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Meeting
3:00 PM
I'm sitting in the command center with my laptop, working on a story as usual, when I hear Fixit coming out of our room. "Hey, Fix. How you feeling?"
"Tired…" He smiles at me. "But it's better than it was this morning."
I nod, and run a gentle hand over his head. "That's good, Sweets." I smile gently. "We'll have to wait until they transfer before we can form that bond. Think you can wait that long?"
He nods and starts toward the command center. "Have you told anyone yet?"
I sigh softly. "Only Drift, and that was mainly because I don't want to upset you again—not like I did earlier. It's your news, Little One. Not mine."
"You didn't…" He sighs as the earlier events return. "You didn't do anything wrong, Mari. I just didn't expect you to hang around…when I'm going to have ten newsparks…in less than a year…" He looks down at the floor, trying to hide the tears I saw forming yet again in his optics.
I sigh softly and kneel in front of him before pulling him in for a hug. "I'm never going to leave you, Sweets… Just remember that, when you feel like you're alone in the universe. I'm never going to let you fall."
"Thank you…"
"Don't mention it." I give him one more hug before letting him go so he can get to work. "Bee's going to be over here for a meeting in a few, so you may want to get ready."
"I will. I want to get a—"
I pull out a small energon cube and hand it to him with a grin. "Way ahead of you, Sweets."
"Thank you." He turns to the console and starts working, sipping the cube slowly rather than downing it like he had earlier in the day.
"Hey…" I wait for him to turn back to me before continuing. "You're sure you're feeling okay?"
"I-I'm a little queasy, but it's not bad. I'll be okay."
"As long as you're sure…" I smile at him and return to my chair and story, allowing the minicon to finish preparing for the meeting. As the team's medic, and other half to their leader, I have to be there; however, as both, I don't necessarily have to pay attention to the other bots, which frees me up to keep an eye on my soon-to-be symbiote.
The meeting starts as usual, with the discussion of where we've been picking up Decepticon signals, hoping we can predict where other bots are hiding, and start being proactive in their captures. I spend the time barely listening, and working on my stories as usual, peeking up every few minutes to check on my minicon, who is still nursing the single cube I'd given him.
Bumblebee sighs, continuing with his discussion about the fugitives with the team while reaching out to me through our bond. "What's going on with Fixit?"
I sigh heavily. "He's carrying, Bee. We just found out today. He's feeling kinda queasy right now, too, so…"
"Go easy on him. Got it."
Before he can get much farther in the meeting, however, Fixit's optics widen, and he takes off toward our room as quickly as he can.
"Frag!" I turn to run after the minicon before pausing in front of Drift. "You got a—" He holds out a small cleaning cloth. "Thanks!"
I lean against the wall outside the open bathroom door, listening to Fixit purge with a stoic expression, and a heavy heart. After about the third time, I can't take it anymore, and duck into the bathroom to find him on my side of the bathroom, leaning against the toilet. I stop beside him and run a hand over his head before getting one of my hand-towels wet, as well as the cloth Drift had handed me, both in preparation for whatever might happen.
I watch him purge again, then gasp as he falls limp against the bowl before diving for him. I catch him moments before he hits the floor, and lay his head in my lap. I lay the hand-towel on his forehead, folded in fourths, then wipe his mouth off with the cloth from Drift.
I feel hands on my shoulders as the minicon in my arms groans softly. "Everything okay, Flutterby?"
"Fix's really not doing good, Bumbee…"
"It'll be okay, Mari…" He sighs. "You're so soft sparked…"
"M-Mari? Wh-what happened?"
I glance down and smile gently at the minicon. "You passed out, Sweets." His hand moves to his chest. "Don't worry, Little One… I caught you before anything could happen to them…"
He looks up to Bumblebee with an embarrassed look. "Sorry about the meeting…"
Bumblebee smiles down at him. "Don't be, Fixit. It's fine. We've got enough information for now. Your health is more important."
"I—"
I run a hand over the minicon's helm. "I had to tell him during the meeting. He noticed you weren't acting like yourself."
He acts like he wants to say something, only to almost purge on the floor. I help him up moments before he purges a fifth time, thankfully in the toilet and not on the floor.
Bumblebee lays a hand on Fixit's shoulder. "Don't worry about the command center right now. You need to get some rest."
"I've been recharging all gay—say—" I hit his head as gently as I can. "Day! Thank you."
I shake my head. "Don't mention it."
Bumblebee sighs. "Take the rest of the afternoon off, then—both of you. I can run the command center." He glances to Fixit. "I'll get him some coolant. You need to stay close enough to hear him. If he passes out again, or crashes…"
"It definitely won't be good for the sparklings." I sigh heavily. "He's had a pretty emotional day already, Bee…"
"Hey…" He turns me to face him gently. "He's gonna be all right, Mari. Don't let this get to you." We both turn to Fixit when we hear him purge again, then turn back to each other. "I'll be right here if you need me—even if it's just to vent, or because you need a shoulder yourself."
"Thanks, Bumbee." I cuddle into him before sighing. "I need to get Fix back to bed before he passes out again. You need to get back to the team. They need you." I watch him leave before turning back to the minicon. "Ready to get back to bed?"
He groans before glancing to me out of the corner of his optic. "What if I need to purge again?"
I run a hand over his head. "I'll have someone bring me one of the empty cubes just in case, okay?"
"Okay…"
I sigh softly. "You're really not feeling good today, are you?"
"Worst day yet…"
"Oh Sweets…" I sigh before tapping my comm link. "Drift?"
"What is the problem?"
I sigh softly. "Could you have one of your little guys run one of the large, empty energon cubes in here?"
"Slipstream is on his way. Why—"
"I'm getting Fix back to bed, and I need something in case he purges again."
"Understood."
"Thanks, Drift." I stick my head out the door and nod to the red minicon before smiling down at him. "Thanks, Slip.
Sometimes I wonder how we managed to survive here without you two and Drift…" I glance behind me. "That's nothing against you, Sweets. Even with you, we were missing something…"
"Younglings that don't fight."
I rejoin Fixit in the bathroom and smile down at him. "You have a point there, Little One." I crouch beside him and run my hand over his head. "You ready to go back to bed now, Sweets?"
"I-I guess…"
"Okay then… Want me to carry you?"
"P-Please? I-I don't think I can make it that far…"
I nod, then pick him up gently—unhooking the wheels beforehand—and start for my bed. I set him gently on the mattress before tucking him in on one side, just in case he purges in his sleep, then turn to leave the room.
"Stay with me?" He whimpers. "Please?"
I nod, and turn back before running a hand over his head. I sigh softly when I see tears in his optics, and take the wet cloth I'd gotten from Drift before wiping them away gently with
a clean corner. "Of course. Just let me get my stuff from outside, and I'll stay right here."
"Okay…"
"You'll be all right, Sweets. This won't last forever…"
"I hope not… I feel like scrap…"
"Oh Sweets…" I sigh softly as I rub his back. "You'll get through this… You'll see… It'll all be worth it… We'll have a bunch of little minicon sparklings running around the scrapyard…"
He moans, and all but dives for the cube Slipstream brought us before purging several times, spitting, and all but collapsing back onto the bed.
"Fix…" I sigh heavily when I realize Bumblebee hasn't gotten the coolant inside yet. I reach over and grab my water bottle before taking off the cap and handing it to him, causing him to give me a curious look. "Go ahead and rinse out your mouth, Little One. I'll see what's keeping Bee and grab my laptop."
I rush back into our room with my laptop, a bottle of coolant, a small empty energon cube, and one of the smaller tarps Fixit keeps on hand. I lay the tarp under his head, then pour the coolant into the cube. I set the cube where Fixit can reach it, then settle behind him with my laptop.
I set the laptop beside me and cuddle the miserable minicon until he finally drifts off before starting to work on my stories again.
