dens_tf_den | bv and hsv, Gas Station in California and the Autobot Medbay, Wildlings

bvEpps: *laughing his aft off at the reaction of some stray 'Con to something hsvDenver just did to it*

hsvDenver: *showing the 'Con her weapons... by beating him over the head with them* >3

'Con: *is very sorry he ever thought to stop for gas*

hsvDenver: *charges up her right-hand cannon*

'Con: *stops fighting and tries to vamoose!*

hsvDenver: Oh no y'u don'! C'mere! *grabbing at the 'Con*

'Con: *franticly tries his best to get away*

hsvDenver: *Shoots him in the &##$#@#$#ing head*

'Con: *decapitated but still sparked*

hsvDenver: Aw, f'r crahin' out loud!!!

Epps: I... think I'm gonna hurl. 0.o

hsvDenver: *Charging up her left cannon now, will finish what she started as quickly as possible*

'Con: *shot through the spark. Is recyclables now*

hsvDenver: *shoulders slump as she sighs*

Epps: 0.o I really hate it when they do that. *then blinks and looks around at all the frightened eyes peeking out at them from all around* Oh #@$#@#.

Denver: ... *looks* ... Aw $#^$#^$&@#%$%$#@!!!

Epps: *on the phone, calling damage control*

Denver: *folding down into alt-mode now, kthx*

Epps: *sees a shotgun, reports it as he scrambles into Denver's cab* Flashpoint, shut the #@$#@ door!

Denver: *Does so, locking the doors as a precaution* Sh'ld we skedaddle?

Epps: No, we gotta stay put till Will gets here. There's the cops.

Denver: ... $#*&^#$@.

Epps: No, that's good. *nervously patting her steering wheel as he watches through her windows*

Denver: Y'u sure? *scanning the cars, as she heard a story of a mech named Barricade whose alt-mode was a police car, and she's not sure he's dead*

Epps: Yeah, they'll do crowd control. *also watching the cars, but they all seem to be in order*

Denver: *quiet chuckle as she thinks of something*

Epps: *frowns at her dash* What's funny, Flash?

Denver: Ah onleh got a bit'a scratched paint fr'm all'a th't.

Epps: ...Well he was only a light car.

Denver: *snickering, feeling a bit giddy and knowing she probably shouldn't* Ah've 'ad smacks fr'm th' Lambo Twins th't've 'urt moah!!!

Epps: *nodding as the first of the cleanup vehicles arrive* Who's the Lambo Twins?

Denver: Th' alternates 'a Sunstreakah 'n Sahdswahp... Th' two back 'ome 're mechs, 'n they picked Lamborghinis 's theyah alt-modes...

Epps: .... *imagines riding in one of those* Sweeeeeet. *then starts as somebody bangs on Denver's door and grumbles as he moves to open said door and hop out*

Denver: *almost unnoticeable flinch*

Optimus: *towing a flat bed to put the junk on* //Flashpoint? Is something wrong?//

Denver: //No, sir... W's jes' a bit distracted.//

Optimus: //Very well. Do you want to return to base? Were you able to complete your refueling?//

Denver: //Ah'm fahn, sir... Ah w's interrupted bah th' 'con showin' up though...//

Optimus: //Alright. I'll see you back at base.//

Denver: //Yessir. Flashpoint out.//

Optimus: //Optimus out.//

Epps: *over there waxing bossy as Major Lennox walks over to Denver*

Denver: *Activates her holo and has it walk to meet Major Lennox*

Lennox: Can I grab a ride back, Lt. Flashpoint? Epps has this covered.

Denver-Holo: Jes' 's soon 's Ah get th's refueled... *points to her alt-mode* Th' 'Con kahnda interrupted th't...

Lennox: *sympathetic grin* Alright.

Denver-holo: *moves to start putting gas into the tank of her alt-mode*

Lennox: *standing on the running board and watching as people peek around the cordons the police have set up, and reporters try to ask questions and protest the confiscation of their cameras*

Denver-Holo: *whistling something she picked up over the radio*

Lennox: *turns his head at about the same time Optimus' windshield wipers give a measured sweep. Both are now watching the tiny bit of metallic scrap that's sneaking around by the propane tanks*

Denver: *Scanning*

Denver-Holo: *pretending not to notice the tiny being, but knows it's there*

Lennox: *hops down and heads toward the store as though to pay for Denver's gas. In the next moment there's a screeching shooting frenzy till he gets the small bot pinned and restrained. Even after he's done so, and told it to be quiet in both Autobot and Decepticon it continues to screech*

Optimus: ...A Wildling.

Denver-Holo: *Soothing clicks as she moves closer*

Lennox: *frowning at the small thing, which looks like it might once have been part of an automatic lawn sprinkling system*

Denver-Holo: Put 't in mah toolbox.

Lennox: *looks up with a frown* No. It'll go with the rest of the recycling.

Denver-Holo: It's scared... 'N prolleh 'alf-stahved. *frowning as well, hands on hips*

Lennox: It's also....

Optimus: //Its optic sensors are blue.//

Lennox: *looks* Yeah. So were Frenzy's.

Denver-Holo: *pointedtly* 'T di'n't 'tack till y'u went aftah 't.

Lennox: *frown deepens*

Optimus: //Give it to Flashpoint, please, Will. I feel it may not be a danger.//

Lennox: *holds the little monster out to the hologram, feeling relieved*

Denver-Holo: *gently cradles the little scrap* *Soothing clicks*

wildling: *still screeching*

Denver-Holo: *pops open the lid on one of her toolboxes, gently tucks the wildling in* Easeh... Y'u're safe now....

wildling: *screech!*

Denver: *soothing rumbles*

gas pump: *dings*

Denver-Holo: *goes to put the nozzle back on the pump* Major Lennox... The gas?

Lennox: *nods and passes into the store to pay*

Denver: *Pings Optimus' comm*

Optimus: //Yes, Flashpoint?//

Denver: //Ah th'nk th's li'l 'un'd prolleh be safah 'round othas 'is sahze...//

Optimus: //What do you mean?//

Denver: //'E ain't socialahzed, 'n y'u saw 'ow 'e reacted t' th' Major 'n mah 'olo... Mebbeh 'avin' 'im 'round s'me bein's neahleh th' same sahze'd do 'im s'me good...//

Optimus: //Flashpoint... there are no beings the same size as him, save for Wheelie. And he's with Mikaela.//

Denver: //Not 'ere... but wh're Lu 'n Ah're from... Th're's Sweep, Snarl, 'n th' rest'a th' itteh-bitteh-kiddeh-committeh... 'n Wheelie's alternate.//

Optimus: *pause* //You wish to bring it home.//

Denver: //Ah do.// *holo bustles about making sure everything's secure and ready to head back once Lennox returns from paying for the gas* //'T ain't in mah nature t' not trah t' 'elp wh're Ah c'n...//

Optimus: //...It may be unstable.//

Denver: //'N wh't way? 'F 't's shell ain't sound, Ah know Ratchet 'n 'Aid 'n WakeJumpah c'n make 't bettah... 'N wit' th' numbah 'a 'bots 'round th' base, ain't no way 't c'ld 'urt aneh'un.//

Optimus: //Mentally. It's relatively calm now, but surely you've seen how wildlings usually behave.//

Denver: //... T' be perfectleh 'onest? Ah 'ave. 'N Ah'm willn' t' take th' risk.//

Optimus: //Very well. I leave it in your keeping.//

Denver: //Th'nk y'u, sir.//

Optimus: //You are welcome, Flashpoint.//

Major Lennox: *tossing a chocolate bar to Epps as he heads for Denver*

Denver-Holo: *has a slightly distant and longing look for a brief moment before she gives Major Lennox a thumbs-up and flickers out*

Major Lennox: .... *climbs up and sits in the passenger seat, his head turning so he can look toward the screeching toolbox*

Denver: *revvs her engine a bit* *flips through radio stations*

Major Lennox: Are you sitting someone in the driver's seat?

Denver: *would roll her optics if she could, makes her holoform appear in the driver's seat*

Major Lennox: *grins at it* Sorry, I've just seen how fast people tend to drive in the ditch or other vehicles when they see a rig with no driver.

Denver-Holo: *Gives him a Look* Y'u know, y'u c'ld'a sat th're.

Major Lennox: You were walking around and filling your tank. *slight shrug*

Denver: *just for that, she's going to play the genre of music you hate, Lennox*

Major Lennox: What are you going to do with him? *watches the police open the cordon so they can pass through*

Denver: F'r starters, Ah'll take 'im t' th' medbay 'n 'ave th' medics make sure 'e ain't gonna go out fr'm bein' too stressed... Th'n Ah'm th'nkin' 'f 'avin' Dion take care'a 'im, so 'e learns th't th' big metal people're nahce...

Major Lennox: You're keeping him as a pet? *looks back as the screeching stops*

Denver: Dion's good 't earnin' people's trust... 'N Ah'm 'opin' th't th's li'l 'un's capable'a moah th'n 'e seems t' be 't th' moment.

Denver-holo: *also looking back, a frown on her face*

toolbox: *very silent*

Denver: *Scans it*

wildling: *not moving*

Major Lennox: *frowning and wondering what the little thing's up to*

Denver: ... Major, take th' wheel.

Major Lennox: *shifts over and does so*

Denver-holo: *flickers for a moment, before it's solid in the bed next to the toolbox. Then she's peeking in, clicking quietly as she does*

wildling: *laying still to conserve what little energy it has left. And it's crying softly*

Denver-Holo: *quietly* Shhh... We'll getcha s'meth'n t' eat shortleh...

Denver: *turning the radio off* Th' soonah we get back, th' bettah... 'E's low on energy... *yes, she sounds worried*

Major Lennox: I can't drive with your holo in the back, Flashpoint.

Denver-holo: *flickers and shrinks until it's a miniature version of the femme herself. Then it's climbing into the toolbox to gently cuddle the wildling and make soothing noises as the toolbox lid slams back down*

Denver: Bettah?

Major Lennox: I just wonder how many people saw that. *nods that she should go ahead through the gap in the cordon*

Denver: *engine sighs as she pulls forward*

Later, back in Denver's home reality...

Keepsake: *giving SolarFlare a piece of her processor for shaking up her lab and busting her newest project*

Denver: *Gently cradling the wildling in her hands* Aw, put a sock in it, Keepsake! *heading for the medbay now, kthx*

Keepsake: *colourful reply without actually cursing!*

Denver: *ignoring you now, Keepsake* *asks Dion over comms to get one of the plain cookies and to meet her in the medbay with it*

Clarion: *looks up from playing 'Janitor' with her mate and son as she sits on the first repair table*

Denver: *bringing the wildling over to the table, and talking quietly to it as she moves*

Clarion: 0.o *glances at Ratchet*

wildling: *wriggles and peeks between the big one's fingers*

Ratchet: *slight frown as he moves to scan the wildling*

Cragbuster: Ooo? *Clicks to the wilding in greeting*

Clarion: Where'd you pick up a sparklet? *will duck and hide if she's looked at, but curiosity was so strong that she actually spoke to the big scary red femme*

Denver: *gently, so as not to spook the wildling again* Th's ain't a sparklet, Ah don' th'nk... Rememeber 'ow Lu, 'Alo, Trailbreakah, 'Uffah, Powahglahd 'n me went t' th't othah realiteh t' 'elp out?

Clarion: *ducks and shivers a little, but nods*

Denver: Well... Ah w's discouragin' a 'Con fr'm stealin' fuel 't a station, 'n th's li'l bit w's 'ahdin' neahbah...

Dion: *quiet as he peeks into the medbay*

Clarion: *peeks at Ratchet*

Sunhalo: *peering over Dion's shoulder*

Ratchet: *quietly* She's low on energy... Dion, bring the cookie you've got...

Dion: *small nod, enters the medbay and brings the cookie his mother asked for*

Sunhalo: *follows her friend, her expression full of curiosity*

Denver: *Surprise shows in her expression only by a very slight optic flash as she learns the wildling's gender* Ah c'ldn't let 'er be destroyed...

Sunhalo: ...Destroyed?

Clarion: *cringe*

Denver: *expression darkens a bit as she nods* On account'a 'er bein' a wahldlin'...

Sunhalo: *looks at Ratchet* What's a wildling?

Ratchet: *explains what a wildling is, and how most of the wildings of this reality went out within months of activation, due to a lack of energy and their tendency to hide*

Sunhalo: >:\

Ratchet: On occasion, we get reports of a Mountain Dew machine that turns into a robot attacking people... But by the time anyone gets to the location to check, he's gone.

Denver: ...Th't slaggin' th'ng's still alahve... *would facepalm, currently has hands full of wildling*

wildling: *clicking and wriggling, exploring the strange place she's in. These are big hands*

Sunhalo: *notes to Dion over coms that they'll have to go Dewbot hunting sometime soon, and see if they can't bring him home*

Dion: *Small nod, is working on breaking the cookie into pieces small enough for the wildling to handle*

Sunhalo: ...That's not a pickle one, is it?

Dion: Plain...

Sunhalo: Good. *clicks*

Dion: *will offer the wildling one of the cookie pieces*

wildling: *tries to scoot away from the big scary, but then catches the scent. NOM!*

Sunhalo and Clarion: 0.o

Denver: *Soothing clicks*

Cragbuster: *giving Dion a cute look, can has nom too?*

Dion: *quick glance to Ratchet, and then he's sneaking Cragbuster a piece of the cookie as well*

wildling: *going after the fuel like a great white shark*

Dion: *Quietly* Hey, slow down... There's plenty of fuel for you...

wildling: *issa NOM MONSTER*

Denver: *quiet chuckle as she moves to transfer the wildling to Dion, so he can easily feed it the cookie pieces*

wildling: *scared and tries to run away and hide*

Sunhalo: *clicks*

Clarion: *runs away and hides*

Dion: *gentle clicks, offers more noms*

wildling: *attack a fuel!*

Ratchet: *going to find Clarion now*

Clarion: *under the desk, as usual*

Ratchet: *Soothing clicks* It's alright... She won't hurt anyone, I don't believe... She's more interested in the fuel than anything else, currently.

Clarion: *sheepish* I got scared when she did.

Ratchet: *gentle patpat* It's alright...

Clarion: *grins at him and lets Cragbuster out from under the desk*

Cragbuster: *clicking and showing Mama the nom he got from Dion*

Clarion: Yeah, you like that stuff, dontcha. *peeks and considers coming back out*

Cragbuster: *will poke a bit of the cookie at Mama's mouth now*

Clarion: *laughs and eats and comes out*

Ratchet: I think Denver and Dion will be taking care of the wildling...

Clarion: ...Magnus is an uncle again?

Ratchet: *nods, chuckling quietly*

Clarion: *chuckles as well as she reaches for a hand up*

Ratchet: *helps Clarion to her feet*

Clarion: *looking through the window toward the med bay* ...Why isn't it a sparklet?

Ratchet: It was created from an Earth machine... They were never meant to have sparks, and as a result, many lack even the most basic processing abilities...

Clarion: *shiver* So it's a drone... with a spark.

Ratchet: From what Denver has said, it's hard to tell... It appears to have some semblance of intelligence and sentience...

Clarion: ...What's gonna happen to it, Doc?

Ratchet: Well, since Denver and Dion are caring for it now, it may very well live for quite awhile. It's safe from destuction here, so there's no reason it couldn't live to be quite old.

Clarion: ...Pet?

Ratchet: I'm not sure... *glances into the medbay* *quietly* Denver's treating it like a person... So it's hard to tell...

Clarion: *hrrrms and stoops to pick up her son and put him on her hip if he'll let her*

Cragbuster: *is nomming cookie bit, will offer no resistance to being picked up*

Clarion: *settles him comfortably on her hip* Now what?

Ratchet: For now, we'll leave the little one be... I would like to give her a full checkup, but that can wait for another day.

Clarion: *nod* And besides that?

Ratchet: *chuckles* Well, there is time to watch a few television shows before Cragbuster's nap...

Clarion: *grin* That one where they make cars inta funny cars?

Ratchet: *nods, reaching to grab his chair so Clarion can sit on his lap*

Clarion: *plunks down and snuggles, cuddling Cragbuster against her chest*

Cragbuster: *snuggle, clicks and points to the datapad on the desk. He knows this ritual well*

Clarion: *grabs it and offers it to Ratchet, offering him a kiss as she does so*

Ratchet: *quiet rumbles as he takes the datapad and kisses Clarion*

Clarion: *makes his head spin lightly, and then leans against him and waits for him to find their show*

Ratchet: *manages to find the show even with a spinny processor*

Clarion: *settles down to watch*

Ratchet: *watches the show with his family, only turning the datapad off when Cragbuster has settled into recharge against Clarion*

((co-written with

random_xtras))