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Carrier

September 10, 2016, Scrapyard, 10:00 AM

It's been about a month since we've learned Fixit was carrying. At this point, we're estimating that he's about 10 weeks, meaning two and a half months in. With ten sparks still connected to his own, and making his chest swell out some, it's not hard to understand why he's uncomfortable right now, but I'm sure he'll feel better once the sparks transfer.

Now that Russel's in school, it makes things a little more difficult around the scrapyard for us—he'd actually been a big help with Fixit, and now he's only able to help on the weekends, and that's when he's not playing football with the other kids.

I stick my head into our room. "Hey, Little One. How you feeling?" He moans softly from my bed, causing me to walk in. I sit beside him on the bed and run a hand over his head. Initially, I had taken on his duties in the command center because he'd been purging since two in the morning, but I need to make sure he's okay otherwise. "What's wrong, Sweets? Just your tanks, or something else?"

He looks up at me, and I can see small tears in his optics. "My chest hurts…"

I sigh softly and run a hand over his head gently. "Oh Sweetspark… Is there anything I can do?" He shakes his head and turns away. I sigh softly and cover him up before running a gentle hand over his chest. "Just hang in there, Little One. It's only two more weeks…then they'll move down, and you'll feel a lot better…"

"Mari!" I look up, surprised, before turning toward the door. After a moment, I turn back to Fixit, and continue stroking his chest as gently as I can. "Mari! Mari? Oh. There you are."

I address my brother without turning to him. "Hey, Bumbee."

"You ready to go? The council's sending Carrier on a ship, remember?" I nod. "Well, it's going to be landing a few miles away, and we need to go get her. You coming?"

I glance back to Bumblebee before turning to my soon-to-be minicon, then turn back to Bumblebee. "I don't know, Bee… I can't leave Fixit like this…"

"I-I can go… Y-you shouldn't miss seeing your carrier…"

"Bee's bringing her here, Little One…"

Fixit reaches up and wipes the few tears off his faceplates before looking up to me. "I said I could go with you, Mari. You haven't seen her in orns…"

"Fix… You're in pain, Little One. I can't ask you to come with me…not in your condition…"

He huffs as he secures his wheels. "I'm not the first minicon to carry, and I'm pretty sure I won't be the last. I can still go with you."

I sigh heavily. "If you're sure…"

"I am."

I nod. "Then come on." I run outside and shift into my normal form before opening the passenger door for my minicon and turning to follow Bumblebee. "You're sure you'll be okay?"

"I'm fine, Mari. Don't worry."

"Fix…" I can't help but laugh. "You know that telling me not to worry is like trying to get a cybercat that's not mine to sit on command."

"Sorry…"

"Don't be." I sigh softly. "And I know you'll be all right. I'm just worried about you right now…probably will be until those sparklings are here at the earliest, and until you're recovered at the latest."

"You… You really care that much?"

"Of course I do, Little One… Did you think I was just leading you on?"

"Um…"

I sigh, wishing I could hug the little fellow. Thankfully, Bumblebee stopped just ahead, so I'll get to. We transform at the same time moments after Fixit climbs out.

"I'm sorry…"

"Fixit, no…" I kneel and pull him in for a gentle hug. "I know you've been mistreated and lied to in the past, but that's over now, all right? I care a lot about you, and I just want to see you happy." I feel the small frame shudder, and lean him back gently to find him crying. "Fix…?"

"Th-that's the n-nicest th-thing anyone's s-said to m-me…"

"Oh, Little One…" I pull him back in and blink back my own tears over his hard life so far.

"Mari? Carrier's ship's in sight."

I nod, and straighten up with the minicon still in my arms. "Mari?"

"Easy, Little One. Carrier's almost here, and she hated it when I'd run around like a mechling." I giggle. "Came home every day covered in filth because of it, and she really got tired of my dirt-loving streak."

"Oh…" He looks down before shrugging, and simply cuddles into my chest. "Okay."

"You want down?"

"Nope. I'm good."

"Okay then…" I look up, and grin. "She's here."

"Please don't forget I'm here…"

"I won't, Sweets." I step forward and stop at the bottom of the lowered ramp. "Carrier."

She steps off and hugs Bumblebee first. "It's great to see you again, mechling."

"I'm an adult now, Carrier."

"You're still my mechling, though." She turns to me with a smile. "My Mariposa. Look at you." She hugs me, then smiles sadly. "Your sire would be glad to see you so grown up…"

"He'll get to see me someday, Carrier. I'll be in the Realm of the Primes with him someday…" I look down at my minicon. "Carrier, this is Fixit."

"I remember how much you wanted to find him when you were little…"

I nod. "He was on the ship, just like I'd told Sire…" I smile sadly. "His old friend talked him into interfacing, Carrier. He's ten weeks with just as many newsparks."

"Oh…Sweetspark…"

I smile brighter. "We'll get through this together, though. We've decided to form a symbiote bond as soon as the sparks transfer. I'm going to be a symbiote carrier like I wanted to growing up."

She smiles and hugs the two of us together. "I'm so proud of you for not giving up on the little guy, Mari. You definitely got your Sire's determination."

"Too bad I couldn't save Blades…"

"You did your best, Mari. Even I know that much."

"I'm thinking of taking Fixit to see him, once we've got our bond formed."

She gets a sad look in her eyes. "You were always close to Defensor…"

"Artificial bonds—ones we looked at as sibling bonds—remember?"

"Too well, Sweetspark. You were sparkbroken for vorns after their deaths…"

I look down sadly for a moment, then look up with determination. "They won't be in vain. Bee and I will make sure of that."

"There's my little prime."

I smirk. "I haven't been little for vorns, Carrier."

"Ready to head back to the Scrapyard?"

"Yep. Let's roll."

"I still don't know how you came up with that so fast…"

I shrug. "History, Bee. Just history."

We start back to the scrapyard. "I still don't get how you came up with that so fast."

"It's what Todd Beamer said on 9-11. Let's roll. Then they stopped the hijackers and crash-landed the plane in a field. Everyone on that plane died free that day."

"And you chose it because…"

"That, and because Dad used it a few times. It followed well."

"That, I can understand."


I turn to Carrier's holoform after getting Fixit settled back on my bed, his wheels in their usual place beside my bed. "Fix and I stay in here. The others just recharge wherever in vehicle mode. I figured you could stay in here with us if—"

"I'm fine with staying with the troops, Mari. You know that."

"I guess I was just worried. You know, because you're—"

"It's fine. I understand." She hugs me tightly. "Besides, you were so used to being high caste, even though you got there near the start of the war. I was worried that you would have trouble settling into our base here on Earth before."

"I was fine with living in a rock. It was a new expirence."

"I bet that's what you told Bumblebee."

I nod. "He was so out of place, Carrier. Thought the world had ended, when only life as we knew it had. It was easy to settle in on a new planet." I shrug. "But then again, I'd done it a lot more recently than he had, so…"

"You knew it wouldn't hurt him."

"And I had other things to worry about besides his alloy hives. Blades…he needed me, and I was so…so hurt…still…because I wanted them all to be okay, and here I am, a half of a combiner, and he's…he's alone…"

Carrier lays a hand on my shoulder. "It's all right, Mariposa. You did everything you could."

"Then why doesn't it feel like it's enough?"

"It never does…"

"Carrier? You're thinking about Sire again, aren't you?"

"I'll be all right."

I sigh heavily. "Till all are one, Carrier."

"Till all are one."