dens_tf_den | BW2verse, Autobot Base, End of the Day

Wheeljack: *work work work. Needs a nut. Holds hand near his son's mouth*

Eclipse: *spits out a nut, before returning his attention to getting the grease off the rest of the ones in his mouth*

Wheeljack: *checks the nut for cleanliness and then sets it into place and starts tightening it* Thanks, 'Clipse.

Eclipse: *Tries to happily babble at Papa, has his mouth full*

Wheeljack: *working away* Sat so?

Eclipse: *Happy babeh, has nummy grease*

Wheeljack: *tests that nut with his fingers, then reaches his hand over to Eclipse's mouth again*

Eclipse: *out comes another nut*

Wheeljack: *fingers run over the face of his invention, and then he's screwing this nut into place too* Thanks.

Eclipse: *Happy sounds around his mouthful of nuts*

Bluestreak: *Coming to check on mate and son*

Wheeljack: *puts hand down, tilts head* You see where I put my wrench, 'Clipse?

Bluestreak: *As Eclipse tries to squeak* Here it is... *will bring the wrench over* Are you behaving? *is she asking Eclipse or Wheeljack?*

Wheeljack: 'Course we are. *happy sound in his voice as he takes the wrench and tightens that nut. And then he reaches for another one*

Eclipse: *Is the amazing baby-sized nut dispenser!*

Bluestreak: *Soft chuckle*

Wheeljack: *thanks his son and sets that nut into place too* Once we get this up and running we'll have lots of energon for everybody.

Bluestreak: That's great, Wheeljack! Maybe if we don't have to worry about having enough energy, we can try and see if we can find Tracks or at least see if we can find where he might have gotten to and if he's hurt, maybe we can get him to a medic....

Eclipse: *Trying to say something, but ends up drooling black*

Bluestreak: *Fusses over baby now!*

Wheeljack: *turns his head* Careful, don't make him swallow the nuts.

Bluestreak: *Clicking and wiping up the drooled grease*

Wheeljack: *listens, and then checks his machine* I need another one of those. *but he's not sure where the bitty is now*

Bluestreak: *Will put a nut in your hand, Wheeljack*

Wheeljack: Ah, thanks! *work work work!*

Eclipse: *Happy baby, can hear Mama's spark where he's being cuddled against her chest*

Wheeljack: There. Now I just need to cut the vanes out and put 'em together. *absently wipes grease off on his chest*

Bluestreak: *Will bring Eclipse over* Do you need help cutting the vanes out?

Wheeljack: Yeah, probably, they all haveta be the same size and shape. *pauses and tilts his head slightly* What time is it?

Eclipse: *Spits his mouthful of nuts out and leans to try and lick the grease on Daddy's chest*

Bluestreak: *Lets her mate know the time*

Wheeljack: *disappointed* Ah, I know what Ratchet thinks'a me workin' after dark. I guess I better... meep! What's that? *tickled by bitty tongue*

Bluestreak: You've got grease on your chest... *Chuckle* Eclipse, stop licking Wheeljack...

Eclipse: *Squeak! Squeak squeak chatter!*

Wheeljack: *laughs and reaches for the area in relation to the babble that will let him rub his son's head* Guess I need a bath, huh? Were you comin' to bring us to bed, Blue?

Bluestreak: Yeah... *puts her hand on Wheeljack's arm as Eclipse babbles happily*

Wheeljack: *cheerfully* Water, bluh. *ready to follow his lady, after he's ducked his head and seen if he couldn't get himself a kiss first*

Bluestreak: *Gentle kiss, will move to lead Wheeljack to the bathing area*

Wheeljack: *will make his usual bad example to Eclipse by grumping and flailing through the whole process, and then fall asleep as he's being dried*

Eclipse: *Squealy clickstorm as he gets a bath too, then he's clicking at Daddy as Mama tries to get everyone back to quarters*

Prowl: *hears all the sparklet chatter as he passes on his rounds of the base and looks into the washracks* Bluestreak? Did he do it again?

Bluestreak: Yeah.... *Small pout*

Prowl: *worried frown at sister's pout. Instead of picking Wheeljack up as he usually does he draws back his hand with the thought of giving the scarred mech a punch in the side*

Eclipse: *Is tired, SQUEAL!*

Wheeljack: *bolts up at the squeal* 'Clipse? Blue, what's wrong with the baby?

Prowl: *unbunches fist and steps back*

Bluestreak: *Fussing over Eclipse now, trying to get the tired and fussy mechlet calmed down* I think he's ready for bed, and you fell asleep again, and I guess he got a bit upset by that because I think he's gotten used to snuggling between us....

Wheeljack: Ah mech... I'm sorry, Blue. *gets up and puts his arms around where he can hear their voices coming from* Let's get to bed.

Prowl: *slipping away*

Bluestreak: *Snuggles against Wheeljack* Yeah....

Eclipse: *Wibble bibble, can has sleep time soon?*

Wheeljack: *gentle kiss for his son's little head, and then brings his family to bed*

((co-written with

random_xtras))