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Denver: *Snuggles Tracks*

Tracks:  *soft groan as he unshutters his optics*  Dion... did you leak oil?

Dion: *Squeaks*

Tracks:  *trying to figure out where his hands are*  Something feels....  *manages to look down at baby brother*

Denver: *Sleepy murmur*

Dion: *Oh! Bubby's awake! Squeaksqeaksqueak patpat at Bubby's cheek!*

Tracks:  *looking for oil stains as he clicks to the sparklet*

Dion: *flailyfitofgleee* *managed to shuck the towel Rain wrapped him in, which is the source of the dampness*

Tracks:  *works out which hand is his, and tosses the towel on the floor with disgust*  I'm glad I'm not human.  *or he'd have felt like peeing*

Denver: *another sleepy murmur, shifts position and chuckles quietly when Dion reaches to patpat her cheek*

Tracks:  *checks the sheets and then sighs and rolls onto his back*  -Denver?-

Denver: -Hm?-

Tracks:  -Goodness!  Those are your thoughts I'm seeing.-  *very surprised and amazed*

Denver: *curious sound she moves to snuggle closer to him* -'S th't normal?-

Tracks:  *arms around her and Dion*  -I... have no idea.-  *wonderment and concern mixed with a little fear that he's hurt her somehow and this is the result of the damage*

Dion: *Squeaks happily. Has two of his big peoples here!*

Denver: *sending reassurances that she's pretty sure she's fine* -Mebbeh we sh'ld ask Ratchet....- *And there's a bit of a pout in her tone* -Don' wanna get outta bed though... Snugglin' wit' y'u feels good...-

Tracks:  *lifts his head slightly to look at she and Dion cuddled against his chest*  -I don't think we even could get out of bed yet, darling.  I'm not sure where I end and you begin.-  *warm affection comes with the words*

Denver: *opening her eyes a bit to give Tracks a small smile with a very slight bit of brat mixed in despite the serenity of her expression and actions* -So we bug Ratchet 'r Red 'Lert...-

Tracks: *turns head and looks at the clock*  -My, it's late.  Or early, if you prefer.-  //Red Alert?//

Russell: //Someone had better be on fragging fire or about to blow up.// *Sounds quite snappish and grouchy*

Tracks:  //...Good morning to you too.  Aren't you the medic on duty for nights?//

Russell: //Not since I was chased out of the medbay after the girls were put into their shells, no.//

Tracks: //...Put into.... Good heavens!  What is today?//

Denver: *slight headtilt as she picks up on Tracks' surprise*

Russell: //It's Thursday, Tracks.//

Tracks:  //Then we've been sleeping....//  *trying to engage processor and calculate*

Russell: //Since Friday of last week. Roughly five days, give or take a few hours...// *inadvertantly yawns over the comm and apologizes*

Tracks:  *quietly*  //It seems so much longer....//  *normal tone*  //So since I've woke you up already, I don't suppose you'd mind answering a question or two?//

Russell: //I'll do my best to answer...//

Tracks:  //Have you any idea as to why I might be hearing Denver's thoughts?//

Russell: //Probably because your bond is a deep one. Rinny and I experience that as well...// *Soft chuckle* //It's nothing to worry about, if that's why you're asking.//

Tracks:  //...You mean it's normal?//  *surprise clear in his voice*

Russell: //Quite normal.// *And now he sounds amused* //In some cases, the partners begin to emulate one another in speech patterns or accents...// *Yes, like how Serenity has taken on a near identical accent to Russel himself*

Tracks:  ....  //Well at least Denver will wind up sounding nice.//  *not that he doesn't think she sounds nice already.  He just had to take that cut at Russell's dialect of English*

Denver: *Snickering softly as she picks up on that*

Russell: //If that's all, Tracks... SOME of us have sleep to catch up on.//

Tracks:  //Yes, we wouldn't want to frighten poor Serenity when she wakes up with your faceplates so close to hers in the morning.//

Serenity: *informs Tracks he's a slagger, and then both she and Russell are closing the comm line*

Tracks:  *smirrrrk*

Denver: Y'u're terrible... *chuckling*

Tracks:  *looks down at her again, and his deep feelings for her are as plain for her to see as is the way his expression softens*  No.  I'm good.

Denver: *soft chuckle as she moves to reach for his hand*

Dion: *Happy clickstorm!*

Tracks:  *gently and very carefully because he's still not sure where he ends kisses Denver on the hair as his fingers softly squeeze hers*

Denver: *happy sound as she tries to situate herself so she's using Tracks' chest as a pillow*

Dion: *happy squeal as something clicks from the doorway*

Tracks:  Magnus... I want those files.

Magnus: *Startles, nearly dropping his camera. It's only with a careful lunge that he manages to catch it and not topple out of his chair*

Denver: *stinkeyes Magnus*

Tracks:  *quietly and cheerfully*  Or I promise, when you and Rain bond you won't like my wedding gift.

Magnus: ... You. Are a slagger. *Scowling and carefully wheeling himself over to where he can set the camera's SD card on one of the nightstands*

Tracks:  Tell me something I don't know.  *smirks at his creche brother, though there's concern in his optics.  Denver will be able to feel just how sharp those feelings are.  Tracks cares for Magnus, and even Mirage, deeply*

Magnus: *slight smirk* I could, but I'd probably get chewed out by Ratchet and Optimus for it...

Denver: Don' make me pull rank, Magnus... *Yawns and blinks*

Tracks:  *narrows his optics at Magnus, and then is reminded of what woke him*  Oh, and thank you so much for the damp towel in the bed.  There's nothing that says comfort like warm wet terry when you're disoriented and groggy.

Magnus: Well, if Dion hadn't gotten into the flour earlier tonight, he wouldn't have needed another bath...

Dion: *Squeaks and clicks!* :D  

Tracks:  *sniff*  Into the flour?  How many people were supposed to be watching him?

Magnus: *gives Tracks a mildly amused look* Beau looked away for just a second...

Denver: *Frowning now and trying to sit up, with limited success*

Tracks:  *frowns himself, but then is distracted by Denver*  Easy, darling.  Errrk....

Magnus: *reaching to try and carefully push the couple back down, pings Rain's comm and asks for help* Easy...

Rain:  //On my way.//  *door opens in the hall and then there's a soft whisper of footsteps on the floor before the dark-haired femme comes into the room*

Denver: *dizzy and cycling air as things spin just a bit*

Dion: *Worried squeaks and clicks!*

Magnus: Help me get 'em both laying back down...

Rain:  *over she comes*  Okay, you get Tracks' elbows out from under him, and I'll get Flashpoint.  *putting actions to words even as she speaks*

Magnus: Right. *moving to do so carefully, clicking to Dion all the while*

Tracks:  *intaking unsteadily himself, his optics shuttered, as Rain gets him settled back onto the big soft mattress*  -Nnnnn.  Ouch.-

Denver: *shivering slightly now that she's laying back down, fighting a slightly urky feeling even as she apologizes quietly*

Rain:  *pulls the blankets up around them*  Grab Dion, Magnus?

Tracks:  *arms around his mate, protective and loving feelings peeking through his confusion and discomfort*

Magnus: *nods and carefully lifts the sparklet up*

Denver: *cycling air and trying to will away the discomfort she's feeling* -Th'-th't... w's kahnda dumb 'f me...-

Dion: *wibbling and clicking worriedly*

Tracks:  *soft groan as his grip on Denver tightens slightly.  Can only reply with the affection and protectiveness*

Magnus: *over comms to Rain* //Should we call Ratchet?//

Rain:  //Nah.  This is just more bonding funk stuff.  They just need to be calm and quiet.  And they could probably use something to eat.//  *finishes with the blankets and puts a gentle hand on Denver's back*

Magnus: //...If you're sure...// *Not that he doesn't trust you, Rain, but he's just really worried about his creche-brother and said brother's mate*

Dion: *more worried clicks and squeaks*

Denver: *relaxing a bit, taking comfort in her proximity to Tracks*

Rain:  //I heard the guys talking in the mess hall today.  This is supposed to happen.//  *pats Denver and then comes around the big platform bed to offer her arms to the concerned sparklet*

Dion: *Wibbles and reaches for Rain somewhat reluctantly, even as Magnus clicks reassurances to him*

Rain:  *stoops and picks up the pale blue towel with bunny ears*  Look, here's your wrapper.  Do you want your wrapper?

Dion: *pulls a face*

Rain:  No?  *dumps it on Magnus and gives the little guy a cuddle*

Magnus: Ack! Hey! That's cold!

Dion: *clickclickclick*

Rain:  *blink*  Maybe we should put it in the dryer.

Magnus: Prolly a good idea...

Tracks:  *circulation settling down to his normal pattern even as his optic shutters drift shut*  -So tired... warm... snug.-  *love for Denver*

Denver: *soft sound of contentment as she closes her eyes and snuggles close to Tracks* *Loves Tracks very much*

Rain:  *looks at the newlyweds, and then turns and heads for the door with Dion in her arms*  Want to sleep with Aunty Rain for a little while, Dion?

Dion: *Squeak!*

Rain:  *grins and cuddles the little guy as she passes from the room, walks down the hall, and then slips into the room where she's got a big airy hammock hanging.  Quietly, so she doesn't wake Sarah*  Magnus says he'll fix your wrapper.

Dion: *clickclickclickyaaaawnclickclickpop*

Sarah: *Absent clicks as she sleeps*

Rain:  *clicks back to the young femme, and then easily slips into her hammock without using her hands and lays back as it sways softly.  Grins at Dion as the world turns softly misty in the pale glow of the nightlight shining through the hammock.*

Dion: *clicks a bit more before getting his thumb into his mouth and sucking on it with a quiet, contented purr*

Rain:  *grins and nuzzles his helm, listening for Magnus' arrival with the towel as she does*

Magnus: *Arriving about twenty minutes later with Dion's towel*

Dion: *still purring with his thumb in his mouth, is sound asleep*

Rain:  *sits up slightly and looks over the side of the hammock with a grin*   Thanks.

Magnus: *Quietly so he doesn't wake Sarah* Welcome... At least I didn't have to tell Will to get off the washer this time... *offering the still-warm towel*

Rain:  *chuckles and gently wraps Dion in the hooded towel, then moves slightly*  Want to sleep with us?

Magnus: I dunno if I could get up there... But nothing ventured, nothing gained, right? *small smile*

Rain:  It's not hard once someone else is in it.  Just pull the side out and tuck your aft in, then wiggle around till you're laying right.

Magnus: *small nod, moves to try and join Rain and Dion on the hammock*

Rain:  *waits for the right moment, and then snags him by the back of his pants and heaves him inside*

Magnus: *Slight flail due to startlement*

Rain:  *gets him up there, and then leaves him to sort his PJ pants wedgie out on his own as she rubs the sparklet's back through his towel*

Magnus: *Wiggles a bit, getting himself sorted out*

Rain:  //Your brother... is kinda weird.//

Magnus: //Which one?//

Rain:  //Tracks.  I heard what he said just now when you took his picture.//

Magnus: *soft snort* //Eh... I think he was just saying it to tease me.//

Rain:  //He talks like that all the time.//

Magnus: //Maybe he's trying to hint at something...// *absent shrug as he yawns*

Rain:  *soft snort*  //Like someone like you would want to bond to a nobody like me.//  *clicks for Dion and then shuts her eyes*

Magnus: *raised brow* //Since when are you a nobody?//

Rain:  //Since Alpha Squadron came under the Wing Commander's direction.  I went from second to nobody.//  *shrug*

Magnus: //...Says who?// *confused*

Rain:  *opens her eyes to give him a funny look*  //I'm just a grunt in the wing.//

Magnus: //No, the grunts are Quickstrike and Whiplash, and the other set of brothers...// *giving her a look that almost dares to be challenging*

Rain:  *frown*  //I have no special rank.//

Magnus: //You're way too smart to be a grunt, Rain.//

Rain:  *shrug*  //Smart is as smart does.  It doesn't matter as much as how you can fly and how you can shoot.//

Magnus: //You didn't try to play "Who can avoid crashing into the ice first?" with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.// *Yawns again*

Rain:  *another shrug.  Still plainly thinks Tracks' sense of humor is weird*

Magnus: *absent snuggles as he starts to fall asleep*

Rain:  *snuggles back and shuts her eyes again, feeling content in having not only ganked the sparklet, but in having the one she's protective of where she can feel him while she sleeps too*

((co-written with random_xtras))