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

One deck below him, a living ghost’s audios picked up his blood-curdling scream of agony. Knowing that she truly did not want to witness what they were doing to her friend, yet knowing she couldn’t live with herself if she didn’t see, she teleported up to him. As she came into primary phase, she pressed herself against the wall of the bridge, the invisible Seeker horrified to her core by what was happening in front of her.

Two powerful green mechs had Red Alert pinned between them, forcing him to take their energy and their sparks at the same time. The look of sheer agony was on his face as he writhed and spasmed uncontrollably as he screamed. SunSpot felt total rage burn within her, for the poor mech had been willing to endure bonding with con-after-con – but two of the terrors at once? Could his systems even handle it?

Biting down hard on her lip, she forced herself not to jump and blindly attack. She was no match for these cons. But what could she do? How could she keep Red Alert from the other two doing this to him? He couldn’t take this much longer! Why wouldn’t they just be satisfied with what his systems could handle!?!

Delving into the data in her meta, she scanned the Galactic maps. Glancing down at the navigation console next to her, she cross-referenced their current location to her maps. There was a star system close enough for her to fly them too with minimal teleport. Within it was an asteroid belt and several rocky planets. Where they could hide until Red Alert had gotten his strength back for the long trek back to Autobot territory.

Now that she knew where to go, how could she keep the cons from simply following and taking them both prisoners? She thought hard, Cringing as she saw her friend collapse gasping on the floor, the con snickering to give him just ten astrominutes to ‘cool down’. She had ten astrominutes to come up with something. But she was a spy, not a saboteur! But she had to do something!

Realizing that her strength lay with her hacking abilities, SunSpot came up with an idea. She prayed desperately that it would work! Using her wireless linkup she connected her meta back with the ship’s mainframe. Slamming effortlessly through its extensive firewalls again, her living meta dove into its very core.. Its very base programming..
Quickly, she designed an electronic worm. Her creative meta endowing it with abilities to modify and adapt as it disrupted – far surpassing this dimension’s mechs experience with such worms. Hitching it onto the navigational programs she let it flow into the system. It would activate as soon as her meta disconnected. Grinning sadistically as she considered what was fixing to happen as she cutoff her link with the mainframe…

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Long Haul was just reaching down to grab the sobbing slave when suddenly the ship lurched to port. “What in Vector Sigma?!?” he shrieked as he dove back to the pilot’s station and started frantically pushing buttons.

Suddenly, alarms went off everywhere as it seemed like every system in the ship glitched. Cursing, the four mechs on duty completely forgot about the slave sobbing on the floor as they frantically tried to figure out what was happening. Yelling at each other, they began to accuse each other of screwing up, even as they tried to fix it.

Biting back his sobs, Red Alert looked up in amazement. The ship’s computer system was in total chaos. The Seekers ran in, everyone screaming at each other in confusion.

“Get this freagin’ slave back to his cell!” Starscream shrieked as he grabbed the mech and pushed him towards Skywarp.

The purple Seeker wrapped his arms around him and teleported into the cell, dumping the slave on the floor in a heap and teleporting immediately back to the bridge.

For a second, Red Alert lay there in total shock at what had happened. Then he felt the comforting arms of his invisible friend surrounding him. “Are you going to be ok Red?” she asked softly. The ship lurched suddenly to starboard, the alarms still blaring.

Trembling he nodded as he groaned in pain when he tried to sit up. She pushed him back to the floor, her gentle fingers taking a quick assessment of the damage done to his bonding circuits. The damage was quite extensive. The mech must be in total agony. But there was no time to repair them. No time to make him slightly more comfortable. “I can’t fix these now, you’re going to have to wait until we stop, ok?” she told him. Gently, she closed and latched his codpiece, tucking the torn circuitry within.

Trying not to move as the wave of agony coursed over him, Red Alert clenched his hands as the dead medic latched his codpiece. He gritted his jaws as the torn circuits were pressed together within him. Rushing air into his intakes, he forced himself to endure the continuing pain from his damage. She’d repair him when she could. But what were her plans? “Until we stop? Did you do this?” Red Alert asked weakly as the ship lurched to the port.

“Um, ya, I kind’ve screwed up their main frame. It was all I could think of doing when I heard your screams. I couldn’t let it continue… I’m sorry I couldn’t do more,” she seemed to stammer over her words, like she was nervous.

He grunted with pain as he struggled to his feet and leaned heavily against the wall. He couldn’t believe the ghost was capable of screwing up an entire main frame! “Well, my compliments, this is a heck of a haunting,” he told the empty room. He couldn’t help but chuckle as the ship bucked to the other side. Those cons were really having a bad day cycle now! “So what’s your plan now?” he asked the empty cell. He grimaced in pain as his bonding circuits were pressed as he swayed with the ship.

“Um, I’m going to transform. If you’ll wrap the chains around my nose, I think you’ll be secure enough for the flight,” she said softly. His audios picked up the unmistakable sound of transformation.

Feeling for the invisible Seeker, his hand touched her wing. Working his way up along her by touch, he found her nose and began wrapping the chains around her. “If you don’t mind me asking, how are we going to get out of the ship, and just where are we going?” he asked. Perhaps he shouldn’t question her.. But she wasn’t the Guardian.. She was just his timid friend who had been overcome by her sense to protect him.. He hoped she had a decent plan..

“I can teleport. And there’s a star system near enough that we can get to before the cons straighten the main frame out. We’ll hide there for a while, let you rebuild your strength,” she replied. She fought down the shudder at his touch and the chains pulled tightly around her nose. The creepy sensations washing over her at the intimate touch.

Grunting in pain, he got a leg up on one of her wings and dragged himself onto her top line. Wiggling over, he settled himself behind the swell of her cockpit. Shuffling his feet a bit, he felt where her tail fins were. They seemed canted outward at a rather odd angle. But he just shook his head, and braced his feet on their inside edge. “Well, my favorite ghost, shall we find other accommodations for a while?” he said, trying to lighten the mood with his attempt at a joke.

The cool plasma of warp phase was her answer…

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SunSpot teleported them as far away from the Decepticon ship as she dared. She was still very afraid to do any extended teleports, but a few hundred Earth miles wasn’t a big deal.

Red Alert scanned around them. Realizing that they were now a decent distance from the floundering con ship, his mouth dropped in amazement. “I thought the max range for teleport was just three clicks?” he asked the invisible Seeker beneath him.

Sorting through her new data, SunSpot realized that that fact was true for the current Decepticon Seekers such as Skywarp. They didn’t have the three power cores that Earth Seekers did, so they couldn’t support the extended teleports. Even her ‘short range’ teleport exceeded their limits. So how could she explain it? “Um, I’m not exactly governed by your laws of physics anymore.. You know, being off lined and everything..” she replied. It sounded feasible…

He hadn’t thought of that. Guess he should’ve, considering he was chained to an invisible Seeker and streaking through open space right now. Red Alert couldn’t help but to laugh at himself. His friends back home thought he was already slightly nutty, just wait until he showed up ‘flying’ through space without any apparent means to do it with. “I guess we don’t have to wait for the Guardian then,” he said as he lay his head down on the swell of her invisible canopy. In a sense he was happy it was his friend who’d ended up rescuing him. She didn’t judge him.. Didn’t make comments about his damage.. Who knew what a strong Guardian would think. He might take one look at the weak and sobbing mech Red was, and just turn around and leave him.. Spot wouldn’t.. Spot would never leave him.. Never hurt him.. Never judge him..

“Well, guess not. But I was training to be one, so I guess I’m yours now, huh?” SunSpot joked. It was actually the truth, since all Earth Seeker femmes were ‘in training’ for if he called on them…

He rubbed the fingers of his bound hands against her fuselage. So she was just beginning her training to really become a Guardian? Was this what a mech became after he off-lined? “So Primus recruits and trains ghosts for the job?” he asked. With her talent at screwing up a ship’s main frame, she could become a decent saboteur. Maybe Red Alert could help her develop this talent?

“Ya, guess you could say that,” she agreed. Banking sharply she locked her coordinates in and flamed her afterburners briefly to reach maximum velocity. Shutting them down, she let inertia speed them towards their destination.

Still thinking about what the ghost did to the cons ship, Red Alert’s meta came up with many ways he could utilize her ‘talents’ around the Autobot forces. No one could hide from a ghost right? And it’d be great to have his one true friend around him. He felt more comfortable around her than he was even around Inferno. For the ghost would never be after his job, she was merely haunting him. And she’d be a great one to use to spy on any mech that he thought was sabotaging him – wouldn’t she? But would she still haunt him when he returned to the Autobots?

“Um, Spot, I have a question,” he said as he enjoyed the slight vibrations of her ghostly engines against his chassis.

“What?” she replied.

He shifted slightly, now that they were flying straight with inertia, he could get more comfortable. Shifting his hips slightly to the side, he tried to keep his codpiece from pressing against her, for any pressure against him there was causing streaks of pain to course through him. “When we get back to the Autobots, are you still going to haunt me?” he asked. His tone spoke of his hope that she would.

Feeling him shift, she knew he must be in agony while they flew. But he was doing a good job of ignoring it right now. She couldn’t wait to land and repair his damage; she hated to see her friend in pain. But he was asking if she’d keep haunting him in the Autobot camp. Since this was exactly what she was intending to do, it’d be perfect to make him believe it was his own idea. “If you want me too I can,” she answered.

Elation filled him. For he finally had a true friend that wasn’t looking out to take his job! And no one else would ever have to know. This was perfect. She’d look out for his back. She’d never let anyone do anything to hurt him…. “I’d love you to haunt me Spot.. Haunt me forever..” Red Alert said softly. He snuggled his head against her invisible fuselage.. Enjoying the sense of security that washed over his meta.. A feeling the paranoid mech had never truly experienced before.. A feeling he never wanted to lose..

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Rest and Repairs

SunSpot did many more ‘short range’ teleports to help speed them to their destination. She had chosen the asteroid belt which lay between the second and third rocky planets. At that distance out from the central star, she should be able to catch enough ‘rays’ to fully recharge both herself and her passenger.

Red Alert grunted as he shifted positions again. It didn’t seem like he could truly find any comfortable one since his bonding circuits just continued to scream in agony. But this discomfort was worth it to have his freedom again!

“Are you sure you’re ok to continue?” the invisible Seeker asked. She was getting very concerned because the mech was starting to tremble a little bit as he shifted positions, indicating he was in much more pain than he was letting on.

Grinding his jaws together he told himself he could last a few more hours, he could… “I’m fine, let’s just get to where you planned to hideout, ok?” he said, his voice having a hard determined edge to it.

Going into another teleport jump, SunSpot pushed it as fast as she could go.

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The giant asteroid she’d spotted on her long range scanners; finally came into view. It tumbled just slightly, but one of its ‘poles’ was always facing the star it orbited. Flipping herself over, she flared her engines in the opposite direction, slowing her velocity until it matched the asteroid’s perfectly.

Swiveling her thrust vectoring mechanisms, she brought them down vertically, barely even bumping as her tires touched the rock-strewn surface. Red Alert grunted as the asteroid’s gravity caused his codpiece to rub against her fuselage, sending renewed streaks of agony racing through him. Grinding his jaw tightly, he focused on what he had to do, trying to ignore the pain. Wiggling off her, he collapsed onto the ground as the agony intensified. He couldn’t keep from gasping sharply as he hit.

“Red Alert, are you ok?” SunSpot asked in a worried tone.

Knowing the ghost Seeker couldn’t transform with the chains wrapped around her invisible nose and he was the only one who could get them off, Red Alert willed himself to stagger on his feet. Leaning heavily against her, he slowly worked the chains over her nose, collapsing on the ground again just as the chains did.

Transforming, SunSpot worriedly knelt next to him, turning him over on his back. He groaned in agony as she did so. Fresh energon dripped from the edges of his latched codpiece. Gently, she unlatched it and carefully worked it open, trying not to further damage any of the raw wiring. “Red, you should’ve told me that the flight was making it worse,” she said softly. She was amazed at the mental strength of the mech, for this amount of damage would force most mechs to stay curled up on the ground, in too much agony to even move.

Taking off more of his lower abdominal armor, she soon had access to the entire cavity. Scanning the mass of wiring and sensory grids with her optics, she soon discerned where she could begin to disconnect all of the damaged regions. She made a quick calculation in her meta, for all Earth Seekers carried emergency repair supplies in the back of their starboard weapons bays. Since many times they were the first mechs on the scene, they were always prepared for doing emergency repairs at the scene. She felt that she had just enough wiring to create new bonding circuits for him. It would just take some time and effort.

“It’s going to hurt for a brief period, but then it will be better. I promise..” she told him.

Weakly, he nodded. Pulling his hands to his face, he put the chain in his mouth so that he could bite down on it and keep himself from moving.

“Are you ready?” she asked.

As he nodded she reached down into his abdominal cavity, gently grabbing the wiring with one hand, while she used the wire cutters in her other hand to swiftly disconnect them. She worked as rapidly as she could, knowing his trembles were because he was trying his best to stay still as her work produced waves of agonizing pain. Her optics welled up in tears, for she hated the fact that she had to do this in order to repair him, but there was no other way. Soon, she reached the last wire and she was done. Pulling the mass of melted and useless wires, circuits and cables out of him, she set it to the side.

The chains rattled as Red Alert took them out of his mouth. His face was streaked heavily in tears of pain. “Are you done?” he gasped. The pain had finally disappeared with her last cut, but now he felt nothing in that region.

Moving up to his head, she wiped his tear-streaked cheeks with her thumbs. “For now. But I had to take everything out of you Red. I’ll work on rebuilding that part of you as we travel, ok?”

He scanned around himself, spotting the pile of melted wiring and cables she’d disconnected and removed from his lower abdominal cavity. “That bad?” he asked weakly.

She rubbed his cheek. “Ya, the damage was very extensive,” she said softly.

Finally allowing himself to relax, since he was without pain for the first time in months, Red Alert shrugged. “Guess that means I can’t bond until you rebuild those networks.. Can’t say I’ll miss it much right now..” he smiled up at the invisible ghost, showing her that it was a joke.

Considering all that he’d been through, she understood his sentiments about bonding. It might be a long time before he got over the trauma. But that didn’t bother her, the last thing she wanted to do was to be attracted to a male who wanted to bond. At least for now, that is. She needed to get to know this dimension, find some way to be accepted. It was no time to be merging sparks with one of them and getting pregnant. Looking down at the red helmed mech, she smiled, for she thought she would be very tempted to bond with him… But right now that was impossible, which was a very good thing! “Yes, I guess you’d want a long break from that right now, huh?” she agreed softly.

He nodded, “So how are we going to get these off of me?” he asked as he held up his chain-bound wrists.

“Hold them straight up please,” she said softly. Reaching down, she grabbed one of her tail fins and pulled it off. It automatically flipped out into a scimitar and flamed to life with its electrical current. She didn’t really think anything of it, for all of Armada Starscream’s offspring had this talent.

On the other hand, Red Alert’s optics opened wide in total shock. Out of nowhere, something that appeared to be a curved light blade, floated towards his bound hands. Squeaking in fright, he pulled them protectively against his chest.

“Why’d you do that for?” SunSpot asked, totally confused as to why he didn’t hold them still.

The blade of light moved around in the air as she asked this, causing Red Alert to cringe.
“Because that fraggin’ thing is floating around me, it’ll cut off my arms or something!” he squeaked, his voice filled with apprehension.

SunSpot chuckled; she hadn’t even thought about the fact that since she was cloaked, her blade would look like it was alive and floating around all by itself in the air. “Oh this, its just one of my blades Red Alert, it’s in my hand.”

“It is? A blade?” he stammered, still keeping his optics locked on the dancing laser blade. Trembling, he stretched his arms straight up, wincing as the blade seemed to dance through the air by itself and sliced the chain right between his wrists.

“Hold your hand out, I’ll let you study it while I put your armor back on, ok?” she said.

Tentatively, he head out his hand. Feeling her cool fingers briefly touch his, he then found himself holding the curved, electrified blade. Bringing it up close to his face, he turned it over in his hand. He’d never seen a weapon like it on a mech! “So where’d you get this?” he asked, not even cringing as her familiar fingers were latching his codpiece back into place.

“Oh, it’s part of me Red,” she said dismissively.

Well, that shot his next question of it he could have it. Trying to sit up, he smiled as her comforting arm helped him. “So what part of you is it?” he asked.

“One of my tail fins,” she answered simply. The tiniest sound of a hydraulic whine could be heard, as she opened her starboard weapons bay and stuffed her repair tools back in their compartment.

Red Alert thought about it for a second as he continued to study the blade. Her tail fin? Yes, wasn’t there something strange about them? Oh yes, he noticed they felt like they were strangely tilted outward. What was that all about? He’d never seen a design like that. “Are your tail fins tilted towards the outside or something? They felt strange,” he asked as he held the blade out in front of him. Since he didn’t know exactly where his ghost friend was, he figured she’d know he meant for her to have it back. Sure enough, it was whisked out of his hand and then disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared.

“Yes, my tail fins are canted at an outward angle. Surprised you noticed,” she replied softly. Cocking her head, she studied her Autobot friend; he seemed to notice detail more so than most mechs did. “So what is your job with the Autobots?” she asked.

He smiled as he tilted his head in the direction of her disembodied voice. “I’m Chief of Security,” he said proudly. At least he had been, and as soon as he got back, he was going to kick whoever now had his aft in his office – back out! He didn’t even care if it was Prime himself. That was HIS office!

Chief of Security, huh, SunSpot felt her core lift a little bit. This mech would probably be one of the main ones that spies would report too. Primus had surely hooked her up with the perfect mech to help her in this dimension. She figured after her stunt on the con ship, the Security Chief had already been thinking of missions he could use his ‘personal ghost’ for. Which didn’t bother her much, in fact, she might be able to stay just a ‘ghost’ for even longer if she worked for him. “Well, guess it’s nice to meet you chief,” she joked softly.

He puffed out his chest a bit at her words. Even after all she’d seen him go through, she still thought he was brave, she still showed him respect. He wished a little, that she was still alive, for she’d make a heck of a partner. Grinding his jaw a little in regret as he realized he thought of her more than he thought of Inferno now. But the ghost seemed to really understand him, really stand by him. Unlike Inferno, who tried to make him slack off at work. But a mech couldn’t have a ghost as a bond mate, could he? Granted, he couldn’t exactly bond right now, so did it matter? But she had actually WITNESSED what he had done, and had still kissed him. Inferno never would’ve done that, would he?

Red Alert sighed, it was all too freagin’ complicated to think about right now. Staring at the asteroids floating around them, he knew that he was still a long, long, way from home. There’d be plenty of time to think about all this..

“Spot, I’m pretty fragged and depleted,” he said to the emptiness.

SunSpot thought about it. She was down to her primary and half her starboard. But she could ‘feed’ him, and then while he was out in defrag, she could decloak and bask her solar cells. It would work perfectly. “Let me feed you first, then I’ll keep watch while you defrag, ok?” she offered.

He nodded his agreement. He didn’t want both of them to defrag at the same time, then the cons could sneak up on them. Feeling her hand touch his side, he leaned his head back and deactivated his optics. Her soft invisible lips pressed against his, and as he open his lips and pressed them more firmly against hers, the sweetness of her life giving energon filled his mouth.

For a few minutes she kneeled next to the sitting mech, her intake systems running in reverse as she supplied him with the energy he needed. Then the feeding ended with a kiss, as he showed his thanks.

As her lips finally left his, Red Alert couldn’t help but chuckle, “I wish all energon cubes gave a kiss that good when you were finished with them.”

In the protection of her invisibility, SunSpot blushed at his compliment. “I really… kiss good?” she asked softly.

Red Alert nodded as he shifted some of the loose rock from behind him and made himself comfortable as he lay down on his back. “Very good,” he stated confidently. In fact, for a ghost who said she’d never been kissed before, she was a danged fast learner. He wondered what else he could teach her? How fast could she learn to be a good spy?

Her unseen blush deepened. Red Alert really didn’t know how important that compliment was to her. She hadn’t been used to getting compliments in her home dimension, just insults. So, her core felt light with happiness as she hesitantly touched his leg and asked if she could lay her head on him.

Turning her head, she watched as his optics darkened in defrag. Shifting slightly to lay on her belly, she angled the back side of her wings to the star’s radiation. Clicking off her cloaking, the beautiful golden Seeker basked her solar cells and recharged all of her power cores…..

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The Long Trek

As he reactivated, SunSpot naturally engaged her cloak again. She was starting to feel as comfortable around the mech as she had been around her Grandmother, but even then, she preferred to stay cloaked. Just like her Grandfather had always needed his facemask on to feel confident in public, she needed her ‘security blanket’ on as well.

She felt his hand move to rest on her wing, but she didn’t get that creepy crawly sensation anymore. Elation filled her! She’d gotten over that particular issue! Well, at least with this one particular mech… Rubbing her fingers lightly on his leg armor, she wondered if she’d ever be ‘normal’, ever be able to handle even a stranger’s friendly handshake?

Feeling the press of the ghost’s force on his upper leg, Red Alert smiled. He felt the security of having her there to watch his back. Reaching up, he felt the shape of one of her wings over his lower torso. He couldn’t help but to touch it, trying to imagine her beautiful air frame when she’d been functioning. Yes, it was terrible that she’d had to be off lined so long ago. But if she hadn’t been, then he couldn’t have been haunted by her. And now that he was forever haunted, he never wanted to go back to the way it’d been before. There were too many mechs out to get him. He couldn’t keep his optics on all of them. But with her watching out for him, he didn’t have to anymore.

She didn’t shudder at his touch this time. Perhaps she’d gotten used to the touch of the living, just as he’d gotten used to the touch of the dead? Shifting slightly on the asteroid’s rough surface, Red Alert felt the urge to kiss her again. To hug her in total happiness! To thank her for everything she’d done. For she’d given him so much; his dignity, his freedom, and most of all a sense of security that he’d never felt before. He was beginning to feel like he didn’t want the hands of the living to ever touch him again; her ghostly touch was more than enough.

“Red? Can you watch while I defrag now?” SunSpot asked in her soft voice. She shifted, retracting her wings and moving to lie fully against his side. A warm feeling went through her air frame as he circled her with his arm, The heat from his living metal skin absorbed by her carbide skin.

Feeling the invisible ghost change positions to lie fully against him, Red Alert couldn’t help but to wrap his arm around her. Activating his optics, he nodded in answer to her question. He’d be more than happy to keep watch. It was always good for one of them to always stay on alert, for then no one would ever be able to sneak up on them. Feeling the sensation of her relaxing and going still, he couldn’t help but look over at the arm he had around her. It was still very disconcerting to know that she was there, yet when you scanned with visuals, your arm was wrapped around nothing.

He switched to infrared, still nothing. She was as cool as the surface around her. But then he looked down at his own armor and realized something very unusual. He could easily detect the heat that he radiated, but where he felt her ghostly press on him, he appeared just as cool as his surroundings. Was she really absorbing his heat, or was her spirit force strong enough that the infrared waves could not pass through her? He wished he could ask Perceptor’s opinion on the topic.

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She came out of defrag after just two Earth hours, having allowed herself a little more time than normal since she didn’t feel that they were in danger. Scanning the Decepticon frequencies, she realized that the ship was still floundering, though they reported that they’d managed to get half the systems back up. She couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, for even though she’d never previously considered being a saboteur, it had been rather fun.

Continuing to listen in, she heard them report that a captive had escaped. A flurry of conversation went through the Decepticon frequencies as they discussed what had to have happened. After a while, the theory that the Autobots must’ve built a new saboteur like ‘Mirage’ and used this new mech to rescue the captive, was put forth and accepted as the only answer to what had happened. Their leader, Megatron, barked over the frequencies that they would have to capture and destroy this new Autobot ‘spy’. Her chuckle became more pronounced as she listened to Hook and Starscream rant and rave about how their intelligence gatherers had failed - For they hadn’t caught wind of the Autobots’ research into computer worms.

“What are you laughing about?” Red Alert asked as he felt her silent chuckles.

SunSpot couldn’t help it; she broke out in full laughter as she continued to listen in on the floundering ship’s communications. Her ‘worm’ was far stranger than the Decepticons were used to, for she had created it from her own experience. And her experience was completely alien to these mechs. They were having a heck of a time getting rid of it. “Um, the worm I planted in their main frame was a little stronger than I even thought,” she answered in between her gasps of laughter.

“So they’re still incapacitated?” he asked, his optics widening in surprise. This ghost was murder to a good main frame when she wanted to be! Oh, what he could do with a talent like that…

She nodded, her helm moving against his chest plate.

Red Alert joined in with her laughter. Primus had surely sent him the perfect ghostly ‘Guardian’ hadn’t he? With her helping him, he’d be irreplaceable as a Security Chief! “So, guess we can get some more distance between ourselves and the bastards?” he asked.

She nodded and said ‘yes’ as she sat up. Scanning through her new data, she realized they had a few options. There were two Autobot outposts and one major patrol route within the same distance from them, well at least as far as the Decepticons knew. So which one should they head towards? Explaining this to Red Alert, she waited for his orders.

This ghost really knew quite a bit about the Autobots didn’t she? Red Alert found himself quite impressed. He knew she was waiting for him to make the decision on their flight path. Sitting up, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride wash over him, for she seemed to have put him in the position of leadership between them. She really looked up to him even after all she’d seen him do. It blew his meta! For he was used to the Autobots always second guessing him. But this amazing ghost saw him for what he was really worth in seemed. She was going to make a heck of a partner!

He decided that their best bet was to go to the Autobot outpost that was on the outskirts of a planet’s major metropolis. That way, he could make it seem like he’d made it there through commercial transports. So giving her his order, he waited until he heard her transform. Grabbing the chains, he felt along her invisible fuselage and got himself secured to her.

Settling himself down across her topside, he smiled. Just one more ‘pit stop’ along the way and he’d be back amongst the Autobots. Now, even better than ever! For now he had a new ally to watch his back for trouble – from both the cons and bots.

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“Ready for landing Chief?” she asked softly as she banked towards their final pit stop. The Planetoid loomed in front of them, not as large as most, but still a decent size.

Red Alert braced himself, wrapping the chains tighter around his wrist. “Ready partner,” he replied. They’d gotten in the habit of calling each other ‘Chief’ and ‘Partner’ during this leg of the trek. Both of them were getting more and more comfortable with their future working relationship, as well as the sensation of their ‘living and nonliving’ chassis always in contact. It was now feeling totally natural to each of them.

Landing vertically, SunSpot waited patiently as Red Alert hopped off her invisible top side and removed the chains from around her nose. Transforming, she smiled as she noticed his approving grin directed in her direction. He seemed to be getting like her grandmother, Able to somehow ‘sense’ where she was in relation to himself.

Sitting down, a puff of disturbed dust rose from her cloaked aft. She smiled as Red Alert used that visual indicator to sit down next to her. The slight whine of her hydraulics could be heard as she opened her starboard bay and pulled out her roll of wiring and repair tools. “So, you ready for me to start rebuilding your sensory grid down there?” she asked softly.

He nodded and lay down on his back. Not even twitching at all as those invisible hands unlatched and removed all of his protective armor from his lower abdominal and aft sections. As he felt her hands within him, he wondered if he’d ever be able to tolerate a living mech’s hands in that region again. Just thinking about it, a shudder of revulsion went through him.

Feeling him shudder, SunSpot wondered if she’d done something wrong. Stopping her work, she looked up at his face in concern. “Um, did I do something to make you uncomfortable?” she asked softly. She really hoped she hadn’t, since she was beginning to like him even more than she had her Grandmother. Was this what physical attraction was? She wondered..

Looking up at the stars, Red Alert shook his head to the disembodied voice’s question. “No, no, it’s not you. I was just thinking about if you were a living mech, if I could handle a living mech’s hands down there. That’s all..” he answered softly. A tear fell down his cheek as he realized that there was no way he could handle that touch anymore. He could now only handle the cool touch of the dead. The Decepticons had truly torn a piece of him with their sadism..

SunSpot looked at his sad expression. Patting his chest armor, she wished she could repair his internal pain just as she repaired his external damage. But she couldn’t. “At least we have each other Red, I’ll never leave you,” she promised softly.

He felt for her invisible leg and rubbed his fingers on the cool armored surface. Yes, at least Primus had given him her. Given him something to replace what he’d lost. He felt her hands continue to rebuild his sensory net down there, his feeling down there slowly came back. But she hadn’t started rebuilding his actual bonding net yet, and actually, he really didn’t care about that part of him right now..

She thought she was finished, but just as it had to be tested on the unanimated chassis of a future sparkling, she needed to test her work on him. She didn’t exactly know how he’d react though. “Um, Red?” she asked, her voice hesitant.

“What?” he answered, his optics still glued onto the stars, the comforting feel of her cool ghost leg under his fingertips.

“Um, I need to test these new sensory grids, is that ok?” she asked quietly.

He tensed a little bit, only too aware of the sensations that that would cause him. In a sense, he was afraid to feel them again. But this was his ghost partner doing it, not a living mech. And anyway, he still didn’t have a bonding network. Forcing himself to relax, he nodded his consent.

She blushed as she saw his nod. After watching him with the cons, she knew that ‘testing’ these nets on a living mech caused the pleasure stimuli. It wasn’t like testing them on unsparked chassis, where you just got a computer printout of electrical response. And she’d never ever made out with a mech, much less stimulated a sensory grid like this. But this was her friend, and he couldn’t bond right now even if he’d wanted too. So, gulping down the butterflies in her core, she lightly ran her fingers on his port aft grid.

As he felt the ghost’s cool touch run gently along his port grid, a wave of nausea sought to overwhelm him as a memory echo tried to run through his meta. Shifting his optics down, he glued them on the nothingness above him, forcing his meta to shift to reality. Forcing it to see that there was no con molesting him. It was nothing but a ghost. A ghost that Primus had given him.. A ghost that was at Red Alert’s full command.. Biting his lip, he tasted his own energon. The pain forced him firmly into the present. The memory echo receding to the back of his conscious thoughts…

As he felt her invisible fingers running lightly along his grid, a wave of pleasure coursed through him. Biting down on his lip, he tried to stay still, but he couldn’t stop his reactionary shiver. “That grid’s good,” he gasped. He clenched his hand on her leg as he felt her hands shift. Now his starboard aft grid was tested. This time he couldn’t hold back his moan as the sweet sensation rolled through his processors. “That’s.. good…” he gasped breathlessly.

She moved to the front grids, Red Alert arching up as she gently tested both port and starboard nets. He rolled his head from side-to-side as he moaned in pure ecstasy. Then she moved down to the lower nets, the most sensitive ones. Her fingers getting slightly bolder as she watched the enjoyment she was causing her friend to have. A smile crossed her face even as she blushed, the comforting security of her cloak allowing her to get past her shyness. Finally, she was done.

Still trembling with the reactions to her touch, Red Alert couldn’t help it. He sat up and reached forward into the empty air. Feeling the ghost’s solid arms, he pulled her to him and pressed his lips to hers, his base programming forcing him to seek emotional connection. To feel the warmth of want and acceptance from another spark – even one that was off-lined. His shudders going through her invisible air frame as he sank into her protective embrace. His ghost.. His very own ghost who’d always watch his back.. Keep him safe from rape.. From bonding..
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