Last chapter, everyone. Hope you liked it :3

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He kisses his little bots softly, "Goodnight, my minibots."

Sedan and Sparkride cuddle against him, murmuring their own goodnight as well. He is not surprised to not hear anything from the ninjabot, but he'll have plenty of time to train him later.

Oil Slick looks at him with an unreadable expression on his face for a long moment before finally saying, "You will let Tap-Out go."

"No," Shockwave answers him, and then turns his attention back to his datapad.

Wicked claws reach up to pull the datapad down, and force his optic back on the ninjabot. "Yes. You will let him go now."

"No." Shockwave dislikes repeating himself, and he pulls the datapad back. "He is mine. I captured him, and he will be learning to enjoy his new life with my minibots." He gently flicks a claw at Oil Slick, "Go back to your triple-changer. I hear he has been admiring a truckbot recently. One of those slutbot models with the glass over their sparkplates."

Oil Slick gives him a flat look, "What he's doing isn't important right now. What is important is the fact that you have a ninjabot that you are keeping as a berth slave. Ninjabots are not meant to be caged."

He turns away, "That's nice. He will learn to love being with us. You should accept that. Lord Megatron had no problem with me keeping Tap-Out."

Even though Shockwave is growing irritated with the bot, even after only two sols. The frustrating mech had tried taking Glider out of the room. Right now Tap-Out is very firmly stuck in the cage and has several codes running through him to show how horrible of a bot he is for trying to steal a sparkling.

There was no forgiveness for such an act. Perhaps if Tap-Out proved himself loyal to Lord Megatron and subservient to his other minibots and Shockwave, then he might redeem himself in a vorn or two for having tried something so heinous.

He had tried apologizing, but Shockwave had been in no mood to listen to him, and Sedan had been calling out for the bot's spark, clutching Glider to his chest protectively. He knows if he leaves Sedan around Tap-Out alone now, Tap-Out is unlikely to survive the encounter.

He is willing to wait just a little while longer, but he will likely let his little bot kill the ninjabot if Tap-Out keeps pushing. He has no interest in minibots that do such terrible things.

Oil Slick glares down at him, "Let him go. I will not allow you to keep him there. Ninjabots are not meant to be in captivity, and you never should have done this in the first place."

He puts the datapad back in front of his face, "I think I hear your triple-changer calling you. Get out of my office."

"No." Oil Slick climbs up onto his desk and sits down on it, right in front of his monitors, like a twitchy cybercat needing some attention. He's fairly certain that if he shared that comparison with Oil Slick, Shockwave would lose an antler to those wicked claws. "You will release him, Shockwave. Ninjabots are not meant to be put in chains."

He reshapes his optic and gives the bot an arch look. "Oh? I think your Blitzwing would argue against that."

Oil Slick hisses, making the cybercat comparison all the more apt, and twitches his claws angrily, "You know what I mean, fragger!"

Primus, he doesn't want to deal with this. He had been considering getting rid of Tap-Out because of the sparkling stealing, but now this is going to make him give the ninjabot more time to adjust since he doesn't want Oil Slick to think he has any sway over what he does. "Leave, Oil Slick. Go to your lover, and let me work. I know that you have work, you can do that."

"Yes. My work is getting you to release the ninjabot that you have been sparkraping."

Shockwave pushes the little bot off of his desk. "You know very well that I do not take unwilling lovers, cyclebot. He has enjoyed everything we have done to him; begged for most of it." He pauses, "Except for the punishments, which he has earned on his own merit. If you had a sparkling with Blitzwing and the bot had tried to steal it, I know he would no longer be alive."

The mech gives him a very dark look, "Until you release the bot, consider our trades null and void."

He watches the mech leave, and sighs softly. He had been hoping to get that armor for Sedan, and several other things. The bot had even gotten a few things he was needing, and Shockwave was just waiting on him. Now he needs to deal with this, as well.

The minibot was becoming less and less wanted the more he stays.

At this point, it may prove best to just drop the thing off on another planet with a sharp warning to never cross paths with Shockwave again. He fumes silently at his desk and turns the screen displaying his Precious to the front, studying it. Sedan is holding Glider near the ninjabot's cage, hissing something at the bot inside.

Oh, dear. His Sweetspark has apparently realized that his cameras do not have good audio coverage in that particular spot and is taking advantage of that. He's going to have to paddle Sedan's aft when he gets home this sol.

He's also going to have to upgrade the audio, as well. He hadn't needed to before, but this bot is making him do all sorts of things he never wanted to do. He is not the least bit happy about that.

He rubs Sedan's aft softly, glaring down at Tap-Out, "You are far more trouble than you're worth."

Sedan squirms on his lap, sniffling as Shockwave's claws stroke the soft, heated metal. His little Sweetspark hadn't enjoyed the spanking at all-but it would have defeated the purpose if he had. Sedan was not meant to enjoy his punishments. If he had writhed the way Oil Slick does when bent over a lap, Shockwave would have needed to find a new punishment for him instead of spanking.

Tap-Out stares at him with blazing, furious optics, "And you wonder why I think it's not safe to leave a sparkling with you when you choose to discipline your lover for having a private conversation."

He pets his Precious softly, "He knows that he isn't supposed to do that. If he had kept his voice at a reasonable volume, I wouldn't have needed to do this at all. He was obviously telling you not to touch our sparkling, but he chose to keep it quiet when he knows I like hearing him."

Sedan curls up against him, "I... I won't do it again."

He rubs his little bot's back, "I know you won't, Precious. I hate having to punish you for this, but you know better."

His little bot offers him a wobbly smile, "Y-yes. If I want private communication, I am to use my private coms. I'm sorry." He nuzzles Shockwave's claws. "He made me so mad that I forgot." Sedan kisses one of his claws, his visor dim. "Let me make it up to you?"

Stroking his back, Shockwave gives him a silent shake of his head, and then answers, "No. Later, little one. I am thinking of what to do with our ninjabot right now."

Sedan cuddles against him, nodding silently.

Tap-Out glares, "You sicken me."

Shockwave really doesn't want to deal with this bot. Sedan adores him, Sparkride loves it here, and Glider is the happiest sparkling he's ever seen. He has no clue why Tap-Out is such a terrible minibot. He wouldn't be surprised if it is all that ninjabot coding in him making him so irritating. Oil Slick is hard to pay attention to when he's going off on a ninjabot rant.

He just wishes he could figure out a good way to get rid of Tap-Out, since he knows offlining the fragger will make Oil Slick all the more upset.

Dumping the bot on a random planet is more and more appealing with each passing sol. "If you have nothing pleasant to say and continue to speak, I will have your glossa removed," he warns. Drop him off with his armor stripped in the middle of a whorebot garden. Possibly with a note attached to his chest, letting the whorebots know to take advantage of their gift before the ninjabot manages to escape his chains.

The ninjabot hisses at him, hiding in the blankets and meshes. Sedan glares at the bot angrily, still curled up tightly against Shockwave, "I don't want him out of the cage."

He really can't blame his love for wanting that at all, not when he's so angry at the bot over everything. "Then he will stay in the cage." He doesn't like that he has yet to actually 'face the bot, since the mech keeps refusing his spark. He has only gotten to play with the tiny spark with his claws, and it has become increasingly irritating to deal with.

He does not want to get rid of the bot before he finally gets to feel his spark on the minibot, but it is increasingly likely that's what is going to happen.

It's very irritating, but he will have to deal with it. After all, up until his little Sweetspark, he only rarely had the opportunity to interface his sweet little minibots. He had felt so few tiny, gorgeous sparks against his own, and he savors each and every interface with them.

Which made the bot's stubborn refusal even more infuriating. Had he been less noble of a bot, he would simply hack the bot into willingness. It would be easy enough to do.

But Shockwave wants his bots very willing and eager, without the subtle twitches that even the best hack will induce in their behavior.

Sedan cuddles into him a little more, legs shaking against him weakly, "I... I don't want him in the berthroom. He continually shows he has not earned it."

Shockwave rubs his sore little bot softly, "I know, Precious, I know. But we need to make sure he doesn't do anything dangerous. I could not live with myself if he escaped and damaged anything. I will figure something out, and then we will have no troubles to deal with again."

If his little bot takes it as a death threat, all the better. He wants the ninjabot to feel threatened after what he's done. After trying to steal a sparkling. Shockwave strokes his Sedan, fondling the cute little aft of his lover, making him squirm even more, trying to evade the touches to his sensitive armor plating. He loves making his little bots wiggle like this after they have been punished.

He looks down at the ninjabot in his lap, not even bothering to pet the mechs horns, and disconnects the datapad he used to put the finishing touch on the hacking he did. "There. You won't be able to lie about what you did to my sparkling. And you can not lie about what I'm about to do, either."

Tap-Out glares at him from behind the mouthclamp, wanting to start cursing at him.

He sets the bot on the ground, claws firmly on his little shoulder, "The planet I'm putting you on is Bedlam, it is a Autobot friendly neutral planet, and you can return to Cybertron or wherever else you want to go easily enough. If you come near Decepticon space, do not be surprised if I remove your spark."

Tap-Out makes noises behind the mouthclamp, and Shockwave smiles to himself as the bot realizes he is being dumped in the crystal garden of a brothel, right beside the red cora cluster. He watches the minibot's optics cloud over as the bot begins to writhe on the ground in his chains, trying to flip over to rub his spark on the crystals.

As much as he would love to record it all, the noise has drawn the attention of the bots inside, and Shockwave makes a reluctant exit before he can be spotted.

When he returns to the ship, he has slipped into his Longarm disguise to stave off attention paid to him. Longarm's cheerful demeanor and blue optics sliding interest right off him. He can't wait until he sees his Precious.

Slipping into the door, he walks into the main area, searching for a few cubes of specialty blend energon. He wants to celebrate the loss of a sparkling stealer, and him being able to get Oil Slick to continue to make the armor for his little bot. He looks forward to his Precious looking even tinier and stronger than ever.

The thought of it makes his spark pulse.

Suddenly something slams into him from behind, and there's a soft hum and pressure against his throat as an energy blade flickers to life. "Who the frag are you and why are you on my ship?" his little bot hisses in his audio, digging the blade in just enough to singe his armor. "This ship belongs to Shockwave, and he will not deal kindly with you if you are still here when he returns, intruder."

His spark swells at how well his beloved deals with bots, even if he isn't exactly happy having that done to him. He starts to move his servo to Sedan's, only for the blade to dig in a little tighter, and the little bot to start to growl wordlessly. He lets his servo drop, slipping out of his normally Longarm voice to his normal one. "It is perfectly okay, Sedan."

His little bot gives him a confused look, but the blade does not move, "You can mimic his voice, but that doesn't mean that you are him. I'm not going to let an Autobot into here. It is better to have an empty shell than to allow an intruder in."

Shockwave slowly unfolds himself, joints hinging up and out, limbs extended to their normal positions, and he can feel his little bot venting against him with shock. He reaches up and takes the energy blade from Sedan's loose grip. "I had forgotten that I had not let you see my disguise, my little one." He plucks Sedan from his shoulder and cradles him against his chest. "You are surprisingly fierce. I like that."

Sedan relaxes in his hold, curling up against him, "I was worried about you. We're on this planet, and you could have gotten hurt. If I had known you could do this, I wouldn't have been so on edge and jumpy. I wouldn't have attacked you!"

He kisses his lovely little bot, "I don't mind you doing that, since you've shown that you are very competent at fighting. If I hadn't done that, I never would have known!"

Sedan gives him a spark-broken look, "This was... a test?"

He shakes his head quickly, nuzzling and kissing his love, "No, Precious, no. Not at all. I wouldn't do that to you. I'm just glad to know that you are perfectly able to take care of yourself without me here."

"I don't like it," Sedan mutters, clutching at him. "I don't like being without you." He dims his visor. "Show me your disguise again? I didn't get a good look."

Shockwave folds himself down until he's much smaller, large for an Autobot, but rather small for a neutral or Decepticon. He is a master at fitting and folding himself this way, and any discomfort he had felt early in life has long since faded away. This frame feels almost as natural as his other, though he always feels better when he is not compacted. "Do you like it?" he asks, moving his false mouth as he flickers his false optics at his lover.

Sedan rubs tiny fingers along his face, a small frown on his mouth, "I guess?" His little bot touches his false mouth, touching his dente with a frown, "I like your gears more, and you are not as wonderful to cuddle against like this."

He moves forward, kissing Sedan softly, small glossa flicking in, "But you don't mind it, do you? I can remain out of disguise entirely if that is what you wish."

Sedan frowns, touching him again, "I never said that. I wouldn't mind 'facing you like this if you wanted. Just..." His chest is rubbed softly, "Can you go back to your purple color? I like that so much more."

Triggering his paint to swap pallets is easy enough, and Sedan sighs with pleasure against him. "The shades I use would be rather suspicious on an Autobot frame. I avoid this color scheme when I am in this disguise." He dims his false optics and grinds his plates against Sedan. "My spark is still the same." As are his mods, and he is wondering how long it will be before Lord Megatron demands to interface him this way.

Sedan grinds back, visor dimming in return, "I suppose we have time to test that out, don't we?"

He smiles with his false mouth, "We certainly do. I'm going to a truly neutral planet, and you can be at my side when I'm not in disguise."

His little bot's fingers brush his head, "I will take advantage of the fact that you're in it now, then."

Lifting his lover up a bit more, Shockwave carries him into the berthroom, "Oh, yes. I believe we will have to take advantage of the fact that this ship has autopilot." He triggers it to get them away from the planet and the ninjabot, and then pushes Sedan onto the berth. "Will you be eager for me, or reluctant to 'face the Autobot intruder?"

His little bot squirms under his servos, "For now, I want to 'face you because it is you, just in a different frame. We can play games later." A finger drifts along his arm, "Later tonight, even. I just want you how you are now, though."

He smiles, allowing himself his normal mannerisms, even if they feel slightly awkward in his body as it is now, "Only because it is you, Precious." He leans down, kissing Sedan softly, "Only for you."

His little bot opens for him, visor dimming even more, "I love you."

He straddles Sedan slowly, opening his plates, "I love you, too."

He runs his claws slowly along the slim rod of metal, tapping it softly to make sure that the paint inside of it is not going to escape, and frowns. He knows that it is perfect, and nothing can ruin it, but he is still worried.

His little bot is recharging on their berth, curled up next to Glider for a stasis nap as he looks in the vidscreen, but he is going to have to wake him soon.

He has finished the bonding brush, and he knows his little bot wants a bonding. He is still worried. He doesn't want Sedan to think that the brush isn't good enough, or just accepts because it means they are finally getting bonded.

Sparkride is sitting off to one side, weaving something out of long strands of supple metal. He thinks it's supposed to end up as a blanket of some sort, but Shockwave was never one for crafting such things. He might purchase them, and hunt for the ones made by Scalpel's kin-which were slagging impossible to find nowadays, weavers are so rare now-but he did not understand making them.

He creeps out his office and sends Sparkride a text, Go into the living area and wait for me on the couch. I have something to show you, and would like your opinion on it.

Hopefully his petbot will put the blanket supplies down and leave Glider and Sedan in recharge.

He watches intently as Sparkride packs the items away, and smiles when the minibot soothes Sedan back into recharge when the movement wakes his little bot up. Sparkride puts Glider in her little sparkling berth because of something Sedan said, it was a little too quiet to make out, but he knows it was only that silent because his Precious is half offline.

When Sparkride is sitting on the couch in the main room, he leaves his office to go back to his quarters. The bonding brush is in his subspace, since he doesn't want anyone to stop him and demand he show it off before he gets an opinion from a bot he actually trusts to know what to say. Unlike from Oil Slick, who will just insult it and demand that he never use it at all.

He just wishes the ninjabot would stop freaking out about bonding, and finally let Blitzwing present a brush. At least then, he wouldn't have to deal with the cyclebot's attitude about how much he loves Sedan.

And the pair could frag each other senseless and still invite just as many bots to their berth. It was not as if Blitzwing was fool enough to ask for a sparkbond, even if the mad bot clearly longed for one.

Part of the time.

He was, after all, rather mad. His desires rarely stabilized much more than his face ever did.

The rest of the time the bot lusted after slutty truckbots and slim cyclebot frames, and occasionally interfaced with the tiny cyclebot minionbot that lurked around, following Oil Slick like a particularly persistent sentient fungus.

He slips into the room, walking over to his little pet bot. Sparkride looks at him for a little bit, then looks away, "What toy did you get this time?"

Ah, his little bot thinks he's going to stick something in his sparkchamber or valve. Well, he isn't Lord Megatron, and he hasn't been requested to do anything. "Not a toy, little bot." He tilts Sparkride's head up, kissing him demandingly, glossa flicking in. "Something far more important." He smiles, "Not for you, either. As I said, I want your opinion." He starts to reach into his subspace, "You must tell me if Sedan will like it. Not for what it is, though. I know he'll like it for that. But for what it looks like."

"Did you finally . . ," the bot trails off, and then leans back, "show me what you want me to look at."

He pulls the bonding brush out of his subspace and kneels down so Sparkride can take a closer look at it. Shockwave holds it close to the little bot, letting him examine all the details on the handle, which is curled around with intricate golden wires entwined with silver curls and a delicate pattern of purple beneath it all. Sparkride hums, optics brightening a bit. "It's lovely."

There's a horrified, sparkbroken gasp behind him, and Shockwave turns to find Sedan staring at them with a visor so dim it's almost completely offline.

He reaches over to his little bot, "Prec-"

Sedan sobs softly, mouth hidden behind a servo, "Y-you don't want me?"

"Oh, Precio-" He's cut off by his little bot rushing past him, making hurt sounds as he runs out the door, slipping past his claws. "Sedan!" He gets up, shoving the bonding brush in his subspace as he takes off after his little bot. When he gets to the hallway, his beloved little bot is nowhere to be found, and he doesn't know where to even begin looking.

Sparkride stands by his peds, having rushed out with him, "I . . that was not slagging good at all. We should find him before he does something stupid."

Shockwave pushes Sparkride back into his quarters. "You will stay and watch Glider and I will find my Sweetspark and explain that I was only getting your opinion." He would never propose a bond to their berthbot. He may love Sparkride in his own way, but it is not the same as loving Sedan. Not even a little bit.

Sparkride gives him a dirty look, but nods, "He could be with Lord Megatron."

He sighs softly, "Maybe." He closes the door, walking over to his Lord's room, knocking softly on the door. When it opens, he is not the least bit surprised to see Starscream. He gets yanked off his peds into the room, and pushed against the wall demandingly.

"You're here early, not that I'm complaining. Spread your legs."

That is something he doesn't like about the seeker. He shakes his head, "No. I'm looking for Sedan. He took off, and I wanted to know if he's here."

The seeker, frowns at him, claws tapping on his side, "No. Why did he run away from you, anyway? I can't think of any reason why. Your little bot fragging adores you."

"There was a misunderstanding." He pushes the claws away from his pelvic armor as the bot tries to encourage him to spread his thighs apart. "I need to find him. I will assume from your reactions that he is not here."

Starscream fondles him, still stubbornly attempting to have his way, "He is not. I'm sure he'll make his way back to your room eventually. He knows where he belongs, unlike some bots, who do not know when to spread their legs and let their superiors take their valves."

He glares at the bot, legs firmly shut, "I'm going to ask him to bond with me."

The mech pauses, servo stilling, "Right now?" He nods, and the bot pulls away, "Well, that changes things." The seeker moves back close, rubbing pelvic armor, "Sparkbonding?"

He shakes his head, "Just bonding. He doesn't like 'facing mods, and doesn't want to shut Sparkride out of our berth."

Starscream rubs his face, claws touching his mouth, "Sparkbonding has all sorts of advantages, though. You'd love it."

"It means that I could not have sparklings with my other minibots," Shockwave says, opening his mouth to suck obediently on the claws. Appeasing Starscream in this way meant he would be more willing to help him track down his Sweetspark. "I do intend to spark with Sparkride some sol."

"Really?" Starscream chuckles, "Oh, yes. When you get him with sparkling, you will have to bring him to our berth."

He twirls his gears softly, "Of course. I'd have it no other way."

The seeker kisses him after removing his claws, "Good." He's gently pushed to the door, "Now get out before I shove you in the berth. I'll be sure to have bots help you look for your minibot. No one wants to lose their soon-to-be-bonded. We'll find him soon."

He relaxes a bit, stepping out the door, "Thank you, Starscream."

The seeker slips a claw under his chin, tipping his face up into another kiss, "I'll even make sure Strika doesn't join in. Since she'd only scare him further into hiding."

From what Shockwave understands, Lugnut is quite sparkbroken that he is not allowed to watch Glider when they need a sparkling sitter. He would trust his sparkling with Lugnut easily enough, but not with Strika. Not after what she had done. Perhaps when she leaves with Team Chaar on a long mission, he will allow Lugnut to care for Glider some evening.

But he can deal with that later.

He kisses the seeker softly, murmuring another thanks, and the bot pushes him away, servo trailing on his back and lingering on his aft, "Go find your little loverbot, no need to thank me. If he's in one of the other Generals' rooms, we'll com you. But go search the base." The mech pauses, looking at him knowingly, "Have you tried comming him, though?"

He hasn't, which is foolish. He shakes his head, putting his claw to his temple, "Sedan?" There's nothing but silence in return. "He isn't answering."

The seeker smiles, "Go check your recordings. You'll find him easily. If you can't, we'll start the search in earnest."

If the seeker finds him first, Shockwave knows what sort of thank you gift the mech will expect from him. He won't even object to the kinky things the seeker will ask him to do.

But he intends to find his spark's desire before the seeker does. He settles in front of his monitors and pulls up the camera recordings of the hallways around his room, and watches his little bot flee and then tracks him through the halls and into a lift, which carries him several levels down. The minibot then rushes down empty hallways and ends up in the datapad storage racks, curled up in a corner.

He smiles, heading out of his office, walking quickly through the halls in a much less circuitous route than his little bot, and makes it to the storage racks quickly. His little mech's ped is sticking out from under one of the storage racks, and he sends a small text to Starscream informing him to not to start the search since he has his little bot in his sight.

He peeks around the corner, looking down at Sedan, and murmurs softly, "Precious?"

His minibot is curled up in the datapads, sobbing softly into his knees, and he looks so hurt and broken, it makes his spark feel like tiny cracks are creeping along the surface of it. Just one tap could break it.

Sedan looks up, optical lubricant smearing his cheeks, "Wh-wh-why are you b-bonding with him? You . . you said you loved me!" Sedan gets up and hisses at him abruptly, "I'll offline him before you get to paint his finger!"

Shockwave pulls the little bot onto his lap, stroking his shaking frame. "It was a misunderstanding, sweetspark. I do not want to bond with Sparkride. I was only showing him a bonding brush." He drops his voice a bit, "Our bonding brush."

His little bot gives him a hurt look, "Then why was he getting shown it? I ... I should h-ha-" His little bot shutters his optics, looking away.

He kisses Sedan softly, "I wanted to know if you'd like it. He'd know if you like it."

His Precious curls up in his arms, shaking his head, "Y-you sho-should have gi-given it to me first. I'd ha-have loved it no matter what. You shouldn't have let him have it!"

"He does not have it, Sweetspark." Shockwave pulls out the brush, "See? I still have the brush. It has not been given to another bot, because I will only give it to you. Sparkride did not even touch it."

Sedan stares at the brush and sniffles, his optics going wide, "It's . . ."

Oh, dear, his little bot thought the brush was too gaudy, or perhaps not pretty enough, and he was going to reject it and then Shockwave would spend the rest of his sols miserable and bondless, with his little bot hinting that he wanted a mech with better taste in brushes, and -

"-perfect."

Well... that's a relief.

He kisses his Precious lovingly, glad that he can do so in public now. It is well known he has a mouth since Megatron and Starscream keep yanking him into kisses, and he had to lick Megatron's spike with Lugnut while his leader had that call with the Autobots.

"I'm so glad you like it, Love." His claws draw along Sedan's sides, "Will you accept, then?"

Sedan laughs softly, "You already knew I'd never say no." He's tugged down into a demanding kiss, "I love you. Of course I'm going to say yes."

Shockwave's spark pulses with joy, and he clutches his Sweetspark against him, kissing him with all the love his processor can put into it.

The wonderful thing about bonding with a bot that already has a sparkling is the adorably grumpy looks that said sparkling gives when you spend several megacycles putting complicated painted decorations on her so she will match with her creator. Shockwave tickles her frame, trying to get her to smile, and she bites his claws viciously, drawing his attention to his bonding mark. It's a beautiful bit of ancient Cybertronian, scrolling around his claw in a complicated knot. It's gorgeous, and makes the simple decorated ring he'd put on Sedan look plain.

He jiggles their sparkling - officially theirs, since the paint on her was used to signify that as well - a little more, smiling softly at her, and leans down to kiss his bonded on the head, "Love you."

Sedan leans against him visor dim with happiness, "I love you, too." His servo is pulled down, "We should get going, love. If we wait around here too long, it is very bad luck."

He would like to stay with Glider a little longer, deeply pleased with the fact that the special, Allspark-blessed paint absorbing into her frame to let her accept his spark as her creator, but knows his little bot is correct. "True. We'll give her to Sparkride just before we get on the ship."

He'd been granted a wonderful honeymoon as well; a full decacycle away from the base and his responsibilities to celebrate his bonding. He intended to spend it mostly in the berth, although the resort claimed to have a crystal garden he wanted to share with Sedan. Especially if the rumors of the red cora clusters and bots willing to drag you out of them after you had sated yourself were true. It was not the sort of thing you could openly advertise, after all.

Sedan curls against him, and he picks the little bot up, "Anyone else we need to speak to before we go?"

Sedan hums softly, "Lord Megatron gave his blessing, Blitzwing congratulated us twice, once as Icy and once as Random, Lugnut said how happy he was for us, and Starscream was disappointed that he couldn't frag your valve one last time."

He nods, "That does sound like all of it. I'm just glad that General Strika decided to stay away. I'm not sure how I feel with her around you."

Of course, one should not speak ill of a bot unless they want that bot to suddenly arrive, and it is as if his words have summoned Strika up from whatever pit she had been hiding in, as she strides proudly through the doors with several tiny bots trailing after her.

Ah. She's apparently decided to take some pets for herself and crash his bonding and-

Wait.

One of those bots was a minibot.

How dare she take a mini as a pet and then parade him in front of Shockwave?

She spots him, optics lighting up, and walks to him quickly, "Shockvave!"

He offlines his optic, holding his little bots close, "What is it, Strika?" He just wants to go to the ship and not deal with her, and her uncaring servos. She doesn't know how to take ca-

"Pa-... papas?" Sedan says softly, peeking over his arm to the ground at the little bots next to Strika.

He blinks down at them, "These are your creators?" At his Precious' nod, he sets him down, and looks at Strika, "What do you want?" Such a thing only comes at a steep price, and he knows he will be paying for a very long time if Team Chaar has anything to say about anything.

Sedan makes a soft noise and runs into his creators' arms, and they embrace him with all the affection of bots who likely assumed their sparkling was offline, or worse. He wonders if they knew what Sedan had been made to do. He wonders what they had been doing.

Strika tips her head to one side, "I vant your forgiveness for my hurting your bot. It vill not happen again, and I vant you to allow us to vatch Glider and any other sparklings you vill be having in the future."

He looks at Sedan, and holds Glider out to Strika, pulling her away for a moment, "His creators are not berthbots, are they?"

She huffs softly, "They are your bonding gifts. You can do whatever you like vith them. I am sure that your bonded vill vant them to be free, but that is your call."

He smiles, setting Glider in her servos, "Then, yes, you can look after her." He pauses, looking down at Sedan and his creators, "I don't know what to do with them yet, but I imagine they will be spending time with Sparkride."

"Mostly likely," Strika reaches over and lowers her voice, "They vere vorking in the mines and vere quite damaged. Especially the minibot vone. You vould do vell to go easy on them for now, Shockvave. They vere quite afraid, and the bots there had been taunting them vith the fact that their only sparkling vas condemned to a life of servicing sparks."

Shockwave makes a note of that, and then gives Glider a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Thank you. I believe this means we will be delaying our honeymoon a sol or so while my Sweetspark enjoys the company of his creators, and I show them that I love their sparkling."

Strika smirks at him, "That is bad luck, and you know it. They know that you vill be going, and have talked to me about that."

He frowns, "I still thi-"

Sedan comes over to him, reaching up to be held, "Let's go, Shockwave."

He picks his little bot up, frowning, "You don't want to stay wi-"

He's kissed demandingly, "They're bonded, too. They know what we're doing. We can talk to them after we get back."

"If that is what you want, my Sweetspark," Shockwave is willing to risk bad luck to keep his beloved happy. Even if the resort they are going to is rumored to have hosted the Allspark at one time in the distant past. They claim that interfacing there has a higher chance of sparkling creation than anywhere else save the Allspark temple itself. As much as he would enjoy spreading Sedan out on the altar there, it is not an option for a Decepticon.

Sedan curls up in his arms as they walk out of the room, "I do. Let's go to the resort, I want to try out that crystal garden."

He smiles, kissing his little bot. "Of course, Precious."

This honeymoon is going to be the best thing ever, and his little bot has his entire family the moment they get back. And, if they're lucky, they can add that by one with a little bot already in the chamber.

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