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More Revivals

"…Double?"

"Aid?"

"What—"

Aid holds up a finger, temporarily silencing the group of eleven—the Aerials, his brothers, myself, and Fixit. "Ratchet… What do you mean double?"

"Silverbolt is right about the two as well."

Aid's finger slips off his comm link, and he sinks back to the couch, tears in his eyes. All four remaining original Protectobots move to him as quickly as they can, hoping to comfort him. Spot's the only one able to find his voice at the time. "Aid…" Aid shakes his head and smiles as a tear rolls down his cheek. Within moments, he's back up and clinging to me tightly. "Aid?"

"What happened, Aid?"

Aid sits back down on the couch, this time with me beside him. "Double confirmation…"

"Double? Aid…"

"Double confirmation, Spot." He grins. "We found them!"
"So…that means…"

Aid nods. "She's our sister, but she's also my daughter."

Streetwise's optics widen in surprise. "And half of a set of combiner twins."

"Would that explain why I've noticed my Cybertronian side growing lately?"

"Yep."

Streetwise slumps onto the couch beside Aid. "We separated a combiner…after everything we've gone through…then we did it to our own family…without even knowing…"

"Streets…" I sigh and move to where I'm sitting between him and Aid, and takes Street's hand in both of mine. "I'm a survivor, Streets, and so is Claire…just like…well, my Carrier, I guess… When things got bad, I kept going for others, even when I wanted it to end… When I lost Mam… When my adopted mom was dying… When I got fired from EMS… When I'd get abused…or neglected… When no one understood me… And especially during that fight with Claire… When I was ready to just give up…I had to keep going…for them…because they needed me…"

"That's what I did for Ratchet…Wheeljack…and the Aerials… When I thought I'd lost my brothers…I hung on for them…because they weren't ready to let me go…" He drains the rest of the energon and stands with a sigh. "Speaking of, we've got work to do, Mari."

"Right! The revivals!"

"I can't wait to tell Wheeljack we found your kids!"

"Flight…" Silverbolt shakes his head. "I know you're excited, but let Mari and Aid do that, okay? It's their news."

"Oh…"

I glance down to Fixit. "Groove, could you go grab Fixit's coat?"

"Sure…"

Groove quickly returns, and I get the minicon bundled into it before the seven of us start out to the med-bay.

"First Aid… I thought—"

I shrug. "We still have to finish the revivals, Ratch."

"He really wants to tell Wheeljack, too…"

"We all do…"

"Which is why he's last."

"What?"

I cross my arms at the group. "We'll have more time to talk with him after everything's done, and this way I'll be able to be a part of the conversation too."

"Good point."

"Thanks, Blades." I start with the twins—Sideswipe and Sunstreaker—then move on to Ironhide, followed by Mirage, Jazz, and finally Wheeljack. As I go, Ratchet runs basic medical scans on them, while Groove follows me with an energon cube. "All right. Wheeljack, you stay. Everyone else, shoo."

"What?"

"Shoo." I pause to think. "Protectobots notwithstanding."

"That's better."

"HEY!"

"You can talk with Aid later, Sideswipe. Mari's got things to do."

"Mari?"

I hold out a hand. "Mariposa Prime at your service, Sunstreaker." He shakes it before Ratchet chases him out. "Thank you, Ratch." I sigh softly. "Now then…Wheeljack…"

"You're a new-build, aren't you? Earth metal? Is that why your wrist is bandaged?"

I shift down to human form before leaning on Aid's foot. "Not exactly…the wrist is a nerve disorder caused by an old injury…back when I was fourteen…though it started in my foot." I nuzzle into Aid's foot.

"Wheeljack…" Aid sighs. "Remember when I had to send my sparklets off-ship before they transferred?"

"Yeah…" Aid nods down to me. "Oh, Primus! Mari's…wow…" He crouches down to me. "I guess I'm your grand-creator, then…" He looks up to Aid. "Where's her twin?"

I look down. "Still too young to leave her family…"

"The second didn't get a human body until Mari's was seven… She's sixteen at this moment, and still in Indiana."

"So this was the Texas spark, or…"

Aid shakes his head. "Both went into military families. The younger girl is the Texas spark, but the male parent was active military at the time, and they traveled a lot." Aid sighs. "She's the Star Healer."

"I'd assumed, after she said she was a Prime." He turns to me. "So where are we, right now?"

"Just outside Chicago." I smile slightly as tears fill my eyes. "I-I watched you die…"

"Mari…"

"It was in a movie, Wheeljack, but it hurts her…"

"Hot Spot… How would you know that? Unless she told you, but she seems a lot like her Carrier…"

"We…added her to our sibling bond…before we knew who she was…" Hot Spot nods down to Fixit. "She's got a minicon, too, and he's already got a strong symbiote bond. He's only been here since the 16th, and Aid suspects that he'll find his way into the gestalt bond before too much longer."

"He needs the connection, Wheeljack. He's sparked…"

Fixit nods. "Four miscarriages…"

"Oh, Little One…" Wheeljack sighs. "I hope this one works out…"

"It should…with Mari and her brothers…or should I call them uncles?"

"Brothers works fine, Bitty." I run a hand over his head. "How you feeling?"

"Tired…and my tanks are starting to…" He pauses for a moment, and I turn to him worriedly when I hear a gag, and a hard gulp. "…Act up again…" He suddenly claps a hand over his mouth.

"I got 'im." Groove rushes past me and scoops him up on the way toward the med-bay bathroom.

"Thanks, Groove." I wince at the sound of purging from the back room before turning back to Wheeljack, looking slightly wobbly, but strong enough to fight it off. "Morning sickness."

"Are you okay? You look—"

"It's a stress reaction, Wheeljack. She's going through a lot, and she gets nauseous—" I glare up at Spot at the mistake. "Er, nauseated—when she's really stressed out, but she's also squeamish, so she gets nauseated when others are sick, too… Sorry, Mari…"

"You'll catch on."

Blades points down at me. "Vocabulary Nazi…"

I shrug. "I'm strict when it comes to using the right word. Sometimes they get mad over it, but not often."

"And the sister…I assume it's a sister?"

Aid looks upset again. "Split-spark combiner twins, Wheeljack… If it weren't for them being transferred to Indiana, they never would have met…"

Groove sighs heavily. "Then there was the fight a year after…"

"Fight?"

I nod. "Verbal…and more of a fight for than a fight against…but it was still really hard on me…"

"What happened?"

Spot sighs. "A brat of a little girl tried to take her sister away…while Mari thought she could lose her because she was just a friend…and she did her best to keep the brat from taking her, only to lose her for a weekend…they were both nauseated from Mari's stress… Silver suspected she was gestalt from the moment he spoke with her, but that event just proved to him that she was."

Aid nods. "To the five of us too. We've known that for…four days now…just got official confirmation today."

Wheeljack gives me a worried look. "And…she hasn't even seen her sister since she got here?"

I nod. "Two weeks…but it was more than that because we only saw each other in church, and I couldn't go because of PTSD symptoms… Dizziness and headaches from anxiety…"

"Oh, Mari…" Wheeljack runs a finger over my head. "It's all right. We'll get her back for you as soon as we can…" He looks up to Aid with a soft sigh. "This can't be easy on you…"

"It's a lot better now that I have Mari… It was a lot worse before… Before we met her…"

"Aid…" Spot steps over and lays a hand on his back. "It's all right. We've got one back, and we know where the second is… We'll have them together before you know it…"

"I know, Spot…" He shakes his head. "It's kind of sad that they have to grow this fast, and they don't get to have a childhood, though…"

"I doubt they'd want to…being who they're born too. Mari seems to love her work in here…"

"Oh, she does… She almost started a fight with Ratchet when he told her she was too young to learn, and still argues over who teaches her… She wanted me to, after all…"

"What do you think the other femme will be like?"

Aid shrugs. "I'm hoping she won't be like Blades, but I'll be all right if she is."

I shake my head. "She's kind of…verbally violent in her sleep—she talks in her sleep by the way—but she's never been physically so. If she ever got mad she'd punch the ground, rather than hurt anyone living…felt bad for the grass, though…" Aid laughs. "It's alive, Aid. Plants are alive, just like we are." I shrug. "Anyway, she doesn't want to fight either, but she said she would if we have to. We both hate the idea of it, though…"

"I can imagine. Groove hates it, too…and your Carrier, obviously…"

"She wants to train with us, once she's here…"

Aid looks down to me. "She wants to what?"

"She wants to train as a medic…"

"Oh…" Aid smiles. "That's great! I'll get to teach the two of you this summer…"

I smile as Groove steps over with Fixit in his arms. "He's still feeling pretty rotten, so I think we'll need to get him back inside…"

"Um…" We turn to find Bluestreak in the doorway. "I hate to interrupt, but Prowl said there's a car chase in progress…and dispatch called…they're asking for Defensor."

"We're on our way." Spot turns to Wheeljack. "Duty calls!"

"Can I tell the team?"

Spot grins. "YES!"

"Aid?"

Aid nods, already all but out the door. "Of course! Go ahead!"

"Ratch?" The medic turns to me. "Watch him for me? We've got a call, and—"

"I've got him. Go!"

I run inside and shift forms before grabbing my coat, then run back out back to find only Blades left. "Everyone else already took off. Spot's on the comms with dispatch right now."

"And I actually get to go?"

"Yep!" Blades huffs. "They're sending you with me because they want to keep me in the air. They know I wouldn't hurt you, so…"

"Blades…" I shake my head. "Even in Rescue Bots, you hate being air support, but that won't change. That's your job on rescue calls…and you can either hate it, or love it, but you have to accept it either way."

"And if I don't want to?"

"You don't have a choice there, Blades…" I squeeze my eyes closed tightly as we lift off.

"We're off the ground now…"

"I know…just…let me know when we're at altitude…"

"Scared?"

"Of heights… Yes… and there's a window under the console…"

"You can look now."

I flutter my eyes open and look out the window. "We're not that high…"

"I stayed lower for you." He sighs. "But if we go into the city, then I'll have to go higher."

home

As soon as we're off the call, I head into the med-bay. "How's Fixit?"

"He purged again, a few minutes after you left, but he has been recharging since then."

"Thanks, Ratch…sorry I had to leave him here…"

"Don't be. You had a call. I know emergencies happen, Mari. I am a medic."

"Chief Medical Officer. Either way, thank you." I nod, and take Fixit as gently as I can. "Come on, let's get you inside, Bitty." I sigh heavily. "You look like you really need a nap, too." He nods. "All right, we'll get you tucked in as soon as we can, okay?" He nods again, and we start for the door. "All right, let's get you settled in…you need your rest more than anything…" I step through the door.

"So next time, you take her."

"What's going on in here?"

I step over to the living room, to find Spot around the corner with his arms crossed, while Aid and Blades talking about Primus only knows what. "Guys?"

"Mari, it's all right…"

"B-Blades?"

"I don't hate you, Mari…honest…"

Aid steps over and lays a hand on my shoulder. "Blades was telling me what happened on the call, and how scared you were… He said I'd have to take you next time so he doesn't scare you by accident…because of your fear of heights."

"Blades?"

"Really, Spot. You and Mari just came in at the wrong moment. I know I sounded rude, but…I'm just tired of rescue work right now. I—"

"You want a battle." He nods. "Well, I don't know when we'll have one, so…"

"I'm trying to calm down, but it isn't easy…" Blades steps over before hugging me. "I'm sorry if I upset you…"

"I know, and don't be. I've had my moments too… See if Sunstreaker wants to spar…or Slings…" I step past Spot and into to my office before tucking Fixit into his oak bed in the office and making sure he's comfortable. I check the can beside his bed to make sure it's empty before getting settled at my desk. It's only a moment before he drifts off, and I stand before searching for my brother and apparent uncle. "Spot?"

"What's wrong, Mari?"

"If I sent a list out with you, would you be able to pick some things up for me?"

"Of course…but why?"

"Fix is really sick today, and I was thinking that we should have an extra bed out here for him, just in case he needs it…"

"That's a good idea. Get me the list, and I'll take Optimus with, and we'll get what you'll need."

"Thanks, Spot. Let me know when you get back. I'll be in the office with Fixit." I sigh and look around. "Where is everyone?"

"Aid's out at the med-bay with Ratchet, and the others went out to the rec room with Wheeljack and the new revivals. You can go out there if you want to. Flight's there…"

"I know…" I actually hadn't. "But I need to stay with Fixit right now, and he needs to get some rest."

"Okay… I'll take over for you when I get back, if you want me to…"

"We'll see, Spot…"

"All right." I step back into my office to write the list, adding a baby monitor just in case, then hand the list to Spot. Once he leaves, I peek back at Fixit before heading out to find my Carrier.