I think I've officially wrote this chapter three times. But here it is finally after about three days of starring at the computer while trying not to freeze to death while writing it... *is currently buried under about ten blankets as I write this* Mm... warmth... XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Many thanks to Answerthecall and Shadow Kat for reviewing.
Speech Key
Italics = Thoughts
:Comm link:
"Twin speech" I think I will have someone finally decipher Sam and Dion's 'code' but I'm not going to keep writing in it over here... Though I am leaving it in TRSL.
"Blah" = Synced voices
Chapter 4: Lost
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"I'm hungry."
Sam shook her head. "When aren't you?"
Dion stuck his tongue out at his twin and continued to poke at Nora, who was lying passed out on the sofa of the small room that they had been given the night before. The teen had finally crashed sometime after they had fallen asleep, the stress of the last few days weighing heavily on her.
Dion was currently running a finger lightly over her nose trying to make her sneeze or wake up. So far he'd managed to make her flinch and slap at his hand but otherwise Nora was out for the count.
"Why don't we go find something to eat then?" Sam sighed finally tired of her brother's antics, annoyed that her own stomach was protesting the lack of food.
"She'll kill us if she wakes up and we're gone."
"I doubt she'll wake up for a while if she hasn't woken up to your poking and prodding by now. Now come on." Sam slipped out of twin speak.
She poked her head into the hallway and noted a distinct lack of well anyone, before stepping out and motioning for her brother to follow.
"Where do you think everyone is?"
"Well... it is a military base... maybe they're all at work or something..."
They continued to make they're way until they eventually came at a crossroads and eventually more people. Several people gave the two youngsters an odd glance but continued on their way. Eventually they came at another crossroad again and they took a left and after several more turns the people began to thin out again making Dion nervous.
"We're lost. Maybe we should have asked someone for directions."
"Maybe we should..."
They tried to backtrack to the first hallway, but after several minutes they were standing in an intersection arguing over which way to go.
"We came left here." Dion pointed down the hall to the right.
"No it was right!"
"Left."
"Right!" Sam glared at him.
"Left!"
"What are you two doing here?" the twins jumped a mile and spun to find a slim but toned, black haired man standing there with his arms crossed as he glared down at them with irritated blue eyes set deeply into his stern features.
Dion noted the dark uniform he was wearing and smiled. Sam shot her brother a glare as she noted the man's eyes with recognition. It was another Autobot.
He liked cops. The raven haired man stared at them expectantly as he stared them over. "What are you two sparklings doing down here?"
"We got lost looking for something to eat." Dion said with a wide grin. "You're a cop right? I can see it in your stance! Do you have a gun? no wait I think I'd rather see your tazer thingmabob! Please?!"
Sam let out an irritated sigh with a glare at her twin. "Dion..."
"What? I was only asking..."
"And what did momma say about pestering people with that weird Sherlock Holmes stuff?"
"Notta do it but the art of deduction is too awesome to ignore. It makes me cool."
"Nah uh. It makes you annoying." the girl snorted.
"Yeah huh."
"No."
"Yes."
"Does not!"
"Does too!"
"Why must you always be right?!"
"Because I am!"
"No you're not!"
The Autobot cleared his throat earning their attention. He was met by twin set's of equally blue eyes. "Where are your creators?"
"... Who?" Sam frowned.
"Your parental units?"
"Momma's in the um..." the boy glanced at his sister.
"Ratchet took our mother to the med bay since she's injured."
The holoform let out a quiet sigh as his eyes grew dim for about a minute. "You are Samantha and Dion correct?"
"Yes sir." the girl nodded as his eyes grew dim once more. When they brightened once more he let out another sigh.
"Follow me. I'll take you to the cafeteria while Eject goes to track down your caretaker Nora."
"That shouldn't be hard." Sam muttered.
"Yeah Nora's dead to the world right now. I was poking her forever..." Dion smirked "Too bad I didn't have some shaving cream or whipped cream I could have gotten her good..."
"And then she'd revoke your video game rights again and make you read for once..." Sam smirked at her brother.
"So um... what's your name?" Dion quickly changed the subject.
"My designation is Prowl."
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A little bit earlier...
Mikaela sat in the med bay staring at the mirror in her lap, at the woman in her reflection. She still saw herself in the reflection, but the woman in the glass was older, more... mature... Well it's a relief... with twins one would think I'd be completely grey from the stress of being a single mother... she frowned as she lowered the mirror. Single mother... but I thought that Sam was their father... why would...
"Mikaela? Is something the matter?" Ratchet asked from the doorway. He could see the confused look over her face, tinged with distress.
"I... I had an errant thought that's all." she said shaking her head. The holoform's eyes narrowed on her. She turned her head to avoid his glare. "I was thinking about how lucky I am not to be completely grey haired considering that I'm a single mother of twins..."
"And?"
Mikaela looked at the mirror in her lap as tears welled up in her eyes. "Ratchet... would you tell me what I did to Sam?"
He stiffened at the question and looked away. "I'm not sure you want me to answer that Mikaela."
"I... I didn't cheat on him did I?"
"No."
"But it was me right? I ended our relationship didn't I?"
"Yes."
"Ratchet..."
"Oh, I'm sorry am I interrupting?" A grey haired sharp featured man said as he looked up from the chart in his hand.
"Neal. I'm sure you remember Mikaela."
"Hey there Miks." Neal flashed a grin. "How's it going?"
She shook her head as she returned the smile. "Other than my headache I'm good."
Neal stood at the foot of the bed as Ratchet grumbled about needing administer her meds. "You know why I'm here right?"
"Um... Ratchet said something about you helping me with my memory... Though I'm not sure how much a shrink is going to help me..."
Neal gave her a small smile. "I'm a really good grief councilor. However there is one other way I might be able to help you... but I really need your consent first before I try it... Tell me do you remember how I joined N.E.S.T.?"
"Not really. I just know they recruited you and Demy right after Mission City." Mikaela shook her head.
"Kind of but not quite." he said fidgeting slightly as he took his glasses off to clean them. "Me and Dem were at Mission city alright, in fact we're the main reason a certain saboteur is still online. Well, mostly me. You see... I have a nasty ability to get into people's heads."
"... Why do I have a feeling that you mean that you're something more than a psychiatrist?"
Neal replaced his glasses. "I'm a telepath Mikaela. The government keeps me here because they're afraid of me mingling with human society because of how powerful my ability is... Among other things, but that is not important right now. I can help you out if I am able to retrieve your memories it would save you alot of healing time and grief... Unfortunately, I cannot guarantee that it will not hurt or that I will be able to fully retrieve all of your memories. And because I will be seeing almost every moment of the last ten years of you life, I really want your permission before I go rooting around in your head."
Mikaela bit her lip as she thought over the Shrink's words. Ratchet watched her out of the corner of his optics when a ping came on his comm.
:Prowl... I thought I told you to rest.:
:Ratchet... I am.. technically. I decided to check out the brig to see if it meets the standard requirements when I came across two human sparklings who claim that you have their mother in the med bay...:
:Are their names Samantha and Dion?:
:Yes.:
:Their mother Mikaela is in the med bay right now. Those twins should be with their cousin Nora not wandering the halls.:
:Primus... More twins?: Ratchet chuckled at Prowl's complaint. The mech had little tolerance for twins between the terror twins and the moronic twins alone... the two youngsters must be very hyperactive to get this kind of complaint from Prowl...
:I am going to take them to refuel. Please have someone send their caretaker to retrieve them in the cafeteria so that I may scold her for hers and their irresponsibility.:
:I will send Eject to get her. Though when you do meet the girl, do go easy on her. My last scans on her revealed that the girl was severely deprived of rest for at least several days worth if I'm to guess correctly. The children most likely slipped out while the youngling was asleep.:
:Noted, however I will still talk to them about their irresponsibility.:
Ratchet chuckled and shook his head, earning curious glances form the other two. "You're younglings are well on the way to sending Prowl into a glitch." he said to Mikaela.
She smiled. "Alright Neal, we can try this."
