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Her father is . . very small in his organic mode. Even smaller than Sentinel remembers from his visits to earth, though most of his memories of the planet are clouded in fog. He didn't want to remember most of it, to be honest. Isaac is fueling with Sari, and they're both eating organic fuel that looks very strange.

He is sitting at his table, head resting on it, "You'll be spending the night here, then? How did you manage to convince your team to allow it?"

Sari jerks a thumb at her creator, "Blame him. He told them off for not allowing me to spend nights with you when I got dropped off. Reminding them that I am an adult and can make my own decisions." She lowers her voice, in a mock whisper that is clearly not actually hidden from Isaac, "He wants you to bond with me early, and hopes me spending even more time with you will do it. I told him that I'm not going to make you hurry."

He pets her back, wondering if he should say that he is increasingly tempted to cut it short. After a stellar cycle of waiting to allow it. But... he doesn't think that's a good idea. he doesn't want to get her hopes up, only to dash them when the stellar cycle comes and he thinks he isn't ready. "Thank you," he says instead.

"Don't forget the grandchildren," Isaac says cheerfully, nibbling on a strange yellow thing.

She scowls at him, "We're not havin' kids yet, dad. I don't even know why you think you deserve them. I mean, you never had real kids the hard way. You touched a tiny silver protoform and got zapped. What was the cover story you used again? Something about meeting my mom on a business trip and having me show up at your door in a basket nine months later? Yeah. No one leaves babies in baskets."

Isaac just smiles at her, "I'm certain that some people must."

She glares, "No. If the mom had me, it is likely she would have tried to drain you for every drop you had. Using me as incentive to keep you in line. You were, and still are, rich. And, I'm going to be blunt, you are very easily distracted, dad. It would have been incredibly simple for her to just show up with me in her arms, and demand you take care of us both. When she was firmly settled, she would have done everything she could to drain the accounts dry."

Sentinel tilts his head, "Don't have a very good opinion of the femmes he dates, Sari?"

"I don't like any of the people he's dated. Femmes or mechs. They've all been afts." She looks away, "The only good one offlined in a car accident. I think . . I'm pretty sure she would have been a nice step-mom." She sighs, rubbing a servo . . a hand . . over her hair.

Sentinel reaches down to pet her, letting his fingers tangle in her organic hair cables, which feel so silky soft against his armor. He wonders if his spark would make the tiny cables burn up.

She sighs happily, leaning into his touch, and kisses his fingers. "You're always so gentle with me when I'm like this. It's... nice."

He rubs her back, making sure to stay away from the bits she likes to have him caress in their make out sessions - he has gotten used to the slimy since it means that she is very willing to strip down to her protoform to let him play with her upper frame - and murmurs, "You are just so... fragile looking."

She laughs, like she always does when he says this, "I can survive far more damage than a normal human. You don't need to worry about crushing me just by petting my head."

"But I like being gentle with you." He draws her onto his lap, closer to him, and tips her face up for a kiss. Just a gentle brush of his mouth against hers. No glossa in front of Isaac. It would be terribly inappropriate. "You react so well to my touch."

She stifles a giggle, burying her face against his chest. "Filthy fragger. Don't say things like that. You sound like some awful romance novel rogue."

He rubs her sides, he'd tell her it was true, but she did specify not in front of her creator. "I am no romance novel rogue. They would never tell you to wait and want a meaningful relationship."

She laughs softly, pressing a kiss to his mouth, "Which is why you're so much better than anyone in a romance novel."

He nuzzles her lovingly, "And you're so much smarter than any heroine in a novel like that." He read some of the earth ones, and was so confused when it was only femmes getting in trouble. He also couldn't get past more than half a page of the organic interfacing before being forced to skip it. He doesn't like his 'facing with spikes or valves.

Especially not when they are referenced with such florid, overblown prose. He has to try and remember what a 'blossoming rose' is before he can even begin to try and untangle what just happened in the paragraph he'd read. Or 'turgid staffs.' He does not understand it all.

He gave the paper novel to Perceptor, who had flipped through it idly with a smile on his face. The most visible smile he's ever seen from the bot.

Sentinel doesn't want to speculate why Bumblebee came to work one sol with scraps of metal cloth dangling from his torso.

He picks up her odd food, and places it in front of her, "You should fuel up."

She pokes at it, "I'm not a great fan of canned food. I'm burned out on it from how long I had to suffer through it before you showed me I could drink energon and eat crystals." She kisses him, "You're so sweet for figuring this out for me."

The only reason he can really figure out for why Optimus and his team didn't feed her crystals is because they worried about her being seen as a Decepticon with her dente. At least when she's with him, they know for a fact that she is fine. Especially with his strong anti-Decepticon bias. He can't imagine how badly most bots would take it if he admitted that he originally thought she was a Decepticon that was switching sides. ... and that he had been okay with that.

They wouldn't believe him.

"It isn't all canned, Sari." Her father offers her a strange orange object. "Have an orange."

An orange what? He doesn't want to ask what it is and sound like an idiot, so he just watches her remove the orange covering on the object, revealing a softer part inside, which she splits apart and then eats in strange pieces. He wonders why it's full of little parts. Maybe it was designed to be eaten.

She smiles at him, "Nothing quite like scurvy prevention."

He is going to have to ask now. "Scurvy? And how does an ... orange stop it?"

She kisses him, "It is a disease humans get. More than a little gross. Wounds don't heal as fast, and a bunch of other horrible things happen. An orange is filled with vitamin C. That helps fix the problem."

He nods, "Like not having the right minerals, and your armor going brittle?"

She nods, "Like that, yeah."

"Then I am glad you have your orange." He touches her hair again, playing with the wires. The first time a few had broken, he'd been horribly upset by it, but she'd told him that they were all essentially nonconductive, dead wires, and he likes touching them now, even if he does usually snap a few by accident.

He likes brushing it for her after they make out, before she armors up. He likes to think it makes her Cybertronian headfins more perky and sensitive.

She kisses him softly, leaving a small wet lip-print on his mouth from the orange. "I kinda wish you could have some, but I bet you'd get sick. You aren't really made to eat these things."

He nods, "Indeed. I'm not like Botanica, and don't have a special mod for it. She's the only bot I know of that has that, though."

Sari hums thoughtfully, "Would it taste the same to me and you if you did?"

He shrugs, "Possibly? I don't know these things. Can you eat it when you're armored up?"

"I can, yeah, but it's weird. It doesn't really have much of a taste. I can still tell it's whatever it's supposed to be, but it's like . . muted. I don't really know how to describe it, I guess." She lies against him. "I'm a bit tired. I want to recharge in your berth tonight."

He flushes. "No." Not while her creator is staying over. That's just . . . inappropriate in every way possible. "I'll pull out a fold-out berth for myself, and then you can recharge in my berth if you like."

She sighs softly, shaking her head, "I'll recharge on the couch again, then."

Isaac frowns at them, "Let her recharge with you. It will not hurt you to have her there. She wants to, and I know you do want her to."

He blushes, high on his cheekarches, "No, I couldn't-"

Isaac wags a finger at him, "You will not do anything other than recharge. It will not hurt you to do this. She missed you, and this will help." A smile creeps onto his face, "Of course, if you two wanted to work on creating some little 'grandsparklings,' don't think I would protest."

Sari flushes and slaps his shoulder, "Dad!"

Isaac arches an organic optic ridge, "Don't take that tone, Sari. You know I want to see you with a family some day. If you start now, you'll appreciate it later. Children bring such joy to your life." He smiles at her sweetly, "I know you brought much happiness to mine."

She rubs her optics - eyes - and sighs, "No. I told you I'm not pushing him. He doesn't-"

He presses a kiss to her head, "If you ... really want to, we can share the berth." He recognizes that glint in Isaac's eyes, that's the same as his creators' when they were going to get their way, no matter how well he argued against them.

He is certain that Isaac will push and push until they give in. At least like this he doesn't have to worry about her trying to open him up.

"Fine," she huffs, arms crossed, expression indignant, "but I'm not forgiving you for being a jerk about this, dad. If Sentinel breaks up with me because of this, it's your fault."

Isaac only smiles, and then yawns theatrically, "Oh, my. Look at the time, Sari. I am terribly tired. Will you help me set up my bed on the couch? I would like to get extra sleep tonight. I imagine our outing tomorrow will be rather strenuous."

She glares at him, and Sentinel carefully sets her on the floor, moving Isaac to join her. He kisses the top of her head, "I'm not going to break up with you for this." He may end up breaking his vorn rule for her because of it, but that is more of a... guideline, anyway. He mainly wants a femme willing to respect his boundaries, and Sari has already proved repeatedly that she does.

He thinks he loves her.

It's really too early to tell.

"Good. I wouldn't let you break up with me anyways. I'd break up with you first." She pokes his headlights, "Now, you go off and clean up or something. I'm gonna set up dad's bed. I know how to get the couch the comfiest." She shoos him away, and Sentinel goes, slipping into his washrack to scrub himself clean. She likes laying on him when he's nice and polished, free of grit and grime.

When he comes out, the couch is set up just how she likes, and Isaac is laying on it comfortably. The mech smiles at him, "You certainly are shiny." Isaac waves both hands in a shooing motion at him and Sari. "You two go sleep. I'm sure you'll be happier for it."

He wishes the mech wouldn't try to pressure him like this. He's glad that Sari is so patient with him, even if his waiting period would have had her offline from old age if she wasn't techno-organic. She's just so wonderful to him.

They slip away into his berthroom. He's shared a berth with Sari before, but . . . it's still a terrible idea. He is so weak for her. Sentinel lays on his berth, "Do you want to-" he was going to ask her preference for a side, but she settles herself right on top of his chest, cutting his question short.

Sentinel shifts uncomfortably, feeling her spark heat through her plating.

She reaches up, touching his headfins, and he has to move her servo down. "No, Sari."

She gives him a disappointed look that is gone in an instant, and she kisses him. "Not even making out? I'd like to-"

He shakes his head, rubbing her back, "Do you want to walk past your father to go into the washrack to self-service?"

She shudders, knowing that's normally what one of them does if they get too heated, "No."

"We'll just recharge tonight." He rests a servo on her back, and feels her snuggle against his plating. He loves having her against him. When they're finally together, it's going to be amazing. "And next sol, we can visit Moon Base One." He hopes Perceptor's experiment, whatever it is, is something benign. It's hard to tell with the sciencebot sometimes.

Sari huffs against him, "I guess so. I want to make out."

He shakes his head, "Another time. We can when your father goes home."

She pouts at him, "I want to do it now." She kisses him, "But I understand." She rubs his servo, holding it lovingly, "I don't want to rush you.'

He wants to rush, but needs to hold himself in check. He didn't have this problem with Elita, but Elita wasn't with him even an eighth as much as Sari is. She's with him constantly, and when she isn't, he feels the loss and ache of her not being there.

He just hopes he can hold out.

They take a shuttle to the moon base, and Sari practically vibrates with enthusiasm the entire time. "Oh, Primus, this is awesome. I'm visiting a moon. We're visiting a moon, dad. A foreign moon. And there aren't any Decepticon ships on this one, even."

Sentinel catches her on her next manic pass and tugs her onto his lap, stroking her frame to calm her down. She'd onlined that morning with a hot frame, spark pulsing hard in her chest, and it had been hard to turn her down when she'd kissed his plates. But he had.

He rubs her sides, "Yes, we're going to Moon Base One. It really isn't half as exciting as you think it is. The only reason it is slightly interesting is because Perceptor will be doing an experiment on it." He looks over at the truckbot, "What is it you're working on, anyway?"

The mech glances over at him, then returns to his datapad, "A simple fusion experiment. Completely harmless."

That immediately sets him on edge, because the only time Perceptor feels the need to clarify that something is 'completely harmless' is when it is absolutely not and has a high chance of blowing up in their faces. For instance, he often refers to Wheeljack as a 'rather cuddly, harmless mech.'

Harmless is a word that Perceptor's highly advanced processor seems to have mixed up with 'dangerous as slag, avoid at all costs.'

But perhaps this one time he actually means it.

But it's unlikely.

"How much will be blowing up?" He gives the bot a suspicious look, "If it is that bad, we'll keep out of your way as you do this."

"I told you, completely harmless." The bot flicks a finger at them, "As long as Sari and Isaac stay armored up, they will be perfectly safe."

He still doesn't like the sound of that.

"How thick of an armored wall do they need to stand behind? And why did you specify them?"

He's given a blank look, "It is perfectly safe."

So, it was a bad idea for them to be in the same room as the device. Or whatever Perceptor was using. No wonder it had been placed on the Moon Base and not on Cybertron proper. "Mm-hm. Like your Plasma-beam was perfectly safe?"

Perceptor tips his helm to one side minutely, "There was no way to know that it would explode in the presence of light particles."

"You exposed it to sunlight and it took out half of the Magnus's garden."

Percy raises an optic ridge, "You are the one that wanted it tested. We showed it to you, and explained how it would work. It is not our fault you removed the cover."

He glares, holding Sari tightly, "You're the one that told me to remove the cover. I'm lucky it didn't blow my servos off."

Perceptor looks back at his datapad, "The cover was meant to keep anything dangerous-"

"It was the only thing that kept me from being offlined, you mean. I'm not going to let you test that thing with Isaac and Sari anywhere near it."

"It is not undergoing tests this sol. We are going to bombard it with a few energy waves and then expose it to a few minerals to make sure it fuses things properly. It has been thoroughly tested already and has shown absolutely no dangerous properties, Sentinel Prime." Perceptor scribbles something on the pad. "It will not explode. Even if Wheeljack was here, it would not explode."

He watches the sciencebot suspiciously, "I will withhold judgment until I see it."

The truckbot doesn't even look up, "It is perfectly safe. Nothing we do will be the least bit dangerous."

He cuddles Sari close, and she kisses him softly. He rubs her back as he says, "Somehow, I don't believe you." He knows this will all end up with them completely scrapped. He promised to keep Sari safe, and he doesn't know how to do that if this fragger of a sciencebot does something dangerous.

Sari pats his side, "I'm sure it's safe. Optimus approved this trip, and he wouldn't if he thought it was dangerous for us."

But Optimus is freakishly optimistic and would believe the sciencebot's claims. The bot has no idea how dangerous the sciencebots can get if you give them free reign. They seem to lack common sense. Those overpowered processors made them forget basic things.

Like the fact that explosions were bad.

He sighs softly, holding Sari tightly as they go through space, and watches Isaac stare out the window in awe. He does find it amusing that the bot is so utterly fascinated by it all. Sari told him that her creator's passion is astronomy, rather than robotics.

He wishes the mech could meet Cosmos or something, but that bot is terrified of organics. He doesn't know how well Isaac and him would get along, even if he knows Isaac would love Cosmos.

They touch down on Moon Base One without any trouble, and exit the shuttle, swiping their servos over the scanner there to allow them access to the base. It makes an odd beeping sound when Isaac does the same, but it lets them all onto the planet. Isaac stares at everything with wide, awed optics. "Oh. It's fascinating up here. I'm so glad I got a chance to see this." The mech's smile is painfully bright, and it saddens Sentinel again, remembering how short a life this mech has before he will offline.

Sari kisses him, "I'm glad we could do this on such short notice. Optimus said that normally we'd have to wait a decavorn."

He nods, "Or even longer. Most bots just don't bother, since it is easier just to go to another planet, and faster as well." He pets her side, "I would happily take you and your creator on my ship to fly around for a bit. As long as I know in advance. I want to clear out time so I can just... be with you." Spend forever next to her.

She blushes a bit and kisses his cheek again, "Charmer," she murmurs in his audio. "You're so sweet to me." They make their slow way across the surface of the moon, until they reach the building that Perceptor's experiment is apparently housed in. It's a large building, with heavily reinforced walls. At least whoever initially authorized this experiment was aware of Perceptor's dangerous capabilities, because this lab is actually equipped to handle his potential damage.

He looks at the lab, and carefully picks Isaac up before the mech can touch anything. "I think... we're going to tour the place alone. You can all do this, and com us when you're finished."

Isaac gives him an irritated look, "I wanted to watch this."

"I can assure you that you do not. It could offline you, and Perceptor will just look confused as to why it didn't work this time when his modifications were surely perfect. The bot ignores that it happened all the previous times he fixed the problem then, as well."

"No. I can tell that there's no risk of me dying from it. You forget that I am also a scientist, Sentinel Prime. This is a fusion device. The worst it could do to me is fuse a bit of mineral to the outside of this armor suit. I will be fine." He tries to wiggle out of Sentinel's arms, but the mech not let him. He doesn't want Sari to lose her creator this way.

"I think not." Sentinel carries him out.

Sari kisses him, then hugs her creator. "It really is better to stay away, dad. Perceptor can be incredibly dangerous. He could kill us so easily and not even realize what he was doing. Bee says that he's incredibly focused on what he's doing, but tunes everything else out. That is bad if we're the 'everything else.'"

Isaac frowns, "I will be just fine. You will put me down at once." "I'll put you down when we're out of his range." He walks them further away from Perceptor's madness, and finally places them down in front of a window with an excellent view of the sky and of Cybertron. "There. Now he cannot harm the two bots most important in my life right now."

Sari nuzzles him affectionately. "You're sweet." She turns to her creator, "I know you think it's not necessary, but he really is dangerous. It's best for us to stay away from him while he's working. We can take a look after he's done with the tests, right before we leave, okay?"

Isaac huffs, "I don't see how it can be dangerous. He said we'd be fine as long as we're in our armor. I am sure that it won't hurt me to look and watch."

She glances up at Sentinel, and he sends her a hopeless and sort of confused look, making her sigh. "Well, dad. I had thought you wanted to explore the moon. Don't you want to do that?"

Isaac pauses, then nods. "That is very true. I will do that instead. I would still like to see what Perceptor is working on, but it is not every day that you can just walk on a moon.

On some planets, with small transwarp gates on location, you could go and walk on a moon every sol. But that's not the point.

Sentinel would act as their guide, but he's never been on Moon Base One either. So they wander it together, following a few poorly designed maps that have been placed sporadically on the walls of the building. When they're outside, it's easier, because the open space and roads are built for ease of travel, while the twisting corridors of a sciencebot's madhouse are not.

Isaac gasps in wonder, looking around. "I had never thought I would be able to do this sort of thing. Yes, it is not earth's moon, but... just being out in outer space is amazing. I visited another planet, and now I am walking on one of its moons." The mech looks around, optics wide, "Amazing."

It seems that it just sunk in for the mech. That's nice. It may mean that he's distracted from-

"But I still want to see what Perceptor is working on. It just seems so fascinating."

Of course he does.

Why would Sari's creator be anything less than frustrating and stubborn, just like his daughter?

Sentinel sighs, "In a megacycle or two, we can go back and see if he's done." The bot's experiments were usually rather short. They should be done in time for them to get a relatively safe look at them. Relative being the operative word, of course. Nothing the mech did was entirely safe. Ever.

They spend the rest of the time wandering around, looking at various things. After a megacycle and a half, Isaac twitches like an excited sparkling, "I want to see how the experiment is going."

He would like to draw it out for longer, but he realizes that Perceptor is entirely likely to be finished, and most likely has been for the last breem or two. He sighs softly, and nods, "If that is what you want, then we can go see."

Isaac looks excited, and rushes in the direction where they left Perceptor. Sari sighs, looking up at him tiredly, "I was hoping he wouldn't keep insisting, but when he gets an idea in his head, there's little to dissuade him."

He scoops his femme up, because he likes the weight of her in his arms, and carries her inside, following after Isaac. "This is going to end in disaster."

Sari pokes him, "Don't be so negative. There's like, a good five-percent chance that it'll not be a disaster with Perceptor involved. I mean, Wheeljack's not even here right now, so that drops his danger quotient considerably. Of course, if we'd thought to bring Red Alert along, then he really would be harmless."

"I just wish he hadn't said it was harmless. That ups the danger quite a bit. I expect it to blow up in our face and everything terrible happens. I just hope we don't go into lockdown up here because of it. I don't know how well that will work out."

She leans against him, sighing softly, "I have all the food that we brought in my subspace, so dad won't starve. But I genuinely don't know anything else about here. It doesn't seem like it will be too dangerous to stay. I mean, you have breathable atmosphere here. That's fragging insane."

"Ah. That. Yes, that's a recent addition. We had many organic visitors and . . . even though most bots find them distasteful, the atmosphere made treaties easier to handle." He had been one of the most vocal protestors for the addition back then, but he's glad now that it went ahead over his complaints.

"Cool." Sari kisses his cheek. "I'm glad you did it. Makes it easier for me and dad."

He kisses her softly, "I'm glad it is here, too." He rubs her sides, "Did I tell you how lovely you look this sol?"

She laughs softly, "You're the one that polished me up after combing my hair and everything else. I'm going to have to say that the only reason I look this good is because of you." She kisses him, teasing at his headfins, "You're the one that did it, and even if you hadn't, you would say I was the prettiest femme ever. You flatterer."

He smiles, "But it isn't flattery when I'm just telling the truth."

"You're such a charmer," she starts, kissing his cheek, and then they're both interrupted by a scream.

A very familiar scream.

Sari blanches and clutches at him, "Dad!"

Sentinel races towards the lab, knowing that he'll be too late when he gets there, and her father is offline now, and-

When they get in the lab, Isaac looks . . . fine. He's leaning against the device, panting heavily, but he doesn't appear to be injured. Just... tired.

Isaac sits heavily on the floor, still panting. "I feel... odd."

Sentinel glares over at Perceptor, "What the frag happened?"

"He came in just as we were putting things away, and then there was an odd flash of light as the machine accidentally went off, hitting him." The bot gives him a blank look, "I told you it wouldn't hurt him as long as he was armored up. He is not damaged."

Sentinel picks Isaac up carefully, and walks over to Perceptor, "You will run a scan on him this instant." He isn't sure if it will work on a human, but he's not going to ignore it just because it may not work. For all he knows Perceptor can fix anything that possibly may be wrong.

"Very well." Perceptor swipes a datapad over his frame and shows Sentinel the results. "See? There is no damage. He is a healthy techno-organic, just like his daughter. Perhaps a bit on the young side, but not all techno-organics age the same way. Still, he has a minimum of several decavorns left, even if he continues to age at the rate the scans show."

Sentinel's spark freezes. "Isaac is not a techno-organic."

Perceptor gives him a blank look that somehow portrays skepticism, and says, "Yes, he is. His daughter is a techno-organic, and so is-"

He rubs his optics, interrupting, "Organic. What did you do to him?"

Perceptor looks as confused as he ever does, "I told you, nothing ha-"

"You ... you turned him techno-organic." He looks at Isaac, "We... we need to check how healthy he is because of this." Oh Primus, if this is true, they are going to get so many organics demanding they change them. It will expand an organics depressingly short lifespan to a normal bot one. He isn't sure how they can handle this.

Perceptor prods the machine with a slight frown, and then scans Isaac again. "Ah. I see the problem. You did not think to warn me that this mech was inundated with Allspark energy. I believe it had a negative reaction with my device. He appears quite healthy, though."

"I'll let a qualified medicbot prove that," Sentinel interrupts. "We are going back to Cybertron now. Red Alert and Ratchet will want to scan him."

Isaac, for his part, mostly looks dazed. "I . . techno-organic? Really?"

Sentinel sighs softly, "It seems so, yes. We'll have you checked out and you can see how it turns out. Sari is going to have to teach you how to properly function." He pauses, curious about something, "Could you smile for me?"

Isaac gives him an odd look, "Why?"

"I want to check something."

The mech shrugs, and smiles, dente flashing. "There. What is it?"

He nods, "Well, there we go. You have gear dente, just like Sari. I'm sure you're excited to try out all the brand new foods you can eat."

"I feel different." Isaac reaches down and touches his chest, right over his sparkplates. "There's . . hm. This must be a spark that I feel? How strange." Sentinel offlines his optics as the mech's sparkplates suddenly click and slide open. "Ah. Yes. It does appear to be a spark. How odd."

Sari makes a strangled noise, "Dad. . . close back up. You're doing the robot equivalent of flashing your junk at everyone."

Isaac frowns, but closes, "Fine. I still do not know why you are freaking out about this." The mech points at him, "Now I will live long enough to see you bond with my daughter. I expect grandsparklings."

Sentinel sighs softly, "I am planning on that, yes. Just realize it takes a long time to sync a spark up to another's. Supposedly, what Optimus is doing will promise more sparklings and sooner, that's why the original courting was that way, but I don't know if it will actually happen. The Allspark is fickle, and likes to change things randomly."

Sari leans against him, rubbing his chest, just above his sparkplates, "We'll have sparklings eventually."

"I certainly hope so."

The verdict is rather good, all things considered. Isaac is healthy, or as healthy as any techno-organic gets, considering that his lifespan is still going to be considerably shorter than Sari's. Sari seems to be a special kind of techno-organic. He doesn't really want to speculate on why.

He's just happy she is.

He kisses her head, rubbing her sides, "You going to show him how to transform?" She nods, "Yeah. He'll need all the help he can get." She kisses him, rubbing his helm, "I ... I may need to go back to earth in a few months, though. And stay there for a stellar cycle."

His spark freezes. "Why is that?"

"Because I'll need to help dad with the business and teach him how to do more with what he has in his frame. From what it looked like, he has odd weaponry installed, and I need to teach him how to do things without hurting himself. We can wait until after our one stellar cycle anniversary, but then I should go."

"Oh." Sentinel wonders if this is what his femmes had felt like, when he began breaking up with them. Distancing himself from them. He wonders idly what he's done to upset Sari so much that she wants to leave him now. Surely Isaac could stay here a stellar cycle or two to learn those things.

But she wants to go to earth, knowing that he cannot come with her.

"I won't be gone more than a stellar cycle. I promise."

He wonders how he became so very easy to read for her. How she just... knows how upset he is at the very idea of her leaving him. Even if it is decacycles away.

He kisses her, "Okay." He holds her in his arms, feeling terrible at the idea of her leaving him.

She rubs his side, kissing him again. "I know that... that you lived longer than me, and are probably going to say it is too soon to say this, since I'm just a silly techno-organic with no sense of time. But I... I just want you to know that I love you."

He can't say the same to her yet. But . . . soon. Soon, he thinks he will be able to.

She sighs, lying against him, "I don't want to leave you, Sentinel. I'm not . . good with people on earth. And I don't want to be gone a year. It's so long." She sighs more dramatically and leans back like one of the women on her romance novel covers, "However will I last without you, my noble knight?"

He laughs softly, kissing her gently, "You will survive like I know you can." He rubs her sides, playing with her armor, "But I think you should read the romance novels that the bots have written. With the heroic femme, and the mechs she saves."

She shrugs, "Maybe." She tugs him down into a kiss, "But we'll com each other every night?"

He rubs her headfins, "We'll try to. It is a great deal of decacycles away, and we can plan out more thoroughly later."

He doesn't want to think of her being gone from his side. It's painful.

She's leaving the next morning. For a full stellar cycle away from him, on earth. Sari will call him every other decacycle, but it's not the same. Not even a little bit. Sentinel has been thinking about requesting time off-but with the delegates coming this stellar, he won't get more than a single sol of leave at any time.

They're both laying on the berth in the dark, pretending to be in recharge, aware that neither of them actually is. Sentinel focuses on the warmth of her frame, and the soft, heated ventilations that wash over his plating.

He knows that he loves her now, his spark thrums with happiness when she is near. He had never even realized that he could fall as hard and fast for someone, but it seems like Sari just shows him how easy it is. It took less time for him to love her than it took for him to find out her designation for Primus's sake. He doesn't even know what to think about this.

It has been about three decacycles since the anniversary of their first date together, and all he can think about is how she is going to leave him soon. If it had been Elita doing this, he knows he would have been just fine with it. With her going away for a stellar cycle. How he would have thought that was no time at all, and could have done it instantly.

How he had done that with Elita.

But with Sari... it feels like he's going to lose her forever and a sol. Even though he knows for a fact that she will be back at his side as soon as possible, and never even look at another in any way to replace him.

He would have worried about that with Elita, but can't even think of that as possible with Sari. She... she just isn't that type of femme. She wants him and only him. Just like how he only wants to be with her.

So he slides his servo up along her back, and gazes into her suddenly online optics. "I am going to miss you," he says softly, afraid of breaking the silence and making her imminent departure even more prominent in his processor.

"I'll miss you too," she whispers, kissing his chest, sprawled on top of him. "But it's only gonna be a year."

Sentinel lets his servo slip between them, and he gently rubs at her sparkplates. "Much has changed since our first date."

She turns her head, blushing prettily, "Don't... don't tease me like this. You know how much I want to, but you say no. Don't dangle it in front of me, only to pull-"

He rubs just a tiny bit harder, feeling her spark heat, "Not teasing you. I want it too. The vorn is a guideline, and I know you'll return to me. You have shown that you want to be with me and are willing to wait. We've gone out on dates pretty much every single sol, even if that date was just sitting in my office to fuel." He unlocks under her, knowing she can feel how hot his spark is, "I would like to do this with you."

She bites her lower lip, her lovely gear dente holding it in place for a long moment. "I..." Her optics flutter, "Yes. You know I have been trying to convince you how ready I am. I love you. I had just thought you wanted more time."

"I don't need more time now."

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And that's the end, everyone. I don't know if I'll be updating tomorrow or not. If I'm not, I'm posting a snippet of what we're working on in my livejournal. I put something up every day. You can just check that out if you want to.

Oh, and the porn in this chapter is there. Like I said, this was for the kinkmeme