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School
TWO WEEKS LATER, 6:00 A.M.
The kaiju have kept us from sending Star to school for the last two weeks. Today, with the attack last night, I know she'll be safe for school. They sent Gipsy and Striker out to the attack, leaving the two us to sleep.
I switch off the alarm and wake Star before turning to pull her uniform from the closet.
"Why do I have to go to school?"
I sigh softly. "You need to learn." I smirk. "Besides, you're gonna do fine, Sweetspark."
"You never had it easy."
I smile. "But you're too likeable to be treated different."
"But I'm a jaeger."
"And the headmaster knows. You'll be released if there's a kaiju attack." I help her into her uniform.
"You're sure?" she sighs. "And what about the other girls? Do they know?"
"No, Sweetspark."
"What do I tell them? What if they hate me because I fight the kaiju?"
"They won't, Sweetspark." I smile. "Most of the world is grateful to you six." I help her with her buckles, then step back. "You're all ready now. I'll get Sunny, and we can go."
"Will you take me in everyday?"
"If I'm not busy. If I am, it'll be one of the bots."
"Bumblebee?"
I nod. "More than likely, and with Sam. Sunstreaker's kind of difficult to handle. Sides and I are the only ones who can."
"But he's pretty."
I nod. "I know. I love his paint job. Sides' too."
I sigh before climbing into Sunstreaker's driver's seat.
"You'd better not scratch my paint."
"Oh, clam it, Sunny. I won't. I'm a better driver than that, you fool."
"I'll believe that when I see it."
"Want me to prove it on the way back?"
"And have you blow your cover?"
I glare at Prowl through the window. "No need for cover here in Hong Kong, Prowl." I sigh. "Anyway, I'll be in the country when I shape-shift. You don't have to worry."
"No street racing."
I glare at him. "We'll. Be. In. The. Country." I shake my head. "Besides, I'm careful, and I'm no speedster. It's just to prove to Sunny here that I can, in fact, drive." I sigh before taking off.
SCHOOL
I climb out with her and take her in. "This is my daughter, Star."
The secretary crouches to her. "Hello, Star." She looks up to me. "I will take her to her class."
"Thanks." I crouch to my jaeger as she stands. "Be good today, Sweetspark. I'll see you after school."
"You too, Mommy." She sighs. "And Annie, and the puppies."
I nod. "And Annie. The puppies and Ryder may be busy. They're working, remember?"
She nods. "I wish you still had your cats."
I nod. "I do too, Sweetspark." I sigh. "You get moving before you're late. I'll see you tonight. Be good."
"I will!" She waves to me.
CAR
I climb into Sunstreaker with tears in my eyes. "What's wrong?"
"My baby's in school."
"And that's something to cry about?"
I scoff. "Like you'd care."
"You're like a sister to me." He laughs softly before starting back to the shatterdome. "Besides, I let you call me Sunny. Not even Sides gets to do that."
I smirk. "Guess you're right, Sunny." I pat the wheel before sighing. "It's going to be so empty at the Shatterdome, without my little Star to light up my day."
"Don't tell me you're still down over Ratchet dying."
"No, I'm still feeling guilty about letting Que die. It was my fault, after all. I didn't strike when I should have."
"You could have been killed."
"Duh." I cross my arms. "But that doesn't stop you."
"You're a femme."
"And you're a mech with serious vanity issues." I sigh. "Before that, I failed Blades when I didn't try to save his gestalt."
"At least he wasn't messing up my paint job anymore."
"He could have died, and all you care about is your slaggin' paint?" I shake my head. "I'm trying to find some sympathy here."
"Not going to find it here."
I cross my arms. "Apparently not." I sigh. "But just try to put youself in his shoes, and imagine if you accidentally killed Sides."
He sighs. "I'd feel terrible. He's my twin."
I nod. "There you go. He's your twin. They're his gestalt mates. I could have—should have—gone after them the second I heard, but I didn't."
"Don't blame yourself."
I sign before nodding. "Good point. They're back now, so I need to try and forget my failures." I sigh. "Preferably before another slaggin' kaiju attacks, and I need to have my head in the game."
"I wish we could get out there."
I pat the dash. "I know, Sunny, but I'm not sure we could get a jaeger built for you two before we can seal the breach."
"You could if everyone who could helped."
I cross my arms. "And how do you know that? The attacks are only about a week and a half apart. We'll have a double event soon!"
He pulls into the Shatterdome and parks. "Well, then we'll have to get her out there before—"
"Sunny, it's not possible. Stop asking me."
"What is not possible?"
"Cybertronian jaeger, Mako. Sunny's begging me to build one. I told him we couldn't get one made quick enough for her to be useful."
"I know." I follow her to the training room. "Gipsy has heard of your wings."
I sigh. "What's she think?"
She shrugs. "She did not tell me."
I shift my doorwings out. "I'll go talk with her."
"How did Star settle in?"
"She's fine." I sigh softly. "I'm the one fritzing."
"She will be fine."
"I know." I open the door. "I don't think we need any work on working together. We're as close as a gestalt."
"The Marshal will want us to train either way."
I shrug. "What we need is to stabilize our drift."
"Shey!" Gipsy looks at my back. "Cool!"
She reaches back to touch one, causing me to step back. "Remember what I said?"
"Doorwings are sensitive."
"Yes. So, please, don't touch them."
"Okay." She runs to Raleigh.
I follow her. "Why isn't she—"
"Herc let us keep her home. She—"
"Got hurt, but she's healed now. I understand."
"Doorwings?"
"Yep. Accident that I decided I liked. Not using it outside of this base." I shrug. "Star pointed it out to me two weeks ago. This is just the first time I chose to go around with them out."
He reaches up slightly before getting elbowed by Yancy. "Don't."
Raleigh sighs. "Can I feel?"
I turn around. "Go ahead. Just be careful."
"I will." He runs a hand over the doorwings. "Gipsy doesn't have anything like these."
"I know. Star either." I sigh softly.
"What's wrong?"
I turn to Mako. "I was just wondering if my techno-organic nature could be transferred through the drift—you know, if Star could get some of my CNA and become part Cybertronian like me." I shrug. "Then she could end up with doorwings too."
"You think she would like that?"
"I don't know. She sure likes mine." I sigh softly. "But doorwings are a difficult thing to deal with."
"Why?"
"Because they're so sensitive. If you're not used to having them, you could walk into something—which I did for a year before I finally stopped—they hurt when they get hit, they're always used to attack anyone with them because of their sensitivity…" I sigh softly. "And it's something a kaiju could use against us."
"I can understand that. We don't want them to find a way to hurt them even more. They're already hurting us in every mission, and they've got the EMP's…"
"My biggest fear is, if she does get my CNA, and she gets a Praxian frame, that it will transfer to her Jaeger form."
Mako lays a hand on my shoulder. "If it does, we will handle it."
"Thanks, Mako." I sigh. "I need to get to the medical bay."
