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Cybertron's Youngest Medic

6:00 AM, Third POV

"Mornin', Prowler."

"Jazz, I have asked you not to call me that."

"Ah know." Jazz smirks. "Bu' ya know ya like i'."

Prowl shakes his head before changing the subject. "You will have to go to the meeting today. I have to be at the police station at eight."

"For ya interview with them." Prowl nods. "All righ'. Ah'll see if ah can' ge' the minu'es from Optimus when i's over."

"Thank you, Jazz, but I have already covered this possibility with Optimus. I am to report after the interview, and, if I get the job, I am to bring the paperwork from the base and do it here. We will have to take Mariposa to the base every Saturday for about an hour for meetings, but I am sure First Aid would watch her while we are there, and if he cannot, then I am sure one of his brothers will."

"Or, we can always leave her with Blue."

Prowl nods as Jazz stands to leave. "Have a good day."


7:00 AM, Normal POV

"Mariposa…"

"Morning, Carrier."

"Good morning, Sweetspark." He gently shakes the minicon that's laying on the outside of my big bed—he hasn't done more than nap on the new one when I'm gone, save that first night when Sire tucked him into it. "It is time to wake up, Fixit. You have to work today."

He groans. "At the base?"

"No. Mariposa is going back to school, and your position as her protector has been approved of by the General, so you must go with her."

"Bot form, or holoform?"

"Holoform for now, but that may change in the future, so be prepared."

"Okay…" He sits up with a groan. "How long do I have to get ready?"

"We usually leave at 7:51, but we need to leave by 7:45 so you can be checked in, and I can make my appointment."

"All right. I'll be down in a few minutes."

Carrier nods. "I will have your cube waiting."

"Thank you, Prowl."

"You are welcome. Mariposa, come. Jazz had an early meeting, and Bluestreak has already had his energon, so it will be the two of us at breakfast."

"But…Fixie?"

"I'm going to have mine once I get downstairs. I have to get ready first."

"Oh…okay." I sigh softly. "You can use my baffroom if you need'a cleans up, bu'… twy no' uses too much soaps?"

Fixit laughs softly. "Don't worry. I've already got some of my own while we were at the store together. Jazz made sure of it."

"Okay…" I follow Carrier down the stairs, and climb into my booster. He sets my yellow butterfly plate in front of me—it's got a butterfly pancake with strawberry syrup on top—with a matching cup of strawberry milk. Beside it is one of my sippy cups with Energon and an orange vitamin.

"Eat quickly, Sweetspark. I need to get you ready. I have my own appointment before work today."

"I have an interview."

"In'erview?"

"Yes." He smiles down at me. "I am hoping to start working with the police department soon."

"Police?" He nods. "You's gonna be a cop!"

"Yes. I am."

I grin up at him before hugging his leg. I'm still in my chair, of course—I've only eaten half my breakfast. "Yay! You's can keeps me safes!"

He crouches to me. His eyes look sad… "From the moment I met you, I have never stopped trying to keep you safe, Sweetspark." I look up at him nervously. "If I have not done my job, I am sincerely sorry, but even as a parent, you can only do your best."

"Oh…" I reach up to hug him again. "You do good so fars…no be sads, Mommy…"

"I never meant for you to be mistreated like you were, Mariposa. I only wanted to keep you from the war…but all I did was throw you into your own war…just like my first personal war…"

"Fiwst?"

"You are too young to know of the other, Sweetspark. It is bad enough you have PTSD from the abuse you endured." He nods down to my plate. "You need to finish your breakfast. We have to hurry this morning. I cannot be late, and neither can you." I nod, and quickly finish my food, drink my milk and energon, then slide out of my seat with my vitamin in my mouth.


"Hi, Fixie!"

The minicon turns to me. "Hey, Mari." He turns back to the few human clothes he has—Carrier and Sire have some as well, but they only have a few each, because they usually live in bot form, and it's the same with Bluestreak and Smokescreen. I have lots because I live in holoform. "Your Carrier said you have a uniform, so…"

"It's a polo and skirt, but the boys wear pants… Why?"

"Because he needs to wear something similar to the others at the school if he is going to help you." Carrier steps in, his holoform wearing a dark blue polo and black slacks with black shoes. "Fixit, most of the male adults will wear a collared shirt and slacks. The principal is the only one who wears a suit."

"Ah. Thank you." He pulls out some clothes before stepping into my bathroom. "I'll be right back."

Carrier nods and turns to me. "All right, we have to hurry." He quickly helps me into my uniform, then French braids my hair before putting my heart-end ties at the ends. Once he's done, he slips my school tiara in, then hands me my backpack, and turns to where Fixit is watching in the doorway. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay…"

"Fixit."

The minicon huffs. "I'm a little queasy, but I'll be fine, Prowl. I won't leave Mari to struggle with that bully on her own."

Carrier sighs before laying a hand on the minicon's shoulder. "I was not going to make you stay home. I was asking to see if you needed your nausea medication before we leave."

"Oh…please?"

"Of course." Carrier sighs as he stands. "Your cube is waiting on the table, and your medications are beside it. Please hurry if you can. We have to leave."

"Yes, Sir."

Carrier and I watch Fixit leave, then he turns to crouch beside me. "Now, keep in mind that Fixit is not going with you for any other reason but to help you defend yourself from the bullies. He is not there to do your assignments for you, or take you out of gym class."

"I knows… I won' ask-y him do dat…"

Carrier smiles. "Good girl. After today, we will see about getting some smaller stim toys—besides your tangle—to stay with him while you are at school, in case you need them."


We hit the last step right as Fixit slides out of his chair. "Are you ready to go?"

Fixit nods and shifts into holoform, revealing an orange polo and brown slacks. "I'm ready."

Carrier nods. "Let's go."


Carrier, Fixit, and I step into the office together. "Ms. Osario?" She pops her head up before smiling. "This is Noah Smith. He is here to help Marianne with her social problems."

The woman nods. "I'll be with you in just a minute. I need to get him a school ID."

Carrier gives her a confused look. "School ID?"

She nods. "Yes. As a government school, we had to increase security after 9-11, so now we require all adults working with the students in the daycare, up to sixth grade to have ID's so we can monitor who is around the kids, and those in the upper grades have an ID of their own."

"How long will this take?"

Ms. Osario sighs softly. "It should only take a minute. We've got the supplies right here, and it'll print in moments. I just need to get a picture of him…" She holds out a digital camera with a wire attached. "Smile!" She snaps the picture before nodding, and a moment later, Fixit is handed a clear badge clip, and a finished ID. "I assume he's already done all the required checks?" She barely turns from the computer, where she has to be doing an employee file.

Carrier nods. "Yes, Ma'am. We've also screened another, just in case he cannot work for one reason or another."

"And…would I be able to get his credentials?"

"Her." Carrier smiles. "And she is the same age as my brother, but she has been home-schooled, and has already finished her schooling."

"And her parents are okay with this?"

"Just a father." Carrier nods. "Yes. My spouse talked with both of them yesterday."

"Her name?"

"Rosanna, but we call her Rose."

"All right. We'll need her picture, but her ID is already in the computer. Noah…"

"I'm sure Mari can show me around well enough, and I don't plan on leaving her for more than a minute or two, so…"

"That's fine. Thank you, Peter."

"You are quite welcome, Ma'am."


I reach up and take Fixit's hand before leading him to my classroom. The door is mostly shut, but not latched. "This is First grade." I push the door open and smile at Ms. Weaver. "Hi!"

"Hi, Marianne. Who is this?"

"I'm Noah, Ma'am. I'm her new protector."

"Would you like me to tell you how she's doing in class?"

"Sure." He settles in one of the tiny chairs before waving me over. "Mari, I'll be right here with Ms. Weaver if you need me, okay?" I nod, causing him to look up to Ms. Weaver. "Where are the other children?"

"They're out on the playground."

"Why don't you play with the others for a minute while we talk?"

"Okay."


Fixit's POV

Ms. Weaver sighs. "She's been doing very well academically. I am only worried about how she's been handling her classmates. At least half the class has been ganging up on her, and I haven't been able to keep them from hurting her…"

"That's why I'm here." I sigh softly. There's only so much I can tell her about my past… "I have my own… Problems…but I know how to protect someone."

"Problems?"

I rub the back of my neck nervously. "I've had some trouble talking…"

"Ah… That's why you're not an academic aid?"

"Yes." I sigh nervously. I can't tell her about my carriage, or about the slaver…or how I'm going to be learning to read as she is… Of course, as a "nurse", I learned how to read and write our own language, but a slave isn't allowed more than a basic language download, so all I can really do is speak and understand English, but unlike Prowl or Jazz—or even Ratchet—I can't read it, or write it—anything that has to do with Earth, I can't do it…but I can protect Mari.

"What company did you come from?"

"Oh…I-I'm a family friend. Peter hired me to protect Mari because of what was going on here. I used to be a nurse, and an engineer."

"Oh… Interesting." She smiles at me. "You dropped all that just to help your friend's kid?"

"Yes, Ma'am." I look up at a sound.

"That's the bell. I can get you a chair, and you can sit beside her, or we can put you by the door if you're here as a form of Secret Service…"

I shake my head. "I'm just here because of the bullies, Ma'am." I glance behind me at the children settling into their desks. "I think I'll stay beside her."


Normal POV

"All right." Ms. Weaver leans out the door as Fixit steps over by me. "Rachel, could you get me a chair from sixth for a student aid?"

A pale girl with dark hair steps over. "A what?"

"One of my students has a new student aid, and he needs a chair."

"Special needs?"

"Yes and no. He's not here for academics, but as a protector. The child is autistic, but high-functioning."

"Right. I'll be right back."

"Thank you." She steps over to her desk right as Miko lays a pink slip of paper on the top. "Thank you, Miko." She quickly runs through attendance, watching for "Rachel". The second she returns, Fixit gets to sit, and we start on math.


With Prowl, Third POV

Prowl steps into the police station and looks around before stepping over to a desk. "I am here to speak with Chief Thompson?"

"Peter Tranquilli?" He nods. "He'll be with you in just a minute."

"Thank you." He steps over and sits in a lone folding chair.

It's only a few seconds before the man in question—with white skin and brown hair—steps out of a side room. "Peter?"

"Yes Sir." Prowl stands before following the Chief, and is quickly directed to a seat.

"Please, call me Chris." He leans forward on his desk, Prowl's resume and application both in his hands. "I have to say, you are one of the more impressive applicants we've seen. You've been a police officer since you got out of high school… You joined the military and became a second in command in the military months before 9-11…and…you're still working with them?"

"I've got a desk job with NEST, yes, but it hasn't brought as much money in as my family needs."

"Family?"

"I'm raising my younger brother, as well as a daughter, and my… Spouse…is special ops, so I'm usually raising our Autistic daughter alone."

"I understand. Police work may not pay much either…"

Prowl sighs. "I know, but I am hopeful that it will help with our expenses, and my daughter is very excited about my choosing to work as a "cop"."

"How soon can you start?"

"As soon as tomorrow. I have already been shifting things around with the base."


Normal POV, 3:10 PM

Fixit looks up at the sound of the bell before nudging me lightly, causing me to look up from the picture I'm working on. "Mari, it's time to go."

"Really?"

"The bell just rang."

"Oh!" I pull out my homework and school supplies before sticking them into my backpack, then turn to Fixit with a smile. "How'd you like my school?"

Fixit huffs. "I think I could do without watching the bullies torment you, but that's the whole reason I'm here."

We step outside to find Carrier's car waiting for us. Carrier steps out in holoform and slides the chair up. "How was school?"

"It was good."

"Noah?"

Fixit smiles at him from the other side of the car. "She was picked on a little, but it wasn't too bad today. That one girl from Church only stared at us."

"All right." Carrier's holoform nods. "I have Mariposa's clothes for her medical training in the back. Both of you need to get in."

Fixit slides into the passenger seat as Carrier buckles me in. "How did the interview go?"

Carrier smiles. "Very well, I think. He said he would call before Friday."

"You gonna be a cop?"

"Hopefully."


Carrier pulls into the base and lets us out before transforming. Fixit and I quickly go into bot form, and Carrier takes my hand. "Fixit, Rosanna needs to speak with you about when she is to take over for you, and how long your leave will be."

"Where is she?"

"She is in the rec-room at the moment."

"Thanks, Prowl!" Fixit runs off toward the rec-room, leaving Carrier and I standing in the doorway to the med-bay.

"Well? Are you two coming in, or not?"
I nod, and run over to the yellow medic. "Hi, Ratch!"

"Hello, Mariposa." I shift down to human form. "I hope you brought her something else to wear, Prowl." Carrier nods, and sets a grocery bag on the med-bay berth. Ratchet hands it to me. "Go change your clothes, Little One. First Aid will return from his break shortly, and we will have to get started."

"Yes, Sir." I run into his office, and change into a white long sleeved Elsa T-shirt, white Frozen print scrub pants, a white Frozen print scrub top, white socks, and new pink, white, and silver tennis shoes, then run back to the main med-bay space. "I'm back!"

"Good." Ratchet sighs softly. "We will be going over anatomy today, but with the twins around, you may get some hands-on training as well."

"I'm back, Ratchet."

"Aidie!"

He leans down to me with a smile. "Hey, Mari. Feeling better?" I nod. "That's good." He straightens up before turning to Ratchet. "Ready?"

Ratchet nods. "We are starting her out with Cybertronian anatomy, since she was struggling with terms, but I hope to have at least one patient for her today."

"Hopefully before she starts practicing on Fixit. I don't know how he'd react to that, especially since he's sparked."

"I wouldn't mind." We turn to see Fixit at the door. "D…do you mind if I helped out? I… I'm a nurse…"

Aid smiles. "Come on in."


7:00 PM

I sit on the edge of the medical berth and watch Aid go through a Cybertronian medical datapad that had been translated to English. They'd started out teaching me a few important sigils just in case they came up on a scanner, then moved on to this so I could get the basics down. I can learn to read and write Cybertronian later—I watched Ratchet write down that Carrier needs to teach me at home when he gets the chance.

"Ratchet?"

We look up to find Drift standing at the door with Serenity in his arms. Her foot is covered in energon. "What is it, Drift?"

"She cut her pede. I have no clue how, but she is leaking."

Ratchet sighs. "I can see that. Set her on the berth." Ratchet turns to me. "Mariposa?" I step over, shifting into bot form as I do, and climb the step-stool Ratchet had put in here for me. "All right. What's the first step?"

"Ratchet…"

"She has medical savantism. We are training her early." He turns to me. "Mari?"

I look over the foot that's really not any bigger than my own before reaching over for a gauze pad. After I wipe away the extra energon as gently as I can, I nod. "Looks like she stepped on something sharp."

She nods. "I-I think it was a n-nail…"

"Sharp enough to hurt our kind?"

Drift sighs. "Hound and Miko were building something in the rec-room."

I nod. "That'd do i'." I glance down. "Fixie… I needs more of dese." I wave the gauze pad, and a moment later he hands a few more up to me. "Thank you." I take another one and hold it over the hole as gently as I can. "We need to seal it, Ratch…"

"And you are still too young to use the welder, so you need to move over." I slip back to where I'm sitting beside her as Ratchet retrieves a welder and returns to us. "Good girl. Now, I need you to sit very still, okay Serenity?"

She nods as I take her hand. "Just look at me, okay? Ratchie's gonna fixie you up really quick, and you'll be all better."

"Why you lellow?"

I shrug. "Don' know." I don't. Carrier's black and white, and Sire's silver. "Why you pinks? Dwift's no' pinks."

"Siwe was wed." She smiles at me. "You's nice. I fought you would be means…cause you's…"

I know what she means. Carrier's pretty strict with the other bots. "I's a pwincess. I gotsta be nice." I glance over to Ratchet, then smile at her. "See? All better nows."

"How have you been feeling lately, Drift?"

"Ratchet, I am fine. Transfer happened before we ever reached Earth."

"Cawiew's gonna has a spawkling."

I nod. "Mommy wants ta wai' a little more. We jus' got togethers 'gain."

"Oh…" She smiles shyly. "You likey be wifs youw Cawiew?"

"Yeah…he's nicer than my human parents."

"Mariposa, it is time to go home."

I look up, and grin when I see Carrier. "Mommy!" I glance over to Ratchet. "Does I hasta go?"

"You can come back tomorrow, Sweetspark. You are more than capable."

"Mommy?"

"You will be returning tomorrow."

"An…Friday?"

"After skating."

"Your lessons will be shorter on Fridays, and you will not have any on the weekends."

"Awh…" I smile over at Serenity as Carrier picks me up. "Bye-bye, Serenity. Be more carefuler next time!"

She waves at me. "I will! Bye-bye!"


Home

Carrier and I step inside, Fixit trailing behind. "Fixie? You okays?"

"I'm fine, Mari. Just really tired." He smiles. "It was nice, to work in a medbay again though…"

"Well, you can get to berth as soon as you get some energon." Carrier turns to me. "And you need to get your homework done, because you need to be in berth by nine."

"Bedtime change?"

"Yes, we had to change your berth-time so we could have time for homework." Carrier crouches to me. "Are you okay with that? I made sure you would still get enough rest before school."

"I's otay." I smile up at him. "I loves med'cine, Mommy!"

"I am glad you do."