JV. The Pit and The Green River. Turning Points and Storks

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First Aid: Cat Scan, today's your day off. What are you doing here? *looks down with slight amusement from where she and Stretcher are doing physicals*

Cat Scan: I was getting bored....

Stretcher: *gives her a funny look* Bored?

Cat Scan: *hunkering down just a bit* Vato's in the rec room with Hermie... and I kinda felt like a third wheel.....

Stretcher: *starts to say something else, but then looks at Cat Scan's phone* Well, you have a call waiting.

Cat Scan: *blink blink blink, looks to see who's calling her*

Snake Eyes: *sent her the address of a restaurant, and a reminder that it's her Mom's birthday*

Cat Scan: *soft chuckle* *to Stretcher and First Aid* I've gotta go.... I forgot Mom's birthday's today....

First Aid: *looks down with surprise* Are you going to mail her something?

Cat Scan: *headshake* Snake Eyes sent me the address of a restaurant.... I'll figure out some way to get Mom to it... *so amused, and is plotting on how to pull this off*

Stretcher: But doesn't your mom live out of state? *slaps the greenshirt he was checking out on the shoulder and lets her go*

Cat Scan: I'll think of something....

First Aid: Do you need anything, Cat Scan? *looks down again*

Stretcher: Well, which restaurant is it?

Cat Scan: The Green River..... *looks down at her clothes* ... I should prolly go change....

Stretcher: *blink blink* Yeah, to something classy.

Cat Scan: ... Like.... Christmas dance-classy, or date-classy?

Stretcher: The Green River is thirty bucks a plate.

Cat Scan: .... High heels and a dress?

Stretcher: Yup. Something the waiter can't turn his nose up at.

Cat Scan: ... Little black dress, or the blue one?

Stretcher: Something you're comfortable having your mom see you in.

Cat Scan: ... So the blue one then....

First Aid: Yes, it's pretty. But you should probably not wear your platform boots.

Stretcher: ...Platform boots? *looks Cat in the eye without tipping his head up or down*

Cat Scan: *chuckles and manages to look a little sheepish*

First Aid: Cat Scan likes to look tall.

Stretcher: ...I see.

Cat Scan: ^_^;; I think the silver heels'd be okay with the blue dress.... I don't have any heels that'll match it exactly....

First Aid: *curiously* What do those look like?

Stretcher: *scoots out of girl talk range*

Cat Scan: They're the ones I wore at the Christmas party....

First Aid: Ohhh, those simple, shimmery sandals with the little square heels?

Cat Scan: *nods* Yeah.

First Aid: *smiles behind her mask* Those are pretty.

Cat Scan: *nods and moves to head for the door* I need to brush my hair and put on makeup too.... *pulls a face as she leaves the infirmary*


About an hour later...


Cat Scan: *frowning as she tries yet again to call her mom and gets met with the answering machine* *has dolled herself up, even taking the time to put styling product into her hair to make it not frizz* *is quite worried as she starts to pace*

phone: *ring!*

Cat Scan: *quick to answer* Hello?

tapping: *spells 'location' in Morse code*

Cat Scan: I'm still on base.... I was trying to get ahold of Mom.... *trying to stay calm, but she's quite worried*

phone: *buzzes as the person on the other end hangs up*

Cat Scan: .... *raised brow* *will hang up as well and wonder to herself just what's going on*

phone: *signals a text message!*

Cat Scan: *blinks and checks the message*

phone: 'Come to The Green River.'

Cat Scan: *soft 'heh', will go pester one of the greenshirts for a ride then*


A short while later, at The Green River...


Cat Scan: *walking into The Green River, and taking in the clean lines and modern feel of the restaurant. Is surprised at how simple, but refined-feeling the interior is, but thinks that it works quite well. Seems unaware that she's getting a lot of attention in her knee-length, dark blue cocktail dress. Resists the urge to adjust the shoulders and scoop neck of the dress yet again, since she's pretty sure they don't need adjusting*

greeter: *steps forward, elegant in his black suit and black turtleneck* Your party, Miss?

Cat Scan: It might be under the name Wyatt....

greeter: *runs his finger down the list* I'm sorry, there is no party by that name for today.

tall, ruggedly handsome blond man: *comes over then, his piercing blue eyes catching Cat's as he smiles at her. Is wearing a dark jacket with a black turtleneck*

Cat Scan: *so confused* Oh... *and then she sees the blond man* ... *there's something familiar about him... See her trying to work this out?*

greeter: *looks up* Ah, Mr. Smith, is this the last member of your party?

man: *nods without taking his now teasing eyes off Cat*

Cat Scan: *both brows up* *hesitant smile, can just feel the blush that's creeping up on her cheeks*

Mr. Smith: *offers his arm, his other hand raising to very gently brush her cheek with his fingertips*

greeter: *discreetly not seeing any of this. Has returned to his list*

Cat Scan: *more blush as she moves to grab the offered arm*

Mr. Smith: *turns and leads Cat over to the most elegant private room in the place, then opens the door to reveal the other woman who is sitting at the table and staring thoughtfully into a glass*

Cat Scan: *so surprised, is going to boggle just a bit now*

Bethany: *looks up as the door opens, and then she's moving to get up and hug Cat Scan* *teasingly* Well, now I feel better knowing that you've got such gentlemanly friends watching out for you, Catherine.

Cat Scan: *blushing just a bit as she hugs her mother* You haven't met Marvin or Ettienne yet, Mom... They fuss worse than you do.

Bethany: *raised brow* I'll believe that when I see it.

Mr. Smith: *has pulled out a chair, and is waiting with a smile*

Cat Scan: *soft chuckle, and then she's moving to carefully sit down*

Mr. Smith: *pushes in her chair, and then comes around to do the same for Bethany*

Cat Scan's purse: *chirps very softly. Someone is at his post!*

Mr. Smith: *glances toward it and smiles*

Cat Scan: *trying so hard not to snicker, though she is relieved that Stormshadow isn't trying to hide in her dress this time*

Bethany: *as she moves to sit down* Alright, what's so funny?

Mr. Smith: *eyes are twinkling again as he takes his own seat, and then drops something with a soft tinkle onto Cat Scan's bread plate*

Cat Scan: *blinks and looks down at her plate. Soft sound of surprise as she sees the amber ring*

Bethany: ... *gives Mr. Smith a Look that's mixed with amusement*

Mr. Smith: *raises one eyebrow slightly as he looks back at Bethany, is clearly asking her permission*

Bethany: I won't even bother with the "Break her heart and I'll break your legs" spiel... Especially since I know Elizabeth could do so much worse to you if you hurt Catherine.

Cat Scan: *soooo much blush*

Mr. Smith: *doesn't think so, but bows his head respectfully*

Cat Scan: *very slight smile as she peeks at Mr. Smith*

Bethany: *reminded so strongly of how she and her husband acted when they were dating, now has a slightly wistful look on her face*

Mr. Smith: *is now asking a silent question of Cat Scan: how will she answer the question of the ring?*

Cat Scan: *very small nod, will put the ring on*

Mr. Smith: *and now he's looking down at his plate, a slight warmth to his cheeks*

Cat Scan: *reaching for Mr. Smith's hand, eyes sparkling ever so slightly*

Bethany: *inspecting her glass again, a small smile on her face*

Mr. Smith: *gentle squeeze for Cat's hand, and then silently lifts his glass in a toast*

Cat Scan: *will raise her glass, as will Bethany*

Mr. Smith: *touches the glasses with his own, and then drinks*

Cat Scan: *careful sip of the contents of her glass, since she really doesn't want to risk spilling on her dress*

Bethany: *drinks and then chuckles* So when's the wedding?

Cat Scan: *blush* Mom!

Bethany: What? *and there's a familiar expression.... Yes, she's teasing her daughter*

Mr. Smith: *gravely offers Bethany a menu*

Bethany: *more chuckle as she accepts the offered menu*

Mr. Smith: *offers the second menu to Cat Scan, his expression serious*

Cat Scan: *small nod, will skim the menu*

Mr. Smith: *types on his iPod and then tips it so that she can see* 'How are you doing? How are TR and SW?'

Cat Scan: *quietly* I've been trying to talk the other medics into letting me come back on shift... *dryly* You can guess how that's gone... *even quieter* TR's doing well... He's handling things better... *bites her lower lip as she thinks of poor Shipwreck* *softly* SW's girl is on base... He's not sedated anymore, but he's still... *trails off for a moment before continuing* Mara's been good at keeping him quieter... Even if it doesn't seem like he recognizes her...

Mr. Smith: *slight frown of concern as he listens*

Cat Scan: *very, very quick glance at her mom, before she's leaning closer to Mr. Smith* *softly* TR's family has grown... Cassidy's got another sister...

Mr. Smith: *perks and looks at her quizzically, surprise showing in those blue eyes*

Cat Scan: *as Bethany gives the couple an amused, knowing look* *very, very softly* TR brought home a little rat, and some of that ooze stuff like in that one cartoon... Splinter's a sweet little girl... Gentle little thing.

Mr. Smith: *stares, and then hides his face with his hand as his shoulders shake with silent laughter*

Cat Scan: *small smile*

Bethany: Whatever in-joke you two have...

Mr. Smith: *looks toward the birthday lady with profoundly respectful innocence, and then slips a wrapped box into Cat Scan's hand under the table. If she looks at it she will see that the tag asserts it as being for her mother from her self*

Cat Scan: *makes like she's getting something out of her clutch bag, will move to set the box in front of her mother*

Bethany: ... You two... *soft chuckle* You're both stinkers.

Cat Scan: Yes, but we're good at what we do.

Mr. Smith: *eyes twinkle as he smiles*

Bethany: *unwraps the box and opens it* *blink blink* Oh, goodness... *will carefully remove the delicately beautiful silver chain* *so surprised*

Cat Scan: *glances to Mr. Smith and smiles*

Mr. Smith: *studying the chain with approval, as though he's never seen it before*

Bethany: *will put the chain on now and smile once she's got it the way she wants it*

Mr. Smith: *nods and smiles*

Cat Scan: *grinning as she watches her mother fuss with the chain just a bit*

Bethany: *gets up and moves to give her daughter a hug* *quietly* Thank you, Catherine, Mr. Smith.

Mr. Smith: *lifts brows and indicates that the chain was all Cat's doing*

Bethany: Yes, but I'm pretty sure the restaurant was your idea?

Mr. Smith: *will admit to that* *and glance up as the waiter peeks into the room*

Cat Scan: *very slight start, looks to the door*

Mr. Smith: *indicates that they're ready to order, and then nods to the ladies to go ahead*


Back at the Pit infirmary


Ratchet: *back from helping some of the JOEs with a project* *to First Aid and Stretcher* How have things been here?

First Aid: *looks up with a smile from where she's sitting on an examining table feeding the sleeping Lifeline* Oh, like they usually are when it's time to do physicals.

Stretcher: *sighs and wipes his forehead*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle* And I'm guessing you had to keep reminding Cat Scan that she's supposed to be on her day off?

First Aid: Oh no, she's having dinner with Snake Eyes and her mother in town. *gently unhooks Lifeline from the feeding port and then tucks her into Ratchet's arms*

Lifeline: *beeeeg sigh in sleep, hugs her lovie against her face*

Ratchet: ... *blink blink, is picturing what that's like, even as he rubs Lifeline's back* Dinner with Snake Eyes?

Stretcher: Yup, at The Green River. *writing reports at the desk*

Ratchet: ... *silent for a few moments as he researches, and then he's making a surprised sound* That's.... one of the most expensive restaurants in town...

Stretcher: *looks up* You mean it's not the most expensive?

First Aid: *folds up the last of the towels she'd been amusing Lifeline with and comes to hug her husband*

Ratchet: *as he hugs his wife* It costs about the same as that one French restaurant that I can never remember the name of...

First Aid: The Rooster and Wine. *translated it. Again*

Ratchet: What First Aid said... *bemused look* I'm having a hard time imagining what Snake Eyes would wear to a place like that, to be honest....

Stretcher: *shrugs* I'm just glad Roadblock knows Cat's not here, so he doesn't blast everyone's sinuses with that garlic soup of his tonight. *write write write*

First Aid: *soft chuckle as she lets go of her husband*

Ratchet: *soft 'heh', will nuzzle First Aid's helm before moving to bring Lifeline into his office for naptime*

First Aid: Hmm. I guess I better check the new supply shipment. *smiles after her husband and goes to do so*

Ratchet: *moving to get situated in his chair... will also reach into the drawer where he keeps the CPR dummy that the late General Flagg had 'killed'... and frown when he realizes he's reaching into an empty drawer* ... //First Aid?//

First Aid: //Yes, Ratchet?//

Ratchet: //Did you move the broken CPR dummy?//

First Aid: *looks up from the boxes she'd been scanning, her eyes blinking behind her visor* //No...//

Ratchet: //... It's not in the drawer... I was going to start repairing its internal structure while Lifeline napped...// *sounds just a bit worried now*

First Aid: *comes out of the storeroom and walks into his office* When was the last time you saw it?

Ratchet: Earlier today... Before I went to help with that project... *feeling slightly sick at the thought that some joker has stolen the poor little broken thing*

First Aid: *looks into the drawer* You're sure you put it back in there? *pokes at the nest of towels to see if perhaps the dummy isn't underneath of them*

Ratchet: I'm sure... I put it back because I got that call for assistance right as I was going to start on repairs...

First Aid: *troubled look. Knows how attached to and protective of the broken dummy her husband has become* *will look in all the other drawers of the desk* You're sure you didn't accidentally put it in your hold?

Ratchet: *checks there and sighs when he comes up empty-handed* *eyes downcast* *quietly* If it's the same person who started the shenanigans in the first place...

First Aid: Ratchet, he went down with the Flagg. *yes, she'd discovered the ring leader of the dummy killing plots* *then turns her head* Oh no. Where's the new dummy?

Ratchet: *dismayed expression, moves to gently tuck Lifeline into the carrying hold with the towels and blankets*

Lifeline: *quiet little beeps to Papa, and then sighs and falls peacefully silent as she curls in her nest*

First Aid: *has gone to check the new dummy's box*

Ratchet: *makes sure Lifeline is comfortable before he closes the hatch on the carrying hold, then he's moving to get up and go looking for the new dummy*

First Aid: It's not here. I don't see it anywhere, Ratchet.

Stretcher: See what, guys? *looks up*

Ratchet: *worried* The new CPR dummy...

Stretcher: Skywarp and Desinex have it over in the training room across the way.

Ratchet: *blink blink, will go look in there to see what's going on*

Desinex: *fussing and scolding Skywarp for nearly dropping the CPR dummy*

Skywarp: *abashed and feeling just a bit 'meep'. Is gently pat patting the CPR dummy's back and carefully cradling it*

First Aid: *blinks at the pair, and then looks up at her husband*

Ratchet: *relief is clear on his face, though he's still very worried about the broken CPR dummy*

First Aid: *slowly* Skywarp? Desinex? What are you doing?

Skywarp: *slight start, and then he's moving to carefully offer Ratchet the CPR dummy* Desinex said I needed to practice transforming and getting a human into my cockpit...

First Aid: Ohhh. *can't help but look carefully at the dummy. The little thing isn't alive, but the way it reacts to things and its frail appearance are enough to trigger her protective coding*

Desinex: *moving to fuss over the CPR dummy as well*

Ratchet: Alright...

Skywarp: O.o What's got your gears in a grind?

First Aid: Someone took the other dummy. The broken one that we were keeping to repair.

Skywarp: ... Oh...

Desinex: *frowns muchly* I'll keep an eye out for it, 'Aid.

Stretcher: *from down by their feet* Wait, hey, I can't believe you're all tied up about a broken piece of equipment.

First Aid: *reproving look downward*

Desinex: *Look*

Ratchet: *quietly* I know it doesn't make much sense... But there's something about the CPR dummies that triggers strong protective instincts in Autobots...

Skywarp: They're frickin' adorable.

Stretcher: ...So you just wanted a doll? You guys don't really need them to learn how to handle humans?

First Aid: We do need them for our newcomers. But we care about them too.

Ratchet: *nod of agreement*

First Aid: It's bad enough that the first two were thrown away before we could get them back. Now this one's gone too...

Stretcher: *face palm* I took the broken dummy.

Ratchet: ...

Stretcher: It's on its way to the factory to be repaired.

Ratchet: *relief*

First Aid: Why didn't you tell us?

Stretcher: *shrug* I thought it'd be a surprise.

Cover Girl: //Ratchet, are you there?//

Ratchet: //I am, Cover Girl... Is there a problem?//

Cover Girl: //First Contact just fainted, and we can't get her to come out of it.//

Ratchet: ... //I'll be right there.// *carefully transfers the CPR dummy and Lifeline to First Aid*

First Aid: *takes both dummy and and baby gently* Ratchet? What is it?

Ratchet: *quietly* First Contact just fainted, and Cover Girl and the others can't get her to wake up.

First Aid: Oh no! *passes the dummy to Desinex* I'll go check on Tunnel Rat.

Desinex: *to First Aid* I'll watch over Splinter and Cassidy.

First Aid: Cassidy's in the nursery. I think Splinter was working in the mess with Roadblock.

Ratchet: *hurries to the Secretarial pool*

Cover Girl: *has her arms around Sharpshot and is speaking softly to the trembling woman as Ratchet reaches the door to the little maze of offices and desks that house the paper pushing department of the Pit*

Ratchet: *transformed to his human mode en route, will look around quickly before moving to crouch next to First Contact*

Sharpshot: *hiding her face against Cover Girl's shoulder and fumbling over her words*

Cover Girl: *gently* Shhh. Shhh. It's going to be alright. Ratchet will help Connie.

First Contact: *in stasis, her systems stressed and her spark flaring up with distress. That spark no longer bears a scar, but there are now bits of Tunnel Rat's coding mingled in with hers, and the largest concentration of that coding is at the site of the flareup*

Ratchet: *shares what he's found with First Aid, will gently lift First Contact up* *soothingly, to Sharpshot* She'll be alright, Sharpshot... She needs rest though...

Sharpshot: *slight peek and a wibble*

Cover Girl: What's the matter with her, Ratchet? *still comforting Sharpshot even as she gives her insensate friend a look of worried concern*

Ratchet: *quietly* Her spark budded...

Sharpshot: *quiet* Baby... baby...

Cover Girl: *looks at her, and then at Ratchet* But... I thought you had to be bonded to have babies. *so confused*

First Contact: *soft moan and tries to lift a hand to her face*

Ratchet: *attention going to the woman in his arms* Easy, First Contact...

Sharpshot: *softly* Part of Tunnel Rat... *hides her face again*

Cover Girl: *distracted from confusion. Gently rocks Sharpshot* Shhhh, Sky.

First Contact: *opens bleary blue eyes and blinks at Ratchet, then sinks back into stasis*

Sharpshot: *soft clicks, more peek at Ratchet and First Contact, then more hiding*

Ratchet: *quietly* I'll get Connie to the infirmary... We'll be able to take care of her there...

Cover Girl: Alright. We'll let Flint know what's happened. *glance includes the other personnel who are gathered around*

Ratchet: *small nod* *carefully carries First Contact to the infirmary*

First Aid: *is speaking softly to someone up on the examining table when her husband enters, and a confused male voice may be heard replying faintly*

Ratchet: *to First Aid* Is that Tunnel Rat?

First Aid: *looks down* *softly* Yes. He's very disoriented.

Ratchet: *as he gets First Contact situated on a human size hospital bed* That's understandable... *once he's gotten the insensate woman tucked into a nest of blankets, he's transforming and moving to transfer the blanket nest and its occupant up to the table*

Lifeline: *soft bweee as she points to First Contact. Is sitting out of the way over at the head of the examining table*

Ratchet: *soothing sounds as he gently tucks First Contact in with Tunnel Rat*

First Aid: *soft astonishment* The scar's gone from her spark. The missing piece is back... and budding?

Lifeline: Buba? *looks up at her parents' faces*

Ratchet: *nods* And it seems that there's a proximity bond forming...

First Aid: The missing piece... it was with Tunnel Rat! *looks at her husband*

Lifeline: *soft squee*

Ratchet: ... That has to be it... Though I don't understand how...

First Aid: *softly* Remember, Optimus and Archiva have a bond.

Ratchet: ... True... *scanning the couple on the table now*

First Aid: We never did check to see if Tunnel Rat's electrical fields were in sync with First Contact's like Archiva's are with Optimus'. *soothing hand toward her little daughter, who looks at it to see what's in it and then gives Mama a funny look*

Ratchet: *quietly* Sharpshot was frightened by First Contact's fainting... But Cover Girl was right there...

First Aid: *softly* Oh, poor Sharpshot! Should I go and get her?

Lifeline: *bounces on butt at that idea, beeping and popping eloquently*

Ratchet: That might be best... If Hound hasn't already...

First Aid: Hound's not back yet from scouting a possible Cobra encampment. *reaches to pick Lifeline up*

Lifeline: Bweeeeee! *gives much instructions and exhortations*

Ratchet: *small frown* Oh...

First Aid: *gentle patpat, and then carries her excited baby daughter from the room*

Tunnel Rat: *soft mutter in the sudden silence of the infirmary* Urky...

Ratchet: *soft 'heh'* *soothingly* I'll get you something to help with that...

Tunnel Rat: *blinks up at him with confusion* ...I was in the motor pool.

Ratchet: You were brought to the infirmary, as was First Contact...

Tunnel Rat: *eyes go wide, and then he turns his head* Connie? Crap... Babe, hey...

Ratchet: Her spark budded as a result of the stress she's been under, and because of the proximity bond you two have...

Tunnel Rat: o_o Saywhoawhat???????

Ratchet: *slowly explains about proximity bonds, pausing to allow Tunnel Rat to ask questions*

Tunnel Rat: *far too gobsmacked to do more than gape and stare*

Ratchet: We'll get started on making a shell for the baby... but in the meantime, I think it would be best if you and First Contact stay here...

infirmary door: *slides open as Cat Scan enters the room with a quietly happy expression on her face*

Tunnel Rat: Yous mean me and Connie're really married??? And we're gonna have another baby??? *voice loud and echoing in the big, quiet room*

Cat Scan: ... *blink blink blink*

Ratchet: *nods* It looks that way, Tunnel Rat... *attention going to Cat Scan, blinks when he realizes she's wearing a ring on her left hand*

Tunnel Rat: Oh #$@#$#@, why's she sick? Is somethin' wrong with her or the baby??? *getting way too excited*

Cat Scan: *as she moves to approach the table* Because women get morning sickness when they're expecting, Tunnel Rat...

Ratchet: She'll be alright, Tunnel Rat... We'll get her the supplements she needs.

Tunnel Rat: But she's unconscious! I can't feel her!

Ratchet: *quick glance to Cat Scan, who nods. Then he's reaching to tag Tunnel Rat with one of the special sedative tabs made for him*

Tunnel Rat: ACK! *thud* *out cold*

Cat Scan: *moving to carefully climb up the ladder toward the table top* Sheesh... And I thought WakeJumper was excitable... *having a bit of difficulty getting up the ladder in her dress and heels*

Ratchet: *tucks Tunnel Rat in with First Contact again and makes sure the couple is covered with blankets. That done, he's reaching to help Cat Scan onto the table top* *slightly puzzled look for the amber ring* I didn't know you had a ring with petrified tree resins...

Cat Scan: ... *faint blush* Er... Well... you see...

First Aid: *returning with Sharpshot and Lifeline in her arms* *quizzical look for Cat Scan as she comes over to the table* How was dinner, Cat Scan?

Sharpshot: *still a bit shaken from earlier, will cling to First Aid and Lifeline with near desperation*

Cat Scan: *more blush* Well, Mom approves of Snake Eyes...

First Aid: ...You're wearing an engagement ring.

Ratchet: *blink blink blink* ...

Cat Scan: *nods, more blush* Y-Yeah...

Sharpshot: *quietly* Long courtship...

First Aid: *soft chuckle* I don't think it's over yet, Sharpshot.

Sharpshot: *small nod* Long courtship, courting gifts...

First Aid: *softly* It seems so strange, doesn't it? *looks at Cat Scan* That's the human way?

Cat Scan: Usually... *soft chuckle* A lot of times, engagement rings have diamonds... But I've never really been a diamond sorta girl...

First Aid: *studies the ring* Fossilized tree sap? *blinks behind her visor* ...Is that a bug?

Cat Scan: *headshake* It's a flower.

Sharpshot: *quietly* Forever flower...

Ratchet: *surprised* So it is...

First Aid: *softly* It's so tiny. And so old.

Cat Scan: Yeah... I don't even know what type of flower it is...

First Aid: *softly murmurs the scientific name* *then looks up at her husband* Do you think it would be safe to put Tunnel Rat and First Contact into a private room? Sharpshot should transform soon.

Ratchet: *nods* It will be quieter there... We'll need to get maternity supplements, and to start on building a shell for their little one...

Sharpshot: *hides her face against Lifeline. Doesn't want to transform*

First Aid: *soft acknowledgement to her husband, though her attention is on Sharpshot* *gently* Sharpshot?

Sharpshot: *shaking her head as Ratchet brings Tunnel Rat and First Contact to one of the private rooms*

First Aid: *quietly* You're going to stress your systems. Hound will be worried.

Lifeline: *looks at Mama, then at Aunty* *Bweep bweep boop!*

Sharpshot: *hiccup, soft clicks... and then she's wiggling a bit*

First Aid: *gently lays her down, and then takes Lifeline from her* Good girl.

Sharpshot: *transforms, and then she's grabbing the Transformer size blanket that's draped over the table and hiding beneath it*

First Aid: *offers to tuck the urgently beeping Lifeline in with her* Shhh. It's alright. Right, Cat Scan?

Cat Scan: Yeah... *reaches to gently patpat Sharpshot's hand*

Sharpshot: *peeek, clickstorm*

Lifeline: *bweeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Gentle kissies for Auntie*

Sharpshot: *gonna cling to you now, Lifeline*

Lifeline: *pat pat beep beep love love... YAWWWWWWN* o.o

Ratchet: *back from tucking Tunnel Rat and First Contact in* *pause* *quietly* How is Sharpshot doing?

First Aid: She's calming down. But I think I better lay beside her. Do you think you'll have enough room to work on the foot of the table with two beds on it if you need to?

Ratchet: *nods* There's enough room for me to work.

First Aid: Alright. *settles down beside her oldest daughter's sister, then chuckles very softly at Lifeline*

Lifeline: *quietly and musingly making tiny little beeps and pops. Is remembering that she didn't finish her nap*

Cat Scan: *quietly, as she moves to get her heels off* Everything's going to be alright, Sharpshot...

Sharpshot: *issa hidin'*

Lifeline: *cuddle. Sleeeep. Sleeping baby magic!*

First Aid: *just gently rubs Sharpshot's shoulder as the infirmary settles back to quiet broken only by the soft sound of Cobra Commander's TV*

((written with random_xtras))