MTMTE. Lost Light. Day two Part 7

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Flashpoint: *restless in her recharge*

Tracks: *has been murmuring muzzy replies across the room for the last several minutes*

Flashpoint: *nearly launches herself off of the berth as the dreams turn to a terrifying memory of one of her first flights*

Tracks: *across the room and blinking himself awake with muddled surprise as he pushes her back onto the recharge slab and pats her shoulder* What the... Ugh. My head. Shhh. That's quite enough of that now.

Flashpoint: *has a bit of a wild look in her optics, isn't fully awake or aware of her surroundings yet*

Tracks: *realizes this as he finishes waking, and also realizes that her baby hugmonster is huddled in the corner at the head of the bed and crying* *sighs and sits on the side of the slab, then gently lifts Flashpoint so that he can hug her. Soothing murmurs*

Flashpoint: *plating lowering back to its proper positioning as she becomes more aware of her surroundings* *quietly* Babeh's crah'n...

Tracks: Yes... *wriggles fingers as he tries to reach the shining little creature* She is. *coaxing clicks*

hugmonster: *telling the WORLD about the big scary scare she saw*

Tracks: *frowns* Something tells me this isn't worry about you.

Flashpoint: *winces* Ugh... Mah 'ead 'urts. *will try reaching for the hugmonster*

babymonster: *MAMA! Her nice man is close enough! Darts to hand and huddles in it, shaking*

Flashpoint: *soft clicks, will offer to tuck the babymonster in behind plating*

babymonster: *HIDIN' NOW*

Flashpoint: *frown* Wh't's got'er so spooked?

Tracks: I haven't the slightest idea. *turns his head to try and spot the source of a rasping sound that he just heard*

Flashpoint: *heard that rasping sound, too. Will sit up a bit straighter*

Tracks: *spots a massive insect sitting on the floor near Flashpoint's recharge slab* Ugh! *STOMP!*

Flashpoint: *saw the bug at the same time* *squeal!*

Tracks: *lays her down and then stands so he can stomp till the invading pest is totally flattened* My word. Organic planets are revolting.

Flashpoint: *boggling*

Tracks: *calls Red Alert and tells him about the bug*

Red Alert: *sounding shocked* //Another one was on board?!//

Flashpoint: *looking at Tracks with open admiration*

Tracks: //You mean we've got an infestation? What are your people doing?// *looking at flat bug and wondering how to clean this up and get rid of it*

Red Alert: //There was one in the infirmary. It was dealt with by Ratchet's hugmonsters and Tailgate.//

Tracks: *throws up his hands, but then pauses and watches as two adult hugmonsters pop out of the ventilation, scoop the dead insect up in their jaws, and then vanish through the hall door* ...My word. *turns and looks at Flashpoint*

Flashpoint: *quietly, sounding awestruck* Y'u killed a bugzilla wit'out hugmonsters.

Tracks: ...o.0. Yeesss. That's how they kill bugs on Earth.

Flashpoint: ... *quietly* D-D' th' bugs on Earth git th't big?

Tracks: *thinks about it, then holds his fingers about a foot apart* I think I heard of one this size once, but that was the biggest.

Flashpoint: *relaxing*

Tracks: *wonderingly* You're frightened of insects?

Flashpoint: Bugzillas git int' plating... 'n c'n kill babeh 'ugmonstahs

Tracks: *expression shows his shock* Was that what was frightening yours?

Flashpoint: *quietly, ducking her head* Th'y's scareh 's pit.

Tracks: *little fussy sound as he realizes that she's shivering badly* You've got to calm down, or you'll hurt yourself. Or make your hugmonster carsick.

Flashpoint: *soft clicks, shutters her optics*

Tracks: *frowns and comes back to sit beside her again. Gentle hand on hers* If anymore of them come in here I'll treat them the same way I did that one.

Flashpoint: *circulates, then nods and gives in to the urge to hide her face against him*

Tracks: *startles, but then gently rubs her back as his mind goes back to the conversation that the native bot had tried to have with him that morning* I barely know you.

Flashpoint: *muffled* C'ld git t' know me...

Tracks: I suppose so. But whatever possessed you to try and marry me this morning?

Flashpoint: Y'u're easeh 'n th' optics... 'n y'u've got wings... 'n y'u're not a jerk.

Tracks: Ah. I'm afraid you're wrong.

Flashpoint: *softer* Nahcer th'n all th' otha gahs Ah've met.

Tracks: *insouciant smirk even as he continues to comfort her* I'm afraid not.

Flashpoint: *small nuzzle* *softly, sounding a bit sleepy now* Y'u sound good.

Tracks: *smirk fades to brow quirked confusion* Sound good?

Flashpoint: *small nod*

Tracks: I'm sure I sound like everyone else. Let's lay you down again. *moves to settle her back on her pillow*

Flashpoint: *quietly* Rumbly 'n nice...

Tracks: *kindly superiority* I think you're tired. Look, here's the heated tarp that Raoul bought me when I complained about the icefog in that evil city on Earth.

Flashpoint: *will try to tug you closer, Tracks. Wants to snuggle*

Tracks: *stiffens* Oh, not this again. I detest headaches.

Flashpoint: *will move so she can put her arms around your waist, Tracks. Seems all she's got on her processor is cuddling, this time*

Tracks: *anger and protest fade to compassion as he sees her acting like a sick sparklet. Tries to straighten her out on the bed again*

Flashpoint: *reluctant to let go of you, Tracks*

Tracks: You're going to hurt yourself. Let me fix you up and tuck you in. *frowning as he continues to try and get her settled back*

Flashpoint: *very soft skreeks and clicks*

Tracks: Shhh. Don't start fussing again. You'll frighten your baby thing.

Flashpoint: *snuggles*

Tracks: *frowns and tries to pry her away even as he continues to speak soothingly*

Flashpoint: *gasps and clings, skreeking* D-Don't leave!

Tracks: You need to rest. *continues to try and make her let go of him* Stop being so silly.

Flashpoint: Please! *desperate-sounding*

Tracks: *gasps at the sound of her voice, and then looks down and gasps again as he sees the tears on her face*

Flashpoint: *trembling hard enough to rattle plating*

Tracks: *softly and hurriedly, horrified that he's made her cry* Here, you have to let go so I can lay down too. Don't cry. Shhhh. Just let go.

Flashpoint: *trembling all the more as she lets go*

Tracks: *straightens her out again, then turns her back to him and wraps her up in the tarp again before laying down behind her and putting his arms over the covering* There. I'm right here.

Flashpoint: *intakes hitch* *soft clicks*

Tracks: Shhh. *softly plays his stereo. Has no idea whatsoever that he is purring very faintly but intently*

Flashpoint: *eventually calms, lulled by the soft, alien music, and the quiet purring she can hear*

Tracks: *inadvertently winds up following her into recharge and thus enters into the most restful sleep he's had since the war began. Sleeps right through the captain chase that riots past the door, and probably won't wake up till Raoul comes and jumps on him the next morning*

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