to StSE for betaing, not to mention coming up with the concept! Thanks for letting me play with the verse, not to mention play with her pairings. SS/Prime is one of my favorites anyways, which is why I was so excited that it became cannon for this fanfiction.

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Jazz chuckled where he was seated with a few of his fellows in the security room as they watched the paparazzi circling the Autobot City border like scavengers. “Leave it to a little Prime to make such a stir.” He grinned like a Cheshire cat as he took a swig of his high grade. This also gave them a chance to tease their leader about his, as dubbed by Ratchet, “heroic, but suicidal” tendencies.

Prowl flicked his door wings pragmatically. “We needed some sort of press coverage to counteract the popularity of the Decepticon clones. Now there will hopefully be a loss of profits regarding the Decepticon clones and this sudden bout of illogical behavior. ” Now they just had to worry about the risk that buying Autobot clones would set off Decepticon retribution.

“Ya’ make it sound like it was all a set up,” Jazz snorted, frown tugging at his lips, “Wasn’t nearly that neat.”

Hound nodded in agreement. “There was definitely a chance he couldn’t have made it. If First Aid hadn’t been there I doubt it would have been such a great story. He’s lucky Ratchet and Sparkplug got him stabilized.”

Prowl frowned as he remembered the young Autobot’s medic slight disturbance when he had come back from the mission with the tiny mech clone, still badly maimed and the traumatized, bawling woman who had stayed by the his side, even daring to go against Ratchet to do so. “Speaking of, has any one checked on our guest?” he requested, moving away from the screens.

Jazz shook his head. “Last I heard she was still in the med bay with Little Prime.” He glanced at Prowl guiltily, “S’pose we should go check on the little lady…”

Prowl sighed and shook his helm at his fellow officer, “I will go.” He moved out the doors and began to wander down the hall.

Soon he, Prime and a group of others would be leaving for the Moon Bases. It had nearly been three weeks since the Decepticons had annihilated the remaining forces they had stationed on Cybertron. Thankfully most of Elita and Ultra Magnus’s units had been able to make it off world ahead of the purge, joining the main force on Earth. His door wings twitched at the thought in relief. He didn’t want to think about what the loss of the others would have meant for morale.

He was not eager to leave Autobot City, knowing that it would mean ripping apart many of the fine teams that they had crafted over their years on Earth, but there was no choice. They had to take the next step against the Decepticons, no matter what. He stopped just outside the section of the med bay dedicated to the temporary patient. He nodded to Ratchet and Wheeljack who were examining the model parts they had received from a nearby production facility.

Ratchet snorted, glaring at Prowl in frustration as he attempted to wave Wheeljack’s hands away. The last thing they needed was for any of the parts to break. It had been hard enough to fix some of the crushed internals of a mech the size of a human. It would be even more difficult should something go wrong with one of his replacement parts.

He ignored Wheeljack’s pout when he took the leg away from the inventor, checking to make sure that the joints worked properly. It was like checking a protoform for any defects before sparking, the medic reasoned. He didn’t think that the human who had come in with the clone would allow him to skimp on any of the treatment anyways, not that he’d allow it either. He let Prowl pass through, having had no orders from the current guest in the room to not allow anyone else in.

Prowl stopped outside the room as he heard the gentle thunder of his commander’s voice. He listened in secret, then a slight smile tugged at his lips and he left. He would leave this one to his commander. Prime could handle this and Prowl was sure that Optimus had a few questions about the being, especially with the memory echoes that appeared to be affecting many of their kind.

“He’s doing well?” The Prime examined his miniature, keeping his voice quiet so as to not startle the woman. He winced at the still decimated condition of his miniature duplicate and hoped that Wheeljack and Ratchet would be ready with the substitute limbs soon. They didn’t want to attempt a frame transfer due to the fact that no one knew what would happen to the meta of the current clone if they did.

She let out an undignified snort. Orion was missing his arms and legs! How could the Autobot commander ask a question like that? She waited for herself to calm down, then she nodded. “The medic…Ratchet,” she finally remembered. “He said that he had him stabilized, but that he needed to rest and stay here for a few days so he and the other medic could watch him.” Her fingers traced the facemask that protected her gentle clone’s face and felt tears rise up once more. “He did nothing but protect me and that…that BRUTE nearly butchered him for it!” she hissed. She had almost lost him…

Prime winced and looked down. “I apologize. We did not think it would go the way that it did.” And it had nearly gotten a whole city destroyed. They hadn’t expected the ferocity of Megatron’s reaction when he had figured out that his plan did not work. At least the megalomaniac hadn’t gone after the Trakersly’s. Or perhaps their promptness in stationing certain gestalts near those particular humans had stymied that idea before it could blossom? This particular attack had been very close to Daniel Trakersly’s home, and the Protectobots headquartered nearby. Maybe Megatron’s true target hadn’t been this innocent bystander and her unfortunate clone – but the owners of the company that produced the Autobot clones?

In his rage, the Decepticon might have considered the Protectobots softer potential adversaries. Megatron may be many things – but afraid of a fight wasn’t one of them! Not that it made the ordeal any easier to deal with, “He was brave,” Optimus attempted in comfort. Of all things, the fact that his clones showed his same tendency towards selflessness in the face of mortal danger made him proud. No matter the muttered comments that Ratchet made concerning over-eager heroics. He tensed when it seemed to be the wrong thing to say by the change in her body language.

Her hands clenched and she had to stop herself from snapping at the gigantic mech. What use was their thinking now?! What did their opinions matter? She had almost lost him! Could still lose him! “All he wanted to do was take me out for my birthday…” she mumbled, gazing up at him. “But I’ve never seen him so aggressive before. He was more than ready to fight the mech.”

She returned to stroking her clone’s faceplates. She had imagined speaking to the Autobot leader from time to time, but she had never dreamed of it going even remotely like this. She had expected to be awed and honored, instead she found her rage directed at him for his short sightedness. He had been fighting the other for over nearly four millennia if he was to be believed, how could he have been so wrong about his enemy’s actions?

Prime frowned behind him facial plating in much the same way his miniature did. “Have…there been any other unexplained episodes?” he inquired softly. He met her eyes, needing to know the truth. If the replica was having any memory echoes he had to know. There was too much that he knew…If his copies had inherited that knowledge and the Decepticons found out it could be devastating. He had to know and if worst came to worst…His clones would have to be reprogrammed at best or completely destroyed and taken off the market.

She shook her head. “This was the first time. It seemed like seeing Megatron attacking us – triggered them,” she admitted. She didn’t recognize the slight relief in his form. Before the conversation could continue Ratchet came in, tray carrying the delicate limbs.

“We’re ready to attach them.” He nodded to the human female, sending Prime a significant glance.

Prime returned it with a subtle shake of his head and offered his hand to the woman. “You have not eaten in a while; perhaps it would be best for one of my soldiers to accompany you to the city so that you many find something.”

She tensed, readying for a fight. Unfortunately it was prematurely foiled as her stomach growled. She still stood her ground though, even as the ambulance transformer fixed her with the most fearsome stare she had ever seen. When the medic wouldn’t budge she knew she had to rethink her strategy. She resorted to the time honored female tradition of biting her lip, tears welling into her eyes. She hadn’t used the maneuver since she was little, so all she could hope was that she wasn’t out of practice.

“Get out before I throw you out!” Ratchet snapped, unaffected. Due to his miniature size it was going to be difficult enough to piece the poor clone back together, he didn’t need someone looking over his shoulder questioning his every move. He snorted at Wheeljack who had come in from the other side, glaring when the inventor waggled a finger at him in reprimand.

Optimus gathered her up in his hand before there could be any further protests. He made sure she was delicately balanced in the middle of his hand as they stepped into the hustle and bustle of ordinary life for the Autobots. He was quick to use some of the less used hallways, knowing their guest had caused quite the stir when she had been brought in. His spark skipped a pulse as he caught a glance of his valued partner and called to her through their bond.

Elita perked up and hurried towards him, waving goodbye to Chromia and Firestar. She raised an optic brow when she caught a glimpse of the human in his palm. ‘Is that her?’ she asked over their comlink. Rumors had been flying ever since First Aid had brought in a clone and the owner, especially since it had been one of her lover’s doubles.

‘It is. Would…you mind taking her to the city to get something to eat? I still need to speak with Ratchet about our other…guest,’ Prime responded. They needed to run quite a few tests on the clone’s meta to make sure that everything was indeed right.

‘Of course.’ Elita smiled. ‘I’ll be sure to keep her busy,’ she promised.

“Ms. Owens, I’d like to introduce you to my bond mate, Elita One,” Prime offered, holding her up to optic height with the femme commander.

Kylie looked surprised. “Bond mate?” she asked softly, blushing. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said hurriedly, attempting to cover her faux pas.

“Nice to meet you as well,” Elita said softly, moving to take the tiny human from her mate. “Would you join me for lunch?” she requested charmingly.

Kylie was quick to shake her head. “I can’t! I have to-!”

“I can assure you, your clone is in the most capable hands,” Elita informed her smoothly. “After all, that grumpy old medic has been taking care of my Optimus for the better part of a few millennia now.” She winked playfully at the human. With a nod to her mate, she walked towards the entrance of Autobot city, soothing the Lilliputian in her palm and quieting her protests.

Optimus felt his optics soften and his engine purred softly as he watched his mate. She was always so strong and beautiful…He shook his head. Unfortunately the Autobot commander had more important things to deal with right now.

He went back to the med bay and sighed as he watched one of his most trusted friends work on…himself, really. It was beyond disturbing see yourself on the table, even with the knowledge that it wasn’t truly you.

“Well?” he asked Wheeljack softly as the engineer removed the clone’s helm, revealing the memory ports and neural circuitry.

“Should be easy enough to hook up,” the grey mech said simply. “Just don’t know how exactly this is gonna work,” he chuckled nervously. It was after all just a prototype. Meta scanning wasn’t exactly looked kindly on amongst the Autobots, who preferred to have the ability to think and feel freely without the risk of it being recorded and monitored. He glanced up and wilted at the glares of his bond mate and commander. “There should be no damage,” he reassured quickly.

Ratchet snorted as he reattached the clone’s other leg, testing it with a few jolts to make sure it flexed and the cogs whirled properly. There would be no lasting damage physically and for that he was grateful. He hadn’t lost anyone or had any permanent damage since coming to Earth and he certainly wasn’t going to lose his current streak due to one slaggin’ little clone too stupidly brave for his own good. He felt the urge to throw his wrench at his commanding officer, just KNOWING this was the Prime’s fault. Where else could the clone have gotten it after all?

As if sensing his CMO’s intentions Optimus moved closer to Wheeljack, examining the way the other mech plugged in the delicate wiring to miniature meta. He knew it wasn’t right to go into another’s processor, but this was for the safety of the future owners of the Optimus Prime doubles, as well as the clones themselves. At least that was what Prime was telling himself. He sighed when Ratchet finished with the limbs and Wheeljack gave him the thumbs up, waiting for Prime’s signal to access the files in the hidden memory banks.

“Do you want us to leave, Optimus?” Ratchet knew that some of these memories would be far more sensitive, emotionally, than he and his bond mate could imagine. After all even his leader was due some privacy.

Blue optics widened as he shook his helm. “No,” he whispered softly. “I trust that you two will not disclose anything that comes out in this room.” He signaled Wheeljack to flip the switch, watching the monitors that the clone was hooked too, waiting for the memory echoes to appear on screen.

“We’ll start with the most recent and move backwards,” Wheeljack informed the two as he started the machine, “But that doesn't mean that memory echoes won’t be thrown in there as well.” He and Ratchet watched the vital monitors the medic had hooked to Orion, needing to make sure that they didn’t overheat the clone’s systems.

Optimus watched the clone closely, rage burning as the sight of his leering, clone-fluid stained nemesis. Then the memories began to move back, and all three mechs became disturbed and embarrassed as images covered the screen of the clone’s human mistress in indecent positions. They knew what the clones had been made for, but it was disgusting, not to mention mortifying, to see proof of the acts. Optimus’s optics were drawn back to the screen though as the image of Kylie began to fade in and out, soon replaced with his own beloved’s frame. So it was starting…

His pump skipped a beat as images began to flash around the screen, his memories mixing and melding with the clone’s. Most of the images he could remember just from the single moment that it showed, his reuniting with Elita One, waking up on Earth, his first true battle against Megatron, choosing his officers and team, when he became Prime; there was nothing extraordinary about the memories. For that he was thankful. A total recall on the clones would just lead to uneasiness among consumers and he could just imagine the rush of the media.

He tensed as it began to move even further back than that and his pump skipped beats at the older images of his love, prior to her upgrade to her current form. Back when he had been promoted from a simple dock clerk to a file clerk in the main Iaconian library.

It completely ceased to function when he saw a flash of silver wings, ruby optics, images that made his spark clench and he hurried to cut off the machine; a wave of alleviation when the screen blipped to black. He didn’t need to bring to mind that particular memory, not after he had fought so hard to bury it.

“Think we should have Smokescreen examine the readings?” Wheeljack wondered. “It might give us more information regarding the memory echoes,” he mused as he slowly unhooked the clone from the machine, having not really gathered anything from the session. Not that, he mused, he was exactly supposed to.

“No, I think I’ve gathered what exactly they are,” Prime whispered. “Times when we feel exceptionally strong- whether it be love, hate, trust,” Or betrayal, his meta supplied, shuddering at the memory of Starscream’s hurt, enraged features. “It doesn’t appear that there is anything imperative regarding our mission or our future plans,” he watched Ratchet move the clone towards a more secluded area of the med bay. “I’ll inform Elita that it’s safe to bring back his owner.” He paused in contacting his mate, glancing at Ratchet. “Is there an estimated time that he’ll be online?”

“Give it half a solar cycle, or even a full one,” Ratchet responded. If he was disturbed by anything he just saw he certainly wasn’t showing it. “Shouldn’t hurt to have her in here with him though,” The medic said simply. “Might be easier on the rest of us too,” he snarled, though there was no venom to it.

Prime smiled at his CMO. “I’m sure she- we’ll appreciate it,” he remarked playfully, chuckling as he hurried out of the med bay.

“Slagger,” Ratchet quipped as he made sure that the clone was comfortable. “And you’re the same type of little slagger aren’t you?” he questioned his smallest patient yet besides Blaster’s cassettes. “If you come in here again don’t think I won’t borrow Sparkplug’s wrench to throw at that thick helm of yours.”

Wheeljack laughed softly and shook his head, vocal indicators blinking in amusement. “It doesn’t work on the real one,” he quipped. “Why would it work on this one?”

“Hush, you,” Ratchet snorted, though his lips did twitch into a smirk. He checked the vitals machine once more, frowning as he heard the amazingly familiar pitter-patter of heavy combat peds. “Unless you’re dying I suggest you get the frag out!” He shouted grabbing his wrench in preparation as Sideswipe rounded the corner.

“Aww, come on Ratchet!” he teased playfully, attempting to look around him in order to see his newest patient. “I just want to see him! I’m not gonna cause any trouble!” The Autobot prankster gave his favorite vic-medic the most innocent, sky-opticed grin that he had managed in his long career.

“Trouble is SYNONYMOUS your name,” Ratchet countered, moving a curtain around the mech. “And YOU will not be bothering my guests,” he paused as Elita came in with the new human. He shoved Sideswipe a little roughly, nodding to the two femmes as they passed into the curtained off area. “And if I even hear a whisper of you going in there and messing with MY PATIENT, you had better hope that Prowl gets to you first!” He snapped.

Kylie watched the two and winced as, after some slight cajoling on Sideswipe’s part, the sports car was rewarded with a wrench upside the helm. She looked up at her escort. “Is it always like this here?” She climbed off the femme’s hand, clutching a light orange blanket that she had bought by a mom and pop store by where they had eaten. She hurried to tuck Orion in, wanting him to be as warm and comfortable as he could possibly be in the setting.

“Mostly,” Elita replied teasingly. Her optics softened as she watched the human woman pamper her clone and a bit of her spark warmed to know that the poor being was so well taken care of and loved. “It looks like Ratchet was able to successfully reattach everything,” she commented, doing a quick scan of the clone’s systems and exterior. “I’ll leave you be for now.” Elita smiled and nodded to Kylie and her bond mate’s unconscious clone. Once she emerged from the curtain she fixed a steely glare on Sideswipe, a cold smile coming across her features. “Our guests would like to rest.”

Thankfully the hard line model took the hint and was quick to get out of the med bay. As scary as Ratchet was, no mech wanted a femme mad at him, or even worse a femme and her group of friends. The femme commander nodded to Ratchet with a wink once the prankster was gone and she headed off to meet her mate, eager to know how it had gone.

Ratchet chuckled and nodded, dimming the lights of the med bay to make the room more comfortable, knowing that the human woman must be exhausted by now. He motioned for Wheeljack to follow him and together they left for a cube.

Kylie relaxed when all the noises ceased and the room darkened. As much as she hated to admit it, she was worn out. She looked at the other bed beside Orion, but shook her head. She needed to feel him, needed to hear the whirr of his engines to make sure that he was still with her. She just hoped the medic wouldn’t mind. She crawled under the blanket, orienting herself so that there was no chance that she would chance catching on any of the wires that were connected to his frame. She nuzzled into his side and wrapped her arms around him tightly. She took a deep breath, inhaling the unwashed cloth and metallic fragrance of her lover’s frame. She tightened her grip, moving to press her ear against his chassis. The gentle whirr of his ventilators and the gentle beat of his fuel pump had to be the most reassuring sounds that she had ever heard.

Before she could stop herself she began to cry softly, even as she attempted to muffle it. She brought the blanket above her head as she pressed her forehead into his shoulder armor. Tears began to stream down her face as she gasped and her body shuddered. She needed the cry, there had been no time for it before though; there was no way that she was going to blubber in front of a group of alien robots. She didn’t know how long she shed her tears, eventually falling to the dark forgetful promise of sleep. But the next thing she remembered was a pair of arms wrapped around her, a thick fingered hand stroking her hair lovingly.

She jerked away. Her eyes widened and filled with tears once more. “Orion…” Her hand went up to caress her lover’s face plate. He was awake…! He was awake and okay! Her heart felt like it was going to detonate.

Orion hurried to move the face plate, relishing in her warm touch, so unlike the final horrific sensations that he could still remember within those last few minutes. He nuzzled his face against hers, attempting to absorb every bit of her that he could feel. Ignoring the wires that tugged on his frame – he pulled her even closer. She was safe…She had been saved from that maniac.

He began to check her arms now that she was awake. He had been hesitant to scrutinize her when she was asleep, knowing that she was exhausted. Now, however, he was free to look her over as he wished. He examined her eagerly, noting any minor bruising or cuts. He only relaxed fully when he noted that there was nothing life threatening regarding any of her injuries.

“You’re okay,” he whispered softly, wrapping his arms around him even tighter.

“So are you,” she murmured back, pressing her forehead back up against his. “How are you feeling?”

“Think I need some oil,” Orion admitted. His joints were tight and squeaky. It was difficult to get his arms and legs positioned exactly the way he wanted them too.

“I’ll see if the medic has any on him when he comes back,” she promised softly, moving her arms so she could rub his joints.

“Medic?” he wondered softly, looking around their surroundings for the first time. “Where are we?”

“Autobot headquarters,” she whispered. “They took us back here after they beat Megatron off.” Her hands moved to stroke his audios. She jumped at the sounds of peds and she scrambled up, not wanting to be caught in such an intimate act. She winced and covered her eyes as the lights came on, bathing themed bay in blinding brightness. She was still seeing spots when her eyes did manage to adjust, though she certainly wasn’t expecting when the curtain was pulled open. She was relieved when it was the red and white medic. A frown crossed her face though at the two mechs who flanked him. One she remembered as the ambulance that brought her here, but the other she didn’t recognize at all and he certainly didn’t look like a medical vehicle.

“Excuse me,” Ratchet murmured. He gestured to the two mechs behind him. “These are my apprentices. First Aid and Swoop, though I know you’ve already met First Aid.” The face masked transformer nodded his head and Kylie was sure he was smiling.

“It’s good to see that Ratchet was able to successfully put you back together,” The apprentice shot his master a sly look. “He wouldn’t let anyone else do it.”

Ratchet shot him a warning glance, motioning for the two mechs to follow him. “I hope you don’t mind if we have a teaching session.” He looked between Kylie and Orion expectantly, not wanting to do anything that would make the two nervous.

Kylie looked at Orion nervously, she supposed she didn’t mind if he didn’t…

Orion nodded, somehow knowing he was in good hands. Another part of him also told him that, in the interest of self-preservation, he should agree with whatever the medic had planned. He paused in moving the orange blanket, rubbing the material between his fingers lovingly, folding it up and handing it to Kylie. “Where are you going to start?” he wondered, genuinely curious about how exactly the process was going to go.

Kylie took the blanket and held it to her close as she moved behind the human style hospital bed they had brought in.

Ratchet nodded and motioned for First Aid and Swoop to stand beside him. “We’ll start this like a regular examination.” It was clear to Kylie that the statement was as much for Orion as the two younger mechs flanking him. Kylie leaned in close as well as they began their assessment, wondering exactly what the inner workings of her mech were like.

An hour later all four students in the room had been thoroughly versed regarding the inner anatomy of clones and the differences between them and regular Cybertronians. At least now, Kylie mused, all she had to do was ask the team to help them with some of their minor medical procedures regarding her partner and then she’d be able to take care of any minor problems that arose regarding his upkeep. She examined the oiler that Ratchet has used to loosen up the new joints. She wondered if she would be able to find something like that in the common hardware store.

“Now, any other questions?” Ratchet examined his two under studies expectantly. “No? Good.” He nodded. “Then I expect you should be able to fix them up from now on if they get caught in the crossfire again,” he stated in a tone that booked no argument.

Kylie fought to keep herself from laughing as the two younger mechs bobbed their head agreeably, making sure to leap at the attempts to impress their mentor at every turn. She did note favorably that most of the time they also worked to help each other as well. She moved to squeeze her lover’s hand, jumping when her cell phone rang. She blushed and apologized to the three in the room, moving away so that she could answer.

Orion watched her with soft optics, smiling up at the three medics. “Thank you all. I’m sure I owe you quite the debt,” he rumbled softly. “I don’t want to think what would have happened had I been in less capable hands than the best.” A little buttering up never hurt anyone - or at least that was what he had learned from watching Joseph and the others. Especially when you wanted to get out of a situation you weren’t comfortable in. He certainly didn’t want to be in the med bay if he was fixed up now, he was sure the elder medic didn’t want a fully capable being in his med bay.

Swoop and First Aid beamed while Ratchet attempted to hide his amusement. “That silver glossa of yours isn’t going to get you out of here faster,” he warned, though his optics twinkled a bit. “We’ll release you when we deem ready,” he advised. “So take some handy advice.” He wagged his finger in front of the clone’s face. “Listen to what you’re told and don’t even think that you can sneak out.” His optics glinted dangerously. “It’s a far way to where you come from.”

Orion grinned sheepishly before it disappeared and he was just nodding desperately to show that he understood. Yes, definitely didn’t want to get on the wrong side of this mech. It was more than likely far worse for the mech than any injury inflicted by the enemy, of that he was sure. He tried to ignore the chortlings of Swoop and First Aid.

Ratchet smirked, but waited for Kylie to come back. “We do need to run a few more tests regarding his meta just to make sure that everything goes smoothly, so we’ll have to put you into a enforced recharge state so we can monitor the waves.”

“But…he just woke up.” Kylie bit her lip, not wanting her clone to go back to sleep.

“It’ll be okay Kylie.” Orion patted her hand gently not wanting to worry her. “I’m sure Ratchet wouldn’t insist if it wasn’t important.” He smiled up at her reassuringly.

“Indeed,” Ratchet snorted. Well he certainly had Prime’s diplomacy now didn’t he? Ratchet nodded to the human woman. “We’ll leave you with a few minutes before we continue.”

Kylie sighed as the three excused themselves temporarily, gazing down at her lover, not at all at ease with his calm act. “I don’t like it,” she mumbled softly, rubbing her nose against his cheek plating. She didn’t want him leaving again.

“I’m sure it won’t be for that long,” he mumbled as he returned her nuzzling, wondering if the mechs were watching. He just wanted it to be clear that she belonged to him and was therefore off limits. He truly didn’t want her going near any of the mechs, especially the ones with red and yellow paint jobs. He didn’t know why those two colors set them on edge the way they did, all he knew is that they were bad news and he’d offline before he let them near his precious love. He let his face mask slide back and kissed her with a dominate growl, trailing nips down her neck when she didn’t protest. A confident smirk crossed his face plate as he slid his mouth piece back into place with one last innocent nuzzle. He had nibbled hard enough to mark the skin, and in about half an hour or so they’d show up bright and clear, a warning to any other mech who approached her.

Kylie closed her eyes in pleasure as she enjoyed Orion’s ministrations, not thinking that there was any ulterior motive behind them. “If you’re sure,” she mumbled softly. She attempted to look at the bright side. It’d give her time to deal with the call she had just received anyways.

He nodded. “I’m sure.” He rubbed his thumb over her cheek bone, taking her hand. “Just…stay with me until I pass out?” he whispered hopefully.

Kylie’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline as she she beamed. “Of course,” she whispered, kissing his face plate gently and squeezing his hand. She giggled when his engine gave off a strong rev, sighing when the medics returned.

“Alright, ready?” Ratchet asked as First Aid and Swoop brought some machines forward.

“As I’ll ever be,” Orion admitted, tightening his grip on Kylie’s hand a bit. He tried his best not to pay attention as the medic slowly moved to turn him off, instead focusing on the chocolate doe eyes of his lover. All he remembered was that one last smile, then everything went dark.

Unfortunately when he came online again Orion found himself alone, orange blanket tucked in carefully around him once more. He uncurled his hand when he realized that a piece of paper had been stuffed into it and smiled, easily recognizing the handwriting.

Went to town to pick up some things for our stay, back later.

Keep yourself entertained and out of trouble.

Love you,

Kylie

He traced the lipstick mark left on the paper, then stowed it in his cab. He noted that there were a few leafs of loose paper on the bed table next to him as well as pencils and erasers, not to mention the fact that his curtain had been left open so he had a clear view of the med bay. He knew who had the tools there; he just wondered where exactly she had found them. He picked them up slowly. They certainly weren’t the caliber he was used to, but they would have to do for now.

Orion first attempted to sketch Ratchet, starting with the basic design, slowly attempting to build the frame around it. He scowled when he wasn’t able to remember the way the medic’s armor exactly fit onto his body. The clone endeavored three times to fit it as he thought it should. He crumpled up the paper, tossing it away in disgust. He still wasn’t good enough to just create something out of thin air; he still needed a model…

He perked when someone entered the med bay, blushing deeply at the feminine voices as they chatted amongst themselves. He stared in awe as three gorgeous femmes entered the med bay, remarking on the shooting range and targets from what he could understand of what they said. His pump missed a beat as he was able to catch a glance of the femme that seemed to be their leader. He gaped for a moment, and then seemed to realize how rude he was being. Pulling the blanket over his head with a yank, he hoped that the beauties hadn’t seen him. He peeked out once he was sure no one had noticed him, admiring the curves of slimmer Cybertronians. They weren’t as pretty as Kylie, but he couldn’t deny that he was drawn to them…He ducked under his blankets again when the pink femme with the crown turned, hiding before she could see him. The femme was beyond enticing to him, but he couldn’t remember why. He had never seen her previous to this occasion after all. The shy clone gazed back down at the paper, a stroke of genius hitting him. But…would the gorgeous Cybertronian mind? He gathered his orange blanket on his shoulders, speaking up.

“E-Excuse me?” he chirped in a hushed tone. He bit his lip when the three didn’t respond. He gripped the blanket even tighter, taking in a deep breath. “Miss! Excuse me!” he tried, louder this time. Still no reaction, though it was no surprise since his change was about the volume of a regular speaking voice for a human. He bit his lip and gazed down at his lap hopelessly. There was no way he could talk to the three...He jerked when they began to leave. No! He couldn’t miss the chance! “EXCUSE ME!”

The three femmes stopped at the yell and turned around from the door they were about to exit. All three looked shocked, but that was soon broken when Moonracer began to coo softly.

“He’s awake!” she giggled, hurrying towards him. She bent down to see him better, giggling as the miniature version of Prime fought the need to pull the blankets over himself to hide from the three sets of optics focusing on him.

“Moonracer!” Chromia shook her head. “Everyone has strict orders not to bother him!” She couldn’t deny her own curiosity though as she came close as well. The femmes had been wondering how exactly the little clones functioned, since they had only heard about them a few human weeks ago. The blue femme certainly wanted to find one of Ironhide’s clones, just to tease her bond mate about them.

Elita One shook her head at the both of them. “How can we help you?” She beamed winningly, optics a soft baby blue as she examined Orion. He truly was just the pinnacle of delightfulness. There was always the additional bonus of being able to tease her bond mate, but that would come later.

“I-I like to draw, but I need a model because I can’t just draw from memory yet, but I can’t find anything I like to draw and-and-W-Would you…sit for me?!” He worried the blanket between his fingers as he babbled, more self-conscious than he had thought possible. He didn’t know Cybertronian etiquette and he truly hoped that the beauty wouldn’t be offended at all by his request.

Elita stopped and her optics widened. She shared a glance with Chromia and Moonracer, noting that the both of her soldiers were attempting to not to coo and laugh at the shy, innocent being. She shook her head, looking at Orion. “I’d be honored,” she informed him, winking an optic playfully. He really was just too adorable. She shushed and shooed her warriors when they began to express amusement at her decision. “Go on you two. Our mission doesn’t start until tomorrow, so off you go!” She pointed out the med bay doors playfully. “I’m going to be busy for a little while.”

“Uh-oh, better warn Optimus he’s being replaced!” Moonracer teased as she and Chromia went out of the medbay, laughing all the way.

Elita shook her head, grinning excitedly at the clone. “Ignore them,” she reassured gently, taking the chair Ratchet usually kept behind his desk. “Where would you like me?” The femme felt a rush of pride as Orion glanced at her in awe, describing exactly how he would like her to sit

The mech clone blushed as the smiling femme commander posed for him, hands folded in her lap, head tilted slightly to the left. Her presence was soothing to him when Kylie wasn’t around and she seemed to like him well enough to sit and pose for him.

Elita beamed as the tiny clone worked eagerly. He was so delightful! He reminded the pink femme of a much younger Orion, unburdened by the strains of leadership. Her optics softened as his face scrunched up in concentration and she could just picture his dentals chewing on his lower lip.

She tensed as the door slid open, finely tuned audios judging the steps and the weight of the being that made them, relaxing.

“Swoop?” she asked the Dinobot medic calmly, happily waving Swoop closer when he hesitated to approach the two.

The pterodactyl smiled timidly. “Me Swoop need to check him, Prime clone,” he whispered apologetically, crested helm tilting in a nod.

Orion looked up, surprised, realizing that it was time for his daily check up. He wondered if there was some way that he could get out of it, but knew that even if he managed to talk his way out of it with the gentle Dinobot, there was no way that Ratchet would let it slide. He’d probably just think up more gruesome tests for the clone. He looked up at the femme that had been posing for him. “Um…w-would you…” He looked down bashfully at his drawing pad.

“I’ll come back once you’re done. I need to speak with Ultra Magnus and Optimus concerning the newest operations.” Elita winked at the tiny clone playfully, heading towards the officer lounge.

Orion beamed happily, looking at Swoop, “Is Kylie back yet?” he wondered shyly, missing his lover something fierce.

Swoop glanced at Orion surprised, smiling. “She come back from city soon,” he squawked reassuringly as he performed a few minor tests. “Her just need to pick up some few human things,” The Dinobot medic hummed softly, monitoring the results closely. “Me Swoop see that you mark female though. Her not going to be very happy,” he clucked, chuckling. “Her Carly always get mad when him, Spike, mark mate.”

Orion felt heat spread along his face plates and he looked away from the medic. “I…have no idea what you’re talking about,” he attempted as innocently as he could. He blushed even harder at the snort he received in answer.

“You little Prime not good as liar as Big Prime.” Swoop clicked his glossa against the roof of his mouth in the human sign of reprimand. “And Big Prime not good liar to start off with,” the Dinobot chuckled.

Orion could feel his whole frame burn a deep crimson. He had to seriously worry about overheating. “She’s mine,” he rumbled firmly, images of red and yellow still filling him with jealousy. “No one else should be approaching her. That just helps,” he reasoned, gazing up at the Dinobot with serious optics, voice echoing with the same firmness.

Swoop shook his crested helm good naturedly. “Not bad to share partner,” he admitted softly as he began to gently poke and prod the mech clone to see that everything had taken like it should have. “Sometimes can be lot of fun,” he chuckled, thinking of his own red and orange lover. True the older mech liked to play around with Springer and Arcee, but the sports car always came back to him, ready and willing to share what he had learned. And just like he shared the sports car, the sports car shared him with his fellow medic-in-training.

Orion stopped at the gentle look that came into the Dinobot’s optics. “But…” he mumbled, not quite knowing how to take the Dinobot’s words.

Swoop’s grin widened. “Besides, in war can never tell what happen. We share that so that if something happen, we sure that ones we love will be alright and have someone else.” He tapped the clone’s helm with one of his giant fingers, one optic flashing in a wink. “Comforting,” he cooed.

Orion scowled heavily under his face mask as the Dinobot left, looking down at the sketch of Elita. The words didn’t compute in his meta, and the concept was far too foreign.

Share Kylie?! That was insanity in the making! After the all, the only person she needed was him!

…Right?

He stopped as he began to think about Joseph and his clones. They had all looked so happy together, but he didn’t want to be left out like Hermes had been! Juno didn’t seem to mind sharing, but she didn’t seem to mind sharing other clones either!

He could still recall the thoughtful gleam that had come into his lover’s features when they had talked about a second, though she had been quick to dismiss it for him. But what if she really did want one? He shook his head. Of course she didn’t want one. But what would happen if something did happen to him?! She’d be alone.

All alone.

He couldn’t let that happen! He clenched the blanket in his hands as her sleeping tear-stained features clouded his meta. What if the Autobots hadn’t been able to save him? Would Joseph just have gotten her a new clone to replace him? He bristled. If there was one thing he DID NOT WANT, it was a clone that he didn’t know coming to take care of Kylie! If anything he’d be the one to train the clone on how exactly to take care of her and to make sure they were a good match!

He looked up at the sound of footsteps, meta made up as Jazz came in with his lover. He noted that her arms held a few more bags and he fought to get up to help her with them, glaring as the visored mech pushed him down again with one finger.

“Don’t wanna go disconnectin’ any of those.” The special ops winked his visor, helping Kylie put them on the bed by his. “Ya need me again little lady, don’t hesitate to call.” He bowed to her in his lighthearted, charming manner and then headed out, whistling as he went.

Orion narrowed his optics as Kylie blushed a bit. Well that mech’s clones were off the acceptable list! Now he just had to think of a way to bring it up…directly would most certainly be best.

“K-Kylie…” The woman looked over, smiling happily at Orion as she waited for him to continue. “I’ve…been thinking about what you said.”

“About what?” The brunette wondered, wiping the sweat from her tan skin.

“About sharing,” he murmured softly, reaching for her hand.

She raised an eyebrow at him, squeezing his hand gently as she attempted to remember what she had said about sharing. “Oh? And?” She slipped away to pick up the tea cup she had just bought, wanting to show him the smooth ceramic.

“I’d like to go pick out another clone.”

He winced as he watched the tea cup slip from her hands and smash along the med bay floor.

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