mbv. VT, and other locations. Goings on... Part 2

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Rachel: *suddenly grabs her skirt in both hands and jumps back with a startled shriek as the elevator door opens and a hand comes barreling out*

Laura: *startled curse as she trips over her own feet in her haste to get away*

Wreck-Gar: *gleefully chasing after his hand, has a Wheelie on his back*

Rachel: *glomps Laura and hides her face on the human woman's shoulder, her shoulders shaking with choked laughter* Slaggit! I hate that thing. Hahahahaha.

Laura: *looking just a bit freaked out* What... the.... heck....

Rachel: *nod nod!* *more laughter. It might take her a bit to get hold of herself here*

Wreck-Gar: *from just down the hall* Don't look behind door number two, Monty. It's time to play 'End of the line, my valentine'! Gee ron ronny, do ron ronny mooooooo!!!

Wheelie: *laughing and gleefully echoing his mentor*

Laura: ... *facepalm, snickerfit*

Rachel: *chortles helplessly some more*

Russell: *pings Rachel's comm*

Rachel: *opens her line, but can only laugh*

Russell: *sounds so amused* //Ah, so Wreck-Gar and Wheelie did go upstairs then...//

Rachel: *wheeze, laugh*

Russell: *chuckles* //I told them to find Blaine, since he's due for a checkup...//

Rachel: *slight whine over comms. Really, really needs a hug*

Laura: *leans against her friend and tries to regain her composure*

Russell: *PINpoints in nearby* I had no idea feeding Wreck-Gar goldfish crackers would do that....

Rachel: *slight audible whine and more helpless laughter*

Russell: *moves to help Rachel and Laura to their feet, clicking softly all the while* *will also give hugs*

Rachel: *lets go of Laura to lean against Russell and breath deeply* *finally manages to get herself together* Sorry.

Russell: *soft chuckle* If I had known that he would react to my snacks that way, I wouldn't have shared.

Rachel: *last deep breath* That hand of his... *shudders, then lifts her head to look at Laura*

Laura: *quietly* Was it supposed to come off?

Rachel: *wipes one eye with the heel of a hand* I have no idea. But he's a Junkion, and they pop to pieces and back together like a toy.

Laura: .... That's... just a bit disturbing...

Russell: Yes, but it's quite useful... They're nearly impossible to kill, and if you're lucky enough to work with one who still has all of his or her original pieces, they can be amongst the best spies...

Rachel: *soft meep as a wind roars past down the hallway, followed by the echo of an 'oh slag no!'*

Russell: ... And now I have to find someone else to catch Blaine. *sigh*

Laura: .... What was that just now?

Rachel: I've got a full set of checkups to do right now anyway, Russ. *looks at Laura* That was Blurr. ...Or was he in alt mode?

Russell: He had a job interview earlier today... So he might have been in alt mode....

Rachel: His clothes're going to be scrap again.

Laura: ... I can guess how he got his name.... *blink blink* I'd figure he'd go through shoes like nobody's business....

Russell: *small nod, is asking Tea over comms for assistance in corralling Blaine before he winds up boonie streaking*

Rachel: I think he's given up wearing real shoes. *startles and snorts as the elevator buzzes at them*

Russell: *chuckles* Merlin and Kia are in the med ward, waiting to go off-shift... *will go see if he can catch Blaine or not*

Rachel: *shakes her head and looks at Laura* You okay?

Laura: Yeah.... Just wasn't expecting to see a Cybertronian version of Thing....

Rachel: *shudders as she gets into the elevator* I have noo idea why that thing scares the scrap out of me.

Laura: *follows and looks up to see if there are any wayward recorders* I don't blame you in the least.

Rachel: *follows her glance, and then snerks softly* Frenzy's in the kid pile back in the atrium.

Laura: But what about his brother and Rewind?

Rachel: Probably somewhere in the walls smooching. *presses the button for the bottom floor*

Laura: ... So those two are married or dating?

Rachel: *chuckles* Bonded, yeah.

Laura: That's like being married, right?

Rachel: *nods* Yeah, that's the thing that makes us one spark in two shells. Sometimes literally. *pings Alice* //How's it going?//

Laura: Like with the couple earlier?

Alice: //We're getting there...//

Rachel: *nods* Yeah, like those two. //I'll see if I can convince Percy and Kia to go with you once I've chased them out of the med ward.//

Alice: //Okay...//

Rachel: //Hey, they're fun on walks.// *looks at Laura as the elevator stops to let someone on*

Laura: *backing up a few steps to let a tired-looking Jack onto the elevator* *concerned expression is a go*

Jack: *leaning a bit more on his cane than he does normally, looks a bit ill in addition to tired*

Alice: //Guess Stan and I were being kinda dumb, huh?//

Rachel: *absently as she steps forward to put her arms around her husband and support him* //Maybe a little. But we love you anyway.// What did you do now, Sport?

Jack: *quietly* Just finished another sub job.... *trying to keep from leaning too much on Rachel*

Laura: *worried, moves to help support Jack*

Rachel: *snuzzles Jack's cheek* You're not going anywhere for awhile now. You're not ready for that much effort. *slight, quick smile for Laura*

Jack: *quietly, with a hint of amusement* Most of the department threatened to go on strike while I was down...

Laura: *very concerned and quite surprised to learn that Jack's been going back to work*

Rachel: *firmly* Then they can strike. *moves to duck under his arm and lead him out as the elevator stops and the door slides open*

Jack: *still amused* The head of the department's writing me a new contract... Same pay as before... But only one day a week of work...

Laura: *moving to see if any more doors need to be held open*

Rachel: Well you're not starting next week. Just relax a bit, Laura. I called for help.

Wesson: *comes jogging down the hall in his civilian clothes, a frown of concern on his face and an orange cat draped over his shoulder*

Jack: *small nod and a soft sigh. Doesn't like that he's not as capable as he used to be*

Laura: *small nod, moves back over to help support Jack*

Pete: *'talking' away* Mrrpt moooowww mrrroooow....

Rachel: *softly* Here, Sport. This'll help you feel better. *gives quick kiss*

Wesson: *stops by them* Heh. *quizzical look for Laura*

Jack: *soft chuckle after he's kissed, will nuzzle Rachel's cheek*

Laura: *to Wesson* My daughters and I are here to visit... The girls are up with the rest of the kids...

Wesson: *suddenly blinking recognition* Mrs. Hoffman. Your nose looks okay. *hand up to rub Pete's head as he grins*

Rachel: *snuzzling mate and loving on him a bit*

Jack: *doing his darndest to reciprocate*

Laura: *chuckle* Yeah... It didn't even bruise the next day, so no harm, no foul...

Pete: *purrrrrr*

Wesson: That's great. *turns back slightly to the affectionate couple as he absently rubs his chest in memory of his collision with Laura*

Laura: *attention going to the couple. Small grin when she sees the cute*

Pete: *streeetch and purrrrrr. Is one happy cat*

Wesson: *slight grin* Doc's applyin' medicine. *then glances at Pete and clicks softly and affectionately as he rests his cheek on the well grown young Maine Coon*

Laura: *quietly as Jack rests his head on Rachel's shoulder* They look so happy together...

Wesson: *voice a deep, quiet rumble* Must be love. *reaches out to catch Jack as Rachel renders herself slightly dizzy*

Jack: *sooo ready for a nap right now*

Laura: *amused by the derpy grin on Jack's face*

Rachel: *grin is peaceful, and her face seems to be shining softly as her eyes sparkle with warmth* *softly* Let's get you to the med ward, Sport.

Jack: *small nod, no arguments there*

Wesson: *very gently scoops Jack into his arms, making sure he doesn't shake Pete loose in the process or cause the young cat to need to hold on, because he knows Pete won't use his claws and will wind up on the floor*

Jack: *relaxing once he's been lifted. Doesn't like that parts of him that never used to give him problems have started to ache at sporadic intervals*

Pete: *bein' a meltycat, kinda... will leaaaan down and 'talk' to Jack* Mrrrp mrraowww moooooowwww

Rachel: *gentle hand over her husband's and squeezes it, then stoops to scoop up the blue point Balinese that just wandered over and rub her cheek on the old cat's head as she turns toward the med ward*

Glit: ^_^ *purrrrrr*

Laura: *raised brow as she sees Glit* When did this one show up?

Rachel: *chuckles as she walks* A few months ago. *blows softly on Glit's ear to make it twitch* Glit, this is the woman who judged the Stark case. Laura, this is my mentor, Glit.

Laura: *small nod* It's nice to meet you, Glit.

Glit: *in his dry little voice* Likewise, I'm sure, my dear. John, you needn't roll your eyes.

Wesson: *snort*

Laura: *looks back and forth between Glit and Wesson* ... *raised brow*

Rachel: Glit is John's uncle. *smirk*

Wesson: *more eye roll as he gives his head a slow 'oh brother' shake*

Laura: Oooh... *chuckles* I get it now...

Jack: *soft 'heh', shuts his eyes for a bit of rest*

Pete: Mrrrpt mrrrrr mrrrrowww

Rachel: Yeah, shape doesn't mean much, for us.

Glit: I beg to differ.

Rachel: *looks at him quizzically*

Glit: It's much easier to enjoy delightful company in this form.

Rachel: *snerk*

Laura: *snerk*

Pete: *chirp, we go see Mama nao?*

Wesson: *as the shrill call of a fox comes down the hall from the first door on the left* We're goin', Pete, don't get yer fluff in a knot.

Laura: *attention going to the first door on the left* What was that?

Wesson: A silver fox. *checks on Jack*

Silver: *calls again*

Jack: *slipped into recharge, is resting quietly*

Pete: *'talks' to Silver*

Laura: ... A fox? *disbelief clear on her face*

Rachel: Yup. Apparently in Siberia somewhere they've bred a fully domesticated strain of fox. *goes into the med ward and chuckles as she sees the wide brush of Silver's tail swishing the floor behind him where he's laying by Maria's feet*

Silver: *happy whining, his family is all together again!*

Maria: *looks up from quietly singing a lullaby to Kitty*

Laura: Huh.... *attention going to Silver*

Pete: *thunderpurr*

Rachel: *grins at Maria* Just let me get Jack tucked in, and a look at the Locust, and then I'll come meet your little princess.

Maria: *small nod* Alright... *attention going back to Kitty*

Pete: *moving to stand up on Daddy's shoulders, intends to go see Mama and Baby*

Wesson: *scoots over to kiss wife and offload cat*

Kitty: *two little fat hands on Pete tail!* Mine...

Pete: *loves on Baby!* *thunderpurr*

Maria: *nuzzles John's cheek*

Laura: *soft "D'aww" when she sees Kitty*

Wesson: *big grin as he turns to carry Jack to the private room that the mech uses while Rachel's on duty*

Kitty: *big eyes go toward the strange voice, and then she's all frowny with her lower lip stuck out as she studies the new person*

Maria: *curious expression is a go. Is studying Laura*

Laura: *friendly nod for Maria* Hello...

Wesson: *coming back, a friendly grin on his face and a Glit snuggled in the crook of his arm* Gran'pa here says he wants to give Kitty her checkup. You alright with that, Babe?

Glit: *rolls eyes*

Maria: That's fine... *smile for the elderly medic*

Kitty: *intent on exploring the texture of Pete fur with little fingers*

Glit: *lifts his head* Hmmm. You might have to move the kitten.

Pete: *purrrrrrr*

Maria: *going to try and encourage Pete to stand on her shoulders*

Kitty: *stern tiny frown* Mine, Mama. Mine!

Maria: *soothingly* Glit wants to have a look at you, Kitty....

Wesson: *smoothly trades the Glit for the Pete*

Glit: *blink*

Kitty: *blink*

Pete: *PURRR*

Kitty: *realizes that she totally has lost hold of her cat and puckers her little round face up*

Wesson: Uh oh.

Maria: *rubs Kitty's back and hums quietly*

Glit: *gives one of his little dry chuckles* Now where did that come from? You were a surprisingly unacquisitive sparklet for a Destron, John.

John: *grins at Maria*

Maria: *chuckle* And I was a stinker as a baby, Glit... Just ask Ma sometime...

Laura: *going to see something over there, don't mind her*

Glit: I see. *chuckles his dry little chuckle, and then kisses his sister in law's hand* You're both fine and healthy. Now let me have a look at you, John.

Wesson: *quietly* No. I'm gonna wait'll Doc Rae can see me.

Glit: *surprised look* Are you sure?

Wesson: *nods*

Glit: ... If you wish. *twitches tail and then offers kitty kisses to Kitty, who scowls at him*

Maria: *more backrub for Kitty*

Ratchet: *suddenly over the open frequency* //Nightbird, help me! She's awake!//

Wesson: *drops Pete and heads down the hallway at a run*

Xiaobei: *runs in, with Pietro over her shoulder. Sets husband down, tells him to stay put, and runs to help Ratchet*

Glit: *trying to steer Maria and Laura and the pets out of the med ward and into the hall. Fur poofs as a cry of pain comes from Ratchet and is followed by a keening, alien shriek*

Laura: *worried* What's going on?

Maria: *eyes wide, holding Kitty close as Pete furpoofs*

Glit: We've got an angry Decepticon in there. You need to evacuate now!

Joe: *comes running in*

Silver: *yapping!*

Xiaobei: *angry shouting. Is NOT a happy Destron Warlady!*

Maria: *trying to herd Laura and Silver towards the elevator, looks just a bit pale now*

Pietro: *just went to try and get Ratchet out of harm's way*

Ratchet: *next yell ends abruptly with a loud thud*

Joe: *down the hall!*

Glit: *leaps out of Maria's arms as she leaves the med ward, transforming in the air till it's a white creature the size of a jaguar that lands at the mouth of the hallway and crouches to train his missile launchers down it*

Maria: *praying quietly in Portuguese, has to sit down*

Laura: *going to try and protect Maria, Kitty, Pete, and Silver*


Back in the med ward


Joe: *grappling with the Locust, who has both fighting blades out and is doing her level best to shred him*

Nightbird: *trying to disable the Locust without seriously hurting her*

Prowl: *weapon aimed at the Locust as he works on helping Ratchet*

Ratchet: *optics shuttered as she lays rag doll limp at the base of the wall that she just bounced off head first*

Wesson: *angry shouting as he tries to assist Nightbird and Joe*

Nightbird: *sharp curse as she's knocked flying*

Wesson: *ducks, and then presses his lips together before he abruptly transforms, puts his elbows up beside his head, shouts at Joe to move, and then knocks the Locust silly with a blast of concentrated sound* *stumbles onto one knee* Slag... how'd the old man do it?

Joe: *gaping*

Prowl: *boggling*

Nightbird: *picking herself up after bouncing off of a wall*

Prowl: .....

Wesson: *pushes himself up slowly with his hands* D'I hurt her?

Joe: *blink blink, looks at Prowl and Nightbird*

Nightbird: *moving to check on the Locust, will disable motor controls in the dangerous femme, just to be on the safe side*

Blaster: *suddenly from the speaker on the ceiling* @#$@#$@@$!

Joe: I... uh. Don't think she's damaged. ...Soundwave?

Wesson: *snort* Nope. *moves to poke self in ear, but then remembers and just turns the comm on* //Mari? You alright?//

Maria: *quietly* //Yeah.... What happened?// *sounds just a bit freaked out*

Wesson: //That little skinny bug-eyed femme woke up 'n started trying to chop up anything in a red badge.// *hands on thighs as his head spins*

Maria: //... *low murmur in Portuguese*//

Wesson: *comforting sounds, then looks over at Ratchet with concern*

Joe: *softly* Did anyone hear what the Locust was saying?

Nightbird: *quietly, as she works* She was speaking in sparklet... Looking for her sisters...

Joe: *nods, his chin trembling slightly* *then looks up as his circuits tingle*

Prowl: *tensed and looking around*

Nightbird: *quietly* We aren't alone....

Galvatron: *quietly* -Do you think my presence might comfort the young one, Nightbird?-

Joe: *relaxes as he spots the ghost* It's Galvatron.

Nightbird: *small nod* That may help.

Galvatron: *disappears into the slender shell* -I'll try to present as much of the mech that I once was as I can.-

Ratchet: *faint groan*

Prowl: *attention back on Ratchet* *soothing clicks*

Ratchet: Ow.

Prowl: Ratchet, are you alright? *worried, and still quite tense*

Ratchet: //Head... hurts.// *frowns and unshutters optics, and then start cussing quietly*

Prowl: *more worried* Ratchet? What needs repaired?

Ratchet: //Eyes cracked, special lenses too.// *cussing ends as she presses her lips together, and then she comms for Russell*

Russell: //Is something wrong?//

Ratchet: *databursts him her memories of the past few minutes*

Russell: //... Slag.... I'll be right there.// *PINpoints in nearby and hurries over*

Glit: *gently herding Maria and Laura back into the med ward, and insisting they lay down on the table nearest the desk and the door so he can tend them*

Maria: *just a bit pale, but will be alright*

Laura: *will be alright once she's had some quiet time to think*

Kitty: *snugga Mama and this aunty lady*

Russell: *scans Ratchet*

Ratchet: *optics lens array a cracked to shattered mess*

Russell: *frowns muchly*

Ratchet: *quietly* The youngster's hardwired to kill Autobots.

Russell: *soft curse* *quietly* And reprogramming her isn't an option, is it?

Ratchet: I didn't get a chance to really have a close look at her programming before she woke up. *winces with pain and turns her head with slight restlessness*

Russell: Stay put... *will go get a pain override*

Wesson: Blaster'll be able to fix her programmin' if nobody else can.

Blaster: ... *hesitantly, with a bit of shock at hearing what he just heard from someone that looks just like Soundwave* Yeah... If nobody else can....

Wesson: *quietly* It's Decepticon hard wirin'. Shockwave's work.

Blaster: .... *growl* Yeah. I can fix it.

Russell: *back with a pain override for Ratchet* *will apply it and monitor her*

Ratchet: *slight shudder. Has badly cracked neck struts and some serious dings in her helm* //Think I should just trigger medical stasis, slugger. Lay me by Jack?//

Russell: Alright... *moves to carefully lift her* *quieter, over comms* //And I'll see if I can find someone in the Nexus who can repair your lenses....//

Ratchet: //Concentrate on Nightbird's little girl, first.// *head wearily resting against his shoulder*

Russell: *nods and moves to bring her to the room where Jack is resting*

Wesson: *watches them go, and then looks around tiredly* Orders? Somebody?

Nightbird: Go sit with your wife and let Glit tend to you. *moving to lift the Locust up with the intention of moving her to the bed she was on earlier*

Wesson: Yessir. *turns and stumbles out of the room, still wiped out from that soundblast*

Joe: *unhappy expression as he watches Nightbird* Is she going to be alright?

Nightbird: *softly* I'm not sure....

Joe: :\ Why use sparklets? And why hardwiring instead of programming and training?

Nightbird: *quieter* If only I knew the answer to that.... *slight sadness and anger past the mask of cool calmness that is her norm*

Joe: :( ...Do you need me for anything else, sir?

Nightbird: *as Prowl moves to stand next to her* No.... Go hug your mate and daughter...

Joe: Yessir. *turns and leaves the room, then PINpoints away*

Glit: *listening from where he's got his front paws propped against the table in the main med ward. Turns to look at Laura* You can go see Ratchet now. She isn't awake, though. And please, don't be frightened. You're in no danger.

Laura: *small nod as she moves to find Ratchet again*

Laura's cell phone: *rings*

Laura: *slight start, answers* Hello?

male voice: //Hi, Judge Hoffman, this is Bert Smith. Rosalin wants me to ask you if she and her sister can stay with the crèche tonight. They're having a sleepover in the atrium.//

Laura: That's alright with me.

Bert: //Great. Do you want to talk to her? Greg, for the love of sparks, get that out of your mouth.//

Laura: Please.... *trying to stay calm*

Bert: *hands the phone to Rosalin and goes to police Greg's tasting of things*

Laura: *speaking with Rosalin and explaining that her suitcase and Maria's suitcase are in the trunk of the sedan*

Ratchet: *is that quiet groan behind her, and then the soft grumbling*

Laura: *tells Rosalin to be good, and ends her call. Will peek into the room*

Ratchet: *muzzy frown toward the ceiling*

Laura: *quietly* Rachel?

Ratchet: *quietly* Ratchet, when I look like this. *frown deepens a bit as she reaches up to touch the neck brace Russell put on her* You okay?

Laura: I'm fine... Glit got us out of the way.... How are you? *moving to find a chair to sit in*

Ratchet: *slight mouth quirk* Blind, partially deaf, and my neck's a little out of whack. I've had worse.

Laura: *bringing the chair she found over by the bed* What was all that excitement about?

Ratchet: *sigh* A poor messed up kid lashing out at the world.

Laura: *quietly* Poor thing...

Ratchet: *presses her lip plates together as her damaged and darkened optics well up with oily tears* Thankfully, the glitch that did it can't do anything like that again.

Laura: *quietly* That's good...

Jack: *moving slightly, will snuggle close to Ratchet*

Ratchet: Did Maria and John go home? *soft clicks for Jack*

Laura: Maria was getting checked over by Glit when I came to see you...

Ratchet: *worried frown* Checked over?

Laura: Well, we had a pretty good scare....

Ratchet: *wince* And having a newborn will cause even the most battle ready mother to fall to bits.

Laura: *small nod* *quietly* I had no idea that her husband was really big in his normal form...

Ratchet: *brow plates UP* Normal form?

Laura: *describes Wesson/Soundwave*

Ratchet: *brows higher and higher, till they're nearly hiding under her chevron* //Hey, Chief?//

Patrick: //Yes, Rachel?// *sounds a bit stressed. Likely because he's still at VT, and couldn't come help*

Ratchet: //Do you know anything about John Wesson suddenly having a root mode?//

Patrick: *quieter* //Blaster reported it....//

Ratchet: //He looks just like Soundwave.//

Patrick: *quietly* //This may be what he meant when he said we wouldn't be hearing from Soundwave...//

Ratchet: *surprised* //He said that?//

Patrick: //Denver sent me a databurst of her conversation with him...//

Ratchet: //What did they say?//

Patrick: *databursts the conversation*

Ratchet: *silent for a moment. Then* //Blaster's sure it's not Soundwave, because he says John failed at a sound attack.//

Patrick: //...When John and Maria are feeling better, we can ask...//

Ratchet: *silent databurst of her own damage report*

Patrick: //... *quietly* We'll find some way to repair your lenses....//

Ratchet: //Yeah, I know. I was just saying that we probably need to wait till I'm feeling better too.// *squeezes Laura's hand as she feels it touch hers*

Patrick: //Understood... Patrick out.//

Ratchet: //Ratchet out.// Sorry, Laura, I was on the commlink.

Laura: Who were you talking to?

Ratchet: The Chief. Reporting like a good CO2.

Laura: ... Isn't he the one in charge?

Ratchet: *slight smile* This is still a semi military base. And it's my job to report.

Laura: Oh.... *attention going to Jack as he clicks softly*

Jack: *dreaming, and deep in recharge*

Ratchet: *sighs* I better sleep. Even with the pain override I know this hurts.

Laura: Alright... *not quite sure what to do with herself now*

Ratchet: *moves her hand slightly* Help me find Jack's wrist? Oh, never mind, he's in alt mode.

Laura: Er....

Ratchet: What's wrong?

Laura: Why do you need to find his wrist?

Ratchet: *slight grin* Because we have a little uplink connector, and I could have peeked at his dreams and found out who he's talking to.

Laura: .... Huh....

Ratchet: *fingers brush Jack's wrist*

Jack: *soft sound, groggy clicks*

Ratchet: *clicks back* Are you going now, Laura?

Laura: If I need to....

Ratchet: *surprised and quizzical lift of brows*

Jack: *squirms a bit and transforms to root mode before snuggling against Ratchet and reaching for her hand*

Laura: ... *very soft snerk*

Ratchet: *quiet chuckle* Easy, Sport. *gives hand*

Laura: Do you need me to get anything?

Ratchet: *surprise* You're staying around?

Wheeljack: *more soft clicking, and a bit of fumbling with his link wire*

Laura: Ros and Maria are staying with the rest of the kids for the night... So it's not like I have to be rounding them up to go anywhere...

Ratchet: *quiet chuckling* Now you'll never get them back. Eeep, careful, Sport. *ticklish squirm*

Laura: *soft chuckle* Still need help finding his wrist?

Ratchet: I think he needs a hand finding mine. *squirm*

Laura: *moves to help with that*

Wheeljack: *settles down and snuggles Ratchet once his link wire's connected*

Ratchet: *sighs and relaxes* *groggy now* Thanks. -Hey, Sport.-

Wheeljack: *sleepy contentedness* -Rest...-

Laura: *gently* Get some rest...

Ratchet: Hard not to when I'm getting loved at this loudly. *little grin* *lovebombs Wheeljack*

Wheeljack: *lovebombs right back, and conks out*

Laura: *chuckles and moves to sit back down in her chair*

Ratchet: *lost in dreams of snuggling on an overlook of the old Crystal City. Not feeling any pain for awhile!*

((co-written with random_xtras))