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Seeking Humanity	By : nightfire69 Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 2218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Warnings: Swearing, sexual innuendo, and a scary Starscream.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, Starscream, Skywarp, Thundercracker, Thrust, Ramjet, Dirge, Sparkplug, Spike, Buster, the Decepticons, or the Autobots, they are owned by Hasbro. The song ‘Eve of Destruction’ belongs to the Byrds or do I own Hannibal Lecter, he is owned by Thomas Harris. I do own Erica Witwicky and Yvette.

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At Super Eddy’s, Ramjet picked up some fresh squid and walked as he looked down at each isle till he spotted Erica in the wines and spirits isle. “Hay, I got the second best thing in the store that has good suction.” Said Ramjet as he put the squid in the shopping cart.

“So what’s the first?”

Wrapping his arms around her waste, Ramjet then whispered in to Erica’s ear, “The best thing in this store that I know of that can suck better than the squid is you.”

“Flirt.” Said Erica as she looked at the various wines that would be good with that night’s dinner.

“What in the world are you doing to my granddaughter!” said a familiar voice that was coming from behind them. Turning around, Erica and Ramjet saw Sparkplug, Erica’s grandfather and long time friend of the Autobots.

“Nothing sir, honest.” Stammered Ramjet as quickly let go of Erica’s waste and put his hands up to show Sparkplug that he was being a good Decepticon for once.

“Hi, grandpa.” Said Erica with a smile, “And how are you?”

“Doing good. Just stopped in to get something to eat and I’m off to Radio Shack to get some crazy gizmo for Wheeljack. He said it had something to do with upgrading your MP3 player or something of that matter. With Wheeljack, well, who the fuck knows.” Said Sparkplug shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders.

Ramjet and Erica just looked at each other and quickly shivered at the thought of Wheeljack and his inventions. Sparkplug just laughed at both of them. He at least understood why they where acting like that; Wheeljack had a real knack for inventing things and a worse habit of these inventions going haywire on him and/or everybody else. Autobot and Decepticon alike.

“Excuse me I have to go potty. Be right back.” Said Erica as she rushed to the restroom and left Ramjet alone with her grandfather.

Then Ramjet asked, “I was wondering?”

Looking at the blond haired Seeker, Sparkplug said, “Yah?”

“Erica is too old to be Spike’s kid, so who’s kid is she?” asked a very confused Ramjet.

Sparkplug thought the question amusing and gave him the story of Erica’s life in a nutshell. “Well before I was shipped off to Korea, my wife got pregnant with my oldest son, Buster. Buster was born in March of ’54. After I came back from Korea from being a POW, my wife and I had Spike. Spike was born in May of ’69. When Buster was a senior in high school he met Erica’s mom Yvette. Well as they where dating when Buster accidentally got Yvette knocked-up and they married in February of ’73. Later on in November, Erica was born.”

“Oh. That cleared a lot of things up.” Replied Ramjet, “Thanks.”

“Speaking of grandchildren,” said Sparkplug as his grin started to broaden, “When is the baby due?”

“What baby?” stammered Ramjet in shock, completely unprepared about the question Sparkplug just asked.

“Erica’s baby.” Said Sparkplug with a sly smile, “With six single males living with her, one of you guys must have gotten her knocked her up by now.”

Looking at his watch, Sparkplug realized that he had to be going. “We’ll I gotta mosey. Tell Erica I love her and I’ll see you letter then Ramjet.”

“Yah, latter.” Said Ramjet as he wave goodbye to Sparkplug.

That’s when he started to really think about what Sparkplug jet said. ‘Erica, pregnant??? I know I didn’t do it, but who?’ Thinking of all the possible candidates to get her pregnant, only one kept standing out in the forefront. ‘Starscream. It has to be. He sleeps in the same bed with her every night; that would give him more than of an opportunity than the rest of us. He’s been acting very suspicious as of late too. He’s been glaring at the others and me a lot more than he has since I’ve known the prick and he been a bit protective of her too. So that must be it!’
As his mind wondered, the more and more things started to make since. To him at least. Whether or not what Sparkplug said about Erica being pregnant was true or not, wasn’t the underling case. It was the fact that Ramjet realized that Starscream had more invested in his relationship with Erica than him or the other Seekers thought and ol’ Screamer did a superb job of not letting anyone know about it.

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At Erica’s backyard, Starscream was trimming the yard edges with the weed eater. With swift and precise articulation, he edged the grass better than any professional landscape architect or gardener. And Thundercracker noticed it. He had seen Starscream like this before. The look in his commander’s eye, the lofty sneer, the quiet chuckle. Yep, Starscream was plotting. Plotting what, one could only guess. Starscream could be plotting to overthrow Megatron as leader, but why would he even consider it. No one knew when, if ever, they would return to the true robot forms; so why even bother plotting. Unless…

Seeing Starscream disappear with the weed eater for a minute or two, then come back with the electric hedge trimmer and plugging it in to an outside outlet. Thundercracker continued watching the Seeker commander do yard work and the way he was using the hedge trimmer, Thundercracker found it way to disturbing for words. The song that was being played in Erica’s stereo wasn’t helping Thundercracker much ether.

“Take a look around you, boy. It's bound to scare you, boy. And ya tell me over and over and over again, my friend, ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.” Came the lyrics through the speakers.

‘Don’t fucking remind me.’ Thundercracker thought to himself, ‘This song is hitting to close to home and it fits Starscream to damn well. I might as well go out there to see what up his thrusters.’ Walking out of the kitchen sliding glass door, Thundercracker carefully walked up towards Starscream who was cutting hedges like a mad man.

Looking up from his work, Starscream saw Thundercracker and stopped the hedge trimmer. “Hello, TC, and how are you?” said Starscream politely, but with a look and smile reminiscent of Hannibal Lecter.

“Um, hi…um, Starscream.” Thundercracker said; then taking a huge gulp of air, he then asked, “Is…is everything…okay?”

“Why yes, TC, it is.” Said Starscream, “Why on Cybertron do you ask? You got something on your mind?”

‘Primus, give me strength.’ Thundercracker thought before talking again, “I really hate to pry, but…”

“Yes, go on.” Said Starscream as he kept giving Thundercracker that same disturbing look and the way Starscream was holding the hedge trimmer Thundercracker was almost sure if he said anything wrong to his air commander that he wouldn’t live long enough to tell about it.

“Are you plotting again?” yipped Thundercracker in panic, expecting the worse from Starscream now.

Walking up to Thundercracker so, that when he emphasized a word, that the tip of the hedge trimmer hit between Thundercracker’s Adam’s apple and his upper chest; “Oh, why YES Thundercracker. I AM plotting. Potting to overthrow Megatron again, NO. But PLOTTING never the less. As for WHAT I AM plotting, YOU and the OTHERS will find out SOON enough. But until then it’s NONE of your FUCKING, DAMN, BUISNESS. Now, if you don’t mind, I have some hedges that need my attention. Talk to you latter, BUDDY.”
Turning away from Thundercracker, Starscream started the trimmer and proceeded to trim the remaining hedges like an insane lunatic. As long as he has known Starscream he never in his long life remember or recall him ever acting like this before. And that thought alone really scared the shit out of Thundercracker. Turning around, Thundercracker, quickly and quietly, walked back into the house and closed the sliding glass door behind him.

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The rest of the day was calm. A weird calm, but calm never the less. Everyone went to sleep, but Erica who was jotting a rough outline and a few notes for the new story that Thrust helped her with earlier that day. She was happy. Her writer’s block was practically non-existent and now she was free to explore the illicit areas of her mind where her darkest fantasies lie. As she took down notes, she started to feel really more and more lethargic.

While up stairs, Skywarp was tossing and turning in hopes of falling asleep. So far, it wasn’t happening.

“Kkha!” snored Thundercracker, “KKHHAA, kkha, hom, humph.”

“TC, TC.” Skywarp whispered, “You’re snoring.”

The room was then quiet. Skywarp then sighed in relief. He got into a very comfortable position and was almost asleep, till…

“KKHHAAHAHA, QUKKAAAHHH!!!” snored Thundercracker. Again.

Thundercracker’s kept getting loader and loader. It wasn’t stopping and it was driving Skywarp to the point where he was about to smother his best friend with his pillow.
Then came a loud sound from Thundercracker, “PPPEEEERRRRFFFFF!!!” Along with an outrageously foul stench that seemed to permeate the bedroom.

Whispering to himself, Skywarp then said waving his hand to circulate the air, “What in the fuck have you been eating Thundercracker? Agh, screw this shit, I’m going down stairs.”

Getting up off his bed and walking to the door, Skywarp opened it to be out in the hall, closing the door behind him. Taking a very deep breath of clean air and started walking down the stairs when he saw the kitchen light on. When he got down to the black raw iron banister, Skywarp poked his head to see Erica writing vigorously.

Jumping over the banister and walking towards Erica, Skywarp asked her, “What are you still doing up? Aren’t you suppose to be in bed next to Screamer?”

Erica jumped. “Sky, you fucking startled me. Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry, so what are ya doing?”

“I’m taking notes.” Said Erica.

Waking up to the take and taking a seat, Skywarp then said with a smile, “Oh, okay.”

“So what are you still doing up?”

Skywarp just looked at her and mocked cried, “I can’t sleep thanks to Captain Snores-a-lot with his smelly fart bombs of death.”

“Well the best thing I can do is grab a spare pillow and a blanket and you can sleep on one of the couches.” Said Erica as she got up from the table and walked upstairs to the big closet where she grabbed a couple of pillows and a blanket.
As she got down stairs, Erica motioned Skywarp to follow her to the living room. As he followed her to the living room, Skywarp saw her drop the two pillows down to the floor and fold out the king sized blanket in front of the fireplace.

‘What’s with the two pillows?” Skywarp asked, “I only need one.”
“I know that, but I’m sleeping next to you, silly.” She said with a smile as she started to lay down in front of the fireplace, “Do you have a problem with that?”

Hearing that, Skywarp quickly laid down next to Erica as Erica started to snuggle up to him. “This is nice.” Said Skywarp with a smirk.

“Skywarp?”

“Yes, Ricky?”

“Shut up and go to sleep.”
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