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Over the Worst?
August 16, 2016, 8:00 AM
I slide out from behind the minicon and get dressed before stepping out to get a plate from Denny and a couple cubes for Fixit, if he's even feeling well enough to eat, before heading back to the command center with my paper plate in one hand and the cubes stacked in the other arm.
"Morning, Mari!"
I stop and glance over the cubes before smiling at the chipper-looking minicon. "Good morning, Sweetspark… Guess you're feeling better."
"Yep!" He sits on the edge of the bed and gives me an eager look. "How much did you bring?"
I sit beside him before finally setting the cubes down. "I grabbed two, just in case. I wasn't sure if you'd want any…" He reaches over for one of the cube. "Easy now, Sweets. Your tanks will still be pretty sensitive for a while."
"I know."
I quickly finish my own breakfast and glance over to find Fixit starting to drink from the second cube. I laugh gently and rub the back of his head. "You really were hungry, weren't you?"
He shrugs. "I wasn't able to keep anything down for almost two days, Mari."
"I know…" I sigh heavily as I turn away under the guise of throwing the paper plate away and grabbing one of the small bottles of milk I keep my corner of the room in a mini fridge. "You really scared me, Little One…"
"I did?" He rolls over to me when he hears my tone—one I only use when I'm talking about losing one of the bots, or something from my old life. "What's wrong?"
I sigh and glance up to him from where I'm sitting on my knees in front of the little fridge. "I thought I was going to lose you before we had a chance to form that bond…" I sigh and stand with my milk. "It was pretty touch and go for the last 36 hours, Sweetspark. You weren't keeping anything down—if I didn't have medical training, we would have lost you for sure night before last…" I blink back tears and sigh softly. "And I wouldn't have been able to handle that—not alone…"
"I'm still beer—near—" I giggle and conk him in the head with my milk. "Here!"
I smile and hug the minicon. "I needed that…" I giggle.
"You needed me to glitch?"
I shrug. "I needed something to cheer me up, and that did it." I sigh heavily. "It's not unusual for me to get trapped in the not-so-good what-might-have-beens, Fix, and it takes a lot sometimes to make me realize what's right in front of me—in this case, you and your newsparks."
"If they're still okay…" He lays a hand over his chest plates. "Still…still there…"
I sigh softly and pull him in for a hug before crouching slightly so I can look him in the optics. "It's okay, Sweets, and I'm sure they're fine. I can check on them right now, if you want me to." I sigh before having to straighten up. Sensitive spine plus crouching equals pain.
He looks up at me with tears in his optics. "Please?"
I nod and pull him into a hug before he starts crying. "Easy…" We head over to my bed, and crouch in front of him once he sits on the side of the bed. "Easy now, Little One… Don't cry… Everything's gonna be okay…" I lay my hands on his chest plate and close my eyes, smiling as the image of his spark comes into view. I run a quick count before opening my eyes and nodding. "Everything's just fine, Sweets…" I pull the little guy in for a reassuring hug before straightening up. "Now…"
"I've got work in the command center, and you've got a patrol with Bumblebee in an hour!"
"Yep…" I smirk down to the minicon, who is in the middle of securing his wheels. "And someone has some pretty big news to share…"
He stops and looks back at me nervously. "I-I don't know if I'm ready to yet…"
"I'll be right here when you decide to… And I'll make sure Sides stays off your case, or he'll have me on his."
"You'd do that for me?"
"I'm gonna be your symbiote Carrier in a few months, Little One. Of course I'd do that for you!" I pat him on the shoulder. "And, I have an extra cube for you in my mini fridge if you need it. Pretty soon, it's going to be too hard for you to get to the energon storage on your own."
"Then…how will I—"
I wave my hands in the air slightly. "I'll bring them to you. There's a chance with multiples that you'd wind up on bed rest anyway, but I'd take care of you if that happens, and Denny and I would take over your job until you were able to work again. I've got everything under control, Little One." I give him a one-armed hug. "After all, if you're anxious or stressed out, your stress and anxiety can hurt the sparklings, and I don't want that to happen…" I stroke his head gently. "Especially not to my symbiote and his babies."
"Symbiote? But I'm not—"
I smile down at him. "You're not my symbiote yet. I promised you two days ago that we'd form the bond once the sparklings transfer."
"Right…" He rubs the back of his neck. "Sorry…"
I shake my head. "No harm done…and that right there just goes along with the mood swings that always come with carrying, so I can't get mad at you over it…" I shrug. "Not that I would, but you do have a valid excuse right now…"
"What does?"
"Forgetfulness. It goes along with the emotional mess you've been lately."
He sighs and leans against the console. "Just part of the process?"
I nod, and rub his back gently, causing him to lean heavily into me, so suddenly that I'm not ready, and almost drop him. "Whoa! Careful there, Sweetspark!" I sigh as he leans back onto the console. "Why don't I go find a chair for you to use over here?"
"It wouldn't work… I need to be able to get to everything…"
I nod. "I know. Denny and Russell can rig something up, Sweets. You'll be grateful for it in a few months…"
"Okay…"
"I'll see what I can find—" Bumblebee comes around the corner and motions for me. "After my patrol, that is! Stay safe, Little One! Don't work too hard!"
"I won't!"
August 16, 2016, 9:00 AM
I giggle as I try to speed past Bumblebee. We're on a deserted road, otherwise we wouldn't be goofing off like this on patrol. "I'm gonna beat ya, Bee!"
Bumblebee chuckles and pulls past me. "Not if I get there first!"
I laugh before pulling behind him. "Okay, you win! Let's get back to work… Thanks for playing with me, Bumbee." I sigh heavily. "I never get to goof off like that when I patrol with Strongarm!"
"I didn't think so… She's just like her Carrier anymore…" Bumblebee sighs. "How was Fixit this morning?"
"Better, thank the All Spark. He's back to work as if nothing happened."
"And the sparklings?"
I sigh softly. "They're just fine, Bee." I sigh. "He did have a mini-meltdown over whether or not they were this morning, but mood swings are just to be expected at this time…"
"I'll make sure to let the others know not to cross him for the next several months, then."
"You don't have to do that yet, Bee. He's going to tell them soon enough."
"Then Sides will make it a point to torment him over the newsparks, and you'll have a problem on your hands."
"Good point…" I giggle before speeding past him and taking the lead. "Passed ya!"
"Oh yeah? Think fast!" He laughs, and we start racing down the empty road again.
August 16, 2016, 12:00 PM, Scrap Yard
Bumblebee and I pull into the scrap yard, laughing and joking like we always do after an uneventful patrol. "I can't believe I finally beat you!"
"You're getting better all the time, Mari."
"Hey, guys!"
I look up and smile. "Hey, Sides!"
"What's up with Fixit?"
I raise an eyebrow before sending a worried look toward the hidden command center. "What do you mean? He's not sick again, is he?"
"Nah." Sideswipe shakes his head. "He's acting too happy. This isn't like him, Mari."
I giggle. "You ever think the little guy might actually have something to be happy about, instead of pretending because he doesn't want anyone upset?"
"He doesn't do that…does he?"
"More than you know, Sides… More than you know… I was the first person to give him the time of day for vorns."
"Oh… I-I didn't know…"
I shrug. "Don't worry about it. At least he's happy now."
"So…what's he so happy about?"
I start for the command center, waving a hand behind me as Ratchet used to. "Not my news, you'll have to ask Fix yourself."
Sideswipe scoffs before turning to Bumblebee. "What's with her?"
"She's just stressed over Fixit, Sides. She'll be back to normal once she's sure he's okay."
"I never took her for a symbiote carrier… She seems like the type to hate minicons…"
"She's a prime and a medic, Sides—all-loving. She made freeing them from the caste system her goal in the war—fought for their rights almost harder than Sire did for ours…and cried herself to recharge every night because she didn't think she was doing enough for them…"
"And you know this because?"
Bumblebee groans. "Because we shared a berth room, same as you and Sunstreaker!" He shakes his head. "We're both one half of a split spark, Sides. I thought you would understand twin relationships better than Strongarm does…"
"I'm sorry if I haven't paid much attention, all right? I haven't had Sunny around for vorns!"
Bumblebee sighs before glancing toward the command center, where I'm now helping Fixit with searching for signals while listening to my brother and Sideswipe talk. "I'm sorry… I forgot he went missing after the ARK returned to Cybertron…"
"He was kidnapped, Bee. He doesn't just run off like that!"
I shake my head over the argument and glance down to my minicon. "Have you had lunch yet?"
"Not really…"
I crouch to where I'm looking him in the eye and lay a hand on his back. "You feeling sick again, Sweets?"
He looks up to me with a soft sigh. "Sort of…" He sighs heavier. "The thought of having to get an energon cube makes me feel like purging, but I'm hungry…"
"Oh, Little One…" I sigh softly before glancing toward the diner. "Think you'd be able to eat something?"
"Eat?"
"If I could find a way to get some kind of candy…" His faceplates light up at the idea. "Guess you really like that one?"
He sighs softly before looking back up to me. "Think you could find some energon gummies? Or rust sticks?" He pauses, thinking. "Or maybe an energon popsicle?"
I smile and run a hand over his head. "I can try, Sweetspark." I make a mental note to put some energon into the freezer so the little guy can have a popsicle if he can't hold down liquid energon as I start toward the diner. Last time Jazz came from Cybertron, he'd brought sweets for Bumblebee and I, and I had stored mine in a cabinet of the diner so I wouldn't be as tempted to eat them all at once. Now, I'm glad I did.
I grab a couple of the larger cubes and pour them into as many large popsicle molds as I can before sticking them into the large freezer in the back of the diner, then grab a pack of rust sticks and a pack of gummies.
I step back into the command center and tap on the minicon's shoulder, holding the rust sticks and gummies behind my back.
"Wha—Mari!" He sighs. "You startled me." I pull the two packs of candy out and smile at him. "Jazz brought these the last time he came to visit. I don't mind sharing, if you want some."
He reaches over and takes the pack of rust sticks before starting to suck on one. "Thank you."
I smile and shake my head. "Don't mention it, Sweets." I run a hand over his head. "I'm not gonna let you starve, Fix. You need that for the sparklings more than I need munchies."
"But…"
I shake my head. "I've even got some energon in the freezer just in case you want a popsicle anytime in the near future."
"You're going to spoil me."
I shrug. "You deserve to be spoiled for once, Sweetspark." I hug him before returning to our room after my computer. "You've had enough Hell for one lifetime."
