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Quickening

November 23, 2016, Command Center

It's been a month since Fixit got sick, and, while he's over the virus, he's still pretty weak from it. Most of the time he stays in the command center—unless he needs his energon. It's especially hard on him now because his wheels won't even fasten at this point, which means he can't really go anywhere on his own—which is driving him nuts. Of course, I've taken it up with Ratchet about trying to fix those little rounded feet so he can move around like Jetstorm and Slipstream, but I don't know how we'll manage that while he's carrying.

Even with all that, I have to say that the fact the little guy's starting to show is just precious. It's already noticable, which means anyone but me bringing it up has him either in tears—usually when they leave—or snapping at the person who said it. Most of the bots are doing their best to avoid the little guy, whereas I do my best to keep him on as level a plain as possible. I know these extremes are only because he's carrying a large number of sparklings, and he's tired and uncomfortable on a good day—he's even had days where he's still purging!

"Mari?"

Speaking of the little guy… "Yeah, Sweets? What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry."

"Want me to get you a couple cubes?" He glares at me. "Well okay, then…" I shake my head as I try not to laugh—he's just adorable, even when he's mad at me. "Would you rather come with me?"

He huffs, but sighs resignedly all the same. "Wish I could do it myself…"

"I know… Ratch and I are working on it, okay?"

He nods, smiling at the mention of my now-bonded mate, who, while still working from the ship, has moved it to the woods outside the scrapyard so he can spend as much time with me as he can. Of course, we're still not spending as much time as we'd like together, but, while the room is now tall enough to fit a full-sized mech or femme, we can't make it any bigger, so he'd have to stay in holoform to sleep in the bed with me, and I usually keep Fixit in the bed too, so we'd still have a minicon with us no matter what. "I just want to get my own energon for once…"

"I know, Little One. We're trying to figure out how to help you, and we've got a plan in the works, but…"

Fixit smiles up at me, but there's more than a little fear in his eyes. "But?"

"But, it depends on two things."

"What?"

"For starters… How would you like to be able to walk on your own?"

"W-walk?" I nod. "Mari… H-how…"

"Ratchet's got a plan almost finished. We're wanting to fix your feet, so you can walk on your own, and you'll never need those wheels again."

"R-really?" He looks down for a moment before looking back up to me. "What's h-holding him back?"

I run a hand over his head. "Your consent, for starters, and he's not sure how the sparklings would fare with you in medical stasis for a long period of time, and he's not sure how long this will take yet."

"Well, he has my consent." Fixit smiles up at me nervously. "And if he's that worried about stasis, we can use something local."

"Fixit…"

"I'm serious. I'll be fine under local, and I'm tired of being waited on already!"

I hold up my hands placatingly, smiling all the while—he's losing his cool again—which has happened a lot lately, mostly because he's not able to do much without his wheels and he's moody. Of course, I find this a little funny, even when it's at me. "All right, all right! Easy, Little Mech! Let's get you some energon, then we'll see if Ratchet's around. If he's not here, we'll go out to the ship, okay?"

He nods. "Think he'll do it today?" I shrug. "I want to walk."

"I know." I run a hand over his head. "And you'll be able to—though I'd advise using the stair chair anyway until you spark—you're back's already giving you trouble, and it's only going to get worse until you spark."

"I know. Can we go now? I'm really hungry."

I nod, and help him up before putting an arm around his back, allowing him to lean on me. "Come on. We'll get you some energon…"

Ship

"Ratchet?"

"Mari?" He turns from the computer at his desk—I know without asking that he's working on the plan for Fixit's feet—with a smile. "Hey, Sweetspark. What's going on?"

I smile back. "I was talking with Fixit about the plan…"

"Mari…"

"And he's really excited about it. He's—"

Fixit pipes up from the floor beside me—even though he can't see over the desk. "Can we do it now?"

Ratchet laughs. "Sorry, Little One. It's too late today, but we can do it as early as tomorrow."

"You finished it?"

He nods. "I did. If he's as far along as the scans say he is—and they're not usually wrong—then we'll be able to put him under safely, and monitor them throughout."

"I should be about four and a half to five months by now…"

Ratchet smirks. "You're actually four months, three weeks, and five days. If there weren't so many, I'd be able to tell you what you were having." He sighs, glancing over the little guy's swollen plating with a sigh. "But you need to be eating a lot more, Little One…you barely look like you're carrying one sparkling…"

He wimpers. "I…I'm still purging though… I…it won't stay down most days…"

"Mari's told me, Little One… I'm aware of it…and I know how hard you're trying to keep it down… We'll see what we can do about this when you're here tomorrow, okay?"

"O-okay… M-Mari?"

I smile before picking him up, and set him on the desktop so he can see Ratchet better. "That better?"

"Y-yeah." He turns to Ratchet with a sigh. "Lunch stayed down so far, but I've had a pretty good day so far, too…"

"The more stressed he gets, the harder it is to keep his 'gon down…"

"That's normal, Sweetspark. How's his weakness? Getting better?"

I nod. "Slowly, but surely. He's getting stronger every day."

"That's good." He taps a few keys before standing. "If I'm going to be in the operating room for most of the day tomorrow, I guess I'd better take the rest of the day off, so we can have some time together beforehand."

"Thanks, Doc."

We're only about half-way back to the scrapyard when I feel Fixit shift in my arms. "Little One?"

"I-I think…" Ratchet turns to him worriedly, causing him to shake his head as his eyes light up. "Mari! I just felt them kick!"

"Holy…" I immediately reach my free hand over to try and feel for myself. I smile at him when I do. Now that I'm bonded, I can't wait to have my own, but of course, we hardly ever get the time alone to try… "Wow… Little One…"

"That's not what I thought he was going to say."

I scoff lightly. "Just because he's having multiples doesn't mean he's going to go into early labor, Ratch. He could be late for all you know."

"Yeah." Fixit huffs. "And it's getting a little tiring having you hover over me so much…"

"Sorry, Little One…

November 24, 2016

"Fixit, you need to wake up, Little One…"

"No…"

"Fixit, we've got to get you down to Ratchet, so you can get your feet fixed."

"I thought I'd dreamed that…"

"Nope!" I smile slightly. "Now come on. We've got to get moving."

I carry Fixit down to Ratchet's ship and get him settled in with the medic before slipping out. Bee and I need to train—combined. We haven't gotten the chance to do so since before we found Fixit, which means we were still on Cybertron. "Mari? You coming?"

"I'm on my way…"

"Fixit settled in?"

"Yep. He's with Ratchet, and I'm on my way."

"Good. We're all ready for training. Heatwave's got their training facility set up for us, so we'll have to leave as soon as you're back. Strongarm has the coordinates to bridge us back."

"All right. I'll be there in five."

Afternoon

I'm waiting just inside the ship when Ratchet steps out of his med-bay. "Ratchet?"

"How long have you been there?"

I shrug. "Not long. Half hour at the most."

"Mari…"

"Bee and I had combiner training in Maine this morning. I've only been here since we got back from the training center."

"All right." He sighs. "Now that we're through that, would you like to know how the surgery went?" I nod, causing him to smile as he leads me to Fixit's side. "Everything went very well, and the sparklings are doing great. He'll need a few days to heal before I want him trying to walk. I've got a hoverchair for him to use until then, and I want you to keep a close optic on him for complications. I'll come by at least once a day to check up on him."

"Thanks, Ratch."

"M-Mari?"

I smile down at him. "Hey, Little One. How you feeling?"

"T-tired…"

I pick Fixit up as gently as I can. "Come on…let's get you back home, Baby. You need to sleep this off…" I sigh and glance over to Ratchet. "Ratch? The chair?"

"Hmmm?"

"You're gonna have to use a chair for a few days until you're healed, but it'll fly by."

"Th-thanks…"

I run a hand over his head before smiling as he lays it on my shoulder. "Just rest, Little One. We're heading home now…" I glance up to Ratchet after checking to make sure Fixit's recharging soundly. "Don't get too upset about how little he's gained, Ratch. He'll get there." I shrug. "Poor little guy's still purging most of what he takes in…"

"I can give him something for the nausea, Mari."

"I know…" I sigh heavily. "It's just…not easy, watching him like this… I don't even like talking about it…"

"I know, Mari…" He sighs heavily. "Well…Sweetspark…"

"Well? Ratch, what—" I turn to find him holding up his medical kit, and smile. "You're moving into the scrapyard?"

"I'll need to move the ship tomorrow, but being apart is…"

"Too much." I grin over to him. "I'd hug you, but my hands are full."

"I can see that."

"Ratchet…"

"We'll figure out where to put the ship…"

"Fixit won't leave the Alchemor…"

"I'm aware of that, Mari. We'll figure out how we can all stay together in the command center. He needs us both."

I step into the command center and get the minicon settled on the bed before heading back out to join Ratchet. "He'll have us both—finally."

"Hey, Ratch!"

He waves to Bee with a huff. "Question is, will we ever get peace again?"

"You're asking the symbiote carrier of a sparked minicon if we'll get peace." I shake my head. "Ratchet, peace is the last thing on my mind right now, because I want those babies to survive more than I want peace…"