MTMTEarth. Roof of Mira's Apartment, Gang Hideout, The /Lost Light/. Micron Antics Part 2

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Continued from here



Later, back at the apartment building


Mira: *cackling as she and Heath make zombies blow up*

Heath: *cursing and furthering everyone's education*

Chase: *looks like he's going to faint*

Coulson: *bright-eyed and amused. To the wife of the big cheerful guy* I haven't seen this much blood in firefights against live people.

Nancy: I still don't get why games like that are fun. *headshake*

Benson: *gentle touch for his wigged out friend*

Chase: *just socked Bashir as he jumped*

Mira: *whoop!*

Bashir: *hand over his eye, and voice quiver is go* Hey! You made me spill my lemonade.

Coulson: *more amused. She can see that the tall, quiet man has already had more than enough of the hard lemonade*

Mira: *cackle* Hit 'im back, Bashir!

Bashir: *blink. Pout* I can't hit Chase. If it was Heath it'd be okay.

Heath: *growls something impolite without turning away from the simulated zombies that he's shooting on the big white sheet screen*

Mira: *snort*

Chase: *apologizing profusely, looks a bit pale and shaky currently*

Ordnance: *steps onto the roof, his arms full of shopping bags* Who wants booze!?

Mira: *cackles and moves to inspect what Ordnance brought*

Bullet: Here, gimme that, mon. *grabs a cooler, knocks off the lid, and then walks over to try and feed it to her husband*

Chase: I-*protest is cut off as he's fed booze*

Benson: Hey now. Bullet, you know he doesn't like that stuff. *big man is now trying to wrestle the bottle away from his friend's wife*

Mira: What else did ya get, Ordnance? *curious and trying to get some of the good stuff*

Bashir: I like that stuff. *curiously looking in the bag that Mira's not looking into*

Ordnance: *grins* Everything I could carry.

Mira: *grin* Now we've got a party!

Heath: *string of obscenities*

Coulson: You realize you left Heath to be eaten by zombies, right?

Chase: *flat out on the roof*

Mira: So go help 'im, Philippa.

Coulson: *slight smile* You've got the controller.

Mira: *hands it over*

Coulson: Could I have one of those raspberry white rum coolers, too?

Mira: Sure. *hands one of those over, too* *considering* Yanno... We've got enough people ta knock some'a those gangers Mr. Lee asked me ta deal with inta next week.

Coulson: *snerks softly after thanking Mira, and then goes to kill virtual zombies*

Bullet: *from where she's sitting on Benson and twisting his arm behind his back* Yeah, but there ain't been enough drinkin' yet.

Benson: *groan*

Mira: Well, we got booze ta fix that!

Nancy: *one with her facepalm*

Bashir: *got the lid off! Chug*

Ordnance: ...Didn't that guy say that stuff burned the last time he tasted it?

Mira: Bhuh? *looks to see what Bashir's drinking* *snerk* Oy, Bashir, ease up on the Patron.

Bashir: *lowers the bottle and blinks at her* Huh?

Mira: Yer not the only one who wants Tequila tanight.

Bashir: *sunny grin and give her the bottle* *then leans over to hug her and kiss her on the cheek before walking over to tell Heath how to shoot*

Mira: *laughs and chugs tequila before passing the bottle to Ordnance*

Ordnance: *also laughing* What the *deleted* was that?

Mira: Dunno. *amused*

Ordnance: *shakes his head and tips the bottle up*

Heath: *grouching at Bashir, but listening to his advice*

Benson: Nancy, help! *rumbles laughter*

Nancy: *moving to save her husband* Bullet, that's mine.

Bullet: *looks up, and then laughs and gets up* Yeah, sure. Make 'em gimme back the drink.

Mira: *looks for Chase* ... *SNERK* Anyone gotta fork?

Nancy: *helping Benson up. Will take the cooler away from him once he's upright*

Chase: *sits up. Sees cooler near his face. Grabs it and slams it back*

Benson: :o

Bullet: *so ded*

Mira: *boggles* *cackle*

Nancy: Oh, good grief.

Ordnance: How fast's that comin' back?

Benson: I don't know. I've never seen him drink it before.

Chase: *lowers the bottle and sighs* *hiccups*

Ordnance: *shakes his head, then gives the one bag to Mira and carries the other two over to the table. Sets out many bottles, and then gets to the bottom and pulls out steaks* They had croc.

Mira: Oooo. Haven't had that in years.

Heath: ... *pauses the game* Croc?

Ordnance: Yup. You wanna make that sauce? I got the stuff. *nods toward the barbecue sauce ingredients*

Coulson: You have a famous barbecue sauce? *lifts brows*

Heath: ... Alright. *moving to help, after passing the controller to Bashir*

Bashir: *cheery whoop and starts spraying his virtual surroundings with flame*

Coulson: *gives her controller to Nancy and goes to see this sauce making*

Nancy: *sighs and moves to help Bashir fight zombies*

Mira: *moving to poke Chase*

Ordnance: *has his big new outdoor stove fired up, all three burners and the grill* *takes out one last big slab of meat*

Benson: *got up and came over to look* That's not croc.

Ordnance: Nope. Figured some people might not wanna eat lizard. So I got a hunk of catfish.

Heath: Like that's any better?

Ordnance: *frowns at him* It's fish.

Coulson: *wrinkles her nose and sniffs cautiously at the piece of catfish. Lifts brows at lack of stink*

Mira: Fresh fish at that. *surprised by the lack of stink as well*

Benson: You batter catfish, right?

Ordnance: *thinks about it, then looks at Mira*

Mira: ... I think so?

Ordnance: It's one way ta do it. You want deepfried fish?

Coulson: If we go visiting like Laguardia wants, we'll burn off the calories.

Mira: Go fer it, Ordnance.

Heath: ... You're all lunatics.

Benson: Let me do this. I know a beer batter.

Heath: ... As long as it's not Budweiser you're using.

Benson: *looks over at the liquor* I see Red Stripe and Black Horse. *blinks* And I've never heard of either.

Heath: ... *impressed grunt*

Mira: Red Stripe's usually from Jamaica, right?

Ordnance: Yeah, but they're affiliated with Black Horse, which is Newfie. *grins and starts cutting up the fish*

Mira: ... Did ya get Screech, too? *going to check the bags again*

Ordnance: Heh, don't ask dumb questions, Babe.

Benson: *has grabbed a bowl* Which beer's better with fish?

Bashir: Hahaha, die again, beeches!

Mira: Black Horse is an ale. 'N Red Stripe is a lager... Ales're better fer beer batter.

Benson: Gotcha. *grabs a couple bottles of Black Horse and knocks the lids off on the edge of the table*

Ordnance: *startles as the table shakes, then laughs* Bad*aft*.

Benson: *shy grin as he sets to work*

Mira: *laughs and pulls a bottle of Screech out* Where'd we put the shot glasses?

Ordnance: *without looking up* We only got the ones in the cupboard again. You ate the blue ones last night.

Mira: *snort* Fine. I'll go get more.

Bashir: *gives Mira and Ordnance an owly look* SHHHH!

Nancy: *quick glance*

Mira: What? I tripped when I was holdin' some'a the glasses 'n smacked my teeth int'a 'em when I landed.

Coulson: *curious about the reactions*

Ordnance: Less talk, more walk, Babe.

Mira: *rude hand gesture for Ordnance, moves to climb down the fire escape to get her wallet*

Ordnance: Babe, it's hangin' off your *aft*.

Mira: *slaps her butt, mutters curses and stuffs the one-eyed green Zipit wallet back in her pocket*

Benson: *curiously* Does it have an eye?

Mira: Yeah. I named it 'Fury' after my boss. *brat grin over her shoulder*

Benson: *chuckles and then tastes his batter*

Mira: Be back later. *salute, down the fire escape, and using her parkour and rock climbing skills to get down to the street*


couple hours later


Heath: *eats another piece of catfish, and then moves a Chinese checker*

Mira: *knocking back another shot of booze. Finished off her fish and a bit of croc earlier*

Chase: *quite tipsy and leaning on Bullet*

Bashir: Mira, will you tell Phillipa about my, *brp sorry* my place?

Coulson: How can you live in a stairwell?

Mira: *snerk* Bashir's place* is cool. This rich guy bought this huge condo in the building that I own part 'a. 'N the guy sold Bashir the back stairwell, 'n Bashir converted it inta a really swanky apartment.

Coulson: That can't be much space. *looks at the last piece of fish on Heath's plate, and then takes it and eats it*

Mira: Bashir's bathroom's in the basement, and there's a skylight above the bed... I'm not allowed up there.

Bashir: It's like a loft, with bars along the side so I don't fall out. Mira sticks her legs through the bars and offers to spit on us while we work in the kitchen.

Coulson: ...The kitchen's right under the loft?

Mira: Yup.

Bashir: No, the floor with the closet's between them, but the floor there's made of metal grid so the light can go down. The apartment's four floors and 269 square foot.

Coulson: *surprised* Is that even legal?

Mira: Yeah. My place is even smaller.

Coulson: But yours has a window you can get out of.

Bashir: I go out of the skylight all the time.

Mira: Goin' out windows is fun. So is climbin' up 'n doin' death from above on gangers.

Bashir: Remember the time you hid in my bathroom and made noise, and you scared Ordnance? *little giggle*

Heath: *frowning suspiciously at that empty spot on his plate*

Ordnance: I wasn't scared. I was drunk.

Mira: *snort* Yanno, I think we're all drunk enough, 'n crazy enough, why don't we go knock those gangers stupid?

Coulson: *pulls over the one shopping bag and pulls it open to show a Sarah Lee chocolate cake* We aren't done eating.

Mira: ... Aw, c'mooooon!

Benson: *comfortably* Bullet, is there room in your fridge for the cake?

Bullet: *looks up from drawing on her husband's hand* Huh? Yeah. This mon doesn't put anything in it.

Benson: *stands up cheerfully* Cake after we clean up!

Nancy: I'll put away the cake. Chase isn't going out, is he?

Mira: We might as well bring the loser with us.

Chase: Why are you insulting me, Mira? *looks up from where he'd been laying with his face on his plate*

Mira: 'Cause you tipped over after one drink. *grin*

Chase: *blinks* I had one rum cooler, half a bottle of beer, and that concoction with chili before Heath returned with you and Ordnance.

Bullet: *grins*

Mira: ... *snerk* Then you're soused enough ta come rumble with gangers.

Chase: I rumble with gangers when I'm fully sober.

Mira: This'll be more fun.

Chase: *thoughtfully* Unless I vomit on someone.

Bullet: You won't.

Chase: True.

Mira: Bonus points if you do and it's on a ganger. *grin*

Chase: I've never managed to find out what your points are worth.

Ordnance: *fish out his nose*

Mira: *blink. Blink* ... *cracking up now*

Coulson: Are we going? *has a knuckleduster*

Heath: *blinks* Where was that?

Coulson: *grin*

Mira: *blink* Oh, yeah. I gotta go get mine. *heads for the fire escape*

Ordnance: *catcalls after her, and then rolls up his paper plate and hits Heath with it*

Heath: Awk!!!

Coulson: Boys, save it for the quarry.

Ordnance: Yeah. Boy!

Mira: *back up to the roof* So, who all's comin' ta kick *aft* and take names?

Nancy: I'm the alibi. *is also the only person on the roof*

Mira: *nod* 'Kay. *pause* ... Where'd everyone else go?

Nancy: *points to a small light getting smaller three roofs down*

Mira: ... *cuss, moves to catch up*


several hours later and a few blocks south


Mira: *hoo boy. She fights mean! Just smashed her knee into a ganger's face*

Chase: *reading Miranda rights to a guy who's hanging upside down by one foot*

Heath: *got one of the gangers in a full Nelson*

Bashir: *will now poke the guy in the belly*

ganger: *string of angry Mandarin*

Mira: And yer another! *laughs and charges another couple gangers*

Benson and Ordnance: *are things breaking in that room back there*

Bullet: *is laughter accompanying Coulson's amused lecture to a vanquished gang member*

Bashir: *to the guy Heath's holding* Do you want to see something REALLY WEIRD?

ganger: *says something that has to be extremely foul*

Heath: *snerk* I'm remembering that one.

Bashir: He pronounced it wrong. *sucks in a deep breath, and then burps so loud that he transforms for an instant* :D

Heath: *snerk* Like you would know? *looks up* ...

Bashir: *cheerfully* You never saw that, Heath. It's the alcohol affecting you.

Coulson: *as she comes out* Saw what?

Heath: ... What the *beep* did I drink?

Coulson: *soft snerk* Everything you could get your hands on, including a mouthful of lantern fuel.

Mira: *laughs and turns to comment*

ganger: *catches Mira unaware, hits her in the chest with a sledgehammer*

Mira: *startled shriek, is knocked off her feet*

Bashir: *moves without thinking, the edge of his hand hitting the ganger in the face*

Ordnance and Benson: *just came through the door! Without opening it*

Heath: *on his feet and hurrying over to Mira*

Coulson: *kneels beside her, and then blinks with confusion*

Heath: *fingers on Mira's wrist, checking for a pulse* *cuss*

Coulson: *frowning* I hear something.

Ordnance: *heaves the Coulson out of the way, and then butt busts the Heath aside* Babe!

Heath: She's not- *awks as he's busted aside*

Mira: *far too still, expression slack*

Ordnance: *trips her transform without thinking, and then yanks something out and scans her with it*

Bashir: I hear it too! It's her spark!

Chase: SHHHH!

Heath: What the *beep*?!

Mira: *in severe distress and in danger of going out*

Ordnance: *hands Heath a tiny, barely fuzzy dinosaur* Hold this. And hold her nice! *opening Mira's chest*

Heath: Awk! What the *beep*?! *yes, he said that already*

Belinda: *shivering and scared now*

Legacy: -Bad, bad! Need Docbot!-

Ordnance: Transport us now, Bates!

Legacy: -Got it!- *and then the world seems to shift and change. One moment, the group is in the dimly-lit gang headquarters, the next, they're in a brightly-lit infirmary*

Heath: *stunned silent*

Coulson: *looking around with alert surprise*

Benson: *slack jawed with confused shock*

Bashir: *urk!*

Chase: *on high alert*

Bullet: *has her husband's back. Deep frown*

Ratchet: *is the sound of big footsteps swiftly approaching*

Benson: Transformer! Uh... *looks at Mira*

Ratchet: *a bit sharply* Never mind that. *moving to scan Mira*

Ordnance: She's falterin', Doc. *big man looks scared*

Ratchet: She's also got impact fractures around her spark compartment. *moving to apply a gentle shock to the tiny woman's spark chamber*

Heath: What the *beeep* is going on here?! *just a bit freaked out by how unsurprised Chase and Bullet are by seeing his ex-girlfriend turn into a robot*

Chase: *quietly* Apparently Mira is getting medical attention from one of her own race.

Bullet: *watching with frowning concern and interest now, her mouth moving as she prays*

Ratchet: *scanning as he applies another gentle shock, this one a bit higher voltage*

Mira: *spark flickers a bit*

Ordnance: *starts praying himself*

Bashir: *deep sigh of dizzy discomfort, and then loses hold of his transform and reverts to root mode before passing out on his face*

Benson: *to Ratchet* Anything I can do to help?

Ratchet: Turn your friend onto his side. And help the man holding Mira's glimmersprite sit down before he passes out. *one more shock to Mira's spark chamber*

Mira: *bucks and groans quietly*

Benson: *hurries to tend to Heath, and then turns Bashir and checks his airways before realizing that Bashir is an orange and white robot* Whoa...

Heath: *looks a bit pale now*

Ratchet: *talking soothingly to Mira as he works on repairing the cracks to her spark chamber now that she's not in danger of going out*

Mira: *optics dim, tries to turn her head a bit*

Coulson: *inhales some of the sealing substance that Ratchet is using* *SNEEZE!* *transform* ... Oh, this is interesting.

Heath: *jaw. Drops*

Benson: Uh. Are any of you human?

Belinda: *quiet peep*

Benson: No you're not.

Coulson: *sneeze!*

Mira: *intakes hitch*

Ratchet: *soft apologies, finishes sealing cracks and closes her chestplating* She needs to rest and stay off her feet for a few days.

Coulson: *repeatersneeze! Squeak. More repeatersneeze*

Ratchet: ... *turns attention to the sneezing woman* *scans*

Coulson: *minor allergy to the scent of the sealing gel*

Ordnance: *is now holding Mira close and praying thanks*

Bullet: *still praying as she notices Bashir and Coulson*

Mira: *shutters her optics and nuzzles Ordnance's chest as well as she can*

Heath: *quietly* Someone take the rat.

Ordnance: *reaches over and gently ganks Belinda* Don't let Mira hear you call her dinosaur a rat.

Belinda: *peeps quietly*

Heath: Yeah... *tips over backward, transforming before he's fully prone*

Coulson: *SNEEZE! Right in Ratchet's face* Oh, excuse me.

Ratchet: I've had worse. *offers to try and stop the reaction*

Coulson: If you would. *sneezes again, her expression going absent*

Ratchet: *will scan Coulson, then get out the tools he'll need to stop the reaction*

Coulson: *still sneezing, but she focused on the things her mind is suddenly filled with* ...I don't suppose you're telepathic?

Ratchet: No, I'm just a medic.

Bullet: Telepathy ain't really a Cybertronian thing. What you're seein' is programmin' you were born with.

Chase: *quietly* It activates at a specific point in an individual's life, though that point can be at any given point in said individual's life.

Bullet: Usually when they first transform. *sits on husband*

Ordnance: *gently opens Mira's chest and sets Belinda loose in there*

Bullet: *unprintable surprise*

Mira: *slight squirm*

Chase: *startled* Ordnance, what did you just do?

Ordnance: *shortly, as he closes Mira's chest* Shut up, that's where they live.

Chase: ... 'They'?

Ratchet: *as he works on Coulson* Glimmersprites. They're native lifeforms here.

Bullet: Inside your guts??? *shivers and hugs herself*

Mira: *soft murmur of "warm". And then she's slipping into healing stasis*

Ratchet: They're a type of raptor, and they're usually not seen outside of their host bot. They form a symbiotic relation with said host, and keep pests like roaches out, in exchange for a safe place to hide.

Bullet: *"ewwwwwww" face*

Ratchet: They're also quite content to be carried in a pouch or pocket. They're very warm and affectionate creatures once they know they can trust you. *finishes repairing Coulson, will scan her processor while he's thinking of it*

Coulson: *calm despite what has to be a shock. Is circulating evenly and studying the new material that is now in her memories*

Ratchet: *small nod. Will move to scan Bashir*

Bashir: *hyper, but could use a little more solid energy*

Ratchet: *soft chuckle* *turns attention to the red mech on the floor*

Heath: *processor having difficulty rebooting*

Ratchet: *getting to work on keeping the red micron man from crashing*

Ordnance: *absently, from where he's cradling Mira in his arms* Phillipa, you okay?

Phillipa: *also absent, with slight amusement* I just set my health gauge to look like something from 'World of Warcraft'.

Ordnance: o.0

Ratchet: *amused snort, continues to work*

Ordnance: You're not freaked out?

Coulson: *absent headshake* No. This explains a lot, actually.

Ordnance: o.0 0.o Okay...

Legacy: *appears with a pop* Caught back up from reset?

Coulson: *looks up with a slight, quizzical frown* I'm supposed to have some accessories. Do you know where those are?

Legacy: *points to Ordnance* Fat*aft* has. You gave it to him earlier.

Ordnance: *grumbles and squirms as he tries to get to the pack*

Coulson: *slight smile as she watches, though now there's a bit of ire in her expression too*

Legacy: *calmly* Didn't know if would be danger or not.

Coulson: *quietly* I'm sure she had her other reasons, too.

Legacy: *shrug* Chewed Mira out earlier, too.

Coulson: *quizzical slight frown*

Legacy: For not telling. But humans not s'posed to know about Microns yet.

Coulson: Says who?

Ordnance: *shortly* The guy who doesn't want to freak you all out.

Legacy: Primus 'n Primus' Boss.

Ordnance: *lifts his head* Him too?

Legacy: *nodnod* Yup.

Mira: *soft sound as she sleeps*

Ordnance: Huh. *attention back to Mira*

Coulson: Who is Primus? And who is his boss?

Legacy: Primus made Cybertronians. Primus' Boss is God.

Ratchet: There.

Heath: *rebooting... and swearing*

Coulson: *looks like she wants to know more, but Heath's noise just distracted her and she's moving closer to him with concern*

Ratchet: I'm just glad Kriti is having family bonding time with her sister. *will gently help Heath sit up*

Legacy: *blink blink, vanishes with another pop*

Ordnance: Here. *tosses pack to Coulson*

Coulson: *catches it without looking* Easy, Heath. Take a deep breath.

Heath: *does so*

Benson: *walks over to hunker down and put a hand on his friend's shoulder*

Heath: *gives Benson a slightly confused look*

Benson: It's alright. Remember, you said nothing surprised you after how long you've lived in New York.

Heath: ... I did say that. *small nod*

Legacy: *back with a whirlwind of glitter* :D

Coulson: *intent on opening her case and examining things* Heath, do you have a spare bed at your place?

Heath: ... I live on a tugboat.

Legacy: *hands Heath what looks like a shave kit*

Coulson: *still looking at her stuff* Is there a spare bed on it?

Heath: ... I can set up a hammock. Used to do that when Benson would crash there. *optics are a bit bright as he tries to figure Coulson out. Yes, she's pretty, and she seems to have a clue... But he doesn't even know much more than her name and that she's a friend of Mira's*

Mira: *speaking of, her fingers are twitching slightly, searching for something as she sleeps*

Ordnance: *sets her up with her head on his shoulder, and then sneaks her hand toward his beard*

Mira: *winglets relaxing as her fingers find his beard and entangle themselves in it*

Chase: *sees Benson's quizzical look and hesitates*

Benson: *face clears* I am too, aren't I?

Heath: Huh? *distracted*

Benson: *excited* I'm not human either. I'm like you.

Heath: ... *snort*

Legacy: *expression absent as she listens to things unseen*

Benson: *sits up* I have to talk to Dad. I bet I've got one of those shaving kit things too.

Ordnance: *is watching the other big man with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes*

Legacy: Not there. Nancy has it.

Benson: How'd she get it? *curious and interested*

Legacy: You brought it with you when you moved in with her. *nodnod* She's been waiting for awhile.

Benson: Are we programmed not to notice 'em at first, or something?

Legacy: S'posed to learn lots. Different peeps learn identities at different times. *nodnod*

Benson: *softly* Is Nancy one too?

Bullet: *just watching all this*

Legacy: Yup. All grown up, too.

Benson: 0_0 I hope she's grown up.

Chase: She means that Nancy has her full programming and has run her diagnostic.

Benson: *relief* Oh. *perk of interest* Diagnostic?

Coulson: Don't touch that, Heath. It'll put you to sleep.

Heath: *frown* Then what's the rest of it supposed to do?

Coulson: *looks at Chase, since he seems to know all this*

Chase: *will explain what each of the items in the kit are, including the identifier*

Benson: *GEEEK*

Coulson: *nodding as she identifies each object*

Heath: *frowning even more now* How are any of these supposed to help me do my job?

Bullet: They'll keep your *aft* runnin'.

Heath: *more frown, small nod*

Chase: Though more serious damage requires a medic... *glances to where Mira is snuggled against Ordnance*

Coulson: *quietly* There aren't any Cybertronian medics on Earth. Are there?

Chase: *quietly* Not to my knowledge.

Legacy: *quiet hum as she checks*

Benson: Will this teach me anything about being an EMT for our people? *holds up his kit*

Chase: If you are medic-coded, then your programming and the diagnostic will aid you in that endeavor.

Benson: *slight frown of disappointment* I'm more an engineer.

Heath: Nerd.

Chase: It is possible that you are a science unit.

Doctor Roxanne: *walks in and puts a hand on Ratchet as she watches the Microns*

Benson: *TOTALLY distracted and trying not to be rude even as he looks at this lady and tries to see what she is*

Ratchet: *will quietly explain the situation to Doctor Roxanne*

Doctor Roxanne: *nods, and then turns to hunker down and try to not be so much taller than Legacy* Do you think it's time everyone went home now?

Ordnance: Yeah.

Chase: I do not think it is advisable to move Mira while she is unaware of her surroundings.

Ordnance: She's gonna start lookin' for Sheldon soon. You wanna be in her way when he's not here?

Chase: 0_0

Coulson: ...Who's Sheldon?

Bullet: *snerks and hugs her knees*

Heath: Sheldon's a stuffed turtle she won at a fair on one of our dates.

Ordnance: Was her favourite fat green guy till I came along. She still likes having him around.

Doctor Roxanne: *looking at her handheld scanner* She's a little tense right now. Being in her own bed would probably be good for her.

Ordnance: Besides, she can feel all this open space.

Ambulon: *runs past in the hall, following the thunder that is his retreating sons* COME BACK HERE! THAT'S MINE!

Chase: *startles*

Bullet: *nearly gave herself whiplash looking over there*

Benson: *huhwhat??*

Mira: *optics unshuttering slightly* Hm?

Ordnance: Kid riot, I think. Sounded like it.

Benson: Kids? *looks from Doc Rocky to Ratchet*

Ratchet: *nods* From the hot spot in the city.

Benson: What does "hot spot" mean?

Coulson: *quietly curious eyes*

Bullet: *turns her head as though listening*

Ratchet: It's a place where newborn sparks are born.

Benson: Sparks?

Mira: *soft little sigh, shutters her optics again*

Bullet: *pokes Chase* You hear that, Mon?

Chase: I heard him, Bullet.

Ratchet: A spark is what makes a Cybertronian, full-size or Micron, alive.

Bullet: No, Chase. That song.

Chase: What? *looking around now, brows furrowing slightly as he tries to pinpoint the song he's just noticed*

Bullet: *frowns* No words...

Ordnance: *impatiently* Bates, are we going home or what?

Legacy: *quietly* Chase and Bullet baby nearby.

Ordnance: *bites back a curse of frustration. Just wants to get Mira home before she wakes up and isn't where she likes to be*

Legacy: *looks around to Benson, Chase, Bullet, Coulson, and Heath* Brb. *brings Ordnance and Mira home*

Ordnance: *gruffly* Thanks. *hauls Mira up to her bed, and then manages to substitute Sheldon for his beard*

Legacy: No fightin' for Mira for a bit. *snags the Equestria Girl doll she just spotted by the microwave and vanishes*

Ordnance: *heard the crackle of the box* Oh *bleep*. Now we haveta get her another birthday present.

Mira: *soft sound*

Ordnance: *grumbles softly and chucks his boots and pants over the edge of the bed. Follows them with his jacket and then transforms and lays next to Mira*

Mira: *slipping deeper into healing stasis*

Ordnance: *will sleep peacefully till sometime near noon the next day. Then wakes groggily as someone's knocking at the door is accompanied by the frantic wails of a newborn baby coming from Chase and Bullet's apartment* What the *deleted*?

Mira: *groggily* S'up?

knocking: *happens again*

Chase: Ordnance! Mira! *sounds a bit frantic*

Ordnance: *growl* What the *not writing it* do you want??

Chase: Do you have any milk?

Mira: *sleepily* No room f'r milk...

Ordnance: What the *nasty* do you want milk for?

Chase: We need something to feed the baby with.

Ordnance: *snaps awake* What baby?

Chase: //The baby that came from the birthing fields on Terra. She has coding from both Bullet and myself.//

Ordnance: *muffled cursing of surprise* Babe, I gotta go grab milk.

Mira: Mkay... *not really awake*

Ordnance: *kisses her on the cheek and gets his beard back, then wriggles down out of bed and PINpoints to the Backwater. Returns, opens the door still in his metal skin, and presents a glass jug of lovely blue milk* Here.

Chase: *a bit surprised by the color of the milk, but at this point, he won't complain* Thank you, Ordnance. *will hurry back to his and Bullet's apartment*

Ordnance: *looks down at himself and transforms, then follows Chase. Yes, sans long pants*

Chase: *explaining to Bullet that Ordnance got the milk*

Bullet: *spooked look on her face as she baby dances the tiny bundle* Did you get the baby bottle?

Chase: *comically wide eyes. Will set the milk where it won't get knocked over and move to head back out*

Ordnance: *holds out a bottle shaped like a happy teddy bear*

Chase: *so grateful as he reaches for the offered bottle* Thank you, Ordnance.

Ordnance: *looks at him flatly, and then takes out a package of diapers*

Chase: *pauses... and then facepalms before reaching for the diapers*

Ordnance: Didn't they give you anything?

Chase: *dryly* Sympathy for having something so tiny and frail. And Ratchet provided a blanket and soft toy.

Ordnance: *deep sigh, and then offers a mei tai and a plush teddy bear shaped blanket*

Chase: *as he accepts the offered mei tai and blanket* Philippa stayed behind to fill out the paperwork for us... And Heath accidentally activated his diagnostic.

Ordnance: *facepalms* He's still back there?

Chase: *headshake* Legacy took him back to his tugboat.

Ordnance: *mutters about lack of brains*

Chase: He was trying to help Philippa with the paperwork...

Ordnance: *mutters and grumbles and stalks out of the apartment to go downstairs

Chase: *goes to help Bullet take care of the baby*

Ordnance: *standing and reading the mail as he listens to somebody coming down the fire escape*

Nancy: *just a bit miffed* Ordnance, put some pants on.

Ordnance: *looks up and blinks* What're you doing here?

Nancy: Nobody came back last night.

Ordnance: *blinks* *thinks* *cheesy grin* Actually, five of us did.

Nancy: ... *raised brow* Nobody came up to the roof.

Ordnance: Yeah. No. Wanna come up for coffee? You look frozen.

Nancy: Coffee'd be great. Where's Benson?

Ordnance: *pings coms and listens* Sleepin' off his diagnostic.

Nancy: *expression brightens* He knows now?

Ordnance: *sighs and throws up his hands- and the junk mail* Everybody found out last night.

Nancy: ... *sighs and moves to get the flying mail* At least now, Benson and I can get married.

Ordnance: *stops and looks back at her* I thought you were.

Nancy: We're married under the American legal system...

Ordnance: Ah. Gotcha. *up the stairs, thud thud thud!*

Nancy: So what happened?

Ordnance: All kinds of *bleep*. *goes past his and Mira's door and just opens Chase and Bullet's*

Nancy: *frowns and moves to follow* Where's Mira? Is she alright?

Ordnance: She will be in a few days. Right now she's sleeping. Chase, where the *beep* did you go?

Chase: *pokes his head out of the kitchen*

Ordnance: *points to Nancy* Guess what you forgot.

Chase: *aghast* I am so terribly sorry, Nancy. Between Mira getting severely injured, and the baby...

Nancy: ... Baby?

Bullet: *startled sound*

Chase: *ducks back into the kitchen*

Bullet: She puked right across the room!

Chase: *fussing and fretting now*

Ordnance: *blink blink. Turn. Duck past Nancy and vanish back into his own place!*

Nancy: *moving to help the new parents with the baby*

Ordnance: *shuts door. Locks door* *goes and looks in the ottoman that's been set aside as his. Pulls out a big container of energon gummies and opens the package to sniff* *calls upward* Babe, you hungry?

Mira: *quiet* Hm? *trying to get untangled from blankets*

Ordnance: Hold on. *up the ladder and wriggles over beside her, then carefully helps with the untangling* I wasn't even gone an hour. What were you doin' up here?

Mira: 'M up... *still a bit out of it*

Ordnance: *pokes a gear shaped gummi at her mouth*

Mira: *confused, but will work on eating what got poked her mouth* *very slight shiver*

Ordnance: *cuddles her close and feeds her carefully, with encouraging words and with snuzzles*

Mira: *optics a bit brighter as she processes each gummy*

Ordnance: *grins* That's it. Look, here's one of those blue ones that taste like fluoride.

Mira: *small smile* Blue's good...

Ordnance: *grin* You're sweeter.

Mira: *slight winglet flutter* Love you.

Ordnance: *fat guy turns to mush* D'awwww.

Mira: *nuzzle, tries to reach for his beard*

Ordnance: *softly* You want the beard, or more candy?

Mira: Beard. *will likely want more candy later, but for now, she's wanting to snuggle*

Ordnance: *shuts the container and sets it up by the books and stuff at the head of the bed, then cuddles her close* Beard it is.

Mira: *entangles her fingers in his beard, winglets moving slowly*

Ordnance: *soft rumble* Get some more sleep, Babe.

Mira: *shutters her optics, fingers still entangled in his beard, even as her systems slow to sleep mode*

((Written with random_xtras))


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