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mv. Autobot Base. Raoul's Secrets.
Rachel: //Denver, can you come to the infirmary? And keep the visit from Tracks?//
Denver: *does her best to keep Tracks from peeking into her thoughts* //Alrahght.// *will PINpoint to the infirmary*
Rachel: *looks up from mini checker game with Bubba and grins slightly* Your white shadow came too.
Blizzard: Mrrp?
Denver: *blink, snerk* Ah ain't surprahsed.
Moofy: *cheery deedle, will return his attention to the checker board*
Rachel: quiet chuckle that seems to catch slightly* **attention back to the little drone** Moofy buddy, will you play with Blizzard while I talk to Denver?
Moofy: *affirmative deedle*
Blizzard: ears perk. Do what to Blizzard?*
Rachel: *sets Moofy on the floor and turns him loose, then sits up and makes sure of all the game pieces before gently moving the little checker set aside. Without looking up* Denver, are you standing at attention in front of my desk?
Blizzard: *ooooo! Dolly! Tries to love on Moofy**
Moofy: *deedles and gently boops Blizzard's nose before darting just out of reach. Come play with me, Blizzard!*
Denver: Force'a 'abit.
Rachel: shakes her head slightly instead of laughing* The chair's right there. *glances toward the pets as Blizzard follows Moofy*
Moofy: *going to make sure Blizzard is away from feets*
Denver: *moves to sit in the chair*
Rachel: *quiet sigh and picks up a pen to gently whack the desk with* So, do you want the good news or the bad news first?
Denver: ... Th' good.
Rachel: You're going to be a granny.
Denver: *startled whoop*
Tracks: -Ack! What the blazes???-
Blizzard: *stops short* Mow?
Rachel: *shushing gestures!**
Denver: -Ah'll tell y'u later!- *love love*
Moofy: *more deedle*
Tracks: -...Very well.- *SO curious now, and wondering what he'll be given when he gets home**
Rachel: Did he hear you?
Denver *sheepish* Ah startled 'im, but 'e ain't gotta clue.
Rachel: *slight worried frown* Is he still listening?
Denver: *headshake*
Rachel: Good. *baps the pen again and frowns at it* So, do you want the bad news now?
Denver: *cautiously* Yes. *has a feeling it's pretty bad news*
Rachel: *sigh that shudders like a sob. Quietly* Raoul's really sick.
Denver: *lips pressed thin for a moment* 'ow sick?
Rachel: He's got a brain aneurysm. He's actually had it for most of his life.
Denver: *slight hitch* *quieter* Th't 'splains wah 'e won't drahve.
Rachel: nod* It's why he can't get down stairs safely either. *voice drops* And why he can't read.
Denver: *lips thin again as she nods her understanding*
Rachel: He's finally gotten to the point where he can't get around, so he asked Silverheart to make a mini Raoul. unspoken but felt are the words, "In case he doesn't make it"* *whaps the pen a bit more* It should keep him from worrying too much. *being positive, snarky Ratchet again*
Blizzard: thumps the wall as she bumps into it with her head*
Rachel: *jumps and glances over there, then turns back to Denver* I've started a course of treatments. He'll be down for awhile, but if I have anything to say about it, he won't be out.
Denver: *small nod* 'N we's got babeh stuff.
Rachel: *finally she smiles for real, her blue eyes twinkling* You'll need room for a tail and long pointy ears. Baby's going to look like mini Nomi.
Denver: *soft snort* Ah took 'Ome Economics, Rachel. Ah know mah way 'round a needle 'n thread.
Rachel: grins now, and then looks toward the door as it opens slowly* Hi, Hattie. Grab a sit.
Hattie: *sees Denver and lifts her eyebrows slightly with concern as she does as the doctor asks* Wh't's th's all 'bout?
Rachel: *looks at Denver and lifts her brows in a way that plainly tells the black-haired woman to give her grandmother the news*
Hattie: *sees that look and frowns, her heart misgiving her slightly*
Denver: *going to start with the good news* Y'u're gonna be a great gran'ma.
Hattie: *WHOOP!**
Denver: *soft snerk*
Bizzard: *quail chick!* Mow!
Moofy: *deedles and hugs Blizzard*
Rachel: *grin fades* //Tell her the rest, Flash.//
Denver: *slight nod* *quieter* Raoul's sick. 'T's pretteh bad.
Hattie: *hand to her heart as she sits back in her chair, her eyes widening and sheening slightly with tears* Wh't is it?
Denver: 'E's got 'n aneurysm... 'E's 'ad it most'a 'is lahf. Rachel's gonna do everyth'n' she c'n t' 'elp 'im.
Hattie: chin trembles slightly, and then firms as her brows draw together with anger* Th't *deleted* 'it 'im when 'e killed Raoul's first mama, didn' 'e?
Denver: *looks to Rachel for confirmation*
Rachel: *small nod* Probably. The doctors and social workers missed it somehow.
Denver: *scowl*
Hattie: *mutters under her breath, then visibly catches herself, closes her eyes, and mutters something different*
Denver: Rachel's gonna do 'er best t' 'elp Raoul. *reassuring Hattie and herself*
Hattie: *nods, and then opens her eyes* Th' babeh's Raoul's, ain' it?
Denver: *nod* Yeah. 'Is 'n Silver'eart's.
Hattie: *quietly* Ah'll go call on 'em whal y'u tell Johnneh.
Denver: Ah've gotta fix onesies, whahl Ah'm doin' th't. *amused*
Hattie: *as she works her butt out of the chair* Bes' leave some'a th't fer th' grannehs.
Denver: *as she moves to get up* Th' dahpers 'n th' soakers'll need a 'ole f'r th' bitteh's tail.
Hattie: *as she hugs Rachel* Th't'd make leaks. We's gotta make sleeves.
Denver: *nod* Alrahght, th'n.
Hattie: *hugs granddaughter. Softly* T's gonna be allraght. Raoul's a fahghteh.
Denver: *another nod, hugs grandma* 'E 's, 'n 'e's got us.
Hattie: smile is real* Yup. arm around Denver's as she leads her out of the room*
Blizzard: *realizes Mama's going. Drops dolly she was bathing and hurries after*
Moofy: *deedle! Will scoot back to Mama*
Rachel: *blinks at her little tracker, and then reaches into a drawer for wipes*
half hour later, in the Trach living room
Blizzard: chin on Mama feets. Amanda says to protect Mama*
Amanda: *sitting at the end of the couch. Cat on duty!*
Denver: *working on modifying a onesie. Has a small stack of onesies that she's finished altering, and another stack on her other side that still need alterations* *is focused on her work*
Tracks: -There. Done with that inane twaddle. ...Denver, what's wrong? Why are you blocking me?-
Denver: *slight start* -'Re y'u 'ome yet?- *feeling of having news to share*
Tracks: -Er, no. I have night scenes yet.- *worry!**
Denver: -Rachel 'ad news f'r us. 'Bout Raoul.-
Tracks: *confused* -What's he done now? He said he was staying home today and taking care of things around the house.-
Denver: *bit of a grin* -'E's gonna be a daddeh.-
Tracks: *feeling of both a mental and physical screeching to a halt* -WHAT?? They said they were going to wait!-
Denver: *quieter as she shares the reason for the change in plans*
Tracks: *stunned silence and feels like he's staring into an void and having nothing stare back**
Denver: -Ratchet's workin' on 'elpin' 'im.-
Tracks: *more silence, and Denver will now feel him fighting to hold onto reality. Then* -I'll be home soon.-
Denver: *will be waiting* -Th' grannehs're workin' 'n dahpers 'n soakers.-
Tracks: *gentle sending of affection, and then a moment's silence before Denver sees Raoul through his eyes. The young mechanic is laying propped up on the bed, sleeping the deep sleep of the medicated*
Denver: *quietly* -'E's a fahghter. 'N 'e's got 'is famileh t' catch 'im wh'n 'e stumbles.-
Tracks: *gently smooths Raoul's hair, feeling deep sadness as that feeling of horrible loneliness flashes again* -Why didn't he tell us sooner?-
Denver: *has a hunch as to why* *will make room on the couch*
Tracks: -I... don't want to leave him.-
Denver: *will bring seating to Raoul's house, then*
Raoul: stirs as the door closes and opens heavy eyes, then grimaces* Man. Tracks, this's why I didn' ever tell you.
Tracks: *confused frown*
Denver: *inadvertent snerk*
Tracks: *surprised! Turns quizzical eyes to his wife* What am I missing?
Denver: *quietly* 'E didn't wanna worreh y'u.
Tracks: But...
Raoul: *eyes shut* Not dyin'. Just... feelin' like scrap.
Tracks: But...
Denver: *reassuringly* -Ratchet 's workin' 'n 'elpin' im.-
Hattie: *sticks her head in* Trey's 'ere t' bring Raoul t' y'ur 'ouse, Denver.
Tracks: turns his fuddled expression toward his grandmother in law*
Hattie: *can't hold in a snerk even as she comes to pat him* Y'u worreh too much, Tracks.
Denver: *quiet amusement as she thinks of the nice bed she set up for Raoul and Silverheart back home*
Tracks: startles as he sees Silverheart peering in through the window, then sighs* Raoul, can I pick you up?
Raoul: *half asleep "Uh huh" without opening his eyes*
Tracks: *glances at Hattie to see if she wants to do something first*
Hattie: 'Urry up b'for flahs get in.
Denver: *much amusement*
Tracks: *you haven't gotten snark or snootiness out of him yet, girls. Instead, he just gently scoops Raoul up and turns to carry him out of the comfortably lived in sunny little white house. Quietly* Does the sun hurt your eyes?
Raoul: *chin on his chest* Yeah. Little bit.
Denver: *going to move out of the way, her hand still on the door*
Hattie: also quick to step aside, and there's a tiny bit of exasperation mixed in with the compassion in her expression*
Raoul: quiet grumble and puts his hand over his eyes as they come out of the house*
Trailbreaker: idling gently with his door open. Chuckles as Tracks comes close* Hi, Gran'paw.
Tracks: *freezes in place, his icy eyes wide and blank with surprise*
Raoul: *feels his dad freeze and lets out a faint snigger from behind his hand*
Denver: *gently reminding Tracks about babby* *will also gently guide husband*
Tracks: *automatic mode as he gently sets Raoul into Trailbreaker's cab, his mind an echoing cavern of amazed shock**
Hattie: comes out with her arms full of Raoul's reclining pillow, then stops and lifts her eyebrows*
Silverheart: *ears perk* Ach, vhat's zhe matter vith Tracks?
Denver: Ah remahnded 'im 'e 'n Ah're gonna be grandparents. *is also comforting Tracks through their bond*
Hattie: shakes her head and then PINpoints away*
Silverheart: *softly, with sympathy* Ohhhh.
Tracks: *steps back and watches Trailbreaker drive toward the barn. Quietly, as he remembers how mercilessly he teased the black mech about becoming a grandpa* I never thought THAT would come back to bite me on the skidplate.
Denver: *more amusement, will hug Tracks*
Tracks: *holds her close with a sigh, then hides his face against her hair and feels apologetic for making such a fuss and needing attention when it's Raoul who is sick**
Denver: *reassuring him that he's done nothing to be sorry for* *also quietly reminding him about Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder*
Tracks: *sighs again, then thinks of Raoul's injury and shudders* -He... he'll beat this too, the blasted hero.-
Denver: -'E's followin' th' lead 'f 'is 'ero.- *hugs*
Tracks: *breaks down and cries then, his shoulders shaking as the tears wash the panic away**
Denver: *holds and comforts*
Tracks: *it's several minutes before he can master the weeping, and then several more as he just stands and holds his wife and listens to the life of the base. His feelings are quiet now, and hold determination and hope*
Denver: *confident that whatever comes, they'll take it on together*
Tracks: stirs with a sigh, then lifts his head and smiles down at her* Let's go share the gumbo that Hattie just called me about.
Denver: **quiet chuckle as her tank growls at thought of delicious vegetarian gumbo, then slips her arm around her husband's waist and PINpoints him home to spend time with their family*
Denver: *does her best to keep Tracks from peeking into her thoughts* //Alrahght.// *will PINpoint to the infirmary*
Rachel: *looks up from mini checker game with Bubba and grins slightly* Your white shadow came too.
Blizzard: Mrrp?
Denver: *blink, snerk* Ah ain't surprahsed.
Moofy: *cheery deedle, will return his attention to the checker board*
Rachel: quiet chuckle that seems to catch slightly* **attention back to the little drone** Moofy buddy, will you play with Blizzard while I talk to Denver?
Moofy: *affirmative deedle*
Blizzard: ears perk. Do what to Blizzard?*
Rachel: *sets Moofy on the floor and turns him loose, then sits up and makes sure of all the game pieces before gently moving the little checker set aside. Without looking up* Denver, are you standing at attention in front of my desk?
Blizzard: *ooooo! Dolly! Tries to love on Moofy**
Moofy: *deedles and gently boops Blizzard's nose before darting just out of reach. Come play with me, Blizzard!*
Denver: Force'a 'abit.
Rachel: shakes her head slightly instead of laughing* The chair's right there. *glances toward the pets as Blizzard follows Moofy*
Moofy: *going to make sure Blizzard is away from feets*
Denver: *moves to sit in the chair*
Rachel: *quiet sigh and picks up a pen to gently whack the desk with* So, do you want the good news or the bad news first?
Denver: ... Th' good.
Rachel: You're going to be a granny.
Denver: *startled whoop*
Tracks: -Ack! What the blazes???-
Blizzard: *stops short* Mow?
Rachel: *shushing gestures!**
Denver: -Ah'll tell y'u later!- *love love*
Moofy: *more deedle*
Tracks: -...Very well.- *SO curious now, and wondering what he'll be given when he gets home**
Rachel: Did he hear you?
Denver *sheepish* Ah startled 'im, but 'e ain't gotta clue.
Rachel: *slight worried frown* Is he still listening?
Denver: *headshake*
Rachel: Good. *baps the pen again and frowns at it* So, do you want the bad news now?
Denver: *cautiously* Yes. *has a feeling it's pretty bad news*
Rachel: *sigh that shudders like a sob. Quietly* Raoul's really sick.
Denver: *lips pressed thin for a moment* 'ow sick?
Rachel: He's got a brain aneurysm. He's actually had it for most of his life.
Denver: *slight hitch* *quieter* Th't 'splains wah 'e won't drahve.
Rachel: nod* It's why he can't get down stairs safely either. *voice drops* And why he can't read.
Denver: *lips thin again as she nods her understanding*
Rachel: He's finally gotten to the point where he can't get around, so he asked Silverheart to make a mini Raoul. unspoken but felt are the words, "In case he doesn't make it"* *whaps the pen a bit more* It should keep him from worrying too much. *being positive, snarky Ratchet again*
Blizzard: thumps the wall as she bumps into it with her head*
Rachel: *jumps and glances over there, then turns back to Denver* I've started a course of treatments. He'll be down for awhile, but if I have anything to say about it, he won't be out.
Denver: *small nod* 'N we's got babeh stuff.
Rachel: *finally she smiles for real, her blue eyes twinkling* You'll need room for a tail and long pointy ears. Baby's going to look like mini Nomi.
Denver: *soft snort* Ah took 'Ome Economics, Rachel. Ah know mah way 'round a needle 'n thread.
Rachel: grins now, and then looks toward the door as it opens slowly* Hi, Hattie. Grab a sit.
Hattie: *sees Denver and lifts her eyebrows slightly with concern as she does as the doctor asks* Wh't's th's all 'bout?
Rachel: *looks at Denver and lifts her brows in a way that plainly tells the black-haired woman to give her grandmother the news*
Hattie: *sees that look and frowns, her heart misgiving her slightly*
Denver: *going to start with the good news* Y'u're gonna be a great gran'ma.
Hattie: *WHOOP!**
Denver: *soft snerk*
Bizzard: *quail chick!* Mow!
Moofy: *deedles and hugs Blizzard*
Rachel: *grin fades* //Tell her the rest, Flash.//
Denver: *slight nod* *quieter* Raoul's sick. 'T's pretteh bad.
Hattie: *hand to her heart as she sits back in her chair, her eyes widening and sheening slightly with tears* Wh't is it?
Denver: 'E's got 'n aneurysm... 'E's 'ad it most'a 'is lahf. Rachel's gonna do everyth'n' she c'n t' 'elp 'im.
Hattie: chin trembles slightly, and then firms as her brows draw together with anger* Th't *deleted* 'it 'im when 'e killed Raoul's first mama, didn' 'e?
Denver: *looks to Rachel for confirmation*
Rachel: *small nod* Probably. The doctors and social workers missed it somehow.
Denver: *scowl*
Hattie: *mutters under her breath, then visibly catches herself, closes her eyes, and mutters something different*
Denver: Rachel's gonna do 'er best t' 'elp Raoul. *reassuring Hattie and herself*
Hattie: *nods, and then opens her eyes* Th' babeh's Raoul's, ain' it?
Denver: *nod* Yeah. 'Is 'n Silver'eart's.
Hattie: *quietly* Ah'll go call on 'em whal y'u tell Johnneh.
Denver: Ah've gotta fix onesies, whahl Ah'm doin' th't. *amused*
Hattie: *as she works her butt out of the chair* Bes' leave some'a th't fer th' grannehs.
Denver: *as she moves to get up* Th' dahpers 'n th' soakers'll need a 'ole f'r th' bitteh's tail.
Hattie: *as she hugs Rachel* Th't'd make leaks. We's gotta make sleeves.
Denver: *nod* Alrahght, th'n.
Hattie: *hugs granddaughter. Softly* T's gonna be allraght. Raoul's a fahghteh.
Denver: *another nod, hugs grandma* 'E 's, 'n 'e's got us.
Hattie: smile is real* Yup. arm around Denver's as she leads her out of the room*
Blizzard: *realizes Mama's going. Drops dolly she was bathing and hurries after*
Moofy: *deedle! Will scoot back to Mama*
Rachel: *blinks at her little tracker, and then reaches into a drawer for wipes*
Blizzard: chin on Mama feets. Amanda says to protect Mama*
Amanda: *sitting at the end of the couch. Cat on duty!*
Denver: *working on modifying a onesie. Has a small stack of onesies that she's finished altering, and another stack on her other side that still need alterations* *is focused on her work*
Tracks: -There. Done with that inane twaddle. ...Denver, what's wrong? Why are you blocking me?-
Denver: *slight start* -'Re y'u 'ome yet?- *feeling of having news to share*
Tracks: -Er, no. I have night scenes yet.- *worry!**
Denver: -Rachel 'ad news f'r us. 'Bout Raoul.-
Tracks: *confused* -What's he done now? He said he was staying home today and taking care of things around the house.-
Denver: *bit of a grin* -'E's gonna be a daddeh.-
Tracks: *feeling of both a mental and physical screeching to a halt* -WHAT?? They said they were going to wait!-
Denver: *quieter as she shares the reason for the change in plans*
Tracks: *stunned silence and feels like he's staring into an void and having nothing stare back**
Denver: -Ratchet's workin' on 'elpin' 'im.-
Tracks: *more silence, and Denver will now feel him fighting to hold onto reality. Then* -I'll be home soon.-
Denver: *will be waiting* -Th' grannehs're workin' 'n dahpers 'n soakers.-
Tracks: *gentle sending of affection, and then a moment's silence before Denver sees Raoul through his eyes. The young mechanic is laying propped up on the bed, sleeping the deep sleep of the medicated*
Denver: *quietly* -'E's a fahghter. 'N 'e's got 'is famileh t' catch 'im wh'n 'e stumbles.-
Tracks: *gently smooths Raoul's hair, feeling deep sadness as that feeling of horrible loneliness flashes again* -Why didn't he tell us sooner?-
Denver: *has a hunch as to why* *will make room on the couch*
Tracks: -I... don't want to leave him.-
Denver: *will bring seating to Raoul's house, then*
Raoul: stirs as the door closes and opens heavy eyes, then grimaces* Man. Tracks, this's why I didn' ever tell you.
Tracks: *confused frown*
Denver: *inadvertent snerk*
Tracks: *surprised! Turns quizzical eyes to his wife* What am I missing?
Denver: *quietly* 'E didn't wanna worreh y'u.
Tracks: But...
Raoul: *eyes shut* Not dyin'. Just... feelin' like scrap.
Tracks: But...
Denver: *reassuringly* -Ratchet 's workin' 'n 'elpin' im.-
Hattie: *sticks her head in* Trey's 'ere t' bring Raoul t' y'ur 'ouse, Denver.
Tracks: turns his fuddled expression toward his grandmother in law*
Hattie: *can't hold in a snerk even as she comes to pat him* Y'u worreh too much, Tracks.
Denver: *quiet amusement as she thinks of the nice bed she set up for Raoul and Silverheart back home*
Tracks: startles as he sees Silverheart peering in through the window, then sighs* Raoul, can I pick you up?
Raoul: *half asleep "Uh huh" without opening his eyes*
Tracks: *glances at Hattie to see if she wants to do something first*
Hattie: 'Urry up b'for flahs get in.
Denver: *much amusement*
Tracks: *you haven't gotten snark or snootiness out of him yet, girls. Instead, he just gently scoops Raoul up and turns to carry him out of the comfortably lived in sunny little white house. Quietly* Does the sun hurt your eyes?
Raoul: *chin on his chest* Yeah. Little bit.
Denver: *going to move out of the way, her hand still on the door*
Hattie: also quick to step aside, and there's a tiny bit of exasperation mixed in with the compassion in her expression*
Raoul: quiet grumble and puts his hand over his eyes as they come out of the house*
Trailbreaker: idling gently with his door open. Chuckles as Tracks comes close* Hi, Gran'paw.
Tracks: *freezes in place, his icy eyes wide and blank with surprise*
Raoul: *feels his dad freeze and lets out a faint snigger from behind his hand*
Denver: *gently reminding Tracks about babby* *will also gently guide husband*
Tracks: *automatic mode as he gently sets Raoul into Trailbreaker's cab, his mind an echoing cavern of amazed shock**
Hattie: comes out with her arms full of Raoul's reclining pillow, then stops and lifts her eyebrows*
Silverheart: *ears perk* Ach, vhat's zhe matter vith Tracks?
Denver: Ah remahnded 'im 'e 'n Ah're gonna be grandparents. *is also comforting Tracks through their bond*
Hattie: shakes her head and then PINpoints away*
Silverheart: *softly, with sympathy* Ohhhh.
Tracks: *steps back and watches Trailbreaker drive toward the barn. Quietly, as he remembers how mercilessly he teased the black mech about becoming a grandpa* I never thought THAT would come back to bite me on the skidplate.
Denver: *more amusement, will hug Tracks*
Tracks: *holds her close with a sigh, then hides his face against her hair and feels apologetic for making such a fuss and needing attention when it's Raoul who is sick**
Denver: *reassuring him that he's done nothing to be sorry for* *also quietly reminding him about Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder*
Tracks: *sighs again, then thinks of Raoul's injury and shudders* -He... he'll beat this too, the blasted hero.-
Denver: -'E's followin' th' lead 'f 'is 'ero.- *hugs*
Tracks: *breaks down and cries then, his shoulders shaking as the tears wash the panic away**
Denver: *holds and comforts*
Tracks: *it's several minutes before he can master the weeping, and then several more as he just stands and holds his wife and listens to the life of the base. His feelings are quiet now, and hold determination and hope*
Denver: *confident that whatever comes, they'll take it on together*
Tracks: stirs with a sigh, then lifts his head and smiles down at her* Let's go share the gumbo that Hattie just called me about.
Denver: **quiet chuckle as her tank growls at thought of delicious vegetarian gumbo, then slips her arm around her husband's waist and PINpoints him home to spend time with their family*