mtmte. Encampment on Cybertron and the /Lost Light/. Baby Bird Repair Part 1

[dens_extra_pups]

Prowl: *looks up from listening to Memoranda's chat* There's Megatron. Boys, you'd better let Aunty 'Bird go.

Rewind: *flails the one arm he can move* What about me?

Prowl: You're alright. *attention back to Memoranda*

Chromedome: *snerk*

Scrapper: *one last snuggle for Aunty 'Bird, will go pounce Uncle Rewind, then*

Hook: *snoring quietly as he snuggles Uncle Rewind. Just got over a virus a couple days ago, so he's still sleeping a lot and recovering his strength*

Mixmaster: *gnawing on Uncle's head, bitty dentae going 'Skreek skreek skreek'*

Long Haul: *gives Aunty 'Bird a kissie, then gets off her lap. Will latch onto Unca's arm*

Rewind: *soft groan as Nightbird steps on him in passing*

Nightbird: *quiet apology. She's been a bit unsteady on her feet as of late, though she keeps insisting she's fine*


outside


Gasket: *is that gentle tug on your hand, Megatron. He wants to talk*

Megatron: *looks down, sees a friend, and stoops slightly* Hi.

Gasket: *quietly, because he knows Nightbird will be out to see the taller youngster shortly* Can I ask a favor?

Megatron: *nods, and then remembers his words* Yes.

Gasket: Would you mind bringing 'Birdy with you when you go home today? She needs a checkup. *and he's worried about the little femme*

Megatron: *deep frown* She's sick? *had noticed something different about the girl, but she'd told him she was alright*

Gasket: I don't know. We haven't been able to find a medic who'd come out here... The ones in the city're still mad at the bots in the camp. *and he's got a big sad about that*

Megatron: *thunder darkens the big youngster's brow* That's stupid. *glances toward the slender form streaking over the ground toward him, and the thunder vanishes* Nightbird! Let's go get candy?

Gasket: *quickly schooling his features into his usual cheerfulness so Nightbird doesn't worry about him*

Nightbird: *perk* Someone brought candy today? *is already thinking of sharing it with Prowl, the Constructicons, and Memoranda's family*

Megatron: *happy at her perk* We're going to bring it. But we have to go get it first.

Nightbird: *blink blink* Ooooh. *will pull her cloak out of the belt pouch she was given by someone on a previous visit and wrap it around herself* I'm ready. *smile*

Megatron: *hunkers down and holds out his arms*

Nightbird: *will move to climb into the bigger child's arms*

Megatron: *gently holds her close as he straightens up* Would you like us to bring you anything, Gasket?

Gasket: *comical expression of surprise* Oh, goodness... *much thinking now*

Megatron: *waits. Then* Pizza?

Gasket: *blink blink, grin* Yes, please.

Megatron: *smiles back and then gently steps away so that Gasket won't come with them* Please tell Bumblebee that I'll be back?

Gasket: *nods and scoots to find the yellow bot*

Megatron: *brings Nightbird to the Lost Light* Ratchet, may we have some candy?

Ratchet: *surprised by the sudden arrival, but will quickly regain his composure* Sure. How much, and what kind?

Lyra: *sings from her nice man's shoulder!*

Nightbird: *snuggles closer to Megatron and pulls her cloak tighter around her. Is shivering a bit now*

Megatron: *thinks, and looks at Nightbird. Then smiles* Choccy rich chew for Nightbird, please.

Ratchet: *chuckles and goes to retrieve the requested candy*

Lyra: *sing sing sing!*

Nightbird: *quiet clicks, is a bit warm, even with how she's shivering*

Megatron: *softly* Here, let's sit here on this table. *walks over and settles on the examining table*

Nightbird: *very small nod*

Ratchet: *back with the requested candy, also has a big basket of other candies, because he knows that they'll want to bring candy back for the encampment*

Megatron: *gently takes the block of choccy chew and offers it to the girl* //Ratchet, can you hear me?//

Ratchet: *as Nightbird accepts the offered candy and begins gnawing on it* //Yes, Megatron?//

Megatron: //Gasket says that Nightbird needs a checkup.//

Ratchet: //I'll scan her and we'll go from there.// *moving to scan the slender little femme*

Nightbird: *snuggles against Megatron and continues to gnaw on her candy, even as her optics dim slightly*

Lyra: *soft crooning*

Megatron: *cuddles Nightbird carefully* //Ratchet?//

Ratchet: *trying not to let his expression show the results of the scan, but he's frowning slightly* //Who built her shell?//

Megatron: *blinks* //She's from the core.//

Ratchet: //...She's not in good shape. Her spark's steady, but if you hadn't brought her here today, she may have started dimming.// *moving to get something out of the store room*

Megatron: *firms his chin and looks down at his little friend*

Nightbird: *slipped into a bit of a doze, is still absently gnawing on the candy. Now that she's not trying to hide it, the faint shivers she was doing earlier are more noticeable*

Megatron: *frowns and pulls her cloak around her better. Also raises his own temperature*

Nightbird: *very soft sigh and a small snuggle*

Megatron: Nightbird, let's get you a new body.

Nightbird: *absent sound. Didn't actually hear what you said, Megatron. She just heard you talking, and your voice is comforting to her*

Ratchet: *back with a blanket* *softly* I'll call the birthing medic I know. *calling qRed Alert*

Megatron: *looks up* Is it Aunt Red?

Ratchet: *nods* I don't know the other birthing medics as well yet.

Megatron: *usual grave expression suddenly offset by a twinkle* She likes Ambulon.

Ratchet: *very soft chuckle* Well, I could ask him for assistance here.

Megatron: *frown* But won't you get put in the brig with Whirl?

Ratchet: ... True. *small frown* And I'm not sure he's thought about looking...

Megatron: *perks* I'll tell his babies.

Ratchet: *soft snerk* That's one way to do it. *will offer the blanket*

Nightbird: *just lost her candy*

Megatron: *catches the candy, and then looks up as the door slides open*

qRed Alert: *holding a scoop from the birthing fields, and followed by three assistants carrying more* Hello hello. What's this I hear about somebody leaving before they were finished?

Ratchet: Hello, Red. *nods toward Nightbird* Nightbird came up from the Core on Cybertron, but she was in such a hurry to help that she didn't wait until she had all her systems and plating.

qRed Alert: *soft "d'aww" as she looks at the tiny-to-her girl* *softly* Let's get her put to rights. *sets down her scoop and then nods to her assistants*

Trunk: *scoots in, waving a broken finger* I hurt myself! I gotta go to the infirmary!

Ambulon: Trunk, come back here! I can fix your finger just fine! *hurrying after his son*

Nightbird: *startles in her sleep*

Trunk: *belly laugh as he plunks down by Megatron* I gotta be in the infirmary. *suddenly forgets all about what Megatron asked him to do* Ohhh, what's wrong with the pretty girl?

Megatron: *quiet rumble* Her name is Nightbird. She left the core too fast and didn't wait for her shell to be done.

Truck: What's the core?

Ratchet: It's where sparks come from on Cybertron.

Ambulon: *moving to try and get his son's finger, so he can start reattaching it* It's also where they return to if they go out.

Megatron: *studies his friend* Nightbird's new.

Trunk: *finger in his mouth* M' coo.

Ambulon: *sighs and works on getting the finger back* Trunk, I need to see your finger, please.

Nightbird: *snuggles against Megatron more, quiet purring starting as she registers the warmth of the blanket Ratchet is tucking around her*

qRed Alert: *friendly hip bump for Ambulon in passing as she slips up between him and Ratchet* Let's see that little spark.

Ambulon: *bit of a squeak, skitters sideways with a blush*

Ratchet: *mutes his vocalizer as he sees that blush*

qRed Alert: *curious glance for the scuffed medic* //Did I hurt you, Ambulon?//

Ambulon: *head shake, will fuss over Trunk* //I'm alright.// *still blushing, though*

qRed Alert: *blinks behind her visor* //Why... you're blushing. But I didn't see you blush when Minerva grabbed you and kissed you the other day.//

Ambulon: *MORE BLUSH* //I... I...//

Nightbird: *ragdoll lady. She's sleeping hard, comforted by Megatron's presence and the blanket and her cloak*

qRed Alert: *softly, as her cheeks heat* //Oh. Me too.//

Trunk: *just accidentally got Dad's finger off* :o?

Ambulon: *startles badly at that*

Ratchet: ... *face-palming*

Trunk: *looks at him, and then swiftly puts both fingers back where they should be*

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