dens_tf_den | Scatters-verse, Home, Sick

Mistfire: *wanders in rubbing her optics and feeling hungover* Wheelie? Scattershot?

Scatters: *Snuggling with Wheelie on a pile of cushions. Apparently, they made a cushion fort earlier today*

Wheelie: *recharging*

Mistfire: .... *blinks at bright pink blur* Did you just change back too?

Scatters: *Sleepy blink, lifts head* Huh? *more blinky* Oh...guess I did...*scoots over to make room for Mistfire* C'mon over, there's plenty of cushions...^_^

Mistifire: *engine coughs, and then she clears her intakes in a sneeze* *has caught her first virus, but doesn't know this* Did it make you feel lousy, too? *stumbles over to cushions and flops down, nearly missing*

Scatters: *frown* no...I've been chasing after Wheelie most of today...*concerned, puts gentle hand on Mistfire's head to check for overheating*

Mistfire: *flinches slightly* Why's your hand so cold?

Scatters: *checks hand, frown* It's not...*calls Ratchet*

Mistfire: *turns her head away and sneezes again, then shutters her optics* Everything's cold. ...I didn't step on another powerline, did I?

Scatters: *frowning, listening to Ratchet, and supplying the medibot with information regarding how Mistfire is acting* No...I don't think so...*concerned, asking Ratchet to come over ASAP, or like yesterday*

Mistfire: *engine cough* Ow... *sneeze* *wince* Oww....

Scatters: I called Ratchet, he'll be here soon...I'm going to go put Wheelie in his quarters...*flutters 'wings, carefully moves so he can get Wheelie off to his quarters*

Mistfire: Why? *lifts head, frowning and blinking*

Scatters: *from just down the hall* I think you might have a virus...the doc-bot'll be able to clue us in...

Mistfire: Virus... yay. :p

Scatters: *soft chuckle as he returns* Most viruses aren't anything to worry about...they just make you feel cruddy for a little while. *snerks a bit as Ratchet comms him with a long string of grumbling and cursing before the elderly 'bot asks for directions*

Ratchet: *making way inside, grumbling and cursing, even as Scatters flutters his 'wings again*

Mistfire: My tempreture gauges are screwed up... it can't be that warm in here.

Ratchet: *Frowning, scans Mistfire, moves closer to the femme* It's not.

Scatters: *frowns, snuggles closer to Mistfire*

Mistfire: *panting slightly*

Ratchet: Looks like a virus...*concerned, scans again, confirming his hunch* Any idea where you might've picked it up?

Mistfire: Sorry, Doc... no clue. *SNEEZE cough groan*

Ratchet: *Frowning, going over known viruses, and comparing the symptoms to what Mistfire has going on*

Mistfire: *quietly slips into stasis nap

Scatters: *'wings near vertical, alarmed!*

Ratchet: *finds what he's looking for, scowl at Scatters* She'll be alright. Just make sure she gets plenty of recharge, make sure she keeps her fuel levels up, and it wouldn't hurt to get her an electric blanket.

Scatters: *nodding, comms Showtime since he doesn't want to leave Mistfire's side atm, asks the femme to get an electric blanket as well as some extra mid-grade from the Nexus*

Mistfire: *engine coughs even as she sleeps*

Scatters: *Snuggles against Mistfire, waves at Ratchet as the medic heads for the door with a "I'll stop by in a couple of days to check on her."*

Mistfire: *feeling exhausted even as she recharges*

Wheelie: *sneaks out of quarters to join Mistfire and Scatters*

Scatters: *soft sigh* Looks like we have to take a bit of a break, Wheelie...

Wheelie: Is Mistfire gonna be alright?

Scatters: *nods* yeah, she'll be alright...but we'll have to put that Nexus trip on hold for a few days, so she can get plenty of rest, alright? *Wheelie nods, settles in on side opposite to Scatters*

Mistfire: *processor fretting as it takes her back to when she first came out of the other room* Wheelie.....

Wheelie: *soft chir as he snuggles closer* 'm here

Mistfire: *head moves slightly* Wheelie? *in the dream the warehouse is empty.... And she's scared*

Wheelie: *Frowns, gently nudges Mistfire*

Mistfire: *startles and blinks at him blearily, the light in her optics too bright* Uh...?

Wheelie: *Snuggles* Bad dream? *Scatters is snuggling against Mistfire as well, worried mech is worried!*

Mistfire: ... *blink blink. Arms around the little protoform as she turns onto her side* Yeah. Dreamed I'd lost you. *she feels like her heater is working overtime*

Wheelie: *snuggles* Not gonna go 'way. We're family. *Scatters is giving Show the coordinates of a drop point for the extra energon and the electric blanket, and making arrangements for pick-up*

Scatters: *Soft sigh* Mistfire, will you and Wheelie be alright here for about ten minutes? I've got something I need to get, but I'm just going to get it, and then coming straight back here...*worried, and it shows*

Mistfire: *manages to pick up on the worry and frowns, holding Wheelie closer as her hidden flame thrower whirrs slightly* We'll be alright. *wondering what's wrong; who's doing what they shouldn't....*

Scatters: *nuzzles Mistfire's helm gently, gets up and heads for the door* I'll be back soon, promise. *out the door, tires squealing*

Mistfire: *frowning and holding Wheelie close as she tries to scan for danger with her optics and audios*

Wheelie: *clings to Mistfire, verrah worried bitlet!*

Scatters: *Returns a few minutes early, high speed, cursing and yelling obscenities*

Mistfire: *on her feet, flame thrower out and primed as she moves to go behind him and cut off possible pursuit. Only she falls to one knee, and then nearly does a faceplant before she's halfway to the door*

Wheelie: *hides under sofa!*

Scatters: *Grumbling and cursing, also sporting several different colors of paint on frame* Fragging glitches and their fragging paintball guns!

Mistfire: *growls and gets up again. Right out the door this time before she does faceplant*

Scatters: *Doorwings UP! moves to catch Mistfire, now oblivious to additional paint on frame* Mistfire!*is holding package in hand*

Mistfire: *passed out*

Scatters: *Carries Mistfire back inside, fretting, gently sets her on one of the couches, the one near the wall, plugs in electric blanket, and drapes it over her* I'm okay, Wheelie...some flashy jerks with paintball guns decided to shoot at me. *Wheelie crawls out from under sofa, moves to climb on the back of the couch*

Mistfire: *tosses now, grumbling in her sleep and swearing retribution to the guys who painted her friend and scared her little brother*

Scatters: *moves couch over so he'll be within Mistfire's reach should she need him for anything*

Mistfire: *rolls off couch.....*

Scatters: *dives to catch Mistfire, has no regard for his own paintjob atm*

Mistfire: *clank*

Scatters: *Fretting over Mistfire*

Mistfire: *scowls and mutters* No one messes with my family....

Scatters: *gently repositions Mistfire so he can rub her back* it's okay...I'm alright.

Mistfire: *groggy blinking* *and then coughing and wincing*

Scatters: *small smile as he grabs the electric blanket and tries to wrap it around Mistfire and himself, with limited success* I think, for now, it's best if we stay down here...

Mistfire: ...The cushion fort? Isn't... *cough cough, hide face on his chest* Weren't we here anyway?

Wheelie: *helps wrap the blanket around his family* Yup! ^^ *Snuggles close*

Scatters: *gently rubbing Mistfire's back*

Mistfire: Wait... think... *cough sneeze!* I fell... I got up?

Scatters: *sheepish* That might've been my fault...I wasn't thinking straight...I was mad about getting hit with paintballs...

Mistfire: *slight, though weak sounding, engine growl* Who messed up your paint?

Scatters: *Frown* I'll tell you later...when you're feeling better...that way, we can get even with them in a fitting way.

Mistfire: *grumble, sneeze on his chest, grouch about it... then start to calm as the heat from the blanket starts to register with her wonky heating system and it stops working so hard and stressing her systems. Still, her tank's pretty well empty*

Scatters: *unsubspaces a cube of mid-grade energon* Feeling up to taking in a bit of energon?

Mistfire: Not feeling like anything. *Optics shuttered as her engine coughs and makes unhappy sounds*

Scatters: *Frowning, also pulls out a drinking tube. will use that as last resort* Doc-bot said you should keep your fuel levels up...I had Showtime get some mid-grade...

Mistfire: *will drink from the straw if he pokes it at her mouth*

Scatters: *soft, worried sound as he gets the drinking tube set up and gently holds the end not in the energon against Mistfire's mouth*

Mistfire: *frowns, but remembers what to do with it and drinks a bit.*

Scatters: *frowning* You should drink more...it'll help you feel better...

Mistfire: *sneezes and winces as she headbutts his chest, but then grumbles and forces herself to drink some more, optic slipping shut as her pump slows, but she manages to drain half the cube*

Scatters: *will worry about possible dents later, is busy worrying about Mistfire now*

Mistfire: *engine calms a bit as she slips back into stasis and sleeps peacefully against him, one hand on her shoulder holding Wheelie's little one*

Wheelie: *snuggles close*

Scatters: *keeping an optic on Mistfire, will go into light recharge*

Mistfire: *warm now, surrounded by what's dear to her, she rests and lets her systems fight the bad code*

((Co-written with

random_xtras))