ToS. S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. Returns Part 2

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here



William: *frowwwwwn, scans Mira* *soft snort* Stubborn woman...

Mira: *slightly tangled in the blanket*

Streiten: *starts to reply, but then turns back to Ordnance as the man suddenly stops coughing and his monitors start to scream* No! *cussword*, you're NOT doing that to her! *starts pounding on Ordnance's chest after yanking off the O2 mask*

William: *startles and transforms on reflex*

Mira: *turns her head, quietly calling for Ordnance as she dreams*

WakeJumper: *stows his snacks, will ready his on-board AED*

Streiten: *crashing blow that leaves Ordnance gasping* LIVE, you stupid *cuss word*!

WakeJumper: *SCANNING and ready to use the AED*

Mira: *bleary and disoriented muttering*

Ordnance: *heart sputtering but beating. His breathing is a loud rasp in the quiet beeping of the room*

Mira: *groggy* [Ordnance?]

Streiten: *as the monitors start making crazy sounds* Oh no, you son of a... *thumps him again*

WakeJumper: *getting ready to use his AED*

Streiten: *steps aside as the alarm flatlines* Hit the *bad word*.

WakeJumper: *will give Ordnance a zap*

Mira: *cross-eyed and bleary confusion* *uses the sound that she sometimes uses when talking to Streiten* [Mentor?]

Streiten: *turns quickly* Mira...

Mira: *trying to focus enough to sit up, isn't having much luck with that* *much confusion*

Streiten: *phone!* //Ratchet, get in here and unsedate Mira!//

Ordnance: *not responding*

WakeJumper: *will up the power and give Ordnance another zap*

Ratchet: //I'm on my way!//

Ordnance: *bucks but doesn't react otherwise*

WakeJumper: *scanning and muttering curses subsonically*

Ratchet: *just arrived, will move to scan Mira and work on getting her unsedated*

Mira: *once the sedation's reversed, she's cussing and shoving Ratchet away* What the *NOPE*, Ratchet?!

Streiten: *tensely* He's flat-lined.

Mira: ... *more cussing, will scramble to her feet, kicking at the blanket until she's free*

Ratchet: ... *moving to assist WakeJumper in trying to save Ordnance*

Streiten: *hurries to Mira*

WakeJumper: *explaining in highly accented Cybertronian just what's going on with Ordnance*

Ratchet: *scanning the man in question* He still has brain activity.

Streiten: *hand on Mira's shoulder* Let them work.

Mira: ... *soft, worried clicks*

Ratchet and WakeJumper: *working to try and keep Ordnance alive, and get his heart going at a steady rhythm again*

Streiten: *watches for a moment, and then he pats Mira* Wait here. *gone from the room and racing for Legacy's*

Legacy: *leaning heavily on the wall part way to the infirmary. Is making his way there, albeit slowly*

Vision: *looks up from propping Legacy up, his brow furrowed around the mind gem*

Streiten: Isolation ward. Now.

Legacy: *small nod* *quietly* Let's go.

Streiten: Is this going to kill you?

Vision: *worried slight frown*

Legacy: No. Especially since my sister is going to help.

Streiten: Good. Come on. *hustles both boys toward the room where the alarms continue to shrill*

mtmteLegacy: *waiting for the group. Is standing next to Mira with an arm around the taller woman*

Mira: *trying to move to get closer to Ordnance, is being stopped by the smaller brunette* *expression shows what she's feeling*

Ratchet: Vitals failing.

Streiten: *picks Legacy up and HAULS him in*

mtmteLegacy: *boops her brother's nose as he's brought past her*

Mira: *trembling a bit now* *quietly* [Please... Help him.]

Vision: *comes to help mtmteLegacy hold Mira* *softly* They're trying.

Legacy: *to Ratchet and WakeJumper* Move.

WakeJumper: *blinks and backs up, a bit spooked by the tone of Legacy's voice*

Ratchet: *hesitates*

Streiten: *shoulder busts Ratchet aside*

Legacy: *that glow that was around his hands when he brought Bluestreak, Eclipse, and Prowl to this plane? Compared to the glow going on now, it was just a glowstick. The air around Ordnance's bed crackles with energy for a few moments, then there's a sharp sound not unlike thunder, and a brilliant flash of light*

Ordnance: *gasping as his new body tries to cool him down with air*

Streiten: *shoulders slump* *says a word he disapproves of*

Legacy: *and his legs just gave out beneath him, leaving him barely holding onto the bed rail*

Vision: *darts over there to catch him* Brother?

Legacy: *tiredly* 'M okay.

mtmteLegacy: Bubby needs nap now.

Vision: I'll take him back to bed.

Mira: *manages to wriggle free of mtmteLegacy, will hurry over to Ordnance*

WakeJumper: *moving to scan Ordnance again*

Ratchet: *ditto on the scanning!*

Streiten: *hand on Mira's shoulder to stop her* How is he?

Ratchet: *quietly* He's still feverish, his air intakes are a bit clogged, and his processor is showing low levels of activity, similar to being in stasis-lock.

Streiten: Is it contagious? *tightens grip on Mira's shoulder*

WakeJumper: Only if a bot doesn't have up-to-date firewalls. It's similar to Solar Flare, to be quite honest.

Streiten: Mira, how up-to-date are you?

Mira: *quietly* Remember that day I was loopy as pit a few weeks back? Wake got me with an anti-virus patch.

Wakejumper: Ratchet made me do it.

Ratchet: *snort* You lost at rock-paper-scissors. *still scanning Ordnance*

mtmteLegacy: *now floating upside-down overhead* Not gonna get sick from snugglin' fat*aft*.

Streiten: *shoots the black-haired girl a Look*

Mira: *wibbly snerk*

Ratchet: *sighs and turns away from the bed to give Mira a Look* Have you finally decided how you feel about him?

Streiten: *scowls at him*

Mira: *eyes a bit bright* *as calmly as she can manage, though her voice still quavers* Did you really think I was sticking close for my own health, Ratchet?

Ratchet: *drops the side rail* Do you know where your direct upload cable is?

Mira: ... *confused* You mean it ain't in my wrist anymore?

Ratchet: *grumpily* I have no idea.

Mira: *dryly, as she moves to climb onto the bed* Some doctor you are.

Ratchet: *curtly* It's not as though I can link with my wife.

Mira: Whatever. *turns onto her side and snuggles against Ordnance*

Ratchet: *more gently* I think you should link and let him know your decision.

Mira: *grouchily* Then *bleeping* leave 'n let me.

Ratchet: *surprise* What does my leaving have to do with it? I'm monitoring his vitals.

Streiten: *to WakeJumper* What are they talking about?

WakeJumper: ... To be honest, I have no idea.

Ratchet: *harrumphs at them and nods at the door*

Streiten: *SCOWL*

Mira: *dangerous Look for Ratchet* You 'n Wake, out.

Ratchet: He needs medical supervision. As he's bot again, I'm the most experienced physician for his case.

Mira: *gearing up to really TELL Ratchet off*

Vision: *uncertainly* Are you talking about a private matter?

Mira: *startled squawk*

WakeJumper: *startles and trips over his own pedes*

mtmteLegacy: *much giggling*

Ratchet: 0_0 *hand over his spark*

Streiten: *trying not to smirk. He'd seen Vision sneak back in*

WakeJumper: *giving Vision a spooked look now. Totally didn't see or hear the youngster return*

Mira: *gonna hide her face on Ordnance now, while her spark does an 'eeek!' dance*

Ordnance: *starts moving his head and gasping at a bad dream* [Dad! No! NO!]

Mira: *lifts her head* [Babe?]

Ordnance: *moving more as he gasps*

Ratchet: *scowling with concern as he jostles for space with Streiten at the rail* He can't hear you.

Mira: *crossly, to Ratchet* [Get dented.] *will reach to poke Ordnance in a spot she knows is ticklish*

Ordnance: *no response, is shaking at the horrors of the dream* [Dad... *beep* it, what did you do that for?]

Mira: *transforming. Will try and find the right spot to connect her link cable*

Ordnance: *does notice the touch on the underside of his wrist* *sternly* [I'm taken.]

Mira: [Yeah, dumb*aft*, by me.]

Ordnance: *tries to take his hand away*

Ratchet and Streiten: *both reach over and grab his arm*

Mira: *trying again to plug in*

Ordnance: *protesting*

Mira: [Dumb*aft*, settle down.] *will try one more time to plug her link cable in*

Ordnance: *gasps and falls back against his pillow as she connects*

Ratchet: *lets go, and then returns the shove that Streiten just gave him* Oh act like a doctor and not like a frontliner.

Mira: *external expression a bit blank as she tries to find Ordnance in his head*

Ordnance: *uncertain presence behind that figurative barrier. There is recognition coming from him, and also a worried wondering how he's going to escape*

Mira: *mental presence gently touches the barrier* -Yer cracked if ya think I'm jes' gonna give up on you.-

Ordnance: *pain wells up as he remembers how angry Optimus was at him that day he last decided to be inappropriate in public. Pain and shame*

Mira: *will try and reach out to Ordnance, giving him access to her memories and feelings*

Ordnance: *gasps, and then the big man's crying* -Babe, you don't... even know what kinda crud I am.-

Mira: *much hug* *quietly* -You think I give a *bleep* 'bout that?-

Ordnance: *miserably, as fleeting images of a dying Kup wisp through his mind* -Didn' even honour the old man's last request.-

Mira: *more hug*

Ordnance: *totally broken, flinching away from his past, and still wanting to hide from her. Even the hint of his shame and depression that's slipping past his shield feels like a ton of rocks*

Mira: *unintentionally letting slip her fear of hurting him if she were to go first, and how much she doesn't want that to happen*

Ordnance: *gasps and cries again, and then she's seeing vorns of being inappropriate in public; of shooting things that crossed him; of being rude, crude, and other things; of bending the law every chance it suited him, and of endangering lives without a thought with his drunkenness and explosions* *she's seeing how much he didn't care* *and she's seeing Kup's dying request for him to watch Optimus' back*

Mira: *holding him close now. Memories of her own past, of wandering, her despair after Showtime died, of wanting nothing more than for some 'Con to attack her and send her to the Well... and then of being found, being cared for even when she wasn't fully there mentally... Everything comes to the surface*

Ordnance: -But I was worse. I shouldn' even've been wearing the badge.-

Mira: *quietly* -You saved me back then, Ordnance. I wanted to die, and you cared enough to stop me from tryin' ta off myself.-

Ordnance: *more sadness and shame* -Just because I wanted you ta kiss me stupid.-

Mira: -You wanted me around. You cared. 'N you still do, or we would'a broken off vorns ago.-

Ordnance: *image of Mira accompanied by engine revving sounds. And then more shame as he realizes what he did*

Mira: *quietly* -I used'ta hit ya for that...- *is she blushing? YES SHE IS*

Ordnance: -Sorry sorry sorry.- *tsunami of sadness*

Mira: *much cuddle. And a memory of the day she really LOOKED at you, Ordnance. In full, technicolor reaction, complete with the realization that she does love you. Followed quickly by the fear of losing you if anything happened to her*

Ordnance: *no no no. Not good enough. Have to stay away. Optimus said to leave her alone* *tired and not making much sense?*

Mira: -Optimus c'n stuff it.-

Ordnance: -No. Babe, he's the boss.-

Mira: -So?- *Let me love on you, darnit!*

Ordnance: *mental drawing away, but then startles at a ping over one of their comms*

Mira: *startles and clings*

Optimus: *sounds puzzled and concerned* //Mira? Are you there?//

Mira: *growl* //Busy.// *closes her line with a click*

Optimus: *pings again, with the "priority" sound*

Mira: *much irritation. Wants to focus on loving on Ordnance, darnit!* //Optimus, Showtime'd better have come back from the *bleeping* dead.//

Optimus: *worried tone* //No, it's Eclipse. What's wrong?//

Mira: *shocked squawk over comms*

Optimus: //We just got her back, along with Bluestreak and Prowl.// *still sounds worried*

Mira: *processor racing as she tries to make sense of this* //How the *beeeep*?!//

Optimus: *quiet command* //First tell me what's wrong on your end.//

Mira: *hesitates* *then, quietly* //Tryin' ta show Ordnance that ta me, he's worth everythin'.// *means what she says, too*

Optimus: *concerned again* //How is he?//

Mira: //Talkin' stupid.//

Optimus: //Please explain.//

Mira: *quieter* //Blamin' himself fer stuff, thinkin' he ain't worth bein' loved...// *deep breath* //'N then there's the stuff with what ya said about him stayin' 'way from me.//

Optimus: //I only wanted him to stop harassing you. He was hurt before I could talk to him about it.//

Mira: //Then come 'n tell him that to his face.//

Optimus: *regret* //Prowl is here with me...//

Ordnance: *weary mumble* //Hear ya... boss.//

Optimus: //Ordnance. Let Mira take care of you. I want you to get well again. Do you understand?//

Mira: //Tryin', boss.//

Ordnance: *sad and so tired* *quietly* //Yessir, Optimus.//

Optimus: //I mean it. Optimus out.//

Mira: *snuggles muchly*

Ordnance: *lays there and tries to think for a few minutes, but then he's drifting off into sleep*

Mira: *starts to click softly once she gets a bit more settled, using Ordnance's shoulder as a pillow*

Streiten: *softly, his hand on her shoulder* Mira?

Mira: *opens one eye slightly* Hm?

Streiten: Do you need anything? *ignores Ratchet's throat clearing sound*

Mira: *quiet for a few moments, then a small headshake* Nah. 'M good here.

Streiten: Do you and Ordnance need silence?

Mira: ...Why? We're jes' linked... *confused*

Streiten: Alright. *turns away* *thud*

Ratchet: *yelp!* *protesting bitterly as he's violently shoved out of the room!*

Ordnance: *doesn't even snerk*

Mira: *soft snort, back to snuggling and resting* *will tour Ordnance's dreams 'til he's ready to wake up*

((Written with random_xtras))