ToS. S.H.I.E.L.D. Base. Sisters Reunited Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here



That evening


Elyria: *shaking her head as she drags a culture shocked and horribly confused husband along the hall after her*

Lance: *this is his screensaver face. Nothing's processing right now*

Denver: Th' job's interestin' 'nough, 't aneh rate...

Elyria: *looks down the hall and frowns* Someone's getting hit down there.

Denver: ... *listens* *facepalm* Ah'll go stop Cat fr'm 'busin' 'er 'usband. Again. *moves to head down the hall*

Elyria: Which door's mine?

Denver: 'Eah. *points to a door two doors down from her own*

Elyria: *opens it and crams Lance through, then continues at her sister's side*

Ratchet: *is protesting! Listen to him scold!*

CatScan: *not even hitting you as hard as she used to, Ratchet. Quit fussing!*

Denver: *soft snort as she jogs into CatScan and Ratchet's room* *sharply* CatScan! Stand down!*

Elyria: *scowls as she hears the hitting continue*

Denver: *rolls her eyes and moves to separate the combatants*

Ratchet: *meeps as he spots Denver from the corner of his eye* *winds up taking a pop to the face*

CatScan: *scowl. You dummy. You weren't supposed to do that!*

Ratchet: *wobbles back with his hands to his face*

Denver: *hustles and grabs CatScan's wrist*

Elyria: *right there at her sister's side till she steps over to look at the red-haired man's nose*

Ratchet: I'm fine, Denver. I'm fine.

Elyria: I'm not Denver.

Denver: *arguing wordlessly with CatScan in ASL*

CatScan: *protesting and arguing*

Ratchet: *shares a jolt of surprise with his wife as he looks up and sees two identical black-haired women*

CatScan: *surprised squawk at the jolt* *openly staring. This does not compute!*

Elyria: *thumb toward sister* Denver's over there.

Ratchet: What the *word he was getting hit for objecting to*?

CatScan: ... *quietly* Two.

Denver: Elyria's mah twin sistah. She got knocked outta th' realiteh f'r a spell.

Ratchet: *stands, his expression intent as he looks at Elyria's belly* Twins...

Elyria: *frowns at him* That's what she said.

Denver: ... *to Ratchet* Y'u're sure? *to Elyria* Th's 's Ratchet. 'E's 'un 'f th' Cahbertronian doctors.

Ratchet: *attention to Denver* Yes, she's carrying five-month-old identical male infants.

Elyria: *blink*

CatScan: *still trying to work the fact that there're two women with her boss's face*

Denver: *chuckles* Cahbertronian doctors got strong sensors. So y'u're gonna be mama t' twin boys.

Elyria: ... *looks down and pokes her stomach*

Ratchet: *winces* And now they're identical very angry male infants.

Denver: *snickerfitdie*

Elyria: *startled look to Denver to see if the old guy's pulling her leg*

Denver: *as she recovers from her snickerfit* Ratchet's tellin' th' truth.

Elyria: *moves hand away from the belly and unconsciously clenches her fist*

Denver: *moves to hug her sister*

CatScan: ... *frown*

Elyria: *hugs back uncertainly* I didn't realize they got mad that early.

Denver: Th'y's 'ealtheh, though. Ratch w'ld'a said s'meth'n 'f th'y weren't.

Ratchet: *poking himself in the nose and crossing his eyes* It would be best to avoid eating nightshades while you're carrying them.

Elyria: *blank look as she steps back from sister*

Denver: T'matos, p'tatoes, eggplants, peppers, Goji berrehs...

Elyria: I haven't eaten that stuff since a belladonna shot me with a thorn.

Denver: ...Th'n th're's nothin' t' worreh 'bout.

Ratchet: *frowns and scans the expecting mother more closely* I see. You've got an unusual number of antibodies against the toxins inherent in nightshades.

Elyria: *snorts at the big words, and then grabs CatScan's hand as it nears him at speed*

Denver: *signs an order to CatScan: Stand Down.*

CatScan: *more frown*

Elyria: *lets go the hand* What're you hitting him for?

CatScan: *trying to make sense of your words, not-Boss*

Denver: Ely, Cat cain't 'eah y'u.

Elyria: My translator doesn't work for sign. *presses her lips together as that slight frown appears again* *tries her Common, since English speakers seem to have understood it fairly well in the past. *eye contact with CatScan* Why did you hit him?

CatScan: *frowwwwn. Trying to read your lips, not-Boss*

Denver: Ah got th's. *translates*

CatScan: *more frown* *slowly and quietly* Lets mate know loved.

Elyria: *still the eye contact and slow speech* Why not hug him?

CatScan: ... Hug? *it's not a word in her vocabulary*

Elyria: Arms around him. *glances at Denver, and then offers sister a hug*

Denver: *hugs sister*

CatScan: ... *much frown. Is trying to make sense of this* *looks to Ratchet*

Elyria: Here. *out of the room*

Ratchet: I've tried to explain affection. It doesn't work.

Denver: *frowns and watches Elyria go* ... Wh't 's she up t'?

Elyria: *returns, dragging Lance* *looks at CatScan* Like this. *shows husband affection!*

Ratchet: *blushes and looks away*

Denver: *amused snort*

CatScan: ... Snog.

Denver: *points to how Elyria and Lance are embracing one another* *sign* "Hug. You do that with Ratchet."

CatScan: ... *uncertain frown now*

Elyria: *breaks the kiss and snuzzles her husband, then gently pushes the hair away from that pale face and frightened eyes. More cuddle*

Lance: *hides his face in her hair*

CatScan: ... *still trying to understand this, but will move to approach Ratchet*

Ratchet: *feels her footsteps approaching and gives her an apprehensive look*

CatScan: *totally doesn't understand this, but she'll try imitating what not-Boss did*

Ratchet: *sucks in air, an then hesitantly puts his arms around his wife. Embrace holds protectiveness and yearning. He likes this, but he's afraid to hope that it's going to be a reoccurring thing*

CatScan: *gonna snog you, too, Ratchet*

Ratchet: *actually responds this time. Loves you, wife!*

CatScan: *okay, this whole "hug" thing isn't half-bad* *more snog*

Denver: *facepalm*

Ratchet: *breaks the kiss and touches his forehead to hers* *softly, against her back* "You complete me."

CatScan: *blink. BLINK! And now a small, shy grin* Mine.

Ratchet: *cuddle* "This makes me happy."

CatScan: *forehead nuzzle*

Ratchet: *smiles at her, his eyes bright and happy*

CatScan: *blush*

Ratchet: *gentle touch for her cheek* *against her back with the other hand* "Mine."

CatScan: Yes. *nuzzle*

Denver: *blink blink* *soft 'heh'* Ah witness.

Elyria: *looks up* Witness?

Denver: Th'y's claimin' each otha 's wordmates. Mah last boyfriend tol' me 'bout th' practice.

Elyria: I don't understand. *but her eyes sharpened when you mentioned boyfriend*

Denver: Wh'n two Cahbertronians claim each otha 'n front'a witnesses, th'y's wordmates. Jazz tol' me 'bout 't 'un tahm, 'cause Elita 'n Optimus renewed theiuh vows.

Elyria: They're not already married?

Ratchet: *still wife cuddling* Yes, but that was an accident.

Denver: *surprised* 'T w's?

Ratchet: *gruffly, without looking at her* Yes.

Denver: ... Huh. *shrug* Alrahght, th'n.

Elyria: ...I witness?

Ratchet: Thank you.

Lance: *muffled* Me too.

CatScan: *asking gesture. What just happened?*

Ratchet: *talks to her back again* "We have our witnesses."

CatScan: *slow grin* *SNOG HUSBAND*

Ratchet: *rumble*

Denver: *laughs and moves to herd Elyria and Lance out into the hall. Will get her cell phone out with the intention of telling Optimus the good news*

Lance: *softly, as they move into the hall* I don't feel good.

Elyria: *frowns at him with concern at the tone of his voice* You better go to bed.

Lance: *nods and makes no protest*

Denver: Ah'll let y'all git situated, 'n th't case.

Elyria: *frowns at her* I wanted to talk.

Denver: ...Oh.

Elyria: *brings Lance into their room and shoves him down on the bed, then divests him of shoes and covers him up*

Lance: *blankets over his head*

Elyria: *pat pats the lump and then turns to look at her sister*

Denver: *soft chuckle, will move to lead Elyria out into the hall*

Elyria: *starts to say something, only to nearly jump out of her sandals as Denver's phone goes off* *grumble* Those things...

Denver: *much frown, will answer her phone* Th's 's Agent MacKenzie.

Mira: //It's eleven o'clock. You said to kick your *aft* if you weren't in bed by ten.//

Denver: *rolls her eyes* Buzz off, Mira. Ah'm givin' mah sister th' grand tour. *hangs up, phone on silent*

Mira: *strides up behind her and kicks the aft*

Elyria: *growls and makes a grab for the little brunette*

Mira: *denied!*

Denver: *coming in from the other side! Tag team!*

Mira: *ducks, twists...*

Elyria: *as her head hits Denver's* Oh, you *uncomplimentary*...

Denver: *unprintable!*

Mira: Don't make me tell Streiten you're still up!

Denver: Ah've got a *bleeping* good reason f'r 't!

Elyria: *sidles to one side, eyes intent as she watches Mira*

Mira: You tryin' ta give Jazz a spark attack? *eyes Elyria*

Denver: *sliding to the opposite side* Jazz 'n Ah broke up.

Mira: *startled* What the *deleted*??

Denver: Y'u 'eard me. *moves quickly, aiming to pin Mira against the wall*

Mira: *ducks and evades, resulting in another sisterly collision, then heads off down the corridor at speed*

Denver: *cuss! Grabs Elyria's hand and pulls her after Mira*

Elyria: *starts after the little brunette with mayhem in her eye, but then suddenly throws on the brakes* Something's he...

Legacy: *is that sudden, terrified yelp farther down the hall in the other direction*

Denver: Oh, *BLEEP*! *swift about-face, runs toward the yelp*

Elyria: *follows sister, aware of Mira beside her* *is keeping an eye out for the ghostly figure she just saw*

Legacy: *sitting on the floor and holding his head with both hands. His laundry's scattered all over the part of the hall he's in*

unknown man: *wasn't there before!* *is bald, on the taller side, quite solid in build, and with an impressive beard* *oh, and he's kinda naked at the moment... and currently doubled over and laughing himself silly*

Mira: *down on her knees to put arms around Legacy as she stink eyes the streaker*

Elyria: *walks over and gives the streaker a good smack with the flat of her hand*

man: *just laughs harder at that*

Legacy: *woozily* Jetfire, that was mean...

Denver: ... *phone out. Calling Optimus*

Mira: Elyria, kick his *aft*.

Elyria: Yuck. No.

Optimus: *groggily* //Yes, Denver?//

Denver: Sorreh t' wake y'u, sir... Jetfahr's back.

Optimus: *voice sharpens* //Alive?//

Denver: Yessir. 'E spooked Legacy.

Optimus: *disapprovingly* //Tell him to report to me in the motor pool.// *yup, he's sleeping in the garage again*

Denver: Ah'll escort 'im th're mahself... After we git 'im s'me clothes.

Legacy: *don't mind him, he's just going to doze... maybe*

Optimus: //Let Mira bring him. You need to be in bed.//

Mira: *piling Legacy's clothes on him and giving Jetfire dangerous looks*

Denver: *frown* Yessir. *to Mira* Optimus said t' escort Jetfahr t' th' motor pool.

Mira: *uncomplimentary for Jetfire*

Jetfire: *frowning at you now, Mira* T'ere's no need fer t'at, lass.

Mira: *Beep* yeah, there is. *realizes the shirt she's holding is too big to be Legacy's and throws it at the old Seeker* Cover those wrinkles before someone gets sick.

Jetfire: *much frown, will comply though*

Elyria: *stumbles slightly as she steps back from the group*

Denver: *moves to fuss over sister*

Elyria: *quietly in Gaelic, as she rubs her face* I think we have to wait to talk.

Denver: *small nod* *slowly, once more reminding herself of the right words to use, and wishing she'd stayed more in practice* Yes. Let's get you to bed

Elyria: *grumbles softly as she hears her sister's hesitation and switches back to Common* Sorry.

Mira: *has tucked Legacy into a nest of laundry and is kicking Jetfire's butt all the way down the hall, with an accompanying curse track*

Denver: *gentle shoulder patpat* 'T's alrahght. Le's git y'u t' bed.

Elyria: *looks at her and sees tired shadows under her eyes* You'd better go too.

Denver: Ah will.

Elyria: *pat pat that is a living memory of Miranda as she turns toward the room where she left Lance*

Denver: *does her best to keep her composure, will move to enter her own quarters*

Tracks: *looks up from where he was sitting on her chair* Oh, you're back.

Denver: *startles. Wasn't expecting you to be in her room this late, Tracks*

Tracks: *startles when she startles, and then blushes* Er... I got something for you today. But the beastly printer was having a moment, so it took awhile to get them printed... *more blush* I'm babbling. *holds out a sheaf of paper*

Denver: *surprised blinking, will reach for the offered sheaf* Er... Th'nk y'u...

Tracks: I don't know much about journals, but I found these pages online... *looks at the bright blue cover decorated with flower stickers and bites his lip* It looks like trash.

Denver: Ah lahk 't. *small smile* *will flip to a random page, chuckling softly when she realizes that the journal pages are meant to be colored and decorated as well as filled out*

Tracks: *looks up with surprise, not realizing how much hope is showing on his face* Really?

Denver: *nod* Ah've been meanin' t' git moah colored pencils... Th's gives me moah incentive.

Tracks: *more surprise* You draw? You only mentioned journaling...

Denver: Ah coloah, too.

Tracks: Oh. I see. *looks around and hesitates awkwardly, blushing again* You must be tired. I should stop bothering you.

Denver: Y'u ain't bothahin' me, Tracks. T'day's been all kahnds 'f different...

Tracks: Yes. Yes, it has. *stands slowly, and then impulsively and hesitantly holds out his arms*

Denver: *no hesitation as she moves to hug you, Tracks*

Tracks: *sucks in his breath, and then gives her a very gentle and warm squish. There is affection in the gesture, and yearning* *loves you, Denver. He's just afraid to say anything*

Denver: *relaxes in Tracks' hold, resting her head on his shoulder*

Tracks: *you probably just felt his chin tremble, Denver. His eyes are teary, too*

Denver: *snuggles, absently noting that Tracks' hug feels different from how Jazz hugs her* *can feel how protective Tracks is... And that he's also seeking support*

Tracks: *hides his face against her hair and shifts his arms slightly to offer a little more support as she leans against him*

Denver: *soft, contented sigh*

Tracks: *just stands there and holds her, unconscious of time*

Mira: *looks in on her way past. Snort* Go to bed, dumb*afts*.

Tracks: *jumps*

Denver: *startles and clings* *oh, and plots unpleasantries toward Mira*

Mira: *more snort as she shuts the door*

Denver: *mutter* Lippeh li'l *bleep*...

Tracks: *worriedly* She closed the door.

Denver: ... 'N Jazz w's playin' matchmaker.

Tracks: *softly* He's your brother, now that you share CNA.

Denver: ...CNA?

Tracks: Cyber/Nano Algorithms.

Denver: ... *much confused* Ah...

Tracks: *quietly* I'm told humans have DNA instead.

Denver: ... Oh. Th' nanobots?

Tracks: *nods* Yes.

Denver: *sharp rush of breath as Jazz's sudden insistence that they break up makes sense*

Tracks: *leans back slightly to look at her face* *quietly* You didn't know.

Denver: *small headshake*

Tracks: Oh. *awkwardly* I'm sorry.

Denver: *softly* 'T 'splains a lot though...

Tracks: *hesitates again, then* I know that I'm far from as charming as Jazz, but...

Denver: *snuggles* Y'u ain't Jazz, y'u're Tracks, 'n y'u're perfect th' way y'u 're.

Tracks: *soft gasp*

Denver: *snuggles more* *quietly* Le's git s'me rest?

Tracks: *hesitantly* Do you want me to go?

Denver: No.

Tracks: *hugs her again, and gently kisses her hair*

Denver: *gentle nudge toward the bed*

Tracks: *steps back and reaches for her hand to lead her over there and make sure she's comfortable before settling beside her and snuggling close*

Denver: *will set the journal on her nightstand. Then, it's snuggle time*

Tracks: *softly* Whups.

Denver: *soft chuckle, lays her head on Tracks' shoulder and closes her eyes*

Tracks: *rests his cheek against her hair with a sigh* *even the sound of people finding Legacy out in the corridor and putting the youngster to bed doesn't wake him*

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