Nexus, Black Dog, First fight

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Wheelie: *frightened bitlet, doesn't know what to do since his two favorite people were shouting at each other earlier* ;_;  *quietly*  How long're we gonna stay here?

Mistfire:  *sitting and holding him with her chair tipped back and her feet on the table.  Everyone who comes near gets scowled at, but she's got a cube of lowgrade sitting on the table by her feet.  Equally quietly, as anger simmers under the surface of her calm*  No idea, slugger.  Maybe awhile.

Wheelie: *expression drops* Oh...

Mistfire:  *arms tighten around him and she rubs his back, her purplish optics staring into space*

Scatters: *comes running into the pub, flailing, spazzing, and rambling nigh-incoherently, and in a state of near-panic*

Mistfire:  *eyes him from the dark corner she chose and just hugs Wheelie more*

Archiva:  ... Scattershot?  What's wrong?

Scatters: *Frantically looking around the pub* Mistfire....Wheelie...are they here?
*Panicky*

Archiva:  *was told to tell no one*  Ahhhh

Wheelie: *frowns, looks at Mistfire* :/ *quietly* He's worried about us...

Scatters: Please, if you know something, tell me! I have to make sure they're safe!

Archiva:  *will never make a good spy*  *glances toward the corner*

Scatters: *also looks, visibly sags with relief, begins making way over*

Mistfire:  *watching him*  >B|

Scatters: *stops short, 'wings droop* You're...still mad, aren't you...

Mistfire:  *quietly*  What makes you say that?

Scatters: *just as quietly* Call it a hunch...we needed those supplies though...

Mistfire:  And we needed them just right at that moment, when you yourself said that we could get the things from the Nexus.  Which is here all the time, last I looked.

Scatters: >/ *opens mouth to make his point, gets bapped by Wheelie, who then turns to give Mistfire as stern a look as he can manage* !

Wheelie: >/

Mistfire:  *refuses to have a glare down with the little bit*  It never occured to you that maybe the safest thing to do for Wheelie would have been for all of us to come here?

Scatters: Showtime had those supplies already. She had more than enough to share with us. She's an ally who I really don't want to lose!

Wheelie: *scowls, baps Mistfire too, since she's being stubborn* Botha ya knock it off! >/

Mistfire:  And you had to get them right then.  *looks down at Wheelie, then sits him on the table by the cube and her feet*

Scatters: *low growl* Yes, because if I had waited, Showtime would've been gone! She's getting harder to track down anymore.

Wheelie: ...Showtime's gone? *Worried now!*

Mistfire:  ...And if you hadn't come back?  *tips chair back onto feet and gets up, then drops some dollars on the table and goes to step around Scattershot*

Scatters: *softly* I did though.

Wheelie: *Whines a little*

Mistfire:  *gives the little one an affectionate and apologetic look, then steps toward the door*

Scatters: *moves to block Mistfire* Look. I know what i did was stupid and risky...but it was for a good reason, and not nearly as dangerous as some of the slag I used to do when I was younger. I know what I'm doing, for the most part...otherwise I wouldn't still be alive.

Mistfire:  *hits right from the shoulder*

Scatters: *takes the hit with a grunt*

Wheelie: :o *climbs off the table* Botha you are dummies! *darts off to hide someplace quiet, still in the bar somewhere*

Scatters: Wheelie! *Worried*

Mistfire:  Last I heard teams are supposed to work together.  Take the risks together.  Watch each other's backs.  *PINpoints gone*

Back at the warehouse...


*Apparently, Showtime has been by and gone, and has left a note for Mistfire* *note reads* [By the time you get this, I'll more than likely be gone...Turns out the Autobot Elite Guard doesn't think too highly of 'Bots who go Neutral...so I have to lay low for awhile. I just hope you got the supplies I left, and that you, Scattershot, and Wheelie are safe. Maybe after this is over, we can do a few runs together...-Showtime]

Scatters: *comms Mistfire, frantic-sounding* //Mistfire! I can't find Wheelie! I've looked all over the fragging pub and I don't know where he could've gotten to!//

Mistfire:  *drops the datapad, her optics widening with dismay*

Mistfire:  *appears back at the Black Dog and scans everyone there*

Wheelie: *hiding on the biiiig orange and black mech's lap, sitting across from an equally orange femme with a blue sparkling, the sparkling is trying not to giggle as Scatters searches under their table again*

Scatters: *Frantic, 'wings all but vertical*

Mistfire:  *steps over him to reach up toward her little brother*  Wheelie, slugger, don't do that.

Wheelie: >/ *clings to the big mech, who gives Mistfire an apologeticly sheepish look*

Scatters: *tries to stand, forgets he's under the table halfway, bumps his head, to the delight of the blue sparkling*

Mistfire:  *stops and looks at Wheely with a small frown of confusion, not even looking around at the thud*

Wheelie: Not till you an' Scatters quit bein' dummies.

Scatters: :/ *'wings down* We're not...

Mistfire:  *sees only rejection, on top of the rejection she felt from Scattershot overruling her thoughts.  Steps back, her expression locked in the confused frown*

Eclipse: *flicks napkin ball at Scatters* You both are too...from what the little one told us...*points at Scatters* You were being a stubborn glitch and worried your girl needlessly, *Turns to Mistfire* and you're being a little hard on him...*small smile* but don't worry. I've found that mechs tend to fail at thinking things through *noise of protest from the big mech* and yeah, you have every right to be mad at him, because he did do something really stupid and could've been killed, but he wasn't so why can't you three just focus on the fact that you've got one more day together and leave it at that?

Wheelie: *quietly* Just wanna go home...

Mistfire:  *barely perceptible shaking*

Scatters: *frowns, sighs, moves to put arm around Mistfire* I'm sorry...I was being an idiot, wasn't I?

Mistfire:  *nods a little blindly*

Wheelie: *climbs down from the mech's lap to latch onto Mistfire's leg* Gonna be okay now?

Mistfire:  *she's not weeping as a human would... there's no leaking or anything.  But her overloaded and confused sensors are fritzing... and she is indeed silently crying*

Scatters: *rubs Mistfire's back, gently* C'mon...let's go home...I'll get some flux heated up and I know i stashed some axle grease somewhere...*quick glance around, comms Mistfire* //and once Wheelie's recharging, I'll even hand-wash your plating...//

Mistfire:  *very out of character.  All she can do is nod and hide her face against his chest*

Wheelie: *snuggling against Mistfire, at least until Scatters picks her up*

Mistfire:  *looks down at Wheelie, looking just a bit panicky.  Doesn't want to leave him behind now that he's....  Oh, her processor's spinning full of dumb and she'll just hide again now*

Scatters: *engine rumbles, trying to soothe Mistfire, hands Wheelie his PINpoint* C'mon kiddo...let's get home...*guiding family out of range of anyone else*

Mistfire:  .... *arm around his neck before they teleport*

Wheelie: *holds onto Scatters' leg with one hand, pushes the button with the other* :D  

Back at the warehouse...

Scatters: *still rubbing Mistfire's back, engine rumbling*

Mistfire:  *makes a weak attempt to get down... preventing her might trigger the same sort of response as the earlier orders had*

Scatters: *gently sets Mistfire on her feet, soft whispers of apology for being a fragging idiot*

Mistfire:  *pats him, then stoops and offers to pick Wheelie up*

Wheelie: *happy clicking, snuggles and cuddles as he's picked up*

Mistfire:  *carries him over to the couch with the intent of cuddling with him while the fuels are fixed up and/or found*

Scatters: *goes off to the 'kitchen' part of the warehouse, is soon grumbling good-naturedly about how 'un-fragging-fair' his height is, and why the frag did he put the axle grease way up on the top shelf again?*

Mistfire:  *blinks and manages a little chuckle that turns into a fritzy sound, then sighs and rests her cheek on Wheelie's helm*

Wheelie: *Cuddling, is glad nobody's fighting anymore*

Mistfire:  *softly*  I... don't know if I'm cut out for this, slugger.

Wheelie: *blink blink* ?

Mistfire:  I... had no idea how to react.  It felt like the rules had been changed.  And the thought of 'Shot getting killed....  *shakes head*

Scatters: *still making noise in the background, is pretending not to listen*

Wheelie: *snuggle* Aunty and Uncle used ta act the same way...Momma said it was 'cause they loved each other so much that the thought of losin' the other scared them...

Mistfire:  Hmmmm.....  *just holds the little bot close*

Scatters: Whoah!*Crash* I'm okay!

Mistfire:  *on her feet and over there, frowning at him as Wheelie sits on the couch*

Scatters: *kneeling on the counter, container of axle grease on the floor* ^^;; Oops?

Mistfire:  *blink blink*  *goes back to Wheelie*

Wheelie: *gigglefits*

Later that evening, after Wheelie had retired to the cushion fort on his berth...

Scatters: *has been thinking about what has happened since things have calmed down. Has also been thinking about his life prior to meeting Mistfire*

Mistfire:  *sitting on couch with feet on the coffee table... yes, she sits like this alot.  Thinking as she stares at the TV, which isn't on.*

Scatters: *checks the water he's filling a tank with, to make sure it's not too hot, and definitely not cold. Frowns, glances over at Mistfire, considering* Hey, Mistfire? Would you come check something for me?

Mistfire:  *miles away, didn't hear*

Scatters: ...*slightly mischevious look, sneaaaaaks over to the couch, scoops Mistfire up and darts back to the tank, will drop Mistfire in the warm water!*

Mistfire:  *punch!  BLINK!*  Oi....

Scatters: Owwww....

Mistfire:  *hides face on him*  Sorry....

Scatters: *snuggle, rubs back* It's okay...

Mistfire:  Is it really?

Scatters: *soft sigh* I don't know...all I know is...when all that slag started going down...the only thing I could think of was keeping you and Wheelie safe...

Mistfire:  *quietly*  And I felt like you were rejecting me.  And I didn't know how to deal with that.

Scatters: *holds Mistfire close* I promise, as long as my spark exists. I. will. NEVER. reject you. *quieter* I love you too much to do that.

Mistfire:  *shaky sigh from her intakes*

Scatters: *soft engine rumbles, even as he reaches with one hand to grab the cleaning cloths he got awhile back*

Mistfire:  *still quiet*  You're all I've ever known.  I found you the day I came out of that fountain... and we've never been that far apart for very long since.  ...Maybe that's a bad thing.  I know I come across as someone with it all together; some bad aft that can take on anything... but that strength comes from knowing I have you and Slugger at my back.  *clams up and looks down*

Scatters: *'wings raised slightly as he starts to worry* One of the reasons I'm so crazy about you...is because I don't have to pretend when I'm with you...I don't have to act like something I'm not...

Mistfire:  Normally, I'd have to say that if you changed, I'd have to hurt you.  :\  *lays head on his shoulder*  It's okay.  It's alright.

Scatters: *rumbly chuckle* I do need to change, a little...I need to get better about not letting the first idea that pops into my processor be the thing I do...

Mistfire:  You said it, baby.

Scatters: *Snerks, rubs cleaning cloth on Mistfire's back, gently*

Mistfire:  How about we just skip the washing for tonight and go lay on the couch?  I'm beat.

Scatters: *nods* Alright...

Scatters: *more engine rumbling as he picks Mistfire up again, grabs a biiiig fluffy towel, and carries both femme and towel over to the couch, before wrapping Mistfire in the towel*

Mistfire:  *smiles at him, thinking that he's a dork, and she loves him for it*

Scatters: *sits next to Mistfire, intends to snuggle a little bit*

Mistfire:  Lay down already.  *snugs into towel*

Scatters: *amused chuckle, lays down*

Mistfire:  *rests her face against his chest where she can hear the rumbles... and drops into stasis with a sigh*

Scatters: *admires Mistfire until his own systems go into recharge, will recharge until Mistfire wakes*

((Co-written with random_xtras))