I only own Marianne! Everything else belongs to Hasbro!
~Bonds, Hot Spot~
~Bonds, Blades~
~Bonds, First Aid~
~Bonds, Groove~
~Bonds, Streetwise~
~Bonds, Marianne/Mariposa~
"Normal"
'Thoughts'
"Comms or phone, other side"
"Bumblebee, Tones"
"Bumblebee, Comms"
"Bumblebee, Radio"
Bad Mornings
Monday, 3:00 am
The first thing I come aware of is the disturbing sound of someone purging. 'Great…'
The next thing I come aware of is the presence of Fixit's spark in the pile, but the absence of Spot's spark. 'Damnit…'
I inch out of the cuddle pile and step into the hall before stretching. 'What time is it…' I look up at a clock. '3:00 in the morning? DAMNIT!' I sigh before starting for the other end of the hall.
I grab a wrag from the cabinet before peeking in the open door. Spot's kneeling in front of the toilet with his head against the wall. I knock on the door frame. "Spot? Can I come in?"
He nods before purging again.
Having to watch him like this hurts, but I'm not running—not anymore, and definitely not like this. I wet the wrag quickly with cold water, and wring it out before stepping over to the mech as he leans back against the wall. "Easy. It's all right." I wipe his mouth off with the rag before folding it over and wiping off his forehead. "Why didn't you wake us up?"
He sighs. "I didn't want to make the rest of you sick…"
I nod. "That alone makes sense." I sigh. "Ready to get back to bed?" He gives me a look. "Your own bed."
He sighs heavily before nodding. ~I hate not being able to stay with the others, though…~
~I hate not having you there…~ I shrug. ~Which is why I'm gonna stay with you.~
~You don't have to do that… I know you're as squeamish as Street… And Fix…~
~That's true, but my compassion can over-ride it for a few days at least.~ I smile. "I'm gonna run down to the med-bay and get a bin. I'll be right back. Don't move."
third pov
Hot Spot stares after what is essentially his baby sister with a stunned expression. "Wow…"
med bay, normal pov
I run inside and start raiding cabinets for a bin, before finding one in the furthest cabinet from the door. "Seriously, Aid?" I shrug. "Doesn't matter. I need to get back to Spot." I freeze for a second as I run back over what had happened, then glance at the clock above the door. "3:05… Wow. I must have hit him like a wrecking ball…" I shrug. "I can't help it if medicine gives me a rush." I blink. "Groove's an adrenaline junky too, but he likes the normal stuff. I get my thrills from rolling to the rescue." I glance down at the bin in my hand. "Speaking of rolling to the rescue… I need to get back to Spot before he thinks I forgot about him."
I run back inside, smacking my left doorwing on the door on my way in. 'OW!' I wince, but force the pained expression away. 'I can't let on that I hurt myself. Spot will feel so bad about it if he finds out…' I sigh heavily. 'I'll just have Aid or Ratch take a look later.'
bathroom
I stop in the shared room to get the bundled and recharging Fixit—he'd been cold earlier, and so we'd let him bring one of his plush blankets to berth—and stop in Hot Spot's room to ditch the bin and the recharging minicon—in the berth and against the wall—before rushing to the bathroom. "Spot?" I kneel beside him, only to find him recharging again. "Hey, wake up, Big Guy. You can't be recharging on the floor. Aid'll have my head if I leave you here." I sigh softly as I look him over. He's taller than me, so this isn't gonna be easy. "I may have super strength, but I can't carry you. You're too big." I shake my head. "Spot…" I run a hand over his head, then sigh heavily. ~WAKE UP!~
He stirs slightly, and a groggy voice comes over the bond. ~What?~
"Come on, let's get you to your berth." I crouch and help him up. "Slowly, now. I don't want you purging again." I put an arm around him for support before leading him to the berth room beside mine. I help him settle on the berth before pulling a warming blanket up on him, then pull Fixit across my lap to where he's between Spot and I, and settle beside Spot at the back, just in case he needs to purge again.
"You were serious."
"Right. I'm not abandoning you like this, Spot." I curl into his side, Fixit's head on my chest, before laying my head on Spot's chest. "You need me. I don't care what hanging around will do to me." I sigh softly. "Sorry, about the "wrecking ball" thing earlier. Medicine's where I get my thrills, which means I can't calm myself down even when it matters." I giggle softly. "I could give you a run for your money if it's really an emergency." I sigh heavily. "Now, get some rest. I'll handle Aid and the others later." I watch him drift off before letting the façade down. He's going through too much to worry about my doorwing. "Ow…"
7:00 am
I wake up at my internal alarm, knowing the others will be getting up soon too, and that I really need to get some energon. This is gonna be a hell of a day.
I step into the kitchen with Fixit in my arms, as is usual anymore, and smile at Aid as the others go about starting their day. "Morning, guys."
Aid nods. "Morning." He looks around. "Spot's already up?"
I turn from where I'm putting Fixit into his chair to shake my head. "I was up with him at three…" I rub the back of my neck before grabbing the barely-awake minicon a cube of low grade.
"Thanks…"
"Don't mention it, Bitty." I turn to Aid with a sigh. "What kind of energon would you recommend for someone who's been purging since three?"
"Mari…" He sighs. "Spot's sick, isn't he?"
"Right." I sigh heavily. "But he needs energon, and I'd really like to not have to start a drip."
"I'll get some medical grade for him."
"I'll get it." I point to his cube. "You finish that. Ratch needs our help."
Before I can make it to the door, however, Streetwise stops me by darting into the downstairs bathroom. "Damn. Spot must be up again…" I sigh heavily and shake my head before taking a deep breath to try and maintain control over my body. "I'll just…go get that medical grade now." I sigh. "After I get something to drink…" Blades runs over to the sink and purges. "Slag it!" I take a deep breath. "Groove, go get Silverbolt, Ratchet, and 'Jack before the rest of us lose it. Aid, get the medical grade, because I won't be going anywhere anytime soon."
"Mari?"
"I'm fine. Go. We need that medical grade." I look down, then sigh heavily before plopping onto the floor. If I'm gonna be so conflicted right now that I'm gonna shutdown, I can shut down just as easily sitting on the floor as I can standing up.
Wheeljack's the first one through the door. As the creator of the Protectobots, he's protective of me because of my status as the newest, and youngest, full-size member. "MARI!"
Ratchet runs in next. "What happened? Where did Aid go?"
Silverbolt slips in next. "What's wrong?"
Blades turns from the sink, not wanting to risk moving yet. "She's in shutdown. You're not helping."
"Why did she shut down?"
I hold up a hand. Blades' voice was enough to snap me out of it. "Spot, Street, and Blades are purging. Spot woke me up at three because of it. Where's Groove?"
Silverbolt sighs. "I left him with my gestalt. There's washracks nearby if he needs them."
I nod. "Good." I turn to Ratchet. "Aid's getting medical grade energon from the medbay for Spot. I know there's a bathroom out there too, just in case." I sigh. "Primus, that was overwhelming…"
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and look up to see Ratchet. "Are you okay?"
I nod. "Queasy, but I can handle it. I may be squeamish, but I've worked on holding my own through this for years—since I was thirteen. Closest I've come to that…" I point to where Blades is purging again. "Was two and a half, almost three years ago, and I still didn't actually purge." I shrug. "It's a test of my endurance, of course, but…I'll manage."
Que sighs. "I'll go see what I can do for Streetwise."
"How's Fixit?"
"I'm right here, Ratchet."
"Tired and cranky, but hopefully not nauseated…"
Fixit nods. "Morning sickness isn't too bad today… And I'm not picking up too much feedback from the others, so…"
"Good." Ratchet pulls me after him. "We need to check on Hot Spot. I am not dragging Aid up here right now. He would start another purging cycle for everyone."
I make a face at that idea. "Don't remind me." I sigh softly when his condition pops into my mind. "How are you feeling?"
He winces at the sound that originally woke me up. "Better than your brother is." We step inside, and I turn back to close the door. "Hot Spot?"
He turns to us with a sigh. "Mari… You didn't need to bother Ratchet."
I cross my arms. "I do when Street and Blades start purging." I sigh, but smirk. "Now you're nauseous."
"Right…" He sighs heavily. "I'm sorry…"
"Don't be." I sit beside him. "Aid's in the medical bay getting something for me, and Groove's with the Aerialbots." I sigh softly. "Silver's downstairs with Blades, and 'Jack's with Street."
"You're okay?"
I nod. "As I told Ratch, I'm queasy, but I'll manage. You're more important."
"She did have a shutdown, though."
He sighs. "Mari…"
"I had three bots that needed me in the same way at the same time—no way to determine severity." I sigh before leaning against him as Ratchet starts scanning. "I just stood there… I couldn't figure out where to go…"
"You had enough clarity of thought to send Groove after Que and I, and you called on Silverbolt too." He sighs. "I need to talk with Hot Spot alone." Spot and I give him a look. Secrets don't last long in a gestalt. "I have my reasons. You need to get some energon before we have to open the medical bay." He sighs. "Aid will not be much help today, but you seem to be handling this well."
"I had time to prepare myself." I shrug. "Aid warned me before I ever became one of them. I'm fine."
"Good. Now go." He sighs. "And get the Medical grade from Aid. I want Hot Spot to recharge."
"Will do." I sigh. ~Guess we're gonna miss Rescue Bots today, Guys. Thank Primus for DVR.~ I set Fixit on the couch and head out to the med-bay.
