Thunderverse. Autobot HQ. Porsche

[dens_extra_pups]

Kriti: *pacing the midnight darkened room and growling softly to herself, one hand absently on her chest as the pain comes again*

Sideburn: *trying to comfort Kriti, is also putting out a call for a medical assist* *he's got a somewhat deep series of claw marks on part of his armor, from where Kriti lashed out at him for getting too close for her comfort levels earlier*

Crosswise: //What's wrong, Sideburn?//

Kriti: *suddenly becomes aware of someone talking. Too much noise! Takes a swing at him!*

Sideburn: *as he dodges the swing and backs off even more* //Kriti's in pain, and won't let me anywhere near her.// *very worried*

Crosswise: *suddenly sounds awake* //Eclipse, are you awake?//

Eclipse: *startled squeak, and the sound of her dropping something* //Huh?//

Crosswise: //I think it's time for you to put your midwifery studies to use.//

Eclipse: //... // *and then she's filling her channel with excited chatter and the sounds of her getting everything she'll need*

Crosswise: //Sideburn, just get away and let Kriti do what she wants.//

Sideburn: //Er... Alright.// *doesn't want to leave Kriti alone when she's hurting, but Crosswise knows what he's talking about* *will vacate the room and leave the door open to give Kriti a path out if she wants*

Kriti: *growls at the door, and goes to crawl into the closet*

Eclipse: *can be heard coming down the hall, then she's meeping out loud and over comms as she gets a look at Sideburn's armor*

Sideburn: *trying to convince Eclipse to focus on Kriti, he'll be fine*

Crosswise: *arrives seconds later* Don't worry about that. Go do the thing you know how to do.

Eclipse: *squeaks and scoots into the room*

Kriti: Hsssssssssssssssssssssssss. *slams closet door*

Eclipse: *moves to get the closet door open, has one of the quick-application sedation tabs ready to be deployed*

Kriti: *doubled over by pain, so she can't meet the threat. More furious hissing and growling!*

Eclipse: *gently* Easy, Kriti. I'm here to help. *will tag the bigger femme with the sedation tab*

Kriti: UGH! *thud*


out in the living room


Sideburn: *just tipped over*

Crosswise: *peels the taller bot off the floor and drags him over to the couch. Plunks him down*

Sideburn: *groggy, nonsense mumblings*

Crosswise: *looks at Sideburn thoughtfully. Looks at the painkiller tab in his hand. Pockets it and pokes Sideburn in the ticklish spot*

Sideburn: *bit of a squirm*

Crosswise: Kriti's in labour. You'll meet your daughter soon.

Sideburn: *groggily* Porsche...

Crosswise: *didn't knock him out. Rats* *pops him upside the head*

Sideburn: *down for the count*


few minutes later


Kriti: *turns her head slightly* Nnnnn. What? Ugh. I feel like scrap.

Eclipse: *snerk* Well, considering you were stressing while you were in labor? No big surprise, there. *will move to bring over a tiny, blanket-wrapped sparklet*

Porsche: *gnawing on part of the blanket and looking around with wide optics*

Kriti: 0_0 Labour? What? Isn't it early? *sees those big eyes and gasps* Ohhhhh.

Eclipse: *careful shrug, will tuck Porsche in with Kriti* All I know is that you gave Sideburn some really deep scratches, and were hissing and growling at anyone who got close.

Porsche: *little wiggle, then she's clicking happily as she hears mamaspark*

Kriti: *more big eyes as she cuddles her tiny daughter close* Is he alright? //Mom?//

Eclipse: Um... Lemme check. *slight headtilt, will comm Crosswise and ask*

Showtime: *groggy "present" response*

Kriti: //MOM, PORSCHE'S HERE!!!//

Showtime: *AWAKE!*

Sharpshot: *startled squawk from his and his wife's quarters*

Crosswise: *drops Sideburn on the floor as the front door of the apartment slams open* Awk!

Sideburn: *awk!*

Sharpshot: *optics nearly white, will carry Showtime past Crosswise*

Showtime: *apologetic look as she's carried past*

Crosswise: ... *boots Sideburn* Guess you're the last family member to meet the sparklet.

Sideburn: *bibbly sounds as he shakes his head* No, Porsche's got uncles, remember?

Crosswise: *thinks of X-Brawn's herd of kids* UGH. I'm going to bed. *turns and walks out*

Eclipse: *absent humming as she leaves the family quarters as well*

Sideburn: *snerks softly, will get to his feet and ping Optimus' comm*

Optimus: *grumble* //No. I don't want to hear what Inspirobot said this time. GO TO BED!//

Sideburn: //...Not what I was gonna say.//

Optimus: //Bonito. Got it.// *sounds asleep*

Sideburn: //... Not this time.// *considers, then decides to just say it outright* //Kriti went into labor early! Porsche's here!//

Optimus: *wide awake* //Are they alright?//

Sideburn: *silent for a few moments, eavesdropping through the bond* //Kriti's not feeling so hot, but Eclipse says she just needs to rest quietly for a few days. and Porsche's snuggling and having her first meal...// *trailing off as the reality of his new status begins to sink in*

Optimus: *gently* //Sideburn?//

Sideburn: //...// *hear that dial tone, Optimus? It's just sunk in that he's a dad*

Optimus: *pings Sharpshot*

Sharpshot: //Yes, Optimus?// *sounds a bit tense*

Optimus: //You might want to go restart your son in law.//

Sharpshot: //Yessir.//

Optimus: //And congratulations.//

Sharpshot: //Thank you, sir.//

Showtime: *sending a databurst now* *have a picture of the newborn, Optimus*

Optimus: *silent for a second. Then* //She's beautiful. Is she slapping her grandfather?//

Showtime: //No, she's socking him with her fist.// *so amused*

Optimus: //What did he do?//

Showtime: //Said something I'm not repeating, about Sideburn.//

Optimus: *rumbles his quiet laughter, and then can be heard quietly replying to that Elita murmur* *back* //Do you need anything, Showtime?//

Showtime: //No, we've got things in hand here, sir. I just figured you'd like to see a picture of my granddaughter.//

Optimus: *another rumble* //Of course I did. Good night. And congratulations.//

Sideburn: Sharpshoottt, everyone's going to see my buuuttt.

Showtime: //Thank you, sir. Good rest.// *signs off with a quiet click*

Sharpshot: *gruffly* It's not like we haven't seen that before.

Kriti: *soft snerk as she looks up from those big eyes that were gazing into hers* Just don't dent it, Dad.

Porsche: *frowny frown for the guy she punched*

Sharpshot: *snorts and deposits Sideburn on the berth*

Kriti: *chuckles* Okay, that works.

Porsche: *big eyes for that new guy. Small clicks. And then a growl as the guy she hit touches her with a finger*

Sharpshot: *blinks at the growl* *amused snerk*

Sideburn: Hey, now... That's your grandpa, Porsche.

Porsche: *itty bitty tiny snort as she pointedly looks away from her grandpa* *back to looking at that guy there. That guy sounds good. Gnaws on her blanket and snuggles Mama as she thinks about this*

Kriti: *tired grin for her daughter*

Sideburn: *soft clicks, will move to snuggle Kriti and Porsche*

Porsche: *pauses, and then looks up at Mama with a quizzical sound*

Kriti: *soft chuckle, and a bit of a purr when Sideburn gently nuzzles her forehead* *to Porsche* This is your daddy.

Porsche: *recognizes those sounds! SUDDEN MASSIVE FLAIL FIT*

Sideburn: *awks!*

Kriti: *ditto that!*

Showtime: *meeps!*

Sharpshot: ... She's just like her mom. *amused*

Porsche: *pauses at the awks, those wide eyes even bigger* Uh?

Kriti: *will move so Porsche is situated between herself and Sideburn* Is that better?

Porsche: *snuggles and shuts her eyes off, her tiny hands closing once more around a corner of her blanket and bringing it to her mouth* *and then, instead of the usual purr, a soft, wordless melody raises up into the quiet room*

Kriti: ... *was just about to comment, but then she's yawning and grumping quietly as she gets situated comfortably with her family*

Sideburn: *glances up at his wife's parents and sees their grins* *softly* What is it?

Porsche: *asleep now as she continues to sing*

Showtime: *quietly* She can't claim Stardust isn't really related to her now.

Sideburn: *brows lift* What do you mean? *murfs a yawn and settles his head more firmly on the pillow by his wife's*

Showtime: *quietly* Kriti used to say that Stardust was a foundling, and not really related to her. But now, she's got proof to the contrary.

Sideburn: *puzzled frown for several seconds, but then it clicks* Stardust sang when she was new?

Showtime: *nods* *soft chuckle* And made a career of it.

Sideburn: *worried look for his new daughter as he thinks of Kriti's inability to relate to her sister, but then Porsche growls and giggles in her sleep before resuming that soft, sweet song, and he grins and looks up* She sounds like Kriti too.

Showtime: *chuckles and nods* Yes, she does. But we should let you three rest. *will move to herd husband*

Sharpshot: *grumbles and tries to put on the brakes* What are you doing?

Showtime: *with finality* Taking you to bed.

Sharpshot: *scowls* We can't leave. You know how useless Sideburn is!

Showtime: As useless as my brothers said you were when we were courting. *SHOVE*.

Sharpshot: *scowl deepens* Even back then I knew which end of a blaster was which.

Showtime: Yet you managed to shoot Optimus on the skidplate. Sideburn knows his weapon, and he knows what to do. *more shove*

Sharpshot: *being reminded of that always mortifies him so badly. He's now easy to push* D:

Showtime: *will herd husband back to their berth*

Kriti: *soft giggle as she leans her forehead against that of her sleeping husband, and settles more deeply into dreams*

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