mbv, NEST HQ, Beginning to Recover...
Med ward: *peaceful and quiet, full of night's dark shadows in the corners and that soft unreality that seems to fall with the dusk*
Denver: *restless as she sleeps*
Tracks: *soft intake, and then he opens his eyes and frowns toward the ceiling, wondering where he is and what smells so delicious*
Denver: *shifts positions again*
Tracks: *looks at her and frowns, then turns his head and looks the other way, his brows lifting as he sees Jack at the desk*
Jack: *dozing*
Tracks: *watches Jack for a moment, and then notices his own hand and blinks at it with surprise*
Denver: *awake with a soft sound*
Tracks: *turns back toward the sound, his brows lifting*
Denver: *sitting up and rubbing at her eyes a bit*
Tracks: *slowly moves his hand and grasps the bed rail nearest her*
Denver: *attention goes to Tracks, and then her expression's softening with relief*
Tracks: *quizzical expression, those icy eyes silently asking her questions*
Denver: *reaches to gently brush her fingers against Tracks' cheek, lower lip trembling slightly*
Tracks: *turns his face toward the touch, his hand going from the railing toward Denver's hand. And now he looks slightly confused*
Denver: *looks past Tracks for a moment* Oy, Professor Ruteger, Tracks 's awake...
Jack: *awake, blinking a bit as he gets up out of the chair to come over*
Tracks: *turns his head again to look at Jack, the crease between his brows deepening as he tries to figure out just where he is and why everyone looks so strange*
Jack: *scans Tracks, raised brow, before he's alerting Rachel over comms and asking for advice*
Rachel: *tired and muzzy* //What's wrong, sport?//
Jack: //One of the guests in the med ward is showing signs of trauma-induced amnesia...//
Denver: *Doesn't like the look on Jack's face* *Quietly* Professor Ruteger? Wh't...
Rachel: //Darnit. Is he saying anything?//
Jack: //Not yet, he hasn't...//
Tracks: *eyes quickly to Denver's face, the frown crease changing to bewilderment*
Rachel: //He might not be able to yet. Keep him calm and see if you can find out what he remembers last.//
Jack: *small nod* //I'll do my best. Geordi out.//
Rachel: //Crusher out.//
Denver: *reaching for Tracks' hand, worry clear in her actions*
Jack: *To Tracks, in Cybertronian* [How do you feel?]
Tracks: *starts and looks back, understanding clear in his eyes. But then he's frowning again, his free hand going cautiously to his mouth as he shakes his head slightly*
Jack: *small frown, nods, makes note of that* [Alright... Do you know the hand signs?]
Tracks: .... *closes eyes and searches memory, then gives his head a slight shake*
Jack: *small nod, suspected as much* [I'll stick with yes or no questions then... Do you know who you are?]
Tracks: *pause, and then a nod, though he looks uncertain*
Jack: [Do you know where you are from?]
Tracks: *nod. He looks pretty sure about that one*
Jack: *gives Denver a Look as she's about to speak* *quietly* [Do you know what mode you are in?]
Tracks: *expression shows pure confusion*
Jack: *slight frown, wonders if he picked too hard of a question, simplifies, or tries to* [Do you know what race you are?]
Tracks: *nods*
Jack: *considering something* [Do you know the writing glyphs? ]
Tracks: *closes eyes and thinks, can nearly see the images in his mind... but then they're gone* *shakes head, frowning*
Jack: *gently pats Tracks' hand* [That's alright... They'll come back to you...] *considers transforming*
Tracks: *looks at the hand that just got patted, and then lifts it to frown at it again*
Jack: *gently* [Would you prefer to be in your root mode?]
Tracks: *expression of deep concentration as he works over the words, and then he brightens and nods*
Jack: *helps Tracks transform*
Denver: *frowns, has no idea of what's being said* Jes' wh't's goin' on?
Tracks: *small, nearly soundless peep of sound as he resumes the form he remembers, and then he's looking at his hand and smiling for a moment before he blinks and reaches over his shoulder* *optics widening, he takes his other hand from Denver and uses it too to look for his wings*
Denver: ... *and now she's feeling guilty again, even as Jack databursts her a language packet*
Jack: *Gently* [Do you remember what year it is, Tracks?]
Tracks: *slightly frightened. Shakes his head*
Jack: *small nod, quietly begins explaining about the War, and how the Autobots had to flee Cybertron*
Tracks: *staring at him, and then shaking*
Denver: *giving Jack a DEATHGLARE, soothing murmurs in Cybertronian, though her normal accent makes her sound strange*
Tracks: *shutters optics, but tears escape anyway to run down his cheeks. And then, unconsciously, his hand is reaching toward Denver's*
Denver: *gently taking Tracks' hand in her own, resisting the urge to rub Tracks' back, as she's sure that'll just make things worse*
Jack: *quietly* [If you'd like, I can call Optimus here...]
Tracks: *shakes head without unshuttering his optics*
Jack: [Alright...] *Soft sigh, to Denver* [Maybe you should re-introduce yourself...]
Denver: *quietly, making a slight face at how she sounds* ['M Denver MacKenzie....]
Tracks: *gives her hand a gentle tug and moves to one side slightly on the narrow, oddly padded berth*
Jack: *Gently, to Tracks* [Do you remember her?]
Tracks: *ignoring Jack for now. This femme is holding his hand. He would like her closer so that he can hide a little from all the confusing things crowding his senses*
Denver: *carefully moving closer to Tracks, paying attention to his body language*
Tracks: *hopeful small smile. Yes, come. Here, there's room on the berth... right?*
Denver: *moves to put her arms around Tracks' waist once she's on the bed*
Tracks: *small sigh and hides his face against her neck as he starts to relax, though he's still shaking slightly*
Denver: *in protective mode, will quietly hum that lullaby she likes so much*
Jack: *quietly picks up where he left off on the story, explaining about the planet Earth, the humans, and what he knows of Tracks' whereabouts up to the day the mech began living at the lodge*
Tracks: *really isn't listening. Instead he's wondering why even laying here like this feels unfamiliar. Though that smell in the air is starting to pick at memories that he can't access yet. He likes it, and he thinks it's somehow associated with Denver*
Denver: *deep breaths, is trying to stay calm*
Tracks: *sighs again, and then leans back to look at her quizzically. Shows her by putting their hands next to one another that he would like her to transform. Wants to see her face so he can search his memory banks*
Denver: *small nod, transforms*
Tracks: *hand to her cheek as his optics search her visage. Slight slight frown, and then a sigh and he starts searching through his files as best he can as he gently kisses her on the forehead*
Denver: *still feeling guilty, but leans into Tracks' touch a bit*
Tracks: *optic shutters drop as he nuzzles close. And then he lays like that for several moments, just holding onto her for comfort and being reminded slightly of his days in the creche when he used to cling to his peers and be clung to when they were tired or upset*
Jack: *Debates getting a blanket for the pair, decides to do so*
Denver: *holds Tracks close, still quietly humming that lullaby, even when Jack returns with a blanket*
Tracks: *gives a little start as a file falls into place. Optics open and widen, and then he's pushing himself up on an elbow to look around worriedly*
Jack: *Gently* [Easy, Tracks...]
Denver: *will sit up to gently fuss over Tracks now*
Tracks: *pauses as he spots Raoul curled sleeping in the rocking chair and sighs with relief, then looks at Denver with something like recognition in his optics. He doesn't fully remember her yet. But he knows there is a femme in his life, and a son, and he knows what they should look like. He's a bit confused by Denver's current appearance, but before she changed she looked like she should*
Denver: *fighting the relieved-looking wibble that's trying to work its way onto her face, will continue to quietly fuss over Tracks as only she can*
Tracks: *squeezes optics shut with weariness and slowly lowers himself back to the pillow. It's not fright that's making him shake now*
Denver: *Quietly* [Get s'me rest, Tracks... 'M 'ere... Ah ain't goin' nowhere.]
Tracks: *sighs and puts his arms around her, cuddling her close in a way he wouldn't normally do*
Denver: *resumes quietly humming the lullaby, even as she settles against Tracks and listens to his spark*
Tracks: *rests his forehead against hers and shutters his optics. He's soon asleep*
Denver: *continues to hum the lullaby*
Jack: *Drapes the blanket he brought over Tracks and Denver, sends Rachel an update on Tracks' condition and returns to his place at the desk*
Later that morning...
Tracks: *sleeping quietly, his face next to Denver's*
Raoul: *still surprised by how his mentor is laying. Keeps looking over the top of his laptop toward them as he sits in the rocking chair and writes an essay*
Patrick: *brings a tray of breakfast foods to the med ward. No, he's not doing it as an excuse to check on Tracks, he's just trying to be helpful*
Raoul: *looks at him* Three breakfasts. Wow, cushy.
Patrick: *as he sets the tray on one of the portable tables* I wasn't sure what you, Tracks, and Denver preferred...
Raoul: *nods and regards the tray thoughtfully, wondering if he's got any room for anything else after the breakfasts that Rachel and Dr. House had brought, and the smoked ham that Denver had discovered in Tracks' subspace*
tray: *has a selection of fruits and juice, as well as some coffee and milk*
Raoul: Yeah. Thanks. *glances at the bots on the bed and then resumes typing* Tracks ain't woke up yet this morning.
Patrick: *concerned look, small nod* Rachel and Jack provided an update on his condition....
Raoul: Major Mac says his brain's all scrambled.
Patrick: *Another nod* His processor got rattled pretty badly from the impact... From what Jack told me though, he should make a full recovery...
Raoul: *nods and then looks over as he hears a soft gasp from the bed*
Patrick: *Attention going to the bed now*
Tracks: *just started awake and is trying to figure out where he is. Hasn't moved yet*
Denver: *awake, or getting there, at least*
Raoul: *holding his breath*
Tracks: *air circulation starting to speed up as he panics slightly*
Patrick: *transforms, before taking a small step closer to the bed* [Tracks, circulate deeply...]
Tracks: *startles, but he knows that voice and trusts it. Hides his face against the femme in his arms and tries to obey*
Denver: *going to fuss over you now, Tracks*
Tracks: *moves slightly to look at her quizzically, his optics searching her face. Okay. Okay... here's more familiarity.* *shutters optics gratefully as he tightens his hold on her and concentrates on trying to carry out his CO's order*
Raoul: *type type... peek. Type...*
Optimus: *will wait until Tracks is calmer before suggesting that Denver transform to alt-mode*
Denver: *still fussing over Tracks, murmuring reassurances in English and Cybertronian*
Tracks: *finally circulating normally. Moves again to look at Denver, his expression pleading for an explanation. This isn't Cybertron, and he's got no idea why he's here*
Denver: *quietly summarizes what she picked up from Jack's explaination of things. This is a building on a planet called Earth, and the Autobots are here, because the Decepticons chased them off of Cybertron.*
Tracks: *frowning deeply by the time she's done, and then gently moves a hand from her waist to her face, a bit of apology in his optics. He needs reminding who she is, please?*
Denver: *quietly* [Denver MacKenzie] *will explain about humans and about why she's not human right now as well*
Tracks: *fingers gently stroke her cheek, the question still in his optics. He has her name now, but who is she?*
Denver: *quietly* ['M y'ur girlfriend...] *will scoot back a bit so she has room to transform*
Tracks: *blinks and then startles as he sees her alt mode. Brow plates up in question*
Denver: [Th's 's wh't Ah normally look lahk... Ah 'ad a run-in wit' s'methin' th't changed me int' a Cybertronian femme...]
Tracks: *brows go UP!*
Denver: *slowly reaching to gently brush her fingers against Tracks' cheek* [We onleh jes' recentleh started bein' a couple...]
Tracks: *very slight frown, but then he's shuttering his optics and leaning toward the comfort of her touch. He's surprised he's gone Jazz and taken a native girlfriend... but he can't fault his taste in the choice*
Denver: *continues with the soothing murmurs as she moves to snuggle against Tracks again*
Tracks: *sighs and holds her, then lifts his head slightly and looks for Optimus*
Optimus: *gently, concern clear in his expression* [Are you feeling better than before?]
Tracks: *brows draw together as he wonders before when?*
Optimus: *quietly* [You hit your head the other day... Wheeljack told me that you were awake for a little while late last night...]
Tracks: *very slight headshake as he looks apologetic. He doesn't remember that*
Optimus: *small nod, considering something* [Would you prefer to be brought back to the private quarters you and your family share?]
Tracks: *optics brighten just a bit at the word 'family'. Nods slightly, looking for Ratchet to see if it's alright with her*
Rachel: *passed out on the examining table and hugging Fluffy*
Tracks: *doesn't recognize her. Looks back to Optimus*
Optimus: *quiet chuckle as he glances at Rachel and sees that Jack is laying on the table with her* [I think Ratchet and Wheeljack are worn out...]
Tracks: *blink blink blink. Oh right. Native alts. Concerned frown now*
Optimus: *to Tracks* [Do you think you'll be able to walk?] *yes, he knows he's getting a Look from Denver*
Tracks: *moves to sit up*
Rachel: *without moving* Don't even think about it.
Tracks: *back down!*
Raoul: *silent snigger fit behind his laptop*
Optimus: *soft snerk*
Denver: *fussing over Tracks again, is agreeing with Rachel on this matter*
Raoul: There's a wheelchair over there. Could we use that?
Optimus: *glances to the wheelchair and brings it over*
Tracks: *isn't hearing Ratchet disapproval, and so sits up again cautiously, only to wince and put a hand to his head as the room spins*
Raoul: *has set his computer down and is up to help*
Denver: *fussing quietly*
Raoul: *quietly* Here, Major Mac, you get his other arm. Let's make this as quick as we can.
Rachel: Gurney.
Denver: *looks to Rachel for clarification* Hm?
Raoul: *looking around* That bed they brought Lt. Darby in on. *frowning as Tracks shows signs of shutting down from the effort of being upright*
Denver: *will fuss and gently help Tracks lay back down as Optimus takes the wheelchair and puts it out of the way before wheeling the gurney over*
Tracks: *hand moves and closes around hers as it bumps into it*
Raoul: *frowning and looking at his mentor's face* Is it really safe to bring him home?
Optimus: *muses* It's quieter there, isn't it?
Raoul: Yeah, except when those dumb guys're runnin' around.
Optimus: And Rachel's not putting up a stink about it... *yes, he knows he's going to get a Look for that. No, he doesn't care.*
Raoul: Okay.... *looks to Denver* Ready when you are.
Denver: *gives Tracks' hand a gentle squeeze before moving to get off of the bed so she can help get him onto the gurney*
Optimus: *also moving to help*
Raoul: *not too sure what to do, so he grabs the soft blanket he brought from their rooms yesterday*
Tracks: *optics shuttered, he's only partly aware of what's going on. But he sighs when they get him settled on the gurney*
Optimus: *making a few quick calls to make sure the hallways will be clear* *small nod when he's informed by Mia that Alex is currently sitting on Seamus to keep him out of trouble, and that Samuel's busy being a baby jungle gym* Let's get going then....
Raoul: Who's gonna steer? *putting the blanket by Tracks' feet and grabbing his laptop*
Optimus: I will.
Denver: *small nod, moves to put her hand on Tracks' again*
Tracks: *fingers close around it, and he moves his head slightly, but then sinks into recharge*
Raoul: *too worried to even make any wise cracks*
Denver: *is also very worried*
Raoul: *walking along beside the gurney, and then runs ahead to make double sure nobody's in the way*
Seamus: *Down a side hallway, being sat on by Alex after losing a wrestling match*
Raoul: *just frowns instead of snerking and commenting. Nods to Alex and continues on his way*
Alex: *nods back as Optimus carefully guides the gurney towards the rooms that Tracks, Raoul and Denver currently call home*
Me, myself, and Irene: *standing near the door to Tracks and Raoul's room, having an earnest conversation with her shirt in backward Mandarin Chinese*
Raoul: 0_0 *hastily covers his eyes before he can see anything else, just in case she hasn't got an undershirt on*
Javan: *coming down the hall, is looking for Irene, has a dinoham sandwich for her!*
Optimus: *soft snerk*
Denver: *brief glance at Irene, attention goes back to Tracks*
Irene: *shows Javan the hand*
Javan: C'mon... *offers sandwich* Le's go eat in th' cafeteria.
Irene: *has noticed Tracks, and now the mischief is gone from her face* ....
Javan: *serious expression as he listens to Optimus' instructions* *quietly, to Irene* Le's get outta their way f'r a bit...
Irene: *will drop her shirt and cling to Jazz's arm, her expression troubled as she nods*
Javan: *nods to Optimus, gently guides Irene out of the way*
Raoul: *opens the door and props it, then starts moving stuff out of the way before he runs over and jumps on Tracks' bed to get it ready*
Optimus: *carefully guiding the gurney into the room*
Raoul: Okay, this is ready. You need me to do anything?
Optimus: Let's get him set down... I'll make sure Seamus and Samuel steer clear of this hallway while Tracks is recovering.
Raoul: *frowning* Can you'n Major Mac move him without sittin' him up? That really seemed to ##@$#@ him up.
Optimus: *nods* That shouldn't be too hard if we work together...
Raoul: Tell me what to do. *dead serious*
Optimus: Help Denver with Tracks' shoulders and head... I'll get his feet...*moving to do so*
Raoul: *darts over and looks at Denver, waiting for directions*
Denver: *moving to put her hand under Tracks' head* 'Ere... Put y'ur 'ands wh're mahn 're...
Raoul: *does so, frowning as he realizes just how helpless his guardian looks right now*
Denver: *trying not to dwell on that*
Optimus: *down by Tracks' feet, is ready to lift* On three, we'll move him to the bed... One... two... three.
Raoul: *moves smoothly, proving stronger than his wiry frame would suggest*
Denver: *also moving smoothly*
Raoul: *sighs as they get Tracks on the bed, and then moves to adjust his pillow*
Denver: *moving to gently drape the soft blanket that Tracks likes best over the recharging mech*
Optimus: *will wheel the gurney out of the room now*
Raoul: *grabs his laptop and then goes and plunks down in the chair in the corner. He's left his shoes and coat in the med ward and doesn't notice*
Tracks: *small sigh*
Raoul: *looks up*
Denver: *attention wholly on Tracks now*
Raoul: *waits a little longer and then pulls his knees up* Guess he's asleep.
Denver: *quiet sigh, moves to sit on the floor next to the bed*
Raoul: *frown* What is it with you and the floor?
Denver: *small shrug* 'S kahnda comfy...
Raoul: And kinda dirty. *used to living in a garage. Still hasn't quite gotten used to soft carpet*
Denver: *quiet sigh* Y'u're gonna bug me 'bout 't till Ah sit s'mewh're else, ain'cha?
Raoul: *nod nod*
Denver: *sighs and gets up, before wiping the seat of her pants off and moving to sit on the other bed* 'S prolleh a good th'ng th't Ah keep leavin' mah boots behahnd...
Raoul: *looks at his feet, looks at the floor* ^_^;;
Tracks: *moves slightly, remembering someone there and not sensing them now*
Denver: *up and reaching to gently smooth Tracks' helm*
Tracks: *settles down with a sigh*
That evening...
Raoul: *passed out with his face on his keyboard*
Denver: *fell asleep earlier, has her butt and legs on the floor, while her arms and head are on Tracks' bed*
Rachel: *knocks softly*
Raoul: *snaps awake, closes his laptop and goes to see who's at the door*
Denver: *soft sound, murmurs something incoherant*
Rachel: *argues softly with Raoul for a bit, then gives him his shoes and watches him head down the hall toward the cafeteria and the other youngsters, who have been missing him to the point that Greg blacked Major McHale's eye* *comes into the room then and pauses when she sees Denver. Soft sound to try and wake the LOL'd woman up*
Denver: *sleepy murmur*
Rachel: *softly* Denver?
Denver: *lifts her head to blink blearily at Rachel*
Rachel: That can't be comfortable, even with how you're built now.
Denver: 'M fahn....
Rachel: There's enough room to sit on these beds. *moving to scan Tracks now*
Denver: *Quietly* Don' wanna jostle 'im too much...
Rachel: That sort of movement probably won't hurt him. It's just sitting up that will bother him for a little while. Having someone close might help with the confusion. *gently strokes the sleeping mech's helm* Did he remember anything the last time he woke up?
Denver: *as she moves to sit on the bed* 'E recognahzed Raoul... *quietly* But Ah th'nk mah appearance c'nfused 'im a bit...
Rachel: Confused him how? *checking Tracks' optics and his processor readouts*
Denver: 'S lahk 'e di'n't remember th't Ah'm 'is girlfriend... 'N wh'n Ah went back t' this look, 'e seemed c'nfused 'bout whah Ah c'ld tr'nsf'rm...
Rachel: *sits on the side of the bed herself* So he did recognize you, though?
Denver: *nods*
Rachel: That's a good beginning. *slight smile as she looks at her patient, then glances over to the roses, which someone brought by earlier* Valentine's day?
Denver: *nods* Yeah... 'S fr'm Tracks... *yes, she has the card still*
Rachel: *smile* I got a red shopping bag with a heart shaped recycling symbol on it... and forty pounds of mint chocolates.
Denver: ... Forty pounds?
Rachel: *nods* Godiva.
Denver: ... *chuckles* Ah ain't even gonna ask wh're y'ur 'usband managed t' get th't much chocolate.
Rachel: I did. He said 'online'.
Denver: Ah... yeah... y'u c'n fahnd most anehth'n onlahn...
Rachel: *chuckles* I'm making personal bets on what Merlin gets for Kia next year.
Denver: *soft chuckle, before her attention begins to wander back to Tracks*
Rachel: How are you coping with the changes?
Denver: 'T ain't easeh, Ah'll be perf'ctleh 'onest... *quieter* W'ld prolleh be easier 'f 'n Tracks 'adn't been 'urt... 'N Ah sh'ld prolleh go'n 'pologahze t' Skah...
Rachel: Apologize to Sky? *looks up quizzically*
Denver: Th' otha day, Ah kahnda said s'meth'n' wit'out th'nkin'...
Rachel: *frowns slightly, inviting her to continue*
Denver: Sh' w's jes' trah'n t' figure out whah Ah w's all but 'avin' a conniption fit...
Rachel: Did she get mad at you?
Denver: Ah ain't sure... But Ah still sh'ld 'pologahze t' 'er....
Rachel: Do you want me to stay here with Tracks?
Denver: ... Er... *torn between wanting to stay with Tracks, and wanting to apologize for being rude*
Rachel: *scans her in the meantime*
Denver: *is slightly low on energy, though it would more than likely be worse if she hadn't just been woken up a short while ago* *quietly* Ah'd r'thah not leave Tracks' sahd...
Rachel: *nods and coms Sky to see if she's busy. Finding that the femme is currently babyless, she asks her to bring some food to her location* That's perfectly fine.
Denver: *reaching to gently smooth Tracks' helm again* Ah jes'.... Feel responsible... Ah sh'ld'a been payin' more 'tention t' wh't w's goin' on 'round me...
Rachel: Weren't you trying to get Rose out of her SUV?
Denver: *small nod* Ah still sh'ld'a been payin' more 'tention...
Rachel: *only starts trying to get up without shaking the bed too much as a tap sounds at the door*
Denver: *Attention going to the door* ?
Rachel: *concedes defeat with a sigh and coms to Sky to just come in*
Sky: *enters, a big plate of roast beef and mashed potatoes in her hands*
Denver: *small nod to Sky* *Quietly* Skah... 'M sorreh f'r wh't Ah said th' otha day... Ah w's outta lahn.
Sky: *had paused when she saw whose room this is, is now frowning wordlessly*
Rachel: *watching her and willing her to remember that plates of food are not for throwing*
Denver: Even wit' 'ow worrehd Ah w's 'bout Tracks, th't di'n't give me th' rahght t' be so rude t' y'u.
Sky: *frowns more deeply*
Rachel: *worry*
Denver: *isn't quite sure what else to say, attention goes back to Tracks, even though she did see the food plate*
Rachel: Sky?
Sky: What am I supposed to do now? I can't slap her on the head like I do Streaker and Swiper after they say they're sorry.
Rachel: *facepalm*
Denver: *raised brow, isn't sure she wants to know*
Rachel: *looks up, mouth trying hard to twitch* You say 'I forgive you'.
Sky: *shrugs and looks at Denver* I forgive you.
Denver: *small nod* *quietly* Thank you...
Sky: *surprised* You're welcome. *looks at the food and then brings it to her*
Denver: *attention goes briefly to the plate of food, then back to Tracks*
Rachel: *in that voice of quiet command that the Autobots know so well* Denver, you need to eat.
Denver: *quiet sigh as she nods* Ah'm jes... worrehd, 's all... *will move to eat shortly*
Sky: Why are you worried?
Denver: Tracks 's pretteh rattled... 'N 'e w's 'avin' trouble recognahzin' me earliah...
Sky: *looks quickly to the sleeping Autobot, and then shoves the plate at Denver* Then you need to be strong so you can take care of him.
Denver: *another nod, begins eating*
Sky: *pulls a cob shaped piece of corn pone and a butter thingie out of her shirt pocket and offers those too*
Denver: *small nod as she accepts the offered corn pone and butter thingie*
Sky: And don't lose your honor. Primus knows what's going on. So does the Greatest Creator.
Denver: ... *confused blink*
Rachel: *as Sky also looks confused at Denver's reaction* The Greatest Creator is God. And Primus is the being who created Transformers.
Denver: ... Th' bit 'bout mah 'onor's wh't's c'nfusin' me...
Rachel: Colloquialism for don't freak out.
Sky: *thinks about that, and nods agreement*
Denver: ...Oh... *returns attention to food*
Sky: *turns to go, nodding to Rachel's thanks*
Rachel: Do you see that little red line on your line of sight, Denver?
Denver: *nods, has mouth full of corn pone and butter currently*
Rachel: If it drops below sixty I want you to eat.
Denver: *another nod*
door: *gets tapped again*
Denver: *looks up at the door*
Rachel: *makes another attempt to get up. Still can't do it* >_>
Sunshine: *calls through* Denver? It's me. May I come in?
Denver: *Swallows the bite she's got in her mouth* C'mon in, Sunshahn...
Sunshine: *slips inside, her cloaked wings rustling softly as she moves. Nods to Rachel, and then goes over and crouches by her friend, putting a hand on Denver's knee* I vill let you eat.
Denver: 'Ow's Rose?
Sunshine: *twitches her ears in a smile* She vas cursing Jean vhen I brought mien husband his supper.
Denver: ...Wh't'd Jean do th's tahm?
Sunshine: Got every unpaired voman in the base a rose for Valentine's day. *glances toward the bouquet on the table, inhaling slightly to catch the scent*
Denver: *Soft chuckle* Th' doof... 'T least 'e di'nt spend th's last paycheck on cigarettes... 'n Tracks got me those...
Sunshine: *head tilts as she tries to count* That's more than tvelve.
Denver: *Attention going to the roses, counts* ... *eyes widen slightly when she realizes that yes, there are more than one dozen roses there*
Rachel: *also counting* Thirty six....
Denver: *flabbergasted, and now she's ducking her head and taking the card that came with the roses out of where she stored it*
Rachel: *inhales* And I've never smelled storebought roses that smelled like that before.
Sunshine: No, neither have I. *ears twitching in her smile*
Denver: *Quietly names the type of rose. Yes, she knows what type it is.*
Rachel: *looks to her quizzically* I didn't know you could pick the kind of cut rose you bought.
Sunshine: Is that the card? *ears perked*
Denver: *Quietly* Ah know wh't tahp 't is 'cause'a all th' summers Ah spent 'elpin' mah Gram'ma in 'er garden... Most stoah-bought roses ain't got much scent t' 'em... *small nod to Sunshine*
Rachel: *rocks just a little, wanting to get up and go look at them. But she knows she can't till she gets a hand up*
Sunshine: *ears twitching in a big grin* May I see?
Denver: *small nod, holds the card out, food long forgotten*
Sunshine: *looks at it and gives a soft chuckle of delight* *softly* How sveet.
Rachel: *soft throat clearing sound*
Denver: *attention on Rachel now, quizzical look is a go*
Rachel: *nods to the plate*
Denver: ... *ducking a bit as she resumes eating*
Sunshine: *gently lays the card beside her, and then stands to pad over on her paw-like feet and examine the flowers* Do you think you vill dry some of them?
Denver: *Small nod, has mouthfull of mashed 'taters currently*
Sunshine: Ohhh, there is a teddy bear here!
Denver: *looks up from her plate* Huh?
Sunshine: The teddy bear. *pointing down into the bouquet*
Rachel: *intrigued. She's got a daughter with a Build a Bear fixation, so teddy bears are something she notices*
Denver: *food forgotten again as she gets up to look*
Sunshine: *gently lifting the one inch tall dark brown jointed teddy and holding it so Denver can see. The tiny bear is dressed as a ladybug*
Denver: Awww, now ain't th't jes' precious?
Sunshine: It is a love bug. *ears twitching much now*
Rachel: *looking at Tracks and grinning, very amused to see this previously unexposed side of his character*
Denver: *reaching for the tiny bear*
Sunshine: *holding it out carefully, fingers that can crush granite barely denting the short fur*
Denver: *gently holds the tiny bear as she moves to sit back down on the bed, trying to hide the slight wibble that's coming to her face*
Sunshine: *softly* Do you remember vhen you said that you vould never get flowers from anyvone but Jean?
Denver: *small nod*
Sunshine: *walks over to touch her friend's shoulder* I told you that you vere vrong.
Denver: *Another nod*
Sunshine: *crouches and looks up at Denver's face, her ears perked*
Denver: *quiet* Th' onleh way th's'd be aneh bettah w'ld be 'f Tracks were 'wake 'n Ah c'ld thank 'im properly....
Rachel: *looks from Denver's back to the sleeping mech, and then slips a hand under the blankets and gives him a slight shock*
Denver: *doing her best not to cry*
Tracks: *gasps and flinches, then circulates air as he tries to calm down from the surprise of being jolted out of a sound sleep*
Denver: *Attention goes to Tracks, and then she's gently fussing over him*
Sunshine: *excuses herself quietly, and then walks around the bed to give Rachel a hand up. Both women slip from the room*
Tracks: *looks at her, his expression still full of shock. Did she do that? What bit him??*
Denver: *Soothing murmurs, no, it wasn't her that did that, she doesn't know what bit him, but she's here now, everything will be okay*
Tracks: *calming, doesn't think to ask how Denver is picking up on what he's thinking so handily. Instead he just reaches a hand out, asking for a hug*
Denver: *has gotten good at reading Tracks' expressions. Will gently hug Tracks, and continue to murmur soothingly*
Tracks: *holds her close and sighs, then puts his mouth to her forehead and gently strokes her hair. The motions give him comfort, and he starts to purr very softly*
Denver: *soft sigh, taking comfort in the familiar actions and the sound of Tracks' spark* *quietly, in Cybertronian, as she's not sure whether Tracks would understand her if she spoke in her native English* [Raoul sh'ld be back soon... Th'n we c'n all get s'me sleep...]
Tracks: *nods, then curiously puts his hand to hers and touches the little fuzzy thing he can feel resting against his side*
Denver: *blink, glances down* ...*soft chuckle as she shows the tiny bear to Tracks* ['T w's in th' flowers...]
Tracks: *touches it and then suddenly smiles as recognition flashes across his face. Optics meet her eyes and his browplates raise. Yes, he chose this for her! He can remember that!*
Denver: *quietly, a small smile on her face* [Thank y'u...]
Tracks: *moves his mouth, but then just kisses her gently on the forehead*
Denver: *tips her head up a bit and moves to gently kiss Tracks' cheek*
Tracks: *optics widen just a little in surprise at the tingle, but then he resumes his soft purr*
Denver: *snuggles close, listening to both Tracks' spark and the purr he's making*
Tracks: *spark is singing happily, the sound a soft, strong counterpoint to his purr and the beat of his coolant pump*
Denver: *contented sound*
Tracks: *looks at her, and knows her. The recognition is clear on his face and in his optics, as his his smile as he mouths her name*
Denver: *snuggles close, murmuring affectionately as she does. No matter what happens, she'll stay*
Tracks: *looks up as he hears someone at the door, then smiles at Raoul as the teen wanders in sporting a new raccoon mask*
Raoul: *pauses with shock and then gets a massive grin, not caring that it pulls on the bruises*
Denver: *concerned* Raoul... Wh't 'appened? *will fret and fuss a bit now*
Raoul: Huh? *laughs* I tripped over Greg 'n landed on my face.
Denver: *frown*
Raoul: We were playin' basketball, 'n he tripped, and then I tripped. *snerk*
Tracks: *soft chuckle*
Denver: *frowning more, wants to fuss over Raoul, but also wants to snuggle Tracks*
Raoul: *stretches and yawns, then zeros in on Denver's forgotten supper and sits on the other bed to eat the potatoes* You guys look cute.
Denver: ...*blushing slightly and ducking her head against Tracks now*
Raoul: Whose dinner is this anyway?
Denver: W's mahn...
Raoul: *bounces over, giddy from relief at seeing Tracks' smile, and tries to poke a forkful of mashed potatoes and gravy at her mouth*
Tracks: *watching all this with silent wonder*
Denver: *Soft ack, will let Raoul get away with poking the forkful of mashed potatoes and gravy at her mouth*
Raoul: *Denver feeding time! Roast beef is next!*
Denver: *carefully moving to sit up so she doesn't jostle Tracks too much*
Tracks: *moves slightly, turning slightly to his side so that he can see better. His purring is still there, too faint for a human to hear, and he's smiling a bit as he watches his family interact*
Raoul: *pausing to see if Denver's going to get him for being silly*
Denver: *reaching for the fork, intends to shove a forkful of mashed potatoes at your mouth, Raoul*
Raoul: Ack, hey! *nom!*
Denver: *Chuckles* Turn'bout's fayuh play, Raoul.
Raoul: *shows her seefood*
Denver: Raoul!!! *lightly baps Raoul's arm*
Raoul: *laughing with his mouth shut, but then pops up, kisses her on the cheek, and tells her good night before zipping through the connecting door and closing it*
Tracks: *is looking curiously at the food on Denver's plate*
Denver: *rolls her eyes a bit, giving Raoul's retreating back a fond smile, before she's moving to sit down and finish what's left, remembering Rachel's words*
Tracks: *touches her back to get her attention*
Denver:*looks up, fork in mouth, turns to blink blink at Tracks*
Tracks: *looks at the plate, then looks at Denver. Doesn't really realize he's holding her little teddy bear in the hand he used to touch her back*
Denver: *Takes the fork out of her mouth and swallows the bite of mashed potatoes she was eating before she speaks* ['T's fuel...]
Tracks: *thinks he would like some fuel. Touches the plate lightly with a finger*
Denver: *small smile, scoops up some of the potatoes with the fork and offers that to Tracks*
Tracks: *eats, and then pulls a hilarious face in his surprise at the taste*
Denver: *Soft sound, isn't laughing at you, Tracks, just at your reaction*
Tracks: *One optic squinted shut and his tongue stuck out*
Denver: *gently patpats Tracks' hand, decides to put Seamus to work, tells him over comms to bring an energon bar to the room* *to Tracks* [W'ld 'n energon 'n calcien bah taste bettah?]
Tracks: *chewing up the potatoes, gives her a thoughtful look that says he has no clue but he's interested* *and then touches the plate to indicate he'd like more of this, even if it does taste strange*
Denver: *small nod, will scoop up another bite of potatoes and offer it to Tracks*
Tracks: *manages to restrain himself to a small grimace this time*
Denver: *Tells Seamus to come in when she hears him knock on the door* *will offer Tracks another bite of potatoes in the meantime*
Tracks: *eats, but then turns his head to see who is coming in*
Seamus: *raised brow when he gets into the room, knows he has rumor fodder, but remembers all too well what happened the last time, so will save it for another time. Sets a couple of pieces of the big cinna cookie that was brought to the lodge the other day down where Denver and Tracks can reach them* *To Tracks* You feeling any better?
Tracks: *quizzical expression. Who is this?*
Seamus: *Sees the Look Denver is giving him and promptly ignores it* I take it that's a no.... Well, get better soon.... *quick glance at Denver, will book it for the door before she can think to throw anything at him*
Tracks: *lifts a hand, frowning*
Denver: *calls Seamus a rude name, will offer Tracks a piece of the cinna cookie*
Tracks: *takes it, though he's rather bewildered by that swift departure*
Denver: *has the other piece of cookie, will take a bite of it*
Tracks: *bites and brightens slightly*
Denver: *looks up as someone else knocks on the door* ...
Tracks: *looks up too, his browplates lifting with curiosity*
Wheeljack: *peeks into the room, earlights turning a cheery blue when he sees that Tracks is awake*
Tracks: *recognizes the engineer and quirks a smile, his bit of cookie forgotten for the moment*
Denver: *Trying to figure out why Wheeljack looks familiar*
Wheeljack: *comes in once Denver gives him a slight nod, will move closer to the bed* *soft chuckle* [I see Denver got you a piece of that big CinnaSeeker Pandita got the other day...]
Tracks: *blinks and goes over the words a few times, then holds up his supper and nods slightly*
Wheeljack: *small nod, chuckles a bit when he sees that Denver's also got a piece of the cookie, is amused when Denver gives him a Look for interrupting supper*
Tracks: *notices that Look, and is confused. Wheeljack's alright. Dangerous around small electrical appliances, but alright* *pats Denver and gives her a questioning look*
Denver: ['E interrupted suppah...] *giving Wheeljack a mildly annoyed look, earning her more chuckling from the engineer*
Tracks: *brows lift. That's bad?*
Wheeljack: *Gently patpats Tracks' hand, will take the plate of what's left of the roast beef and mashed potatoes if noone objects*
Tracks: *looks back to Wheeljack at the patpat, then sees the plate and involuntarily makes a face as he remembers the flavor of the fuel on it*
Denver: *makes no move to stop Wheeljack* D'd Dr. Ruteger ask y'u t' come check on us, Professor?
Wheeljack: Just to see if you ate or not, Major.
Denver: *small frown, mutters something that earns a soft snerk from Wheeljack*
Tracks: *absently eating cookie as he watches them interact. The scent and flavor is nearly as irresistible as the one in the air*
Wheeljack: *To Tracks* [Have a good rest... Red Alert, Ratchet, or I will be by in the morning to see how you're doing.] *and then he's out the door with the plate*
Denver: *soft sigh, moves to stretch out a bit*
Tracks: *feeling tired out by all this coming and going, but he tries to share his blanket with Denver. Using only one hand, because he's eating cookie with the other*
Denver: *debating transforming as a means to keep her clothes from getting wrinkled* 'M fahn, Tracks...
Raoul: *from the other side of the door* You want your night clothes, Major Mac?
Denver: Yeah... *Decides that she'd rather not muck with subspace right now, since she's starting to feel tired*
Raoul: *pops in, and lo, he's got Froggy! But he's not offering Froggy, only her sleep clothes and toothbrush*
Denver: Eeeey! *will reach for the cartoony bullfrog stuffie as well* Gimme mah Froggy!
Raoul: *dances backwards, hiding the track t-shirt wearing toy behind his back* I found him!
Denver: On top'a MAH dresser! *will get up and chase Raoul, wants Froggy*
Raoul: *laughs and scoots into the other room, and then back, holding the stuffie out of reach*
Denver: Raoul!!! *grabs a pillow off of the other bed, and chases Raoul with the intention of liberating Froggy from the teen*
Raoul: *dodge and weaves! Then, nearly cornered, he takes a flying leap over Tracks' bed! ...And pastes himself against the wall before sliding down it*
Tracks: :o
Denver: *over to fuss and make sure Raoul's not seriously hurt*
Raoul: *has crawled under the bed and can be heard cracking up*
Denver: *Going after the teen now!*
Raoul: *out the other side! And under the other bed!*
Denver: *fussing in Mexican Spanish, and trying to get Raoul to let her make sure he's not seriously hurt*
Tracks: *has finished his cookie and is very tired. Not sure how to let his family know this, so he finally takes the clock off the night stand and drops it on the floor*
Denver: *Startles, tripping and landing on her butt*
Raoul: *peeks out past the bed skirt* ...?
Tracks: *sends a spare pillow after the clock*
Denver: *getting up off the floor, will go and change clothes in the bathroom before returning, wearing her pajamas*
Tracks: *is curiously examining Froggy when she gets back, his optics blinking sleepily*
Raoul: *is quiet happy music in the other room*
bittybugbear: *is sitting on the night table by the clock*
Denver: *moves to settle on the bed next to Tracks' bed*
Tracks: *turns his head and looks at her, then lifts his brow plates and reaches for her*
Denver: *okay, she'll come and lay down next to you, Tracks*
Tracks: *offers her Froggy, and then muffles a yawn. Yes, Transformers yawn*
Denver: *accepts Froggy, moves to snuggle against Tracks*
Tracks: *trying to put the covers over her, but he's shaking a little bit again. Might have pushed himself a little too hard yet*
Denver: *will help with the covers* *Quietly* [Le's get s'me sleep...]
Tracks: *sighs once she's covered, and then puts an arm around her. Kiss on her hair and then that soft purr*
Denver: *quiet, happy sound, snuggles close*
Tracks: *and he's asleep, just like that. The soft purring continues*
Denver: *will be awake for a little while longer, just listening to Tracks purr. Eventually she too succumbs to the need for sleep*
((co-written with random_xtras))