Okay, so here is chapter 2! There's something with the dialogue I want to point out. Asha's still a really young kid, so its natural that she pronounces words wrongly and has bad grammar. Basically, for her part of the dialogue, its bad grammar and adding an "s" at the end of the word so you=yous and I=Is. Just to make sure you guys don't get confused :P
Depth Charge woke to the beeping of his ship's systems. They had reached their destination. He had decided to take a detour to a small backwater planet to bring Asha to a medic for a quick check-up, just in case she had obtained any injuries that had gone unnoticed. Switching to manual control, he landed the Starhopper in the planet's fairly busy spaceport. Climbing out, he took a brisk pace to the nearest motel he could find with Asha in his arms. He'd have to wash her off before going to the clinic unless he wanted people to think he was a raving lunatic.
The room he rented was small, but comfortable. Depth Charge rummaged around a cabinet for a blanket. Wrapping Asha's small form with the microfiber cloth, he laid her on the couch gently. Stalking to the wash racks, he kneeled by the decently sized bath tub and started filling it with warm water.
He glanced over his shoulder at the youngling on the couch, making sure that she was still there before turning back to the tub. After testing the temperature of the water to make sure it wouldn't be too hot or cold he stood up and walked over to the couch to rouse the girl. He froze upon reaching the couch. The blanket was empty and her spectacles were all that was left of her. Cursing, he whipped around frantically searching for the girl when he heard a splash and laughter coming from the wash racks.
Slowly, he turned around, his jaw dropping at what he saw. Low and behold, there was one dark skinned organic youngling splashing around in the tub, bloody clothes on the floor. How did she… Depth Charge's head swiveled between the couch and the tub. She was just… I just… he thought dumbly. The girl was obliviously swimming around in the tub. Shaking his helm in disbelief and picking his jaw off the floor, he made his way to the washracks.
"Having fun?" he asked her, regaining his composure. The girl's eyes lit up when she saw him.
"Depth Charge!" she cried happily. Suddenly, she frowned, eyeing his armour.
"Yous dirty," she declared. Depth Charge raised and optic ridge in amusement.
"Yous must bathers. Come play!" she said, motioning towards the tub. Depth Charge looked at the child in amusement. He had been worried that she would be one of those kids who didn't like taking baths. It was clear he had been worrying about nothing. The mech turned his gaze to the floor of the washracks. Water which had splashed out from the tub had mixed with the blood stained clothes creating an ungodly mess. The kid noticed.
"Oopsies. Sowwie," she said sheepishly.
"Is cleans!" she declared suddenly, trying to stand up in the tub. Her efforts ended up with her slipping and sloshing more water onto the floor.
Sighing, Depth charge said, "No, I'll clean it up. You stay in the tub." The girl looked at him worriedly.
"But yous dirties," she protested, wildly waving her arms at him. Depth Charge smiled behind his mask.
"I'll join you once I'm done, Okays?" The girl looked at him uncertainly.
"Okays, but yous calls mes if yous needs helps, kay?" she said firmly.
Chuckling, Depth Charge nodded and replied, "Is calls."
Grabbing a towel from the rack nearby, he began wiping up the mess on the floor. Suddenly, he froze in a sudden realisation of what he had said. Groaning silently, he finished cleaning the mess and dumped the towel and clothes in a bin. What type of self-respecting mech says "Is calls", he thought to himself furiously. He stalked past the tub to the shower, not pausing when Asha called him.
"Let me wash off my armour first, kid," he mumbled distractedly and was replied with a bright "Okays". Primus, he was already speaking like her even though he had been with her for less than three hours. Shaking his helm disbelievingly, he turned on the shower and started scrubbing the blood off his armour with the motel provided sponge. Once her was certain his armour was blood-free, he stepped out of the shower, took off his mask and stripped off all his armour (save his codpiece obviously). Walking back to the tub, he climbed in, letting out a pleased sigh and off lined his optics as the warm water engulfed his bare protoform. He shifted as he felt a pair of curious hands running over his body, probing and prodding at his protoform.
He onlined his optics upon feeling the hands run over his face and nearly had a spark attack when was met with the sight of Asha's face right in front of his own. Steady mech, he thought to himself.
"Yous pretty," she observed nonchalantly.
"Is likes yous skin," she continued.
"Is pretties."
Asha gave him a bright smile to which he couldn't help but respond with a smile of his own, though "pretty" wasn't exactly how he would describe himself. The youngling reached up to his helm to run a hand across his helm fins. It seemed like she'd gotten pretty attached to them. He leaned into her touch, optics shuttering and purred. Wait- WHAT! Depth Charge's helm shot up, faceplates burning in heat and looked at the girl in his lap. She cocked her head giving him a slight grin that said I'll keep your secret safe. Giving the girl a stern glare that told her of the suffering she would endure if she spoke to anyone about what had just happened, to which he was answered with an illegally innocent gaze, he settled back against the tub, carefully circling his arms around her fragile body and surrendered himself to her tender mercies. Checking his internal chronometer, he decided that a short nap was in order. After all, the water did feel very nice and Asha's curious fingers were doing wonders to ease away the pit shaking processor ache that had been present with him for the past few weeks. A few minutes of recharge wouldn't hurt anyone.
Yay! So that's the second chapter. Hopefully DC wasn't too OOC :\ Reviews are extremely helpful, of course :D