mtmte. /Lost Light/. Baby Bird Repair Part 3

[dens_extra_pups]

Continued from here



qRed Alert: It's like the rest of her shell. There are pieces missing from it, too.

Ratchet: *nod of understanding* It's a side effect of her leaving the Core too early.

Ambulon: *frowns* So how do we safely repair it without overly stressing her systems before she can be transferred?

Megatron: Can we wish?

qRed Alert: *looks at him* What? Oh no. I don't think that will help.

Ratchet: It might... *checking to see who has a wish they'd be willing to trade candy for*

qRed Alert: *confused by Ratchet's response. Glances to Ambulon*

Ambulon: *also checking with crewmates* Rodimus is bringing one. He bought a jar of them for the kids, and has an extra one, once Megatron and Nightbird have each gotten one.

qRed Alert: What are you two talking about?

Ratchet: You'll see in a little bit. *attention going to the door as Rodimus arrives*

Rodimus: You don't need to give me candy for these. *will offer the jar to the closest medic*

qRed Alert: *takes the jar of little twinkles and scans it curiously* ...I've never seen anything like this before.

Ratchet: They're good for a lot of things. A lot of the kids here like them because they're pretty.

qRed Alert: *offers him the jar* And these will somehow help with Nightbird's repair?

Ratchet: *nods as he fishes out a wish* It should. *will hold the wish near the sleeping child* *remembering what he's read in the Nexus about the wording* I wish for Nightbird to be how she is meant to be.

qRed Alert: *as Ambulon yelps* She's gone out!

Megatron: She's over there.

Ratchet: *soft chuckle, moves to scan Nightbird in her new shell*

Nightbird: *starting to wake up because she's not snuggled against Megatron anymore*

qRed Alert: *bewildered looking back and forth* ...What?

Rodimus: *quietly* Primus said it was okay, so a Guardian Fae helped out.

Ratchet: *will gently lift Nightbird and offer to swap her for the empty shell in Megatron's arms*

Megatron: *gently takes the blanket and cloak off what's left of Nightbird's old shell, then puts them aside as he does the swap*

Nightbird: *snuggles and purrs as she once more hears Megatron's spark*

Megatron: *gentle rocking as he wraps her in the now smaller cloak and the blanket*

Nightbird: *gonna continue to sleep, even as Rodimus gently tucks a fleece dolly into her arms*

Megatron: ...That's me.

Rodimus: *quietly* I got it in the Nexus, when I got the wishes.

Megatron: *gravely* Thank you.

Rodimus: *small smile for the burly child* You're welcome, Megatron.

Megatron: *looks at Ratchet and Ambulon* Can I take her home now?

Ambulon: Er... *looks to Ratchet*

Ratchet: Actually, I want to make sure she's got time to recover in a peaceful environment. *has heard the stories of some of the raids on the encampment by Neutral forces that have been successfully repelled, and how Nightbird's been one of the people tending to the wounded and weary, to the point of nearly being on autopilot some days*

Megatron: Oh. *deep frown*

Ratchet: There's room on board for her, and it would only be a couple days at most.

Rodimus: There's room for a small city on board. *distracted by something in the corridor*

Ratchet: *chuckles* And you can introduce her to the rest of the kids, too.

Megatron: *absent nod*

Rodimus: *scoots quietly out into the corridor* Skids, you've got a whole planet to play on. Get out of the *beep* ceiling.

Ratchet: ... *realizing something* A small city... or an encampment of refugees.

Skids: *muffled* I like it in here. It's private.

Rodimus: *attention back to Ratchet* Do you think they're going to want to leave Cybertron?

Ratchet: We won't know until we talk to them and make the offer.

Rodimus: And they don't think a lot of me, or they would have been here already. Skids, I mean it.

Skids: *muffled* You're not the boss of me! You're not my real dad! *someone's gotten into the buzz powder, it would seem*

Ratchet: We'll think of something. Some of them may have changed their opinion of you.

Rodimus: Cuddles, find Skids.

Prowl: *quietly, from where she's standing with Wing, Gasket, Chromedome, Rewind, and a herd of babies* I have.

Cuddles: *just scooted into the vents after his fourth favorite person after Baby, Bubby, and Sissy!*

Ratchet: *startles at Prowl speaking. Hadn't realized the tactician was on the Lost Light*

Rodimus: *deer in headlights look*

Prowl: *as scrambling sounds come from inside the ceiling* Permission to come aboard, Rodimus?

Rodimus: ...

Skids: Eeeek! NOOOOOOO!

Rodimus: Er... I'm not the captain anymore.

Prowl: No, but you're the person I bullied and rejected.

Memoranda: *wriggles in Chromedome's arms* Mama, I wanna go snuggle with the other kids.

Rodimus: ... *hesitates, then moves to hold out his hand in an offer of a handshake*

Prowl: *whisper of a sob, and then she's clinging to him*

Rodimus: *squeaks, then he's hugging and clicking softly*

Prowl: *tries to stop crying, but it takes her awhile*

Chromedome: *quietly, to Memoranda* If you need Daddy or me, just call. *hugs for tiny daughter and then she'll turn the little bit loose*

Rewind: *small hand on Prowl's side as he looks up soberly*

Chromedome: *as Memoranda scoots off to add herself to the snuggle pile, she'll move to hug Prowl as well*

Prowl: *breaks down again at that and sobs again*

Rodimus: *soothing clicks* *quietly* Have you eaten yet?

Prowl: *sucks in air to cool off, then nods* *quietly* They won't let me forget.

Rodimus: *small nod* Alright. Do you want to go to rest in quarters?

Rewind: *softly* Come on, Prowl. The kids'll be safe while we find you a place.

Chromedome: They found Megatron and Nightbird, and we can bring the kids to you when they're ready for naptime. *knows of the kidpiles that happen, because Nightbird told her*

Prowl: *gives another weary nod as she lets go of Rodimus, but it's clear to her family that she's feeling some better now*

Rodimus: *gets a choccy candy ball out of his subspace, offers it* Here.

Prowl: *accepts it with soft thanks and then follows Rewind and Chromedome away down the corridor in the same direction as the acking and rustling overhead*

Rodimus: *circulates slowly, then he's leaning his butt against the wall and covers his optics with one hand as his shoulders shake and he cries silently*

Nightwish: *steps out of nowhere to put her arms around him*

Rodimus: *hides his face against her and cries*

Nightwish: *very softly* She's healing.

Rodimus: *soft clicks as he nods*

Nightwish: *whisper* And Ambulon finally noticed.

Rodimus: *very soft snerk*

Nightwish: *more hug* Let's go check on the bots back on Cybertron.

Rodimus: *small nod* Yeah...

Nightwish: *and now, where two bots had been, are no bots*


in the infirmary


Wing: *found where Ratchet keeps the blankets, is tucking them around bitties*

Gasket: *would be helping with that, but Ambulon's gotten hold of him and is giving him a checkup, too!* But I'm fine!

Megatron: *from the bottom of the running over heap of sparklets* He just came from Primus, but he waited till he was all done.

Ambulon: Still, it won't hurt to give everyone a checkup.

Ratchet: *tired of putting little Constructicons back onto the heap* Alright, everyone up. We're moving to a bed.

Wing: *chuckles and moves to help gather littles*

qRed Alert: *snags the nearest little light green sparklet* Hello, who are you?

Scrapper: *click* 'M Scrapper. You're a pretty lady.

qRed Alert: *smiles* Thank you, love. *softly* But I'm spoken for.

Long Haul: *wants to be held by the pretty lady!*

Scrapper: *blink blink, pout*

qRed Alert: *as she scoops up the little one that's bouncing and reaching* Aww. *gentle kiss for Scrapper's little head*

Megatron: *sits up then with Nightbird and Memoranda in his arms and looks to Ratchet for directions*

Ratchet: *calls Rewind to find out where Prowl's room is, as he suspects the data specialist and his mnemosurgeon wife took the tactician to one of the family quarters*

Rewind: //Across from your place, Doc. We grabbed the big one for her.//

Ratchet: //Alright. Thank you, Rewind.// *to Megatron* Prowl's in the family quarters across from mine. There's enough room for everyone in there.

Megatron: Alright. *turns and strides toward the door, his hugmonster bouncing in his wake*

Nightbird: *quiet little sound, snuggles happily*

Wing: *soft clickings to the littles he's got in his arms*

Ratchet: *will get some of the remaining littles, since it looks like Gasket's currently busy*

Gasket: *trying to protect his ticklish sides*

Ambulon: *tutting and trying to get a better look at the plating*

Megatron: *as he follows qRed Alert out of the room* Why is he picking on Gasket instead of Wing?

Ratchet: *as he brings up the rear* Because he caught Gasket first.

Wing: Thrrrpt.

Megatron: *rumbles a chuckle as he continues on his way to Nightbird's new home*

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