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Times Are Changing	By : LuciferDragon Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 4016 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Icestriker, Jadefire, and Katrina. Everything else belongs to the Transformers movie-verse. I make no money off this fic. It's all in good fun.

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"No, glitch-head! Defend, not flinch!"

"I'm TRYING!"

A snort came from behind the two dueling bots. "C'mon, 'Hide, give him a break."

Ironhide rolled his optics at Sideswipe. "He'll never—" A blow to the back of his knee knocked him down low enough for the smaller bot to pop him in the head.

Sideswipe howled with laughter as the younger mech lowered his fists. "You always taught me to never get distracted, Sir," the bot said with a slight grin.

"The kid got you there!" Sideswipe said, still getting his laughter in check.

Just then, the bay doors opened up, allowing a few vehicles to enter. In the lead as usual was Optimus, who transformed first. Behind him was Bumblebee and Jolt, followed closely by Arcee and Jadefire, sister of the bot Ironhide was now over-lecturing.

Arcee rolled her optics once she transformed. "'Hide, lay off him."

Jadefire also transformed from her Honda Interceptor form. "Popsicle, what did you do?"

The much younger bot shrugged his shoulders. "What he taught me to do. Never let your guard down."

Ironhide put his face in his hand. "That's it. Icestriker, we're done for today."

Icestriker grumbled and strolled off to find Bumblebee, seeing the two were close in age and got along best together.

Jadefire just smiled and followed Arcee to continue their conversation.

"So there's no mechs that have caught your attention?" Arcee pushed.

Jadefire bit at her facial plates. "Well, I—"

"We've been here for months; what about Sideswipe? He's said something about your tailpipe a few times."

"I-I need to go see Ratchet. Time for my studies, you know." She shifted slightly. "And I don't want anyone who judges by… tailpipes or chassis."

"Well then there has to be someone on this base—"

"Don't push it, please Arcee. I know Sideswipe set you up to it." She backed up, sending a quick glance to the mech in question, see him flash an optic in a wink.

"You caught me."

"You go after him. I'm not into young bots."

"Grave robber."

"I suppose." She shrugged. "I really do need to get to my lessons." She turned and left without letting the other femme ask any more questions.

Icestriker approached the blue bot. "Don't worry, she is into someone."

"Oh? Who?"

He shook his head. "Not sure. But it has to be someone with a lot of backstrut to catch her interest."

"And older…"

They thought for a second before saying simultaneously, "Optimus."

"No, femme, not that one!"

"Sorry!"

Ratchet lout out an annoyed growl, watching the emerald painted femme stumble around the med bay. "Get your head out of the clouds and focus on your work."

Jadefire sighed and set her current tools down, recollecting herself. "I'm sorry, Ratchet. Arcee just threw me off when we came back in from patrol."

"I haven't seen that femme act like that in years."

"Yeah, well she's trying to hook me up with Sideswipe."

"Would that really be a bad thing?" He frowned at the levels of their Energon supply. "The mech could protect you, provide, too."

"Yes but—Oh, Ratchet, he's just not for me." Her shoulders sagged as she sat on a recharge berth, a wrench hanging loosely in her grasp. "I don't see the big deal in it anyway."

Ratchet scoffed as he took inventory on his datapad. "It's a big deal because you are a femme."

"What does that have to do with anything? Arcee's a femme, and no one is harassing her. We even came on the last ship at the same time. Why am I different?"

"You're younger, and generally kept off the field now. And we are a bit under populated—"

Her optics snapped up. "So I'm just a mech fluid dumpster, is that it?"

"What? No!" He jabbed his stylus on the datapad. "Look, Jade, we want normalcy again now that Megatron is dead."

"The Decepticons still live and are active. Starscream is persistent."

"He lacks the backstrut and the bearings to do the job like the former leader." The glow of his optics softened. "Jade, we all want you to be happy. It will be your choice who you spark bond with, and you have a choice at any mech on base."

"Until all Decepticons are eliminated there is no rest or normalcy. I can't just—"

"Just what? Your place is in the med bay with me now. You're only doing patrol because it's been quiet. Why couldn't you try a life of normalcy?"

"Why can't you?" she snapped back.

"I'm afraid no femme has approached me, nor have I seen one that would spark my interest. There's a larger choice range for a femme to find a mech, than for a mech to find a femme." He resumed his inventory. "However, do as you wish."

Jadefire fidgeted a bit, placing the wrench beside her. "I know you're right." She slid off the recharge berth, ambling up beside him. "I just don't care for any of the younger guys."

"So go for some of the older ones."

"I said the same thing to Arcee and she called me a grave robber."

Ratchet smiled, finishing up his report. "Don't pay her any mind. It is your choice."

"Tell that to the mechs with no bearings to ask me themselves."

"I'll personally kick some youngling tailpipe if they don't leave you alone."

She smiled at the older medic. "Thanks, Ratch."

He handed her the datapad. "You know the drill."

"To Optimus and straight back. Got it."

Jadefire clutched the datapad close to her chassis as she took the long route to Optimus' office, politely greeting everyone as she went, human and bot alike. She slowed down as she heard voices talking in Prime's office, and immediately stopped when she distinctly heard her name.

"I'm still not sure if you have this comprehended," her brother was saying. "Jade totally has the hots for you!"

Optimus' deeper vocal processor gave a sound similar to that of a human clearing their throat. "Even if that was true, shouldn't she say so herself?"

"The perfect mech for her that she described fit you perfectly!" Arcee argued. "Much older, courageous, not interested in tailpipes and chassis. If it's not you, who else?"

Jadefire ground her dental plates and slammed open the door to the office, effectively scaring all three bots in the room. "This has gone on long enough. I understand the need for normalcy now that Megatron is dead, I really do, but do not start choosing suitors for me just because I'm one of the few femmes on base."

Icestriker looked away in shame while Arcee just clasped her hands to her elbows nervously. "We were just trying to help, Sis," he said.

"Don't! I'm sick of it!" She looked to Optimus next. "Sir, while they did describe what I want in a mech, you're not it."

"As much as I had figured," the Autobot leader said. He glanced at the other two. "As for you, you are to desist any further attempts to match up anyone else. Understood?" As they both nodded, his dismissed them, leaving him and Jadefire alone. "Jade, they are just trying to help."

She stiffened. "That remains to be seen," she responded coolly. "Ratchet requires another batch of energon in the med bay. We're getting a bit low. Also, we'll be in need of repairs on the computer, so—"

"Jade, don't change the subject." He looked at her seriously. "You have yet to take a mate, yet everyone else has at least once in their lives. Even Icestriker."

"Popsicle had a few one night stands, nothing more."

"He has still interfaced. You have not."

She narrowed her blue optics. "I don't see why it matters."

"You were born in the ending stages of Cybertron, so I see why you wouldn't find it important, but that war is over. All we need to do now is start over, picking out whatever Decepticon we see out of line."

She huffed. "You were one of the last people I would've expected to tell me to find a mate."

"You need to understand the times."

"I will mate out of my own choosing."

"I will not force you to mate with whom you don't want to, but—"

"But nothing!" She ground her dental plates. "You want to know the truth?"

"Of what?"

"I… I do have someone in mind. You have to swear not to say anything to anyone."

"You know I won't, but so be it. I swear it will not leave this room."

Jadefire tossed the datapad on his desk. "All right, but don't laugh."
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