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August 16, 2016, 2:00 PM, Scrapyard
I glance over to find Fixit leaning on the console, rubbing his optics. "Fix? Sweets?" I set my computer down and walk over to him. "Sweetspark? You okay?"
Fixit looks up at me blearily before straightening up and smiling at me. "Yep!"
"You're sure?" I run a hand over his head. "You look tired, Little One…"
He sighs heavily before nodding. "I am…"
"Come on…" I pull him gently toward our room. "You need to take a nap, Sweets. I can run the command center for a few hours."
"But…" He sighs. "What if I need you?"
I sigh heavily. "I can get Denny to run the command center, and stay with you, if that sounds better?" He nods. "Okay then. You get settled in, I'll go find Denny, and when I get back, I can lay down with you, if that's what you want…"
"Thanks…"
I shake my head. "Don't, Little One." I start for the ramp before glancing back. "You can lay on my bed if you want. I'm sure it's more comfortable than yours would be in your condition…"
"Thank you!"
I run down the ramp and shift into my normal form before starting to search for the humans.
I run over to the human once I find him. "Denny!"
He looks up. "Hey! What do you need, Mari?"
I crouch to his level. "Fix wants me to lay down with him, so I need you to watch the command center for a few hours."
"Okay… Why's he laying down? Is he sick?"
"Sort of…" I rub the back of my neck before starting back to the command center. "It's not my place to tell, Denny…" I glance down to the human. "Kinda hard to explain to humans to begin with…" I sigh heavily. "To make it short and sweet, he's exhausted, so he's going to take a nap, and he wants me to lay down with him, so I am."
"Okay…" He looks up at me curiously. "Is that reason the same as why my popsicle molds are full of frozen energon?"
"Yep!" I laugh softly. "He's been feeling pretty rotten lately, and not really able to drink his energon, so I figured we'd try popsicles the next time he has a bad day…"
He looks up at me worriedly. "What's wrong with him? Was it something I did?"
I shake my head. "No, Denny. You did everything right. I can vouch for that, after all, I was watching over your shoulder the entire time." I sigh softly. "I need to get back to him. I'll talk with you later." I smile. "And thanks for taking over in the command center. You're a big help."
"Don't mention it." I raise an eyebrow. "Bee explained that the two of you were taking Fixit under your wing like Drift did with Jetstorm and Slipstream."
I shrug. "Technically, it's just me, and I'm going a little further than Drift did, but you've got the gist of it…" I turn and start back for the command center, shifting to my pretender form before starting up the ramp.
4:00 PM
I sigh heavily at the thought of having to wake the minicon, but if I don't, he'll have trouble getting to sleep tonight. "Fix… Sweets, it's time to get up…"
"Don' wanna…"
I sigh heavier. "Come on, Sweets… You need to recharge tonight, too…"
He sits up and glares at me. "I hate that you're right…" He sighs heavily and slides off the bed before looking up at me apologetically with a fearful look on his face and tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry, I—"
"You're cranky, and you can't help it." I bend down and hug the minicon. "I'm not upset, Sweets. I know you can't help it right now…" I sigh as I straighten up. "But you still have to get up now…" I sigh softly. "And the team's all in the scrapyard, if you want to start telling them."
"Are…are you sure it's safe? I mean—"
"Tell them, Little One. I'll be right behind you the entire time, and they need to know on the off-chance a prisoner escapes again…so they know that keeping you safe is their top priority."
"But those Cons could hurt the humans!"
I nod. "I know, but getting them away from you matters too. Remember what happened with Minitron?"
Russell turns to Fixit anxiously. "Grimlock's coming this way!"
Fixit pushes himself in front of Russell in an attempt to shield the boy. "I'll handle this."
Russell gives the minicon a worried look. "You'll handle a Dinobot? Have you seen you?"
Fixit suddenly looks anxious. "You're right! I'm gonna be smooshed!" He puts on a brave face and moves toward the attacker. "But I am still the official caretaker of the Alchemor." He turns back to Russell. "And when I'm gone, I need you to keep your Dad from touching my things." He rolls over to the attacking dinobot. "Grimlock, I don't know what's happening to you, but I order you to stand clown—stand brown—" He smacks himself in the chest. "Stand down, right now!"
"I don't know if your optics are on the blink, but I just took apart three bots without warming my coolant. What are you going to do, Squeaky?"
Fixit shocks Grimlock with a stun gun, only for the dinobot to flick him into Russell.
Russell looks up to the dinobot. "This isn't you, Grimlock! Something's wrong!"
"Yeah! Everyone's in my way!" Grimlock starts fighting against something unseen. "Seriously!? You're not gonna let me smash this little thing? Dinobots—so hard—to control." He sighs heavily. "Fine. Where are the stasis pods?"
Grimlock walks off, and Russell turns to Fixit worriedly. "Are you okay?"
"Abso-loosely—posi-stiffly… Not."
Fixit sighs up at me. "I guess you have a point. I'll be out in a minute."
"Fix…"
"I'm fine, Mari. I don't feel sick or anything. I'm just going to the bathroom."
I rub the back of my neck. "Sorry… Guess I'm used to hovering…" I smile. "I'll meet you in the command center."
I smile at the doorway as the minicon rolls out. "Now…" I wait for him to reach me before continuing. "Ready to go?"
He looks up at me anxiously. "More like ready to get this over with…"
"Oh, Little One…" I run a hand over his head. "Don't worry, Sweets. If anyone goes off, I'll handle them."
"You said Drift already knows…and Bumblebee…"
"Yep."
He sighs heavily. "Let's tell Sideswipe then…"
"Wanna get him over with?"
Fixit nods. "I'm not sure I'm ready for him to start tormenting me yet, though…"
I sigh softly, and run a hand over his head. "It'll be all right. If he tries, I'll take care of him. You just worry about those little ones." I shift to my bot form at the bottom of the ramp, and let the minicon go before me, waiting until I see him before moving to make sure I don't trample him like Grimlock always does.
It doesn't take long to find our resident prankster. "Hey Mari. Fixit. What's up?"
Fixit looks up at me nervously, causing me to kneel beside him. "It's okay. I'm right here, remember?"
"R-right…"
Sideswipe gives us a confused look. "What's going on?"
"I-I'm s-sparked, Sideswipe."
Sideswipe scoffs. "Okay, what's the punch line?"
Fixit blinks up at me tearfully, causing me to glare at the red bot. "There is no punch line, because this isn't one of your jokes!" I pull the minicon in protectively before turning back to the red prankster.
Sideswipe looks surprised at my mild outburst. "That's not what I thought you were going to say."
I sigh softly. "I was a little surprised too, but he was completely shocked." Sideswipe gives the minicon a confused look. "Apparently some doctor on Cybertron told him he wasn't able to carry. Since he didn't think it was possible…"
He gives me a disturbed look. "Okay, okay. I understand. You can stop now." He kneels to Fixit. "Let me know if you need help with anything. I'll be right here."
Fixit looks up at me as we walk away. "That was easier than I thought…"
I smile down at him. "See? There's nothing to worry about, Sweetspark." I stop before turning to him. "Who's next? Strongarm or Grim?"
"Let's find Grimlock first." He makes a face. "I'm not ready to have a femme squealing in my audios yet."
I crouch in front of him. "You okay?"
He nods. "It's just a helm-ache, Mari. I'll be fine."
I smile before straightening up. "Just making sure. You know I worry." I sigh softly and kneel before laying a hand on his back. "You're sure you want to keep doing this? If you're starting to feel crappy again, you can go lay down for a little while…"
"You're sure?"
"Of course. I'm not going to make you run around this stupid junkyard when you're not feeling good." I nod, and smile slightly when he starts back to the command center. I run ahead, and shift back down to pretender form before following him up the ramp. "We can tell the others later, okay?" I smile slightly as I help him get settled back in my bed before rolling the wheelchair-thingy over by the bed where he can reach it. "Or, I could tell them, if you don't want to."
"Would you?" He looks up at me tiredly.
"Of course, Sweets. You just rest." I giggle slightly. "Guess telling Sides took a lot out of you, huh?"
"I guess…" He yawns. "I'll be okay. Like you said, they need to know…"
"All right. Comm me if you need anything, Little One. Just try to get some rest."
"What if I drift off again?"
I smile gently and run a hand over his head. "Don't worry about it, Sweets. If you fall asleep, then it's because you need the rest. I'd probably just let you recharge anyway…"
"What about recharging tonight?"
I sigh softly. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Sweets. Now get some rest. I'll be somewhere right outside."
"Okay…"
I run out of the command center and start toward the last place I had seen Strongarm, finding the femme looking over something projected from her wrist. "Strongarm."
She looks up at me before switching off the projection. "What's wrong? Decepticons?"
I shake my head. "Fixit asked me to tell the rest of you what's going on with him."
"Where is he?"
I sigh softly. "He's laying down…said he had a helm ache."
"Oh… So?"
"He's carrying." Her optics open wider than usual, causing me to smirk. "Ten newsparks—" I have to cover my ears as she squeals. "…So we're really going to have to help the little guy out for the next several months."
"Of course I can help!"
I hold up my hands. "Easy, Femme. Easy." I smile once she calms down. "I'll probably be the one needing help, because he's going to be my symbiote once they transfer."
"Ooh! I could take over your patrols…"
"And I'd be glad to let you, but…" I sigh softly. "It depends on my twin, and you know that."
"Is there anything you need help with now?"
I shake my head before smiling. "I have to go tell Grim and Drift's minies, then go make sure Fix's all right."
Once I finish telling the team for the minicon, I step into the command center to find him sitting on the edge of my—our—bed with his wheels on, a half-full cube of energon beside him on the bed, and at least half the amount missing from the cube on the floor. "Fix…" He looks up at me, revealing tear-filled optics, streaks of coolant on his faceplates, and energon on his chin. "Oh, Little One…" I pull a wrag out of my pocket—one of several I'd gotten when I'd told Denny—and wipe the tears off his face, and out of his optics, before using another to clean off his chin and cover the mess on the floor until I can get it cleaned up. "What happened, Sweets?"
"I-I just w-wanted some energon…b-before I lay down…"
I sigh gently and run a hand over his head. "It's okay, Little One… No harm done…" I turn and clean up the mess before setting the wrag in my sink to soak, then return to the minicon. "Hey…" He looks back up at me, revealing more tears. "Easy, Sweets. It's okay…" I gently wipe the new tears away. "You still want some energon?"
"B-but I-I couldn't k-keep it down…"
I smile and shake my head. "I can go get one of those popsicles I made this morning if you still want some."
"P-please?" His shoulders shake harshly as he starts to cry harder, causing me to re-think that choice.
"Bumbee?"
"What's wrong, Flutterby?"
I slide onto the bed beside the minicon and wrap his red blanket around his shoulders before helping him out of his wheels and into the bed. "Could you or Denny bring one of those energon popsicles out of the Diner freezer for Fix?"
"Mari?"
"Shhhh… It's okay… I'm gonna have Bumbee bring your popsicle, Sweets." A few soft sobs cause his frame to tremble, and cause me to pull the little guy into my arms. "Easy… Just let it out. It's okay… I'm right here…"
"I'm on my way."
"Shhhh…" I sigh softly. "Thanks, Bumbee. Fix's a mess and a half right now…"
Bumblebee walks in (in holoform) and quickly hurries over to me with the energon treat in his hand. "Is that anything like—"
"Blast and a half?" I giggle softly while rubbing Fixit's back. "Not really… "And a half" is just a way of saying "bigger than the only word I can think of" for people with little education, such as rednecks and hillbillies."
"You mean like where you had to grow up…"
"Yeah…"
Bumblebee's holoform settles on the edge of the bed before running a hand over the tiny mech's head. "How's he feeling?"
"Not too good, Bee." I sigh heavily. "He purged while I was out telling everyone but Sides. We got him before Fixit started feeling cruddy again. I came in here to find him crying his little spark out again…"
Fixit's coolant-streaked face turns to look at Bumblebee. "I'll be all right…"
Bumblebee smiles. "I know you will, Fixit." He holds out the treat in his hands. "Mari said you wanted one of these?"
He nods slightly, and reaches out to take it with one hand as he rubs at his optics with the other. "Thank you. You didn't h-have to d-do this f-for m-me."
"Shhhhh… Just relax, Sweetspark…" I reach over and grab the wrag I'd been using on his faceplates before cleaning the coolant streaks off his face gently. "This stage won't last forever… You'll get through this…" I run a hand over his head gently. "Okay?"
"…Okay…" He yawns before turning back to his almost-finished popsicle.
"Tired?" He nods. "Try to get some rest, Sweets. I'll be right here."
"Don't you have to help Denny with something?"
I shake my head. "Russell's helping him, and Drift's minnies are running the command center. I'm staying right here with you."
"You don't have to…"
"Sweets…" I sigh softly. "Are we going to do this every time I tell you I'm not going to leave you?"
He shakes his head. "I can't keep asking you to stay with me when you've got things to do."
I smirk. "Then we're lucky my only real job is being the team's medic, aren't we?" I run a gentle hand over his head. "Because as such, I have to stay close to the mechs or femmes who need me the most—that's what Ratch taught me—and you need me the most right now."
