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�Morning Tea� � Chapter 6

Maggie hadn�t had a good sleep that night. When
the morning came Kitty watched her with confused eyes the entire time she�d
been dressing for work after shower and having a cup of coffee. The clever
feline even tried to spike up Maggie�s mood by comforting her mistress in her own
way � poking the girl�s leg with her furry paw now and then, wrapping her warm
body around it, all the while asking mute questions with her two huge yellow
orbs with vertical irises.

Maggie sighed, giving her cat an affectionate
stroke and a tired smile. �Mommy�s okay, kid. Be back in a few hours, you won�t
even have time to miss me. Food�s in your bowl, help yourself.�

The girl felt this morning wouldn�t be a
particularly good one. The only positive thing about it was the new stage of
her long work at the Autobot base. The month she�d spent there deciphering Cybertronian
codes and messages finally resulted in Maggie�s cutting-edge invention. It was
a program that (in theory) would become a Cybertronian-English translator, be
that text or speech. Text was easy enough, but speech was tricky. The piece of
code she�d written so far wouldn�t be enough to quickly convert the data, she
still needed another module that would upgrade the search engine and exclude the
unneeded parts of the built-in dictionary from it, based on the type of the
sound. Now she needed a good audio-sample, preferably with two or more
different sources of speech � in short, she needed to record a conversation of
two or more Cybertronians to see if the program could actually tell one mech
from another without problems. For that purpose, she grabbed a mini tape
recorder and dropped it into her purse.

She made her exit and was immediately welcomed
by a familiar joyful honking of the yellow Camaro. A smile tugged at Maggie�s
lips. �Hey, �Bee, how are you doing?�

�I am good, thank you, Maggie,� the Autobot
replied happily. �Did you sleep well?�

She barely suppressed the desire to roll her
eyes. Why is it that every time people want to act polite and friendly in the
morning they ask you if you�d slept well? In this particular case, it felt very
much like prying into her personal life. Even though she knew that Bumblebee
didn�t mean anything bad she still couldn�t help but be slightly annoyed. She
was either forced to lie to him, or risk being asked unwanted questions�

�Yep, like a baby,� she forced a smile to
stretch further, and judging by the energetic roar of Bumblebee�s engine, he accepted
her answer and was more than ready to race her to the base through the hot
desert.

The moment she got inside and was safely buckled
up the yellow �bot floored it, eliciting a surprised yelp from the girl. She
gave an amused laugh, �What�s going on, �Bee? Why are you so excited? I mean,
more-than-usual kind of excited.�

�It shows, doesn�t it?� the Camaro laughed in
answer. �A new Autobot arrived to the base early this morning. He landed in the
desert, not far away from our location, and the human military forces were
quick to intercept and escort him to Optimus.�

Wow� That was really good news. More Autobots
meant a greater chance to preserve peace on Earth in case the Decepticons decided
to regroup and strike again for whatever reason.

�What�s his name?� Maggie found herself asking.

�Sideswipe. A very interesting individual. You
just wait for his twin to arrive, and there�ll be real trouble,� Bumblebee chuckled.

�Twin?� She had no idea the Autobots had twins.

�It�s the closest term I found in your language
that could explain the nature of those two. For humans, the term �twins� suggests
two people with identical DNA structure, born together. We Cybertronians don�t have
parents who give birth to us. We have Constructors and the Allspark� Well, we used
to have the Allspark� Anyways, when Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were created, the
Allspark produced one spark for the two of them, and it divided itself in two,
making them �twins� in the process.�

Maggie shook her head in disbelief with a smile.
�The more I know about your kind, the more I realize there�s still a lot to
learn.�

�You have no idea, Maggie,� Bumblebee laughed
again.

x-x-x

The yellow Camaro let her out at the entrance to
the base and raced to attend to some Autobot business of his. Maggie followed a
long path of the main corridor that led to her small office-like room, her
heart speeding up in her chest at the prospect of seeing Jazz again. There was
no doubt he would show up at her doorstep, and the question was what shape exactly
their conversation would take.

As Maggie was passing one of the rooms she noticed
that the door wasn�t closed, and a stream of clicking and buzzing sounds was
coming from the inside which she immediately recognized as a Cybertronian
speech. Peeking into the opened door she saw the familiar silver form that
could only belong to Jazz, and� He was talking to another silver mech, and
Maggie made the logical conclusion that it was Sideswipe.

Well� he was stylish. Shiny. Cool looking. She
was 90% sure that if he transformed it would be into a kick-ass sport car,
something very impressive.

But, back to business. Since the door was
opened, she couldn�t be accused of eavesdropping on the two, so she rummaged her
purse for the mini tape recorder and pushed the record button to have a good
audio-sample to work on later.

In the meantime, the two Autobots continued with
their talk, giving no indication that they had noticed her presence. They
exchanged a series of clicks, chirps and beeps. Then Sideswipe held up his
hands in a gesture of peace, chirping quietly several times. While doing so, he
pointed at Jazz�s chest plate, and Maggie�s cheeks turned hot that very instant.
She hadn�t even come up with a decent, plausible explanation of how her stray
mouth could have landed right on Jazz�s spark zone � how could you explain
something like that? And it seemed like she had just witnessed exactly this
kind of conversation.

She waited for Jazz�s reaction, holding her
breath unconsciously. Then the saboteur let out several repetitive and
descending mechanical sounds, and there could be no mistake � it was his laughter
that echoed from the walls of the corridor, and that absolutely wasn�t
something she�d honestly expected. Maggie didn�t have a clue what he said next
meant in Cybertronian, but an uneasy feeling settled itself somewhere in her
chest. Of course, she could have misinterpreted that laughter, and�

Anyways, she had no right to feel offended. She
screwed up big time, and here come the consequences � people asking questions�

There was no way in hell she would willingly go
to introduce herself to Sideswipe now. Not a chance! She turned the recorder
off and headed to her room, trying to get her mind on track of work. Let the
terabytes of code be her sweet oblivion.

x-x-x

So, Maggie was working. Maggie was writing her
program. Maggie was drinking her tea and restarting her computer for the fifth
time that morning, because it�s what the Universe seems to be doing on your bad
days - �processor failure�-ing you in more than one way�

Then Jazz came, shining her a smile from the
doorway that she tightly returned.

Her gaze involuntarily dropped to his chest,
where that offending mouth-print shone like a fluorescent brown-orange inkblot.
Of course, it wasn�t that noticeable, it was only her imagination�

In the meantime, Jazz got comfortable on the
floor near her table and started with telling her the news on Optimus Prime�s latest
armor upgrade. He was saying something about Ironhide getting beside himself over
the issue, since the weapons specialist had been the one to design that new defense
system � but Maggie wasn�t listening. It seemed like wherever she was intending
to look � Jazz�s visor, his hands, his antennas � her eyes inevitably got glued
to that spot, her brain losing the train of thought and spacing out of the conversation.

She was staring at Jazz�s silver chest again,
cursing the stupidity she�d shown the previous evening. Way to go, Mag,
she thought, angry with herself. It was her fault that she�d made a fool of
herself. This was the price for attempting to tease him, even if it was
intended as a good-natured friendly �poke� in the figurative �ribs.� This was
the trophy he now had all rights to keep, because he�d so unexpectedly won that
round� Jeez, why did it even feel like they were on the opposite sides of
barricades in some kind of a psychological war?! And why was this goddamn lipstick
print bothering her so much?!

She suddenly realized that Jazz had actually stopped
talking some time ago, and was now looking at her with watchful optics.
Although they were hidden behind his ever-present visor, she knew that the
Autobot�s attention was fixed solely on her.

Under that attentive analyzing gaze Maggie felt exposed
like an amoeba under the microscope of a keen scientist. Or like she got caught
in the act of doing something silly, or foolish, which was ultimately true. Struggling
to chase away the uneasiness, she cleared her throat quietly and ran a hand
through her hair, squirming a little in her chair and trying to come up with
something to say that would break the silence. Where the hell had all her
intelligent thoughts gone when they were needed the most?

One heartbeat. Two. Three�

Then Jazz�s hand moved slowly towards the table
they were �sharing.� One of his big fingers carefully pushed a plastic napkin
holder that was sitting in the middle of it towards Maggie. The �bot then withdrew
his arm and resumed his pose with elbows resting on his knees, looking at her,
as if waiting for her next move.

She dumbly stared at the holder for a moment in
confusion, before the wordless message he had just sent to her by this little act
finally sunk into her brain�

�If you want it off, go ahead and erase it.�

Maggie�s blue eyes snapped up to the black
mirror of Jazz�s visor. He looked right back, waiting patiently. He wasn�t
smiling, wasn�t mocking her. He was giving her the right to decide whether the
mark should stay on his armor or not � the way to control the situation that
was making her uncomfortable. With crystal clarity, she remembered his words
from their yesterday�s not-exactly-first-date, �I can take a �no� for an
answer,� and the emotion behind those words. He wouldn�t question her
choice, wouldn�t press. He�d accept and understand, no matter what�

Maggie briefly glanced at Jazz�s chest, and then
reached her hand out towards the holder. After only a moment of hesitation she
slowly, but firmly pushed it away an inch and looked back up to the saboteur�s
face timidly. Maybe she would regret not using such a good opportunity to
relieve herself of embarrassment, but she�d regret not giving it a chance way
more�

Jazz�s metallic lips slowly stretched into a soft
smile, and she found herself returning it. The tension was finally eased, and
Maggie felt the need to change the subject.

�So, uh�� she cleared her throat. �Tell me more
about Optimus� new shield.�

�Welcome to the conversation,� Jazz chuckled
softly, and that made the girl smile again. Apparently, the Autobot had noticed
her absent-mindedness this morning. It should have made her uncomfortable, but
strangely, it didn�t. Jazz had that way of being a friendly kind of straightforward,
and yet polite, and yet flirtatious like all hell.

So she just relaxed, and listened to the short
list of tech details he gave her, impressed as usual by the genius of
Cybertronians in whole and Ironhide in particular. It was normal, it was
science, something she was familiar with, something that had always fascinated
her.

�Oh!� Jazz exclaimed suddenly, bringing Maggie
to sharp attention. �Almost forgot.� The Autobot opened a small compartment
somewhere on his chest and pulled out a small paper bag. �These are for you,� he
carefully set the bag on the table and started to rise from his spot on the
floor. Maggie, too surprised to comment on the gift, just gave a nod of thanks.
�Okay, I�ll get goin�, before Sideswipe gets himself into trouble. Though, he
will anyways � arrived early this morning, an� almost blew up half of Captain
Lennox�s boys, crazy mech. Shoots first, asks questions later,� he laughed
heartily. �It was a pleasure,� the right half of his visor �winked� at her, and
the saboteur headed for the exit. �An� Maggie�� He stopped at the door and made
a pause, before finishing the thought in a gentle murmur, �Yer one of the bravest
humans I�ve ever known, girl.�

She smiled shyly, he smiled back. And then he
was gone.

Maggie stared at the paper bag for a second or
two before carefully opening it and peeking inside.

Donuts.

She chuckled quietly in disbelief. Was he trying
to bribe her with food? It was unexpectedly nice, though.

The girl looked at the napkin holder on the
table and sighed, burying her hand in her wild hair thoughtfully.

Yeah, well, that had been a good opportunity.

x-x-x

She�d come to Ratchet with all sorts of strange
requests in the past, but this one just had to take the cherry on top of
the ridiculously tall cake of her curiosity.

�Hey Ratchet.�

�Maggie?� The scientist paused in� whatever he
was doing with a large piece of metal the size of a bus and smiled down at his
human friend, his hand chainsaw producing a soft buzz in the background. �How
can I help you?�

�Um�� She raked her hand through her hair,
suddenly feeling a lot more nervous than she�d been a minute ago. The idea of
coming here and verbally harassing Ratchet had looked much better in her head
than in real life. �If I may ask� could you tell me about� Cybertronian
interfacing, and about what could be called� �companionship� among your people?�

Ratchet�s chainsaw came to an abrupt stop with a
soft whining sound, his optics looking down at her with a carefully masked
confusion. Maggie was seriously experiencing a déjà vu of huge
proportions. Only a week ago Jazz had come to her with exactly the same
question. All she was left to do now to recreate that morning completely was
ask Ratchet to sleep with her. Duh.

�Perhaps, you should talk to Jazz about this, I
think he would be glad to answer your questions,� Ratchet mused aloud, his big
head inclined to one side, as if in deep thought.

The girl furrowed her eyebrows, not exactly
following the medic�s logic. �Jazz? Why him?�

�Because, he had been a� �companion� before the
war,� came Ratchet�s reply. �If I�m guessing the meaning of that English word
right,� he added.

All thoughts left Maggie�s brain for a second as
she stared at him, absolutely stupefied, feeling as if someone had just poured
a bucket of icy cold water on her head.

�W- what?� she asked quietly.

�He used to be a companion, and a very good one.
If somebody knows everything about interfacing, it�s him.�

Maggie fell completely silent, staring into space.
When her brain assumed an ability to process information again, she almost
wished it hadn�t.

So basically, a Cybertronian �male prostitute�
was after her, trying to get some? As harsh as the thought sounded, it was
technically true� A horrible idea crossed her mind. She had to know.

�Uh� Did Jazz- with any of you�?�

�What? Oh, you mean if he interfaced with any of
us?� Ratchet�s tone was casual, but the words sounded so strange to her ears,
alien even. �That�s a negative, Maggie. Optimus is too preoccupied with his
leadership duties, Bumblebee spends all of his free time guarding his human friends,
and�� He paused for a second, as if deciding if he should say the next part. �Ironhide
and I are bonded.�

That one was a shot to the head. Maggie�s
reaction was universal and profound, like it always was when she heard
something that stunned her mind. �Oh�� She was simply incapable of embracing such
a flow of information that threatened to put her into a coma, no less.

Ratchet smiled. �I assume you would need more data
on the issue?� he asked, but it sounded like a statement of fact�

�Maggie left Ratchet�s med bay with a dumbstruck
expression on her face and an X-rated Cybertronian CD in her purse for �further
exploration.�

She was so going to rot in hell for that.

x-x-x

Kitty met her with a questioning mewl, distracted
from washing herself for only a second and a half � just enough for Maggie to
smile reassuringly.

She wasn�t particularly hungry, despite the full
day of work. The girl grabbed an apple while setting her laptop to decode the
record she�d made of Jazz and Sideswipe, and now stood in the middle of the
room, realizing there was no walking around the next activity�

She considered making popcorn and getting a can
of soda, but then decided it would be kind of disrespectful, even if nobody saw
it. After all, one shouldn�t consume food and drinks while observing something that
�could be considered a form of art,� right�?

Maggie sighed, twiddling with the CD in her
hands. Truthfully, even taking her natural curiosity and thirst for new
knowledge into consideration, she wasn�t sure she wanted to see what was on
that CD. Of course, she�d seen human porn, so it wasn�t like she was shy or anything�
Well, if she was honest with herself, she hadn�t been impressed those several
times she�d watched such kind of videos. She didn�t see any meaningful content
there; it was only an animalistic act of in-out, with some breast-groping and ass-slapping
in between, with unnaturally sounding groans and high-pitched shouts of �Ah!
More! Yes!��

Without doubt, the contents of this CD were
going to be absolutely different, what with Jazz�s explanations on the purpose
and the meaning of the act of intimacy in the Cybertronian society. But she
still hadn�t formed her opinion on this �companionship,� especially now that
she knew that it had been Jazz�s occupation�

Whether it was the pensive look on Maggie�s face,
or the natural cat curiosity, Kitty jumped to her mistress� lap the minute the
girl took a seat in her computer chair and put the CD into the CD-ROM. Maggie
would never admit it afterwards, but she held on to her cat for dear life, huge
blue eyes fixed on the screen, afraid of what she might see and unable to look
away.

Upon the start of the playback, Cybertronian
symbols decorated the pitch-black video frame, and a strange tune resounded
through the apartment � too loud for Maggie�s liking, and she cringed, turning
the volume down. �The tune actually sounded like a tasteless, plastic soundtrack
for an ancient game console, which immediately put some dirty innuendos into
Maggie�s mind, like �plug�n�play,� or �joy stick�� No, she decided, better not
go there.

She honestly wouldn�t have been able to tell who
of the two mechs was the girl and who was the boy if her life depended on it�
Though, taking into consideration Ratchet�s earlier statement about him and
Ironhide being an issue, there was quite a chance that both of them were boys�
or both girls� Better not go there as well.

The azure mech reached its hand and stroked the
chest surface of its golden partner.

Maggie�s palms became wet.

What did the Autobots think exactly when they
discovered internet and the gigapiles of human porn there? Did they get their
analogue of wet palms?

God, what was happening to her brain?! Maggie felt
the first sensations of an upcoming headache, and was distantly surprised that
it hadn�t come sooner, what with the astonishing way the day went.

She could hear soft mechanical sighs and gentle
chirps coming from the couple on the screen. They were taking their time, having
slow and sensual sex, hands caressing, mouths touching, bodies moving, electricity
crackling... She kept imagining Jazz doing all those things with another
Cybertronian, and frankly, the thought was definitely getting some kind of
response from her. It was hot, and intriguing, and she was curious about what
worked for him, what turned him on, what sounds he made, with whom he did it,
under what circumstances, and� she decided that the idea of Jazz being intimate
with someone was slightly� irritating. She wasn�t jealous of course, it�s just
that she was monogamous, and wouldn�t tolerate her male having affairs on the
side.

Gosh, he wasn�t even her male, by any
stretch of imagination!

She was becoming angry, unable to understand
herself.

And she now had another question: what did this
mean to him? If it was such a normal (an �easy� kind of normal) activity for
the people of Cybertron, especially for those with such occupation, what did
Jazz want with her? Did he even consider her special at all, or was he just
trying to quench his curiosity and have some fun?

And then it dawned on her, while the robots on
her monitor were selflessly going at it, engaged in the Cybertronian equivalent
of sex, that she was actually sitting on her couch with a cat in her lap and a
strange feeling of semi-arousal deep down in her stomach.

Jesus Christ.

Was she ready to go so far for whatever reason as
lending robotic porn from Ratchet and watching it in her lazy hours? Was the
entire issue with the silver Autobot influencing her this much, or was she
interested this much?

She didn�t know whether to be surprised, or
amused, or freaked out.

She was suddenly caught between dreading the Sunday
car wash and anticipating it�

�Maggie went to bed, exhausted from emotions and
new information that had nearly toppled her small world. Despite her being
tired, she just lay in her bed, trying to clean enough space in her head for a
nice little dream of something positive and sweet, which proved to be a hard
task. Her eyes were finally closing when her laptop gave a short, quiet signal,
demanding her attention.

Maggie groaned. Oh, great. She forgot about
that record of Jazz and Sideswipe she�d set on decoding. Now a dream would be a
pointless chase for another hour� Well, at least she would see if this thing
could possibly be useful to humans, or if she should stop wasting time on it
and throw the schematics out the window.

The girl rolled in her bed, stretched her hand
and lifted the lid of the laptop that was sitting on the nightstand, her sleepy
gaze focusing on a too bright screen.

Those were only several lines of translated text
� all she managed to catch on record, but it would be just enough for a field
test. Later, she would work on connecting the decoder to a synthetically generated
speech module, turning symbols into an audio stream. But that would be later.

Maggie�s blue eyes ran over the familiar Latin
letters. As soon as she started reading she forgot the scientific purpose of
the record. She was reliving the scene she�d run into that morning, biting her
lower lip�

�Hey, watch your mouth, Sideswipe. Don�t
make me teach you some manners.�

�It�s just a question, Jazz, whatever
crawled up your tailpipe?�

�So long as you don�t make a fuzz of it
yourself, I�m cool. Now, aren�t you needed someplace else?�

�Alright, alright, hold the recoil. I just
want myself one, too, you know��

Was he referring to a kiss? Or a � Maggie
cringed � a personal human to have fun with?

There was the last part left, and this was where
she remembered Jazz had laughed before saying it. Her heart jerked slightly in
her chest as she prepared herself for whatever he�d had to say.

�This isn�t some cheap stuff you can buy at
a space market, man. It�s special. You have to earn it.�
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