sv. Tau and Mier Stations. Single No More?

[dens_extra_pups]

*about a week before the birth of the sparklets*

Moonracer: *grabs the uncertain looking scientist and kisses him till he starts flailing. Then steps back with a grin* See? That easy.

Torque: *laughing his head off*

Perceptor: Oh dear. My head. I really don't think...

Moonracer: *big sigh and looks at Torque* Do we have any friends that can teach him this? I can't kiss him any harder. We need a single girl.

Torque: Um... Well, Fixer's single, but I don't think she'd appreciate us asking her to kiss him... Maybe Firestar or Chromia knows someone....

Moonracer: Can you go ask them?

Torque: Yeah. *moves to do so*

Perceptor: *apprehensive look for Moonracer*

Moonracer: *rolls her optics* Oh stop that, you dork. Torky's going to find somebody who'll show you just how to help Red Alert relax when you find her.

Perceptor: *so much blush as he wishes he'd never mentioned the subject of his quest. Looks to Mirage in silent plea for help*

Mirage: *slight shrug. He already offered suggestions and got shoved aside by Torque* There's always Dropkick... But she tends to be temperamental....

Perceptor: *moar blush!* *stammer*

Mirage: *to Moonracer* Should I call her over?

Moonracer: *unsure* Will she be nice to him? He's never kissed anyone before.

Mirage: I'll talk to her and tell her she has to be very nice. No slapping, even as a greeting. *moves to go talk to the waitress*

Dropkick: *can be heard a few moments later* Aww, not even a little tap?

Mirage: Not even a little tap. That might frighten him.

Dropkick: Aw, alright.... Just as long as it's not Springer. That mech really grinds my gears. *and then there are soft footsteps approaching. Dropkick isn't a very big femme, about two heads shorter than Moonracer, but she is a pretty little thing....*

Moonracer: *sitting cheerfully on Perceptor so that he can't get away*

Dropkick: *sizing Perceptor up* So who's the petrorabbit?

Moonracer: *happy grin* This is Perceptor, the head of Science from Cybertron. *leans forward and whispers* He's trying to find the love of his life, but he doesn't even know what to do once he finds her!

Dropkick: *raised brow ridge* *whispers* Nobot ever gave him the talk?

Moonracer: He probably wouldn't remember. He took all his personality files out for awhile!

Perceptor: *so mortified* Ladies, I can hear you...

Dropkick: 0_0 *look for Perceptor* Mech, you're nuts....

Perceptor: *blink blink* Er... why?

Dropkick: Takin' out your personality files. But I'll help ya out.

Moonracer: *looks toward the door* Oh not again, Torky! Who mashed them this time? *off Perceptor and heading for her mate*

Perceptor: *tries to get up and bolt!*

Dropkick: *reaches for Perceptor and releases a build-up of static. Guess how she got her designation*

Perceptor: *slight squeal and falls back on his seat* 0_0

Dropkick: Oh, come on. It didn't hurt that much. *so amused, will move to give Perceptor as gentle a kiss as she can manage. Granted, it does pack a bit of a charge to it, but at least she's not trying to knock the scientist stupid*

Perceptor: Wait. No. I really don't th... *staticky sound at the kiss*

Dropkick: *gentle snuggles and a bit of a back and neck rub. She's trying to show you what to do, Perceptor*

Perceptor: *still trying to wriggle away till she hits that spot right between his shoulders. Slight clunk as all the fight goes out of him. Drowsy optics*

Dropkick: *gentle clicks. For all her attitude, she really does know how to be nice* See? If you give tactile comfort, femmes like it.

Perceptor: *small, hesitant voice* I... I find that I like it, myself.

Dropkick: *nod* Nothin' wrong with that.

Perceptor: *peeks at her, blinking over his glasses*

Dropkick: *means what she says* Autobots aren't made t' be loners.... Yeah, ya get the occasional 'Bot who likes to keep t' themselves, but they usually look fer other 'Bots t' talk to at some point....

Perceptor: *softly* I myself have a close friend and a creation. *optics go sad* But she calls the friend I'm trying to find her female mentor.

Dropkick: ...Then why're you hangin' round here? Go find her.

Perceptor: *looks down. Such utter sadness* She doesn't wish to see me.

Dropkick: ... Want me ta shake her up a bit?

Perceptor: No. Oh no, Miss. That won't be necessary.

Dropkick: Ya sure? Sometimes, 'Bots need a bit'a shakin' up ta get through ta 'em....

Perceptor: Yes. *tries to sit up straight, but is a bit hampered by snuggly femme*

Dropkick: *more snuggles* Alright.... *will rub the spot that made the scientist relax earlier*

Perceptor: *head falls to her shoulder* *quiet sigh*

Dropkick: *gentle but thorough as she rubs the scientist's back. Thinks the mech's kind of cute, but since he's already said he's looking for someone specific, she'll just teach him what to do when he finds the femme in question*

Perceptor: *half asleep. And then he's snuggling back*

Dropkick: *small smile* *thinks the femme Perceptor's looking for is nuts if she doesn't want to see him. Really, he's pretty cute, and he's a quick learner* *will move to show the scientist how to hug someone... by gently guiding his hands*

Perceptor: *blushing again and lifting his head to give her a quizzical and uncertain look*

Dropkick: *gently* This is how you hug someone.

Perceptor: Ah...

Dropkick: It's something comforting to do....

Perceptor: *hesitant and no longer relaxed*

Dropkick: *snuggle, snuggle, and then there's a very soft whisper of a contented purr*

Perceptor: *tilts his head to hear that little sound, his arms closing instinctively as she leans close*

Dropkick: *more purr, snuggle* *and more backrub*

Perceptor: *seems to melt, cuddling her close as he rests a cheek on her helmet*

Dropkick: *is totally making notes on this.... Will send them along with Perceptor so the femme he's looking for will know where all the best spots to rub are* *contented sigh, snuggle*

Moonracer: *from where she's sitting on mate with her fingers in his intakes* Ohh, Torky, look!

Torque: *trying to get a good look, soft chuckle*

Moonracer: Now hold still and let me fix this!

Torque: *cringe as one of Moonracer's fingers get a tender spot* Yes, dear.


About ten solar cycles later, out on Mier Station...


Perceptor: *strides into the local fuel dump, his head high as he scans the patrons*

Waitress: *strides over* Table, booth, or bar?

Perceptor: *quietly* A table by the wall, if I might trouble you.

Waitress: Sure thing. *moves to lead Perceptor over to a table near a group of station workers*

Perceptor: *walks with quiet confidence as he follows the femmebot, his sensors all on the alert for one familiar reading*

Red Alert: *is in the building, and likely the same room. Then a big, burly non-Cybertronian bot gets up and heads for the bar, revealing the femme from behind*

Perceptor: *perks and turns to the waitress* *very very quietly* Miss, would you be so kind as to tell me the identity of that red and white Cybertronian?

Waitress: *looks* Oh, that's Red Alert... She's a bit of a stick in the sludge, but she's alright.

Perceptor: Does she reside here?

Waitress: She's got quarters near the infirmary, if that's what you're getting at.... No idea which ones though... I tend to stay far from the infirmary when I can.

Perceptor: *small smile as he gets to his feet* You have no reason to fear, if she is on duty. *and then he's striding over toward the female medic*

Waitress: *shrugs and heads off to wait on other tables*

Red Alert: *giving one of her fellow medics a stern look for something the bot said*

Medic: *notices Perceptor* *nods toward the scientist and says something in a language that sounds like a series of squeaks and chirps*

Red Alert: ... *turns to see who could be approaching the table* o_o Perceptor?!

Perceptor: *slight little smile as he reaches down and lifts her from her chair* *quietly and jovially* You've led me a merry chase, Red Alert.

Red Alert: *startled* Put me down, Perceptor!

other medics at the table: *gleefully heckling Red Alert for a few moments before they're all moving to head back to the infirmary*

Perceptor: *arm around the protesting femme* Wait, if you please. Don't leave yet.

medics: *stop, and wait*

Red Alert: Perceptor, unhand me this instant!

Perceptor: This female is my wife. I make formal claim now before you all.

medics: *cheer! And get the whole bar cheering too! And someone just paid for drinks for the house! More cheer!*

Red Alert: 0_0 What?!

Perceptor: *smiling and blushing at the cheers, but then turns back to the femme in his grasp* *quietly but firmly* You heard me.

Red Alert: Perceptor.... No... I cannot...

medic that first spotted Perceptor approaching: *squeak squeak chirp chirp squeak!*

bot medic: Frankie says it's about flipping time, Red. Maybe now you'll stop sulking about the infirmary. *smirks at the look Red Alert levels at her*

Perceptor: *quiet and firm* You can, Red. *optics smile down at her over his glasses*

Red Alert: *headshake* How can you say that, when I was the one responsible for the deportation of the human woman?

Perceptor: The term is forgiveness. *that, and hsvMaggie expressed the opinion at their chance Nexus meeting that her alternate was an utter boob, and Perceptor was too for not going after the other girl that loved him*

Red Alert: *shutters her optics and shakes her head* *still blames herself for the glitching Perceptor went through*

Frankie: *adamant squeaks!*

bot medic: Oh, get over yourself, Red. *starting to get irritated with her fellow medic*

Perceptor: *finger under Red Alert's chin and pushes gently upward the way he's seen Torque do to Moonracer back on Tau*

Red Alert: *starting to shake a bit, will unshutter her optics to look at Perceptor*

Perceptor: *lowers his head and brushes his lips fleetingly over hers. Then straightens and looks into her optics* *softly* I used the time machine. Maggie Madison is alive and well on Earth.

Red Alert: *boggling now*

Perceptor: *lowers head once more and gives her a more substantial kiss*

Red Alert: *startled flail for a moment, then the charge starts to hit and she has to hang onto Perceptor's shoulders*

bar: *cheers ensue*

Perceptor: *holding her close as he continues the kiss for a moment. Is grinning boyishly as he lifts his head* Well?

Red Alert: *fumbling over her words as she NEVER does. Knowing that Perceptor has not only tracked her down, he's gone and attempted to rectify the situation with the human woman... She's not quite sure how to respond. This is decidedly illogical....*

Perceptor: *fingers gently start to rub her back where his hands meet behind her. And his optics... are twinkling*

Red Alert: *shutters her optics and leans in to Perceptor's touch when his fingers find a good back rubbing spot*

Perceptor: *tender nuzzle* You haven't said yes...

Red Alert: *unshutters her optics enough to see where she's aiming.... will touch her forehead to Perceptor's* *quietly* Alright....

Perceptor: *forehead against hers, and then offers another kiss as his fingers continue to gently rub her back*

Red Alert: *ignoring the heckling the other medics are now doing in favor of kissing Perceptor*

Drunk bar patron: You gotta claim him too, Red!

Perceptor: *slight start at the shout* //Ah... he is correct, love.//

Red Alert: *'Hmm's softly, before looking around the bar* *raising her voice a bit* This mech is my mate. End of discussion.

bar: *erupts into a rowdy fit that makes it hard, but not impossible to hear the head medic of the station shouting that Red Alert has a week off starting immediately*

Perceptor: *Red Alert will be able to feel his soft chuckle vibrate his chest* //Give me the route to your quarters so that I might properly bear you away in triumph.// *gentle tease in his voice*

Red Alert: *hiding her face against Perceptor's shoulder as she transmits the coordinates*

Perceptor: *scoops her up and carries her out of the bar. Once arrived at her quarters he will proceed to give her the first lesson in the fine art of cuddling*

Red Alert: *is a good student. And surprisingly quick at putting her newly acquired knowledge to use*


Several hours later....


medics: *lurking outside Red Alert's quarters and grousing that it's almost time for their shift to start*

female medic: We probably missed it. *frown* But we need to know when they do it so that we can take care of them.

Frankie: *squeak, soft little chirp*

bot medic: It would be just our luck if they're in there watching some holo-drama....

flash: *clearly visible under the door*

female medic: Oh there we go. And nobody fell off of anything. You owe me credits, Frankie.

Frankie: *squeaky grumblings as he trails his friends toward the med bay*

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