mbv, NEST HQ, Ophidiophobia
Denver: *trying to be as quiet as she can as she slips out of the suite, after having tucked WakeJumper in again* *is silently cursing the fact that she just remembered that she still had to finish filling out a form*
Ravage: *puddying down the hall with her tail in the air. She just helped somebody in out of the cold nasty shed!*
Denver: *pauses long enough to offer scritches*
Ravage: Mumu? *chirp. Bitty purrr and headbutt*
Denver: *quiet chuckle* Y'u'd bettah git back t' Steeljaw, 'fore 'e puts up a fuss...
Ravage: *amused sparkle in her eyes, and then she kitty kisses the nice scritchy hand and trots away, still feeling good about how she's helped*
Denver: *amused chuckle, headshakes as she stands and moves to head for her office* *A few moments later, she's getting her key out and unlocking the door*
com channels: *full of chatter. Denver, this is what life around Cybertronians usually sounds like*
Denver: *more amused chuckling as she hears the various conversations ranging from discussions about how comfy the beds are, to snarking from Samuel Robertson and Seamus Robertson*
TC: //If you two don't shut the slag up and let me sleep I'm gonna sit up and slag you both.//
Seamus: //You do, you'll make the kids cry!//
Denver: *facepalming, before she's freezing as she sees something on the desk move...*
TC: //Nope. I know how to do it and make them laugh. Remember?//
Seamus: //...I hate you.//
Denver: *backing up as she realizes that there is a snake on her desk* *loud, blood-curdling SCREAM, before she's measuring her length on the floor*
Samuel: //What the slag was that?!//
TC: *is that crashing sound you all just heard as he hit the door running.*
Sgt. Madison: *running past, was on his way to the gym since he had heard that his squad had the early morning time for training*
Tracks: *knows that voice. Is sitting bolt upright, calling for Denver over the com and then trying Cpt. Blume before he goes for Lt. Ross*
Lt. Ross: *sounding like she's running* //Ross here!//
WJ: *wide awake now and clinging to Tracks with a quiet whimper*
Tracks: *sharply* //Where's Denver?//
Lt. Wesson: *trips over his pants on the way out of the gym shower room and measures his length on the floor*
Lt. Ross: //I don't know! I heard someone scream though!//
Sgt. Madison: *putting a call out over general frequencies* //Someone get a medic!//
WJ: *whimpers and clings tighter, hiding his face against Tracks*
Tracks: *holding his younger son and wondering where the slag Raoul and Beau are if WakeJumper is here*
Dr. House: //Where am I needed?//
Col. Franklin: *sitting in quiet awe at the amount of talking going on in the still mostly silent lodge*
Sgt. Madison: //The offices. Major MacKenzie's on the floor!//
Beau: *is that thud that sounds like someone just ran into the door*
Raoul: *passed out under his bed with his radio off. He's going to be really slagged off when he finds out he missed all this*
Dr. House: //On my way!//
Tracks: *on his way, WakeJumper held tightly with one arm*
Beau: *out in the hall to meet them* Wh're 're th' offices? *looks about ready to bolt*
WJ: *hiding his face and keeping his optics shuttered tightly*
Tracks: *quiet and calm as he stops to open the hall door* This way.
Beau: *lips pressed in a thin line as he nods* Wh're's Raoul?
Tracks: *taking off at a run* Sleeping under his bed.
Beau: ... 'E ain't gonna be 'appeh... *running after Tracks*
Tracks: No, he won't. *around the corner and gaining speed, nearly smokes Patrick*
Patrick: *stumbles back a few steps, arm going around Emilia's waist automatically, concern on his face* Tracks?
Tracks: *already halfway up the hall*
Emilia: *shares a look with Patrick as Beau hurries past after a hasty apology*
Sgt. Madison: *crouched near his CO as Lt. Ross tries to corral the large black and yellow snake that was on Denver's desk*
Lt. Ross: *muttering something that's probably not polite as she tries to keep the snake from getting out into the hall* Where's Doc?
Tracks: *down to his knees, shouldering Sgt. Madison aside as he checks Denver's pulse and then scans her*
Denver: *pulse is weak and erratic, and her skin is clammy*
Dr. House: *is that startled whoop that just came down the hall*
Beau: *apologizing to Dr. House, acks as he nearly collides with Sgt. Madison*
Tracks: *muttering* She's not damaged.... *gives snake a stink eye* Not poisonous....
Beau: *scowling and moving to help Lt. Ross capture the snake* Yeah, but Sis's terrifahed 'f th' darn th'ngs.
WJ: *wibbles and clicks quietly*
Tracks: Ah. *uses his free arm to pull Denver close and speak to her quietly*
Dr. House: *just said something unprintable as he was wiped out by another runner*
TC: *facepalming* Seamus, you dumb....
Lt. Ross: *will let Beau capture the harmless snake, since he's better at this sort of thing* Good thing Major McHale's a heavy sleeper... He'd go screaming down the hall... He hates snakes almost as much as Major MacKenzie...
Seamus: *calls TC something rude*
TC: *ignoring brother in law in favor of trying to pat the dents out of the doctor*
Beau: Gotcha, ya goober... *can has snake, albeit he's got it just behind the head and it's wrapped itself around his arm* *emerges from the office* Ah'mma git th's gal outsahde wh're she b'longs.
Sgt. Madison: ...That's a girl snake? *raised brow, doesn't believe what he's hearing*
Beau: *nods* Yup. 'S a female Garter snake. Th' males 're smallah. *and then he's heading down the hall*
Tracks: *still talking, and rubbing Denver's back. Has managed to shift WakeJumper around so that he's hugging both the youngling and Denver*
Denver: *very soft sound*
WJ: *perks, begins clicking rapidly*
Tracks: That's it, darling. Come back to us. *kisses her gently on the forehead*
Dr. House: *strangled wheeze as he finally gets his breath back*
Seamus: *from down the hall as Beau passes* Whoah, what a freaky-looking thing! Can I touch it?
TC: *this is the beam of his gun hitting your aft on a very low setting, Seamus. Is still supporting the doctor with the other hand*
Seamus: *yelps*
Beau: ...Y'u're 'n idiot. *gone*
Denver: *another soft sound as she barely opens her eyes* Tracks?
Tracks: *cuddles* It's gone, darling.
Denver: *soft groan as she tries to pinch the bridge of her nose and can't quite get her arm to cooperate*
WJ: *quiet clicks, gently patpats Mama's shoulder*
Tracks: *more gentle back rubbing, and then he's asking WakeJumper to get onto his back so that he can pick Denver up*
WJ: *quick to scramble so he's clinging to Papa's back*
Sgt. Madison: ... *isn't quite sure what to make of TC and Seamus*
Lt. Ross: *standing at parade rest, waiting for orders to escort Tracks, Denver, and WakeJumper back so they're left in peace on the way*
Tracks: *scoops Denver up and turns toward the door* Oh alright, Maria. If you must.
Lt. Ross: *small smile, nods* Let Dr. House check her over first though...
Denver: *isn't even going to protest with her usual "Ah'm fahn"*
Tracks: *looks down the hall and sees the state the doctor's in, then turns and heads for home* He knows where to find her.
Lt. Ross: *attention goes that way for a moment, before she's nodding and moving to keep up with Tracks*
Denver: *shutting her eyes and leaning against Tracks more* 'T w's on mah desk...
WJ: *clicking to Mama, frowning a bit as he does*
Tracks: *steps over Steeljaw* Now how the devil would it get up there?
Steeljaw: Mrrpt? *curious, will follow Tracks as well*
Lt. Ross: We'll look into it.
Tracks: *barest glance down at Steeljaw as he strides homeward* Denver found a garter snake on her desk.
Denver: *soft, distressed sound at the reminder*
Steeljaw: *headtilt, asks Ravage if she knows anything about a snake getting in*
Ravage: *tells her mate about the poor half frozen creature she found under the boards on the dirt floor in the shed*
Steeljaw: Mrrrrrrrowwww..... *tells her about how one of the humans found the snake and the state that Major MacKenzie's in now*
Ravage: *shocked silence*
Steeljaw: //Her mate's got her now... but I don't think she likes snakes very much...// *tailswish*
Ravage: //Was trying to help....//
Steeljaw: //It's okay... You didn't know. Heck, I didn't know either.//
Ravage: //*big sigh*//
Tracks: *unaware of the conversation as he gently nuzzles Denver's hair and speaks to her soothingly*
Denver: *trying to get her hands to cooperate without shaking, isn't having much luck*
Steeljaw: //Do you wanna tell 'em and apologize?//
Ravage: //...You tell. *click*//
WJ: *more clicking, is offering reassurances to Mama*
Beau: *is waiting for Tracks and Denver when they get back to the suite*
Raoul: *sitting and rubbing his eyes and scowling*
Tracks: *settles Denver on their bed, and then turns so that WakeJumper can get down*
WJ: *carefully getting down, will gently patpat Mama's cheek*
Tracks: *clicks to the youngster, and then goes over and squeezes Raoul's shoulder* She's going to be alright.
Raoul: Yeah, well, you still should'a woke me up.
Tracks: There wasn't time. *and he knew Raoul was safe where he was*
Beau: *moving to wait near the door, as he suspects Dr. House will be by soon*
WJ: *clicks to Tracks, will gently snuggle Denver a bit*
Denver: *quiet as she apologizes for causing such a ruckus*
Raoul: *sighs and nods, then clicks to WakeJumper and looks over at Beau*
Tracks: *relieved smile, and then he's sitting on the bed by Denver and getting her boots off*
WJ: *clicks back to Raoul, telling his brother about the snake*
Beau: *leans against the wall a bit, tapping his foot against the floor the same way Denver does sometimes*
Dr. House: *quiet tap on the door*
Kia: *beside him to check on Tracks*
Beau: *gets the door open, will hold it open long enough for Dr. House and Kia to enter the room*
Kia: *thanks him quietly and offers one of her gentle smiles, then looks toward Tracks with concern that lightens when she sees how he's gently rubbing Denver's feet after taking off each boot*
Tracks: *talking to Denver softly as he does so*
Denver: *still apologizing quietly, has apparently gotten her hands to cooperate, since one is now covering her eyes*
WJ: *clicks and gently nudges her shoulder*
Dr. House: *smiles at Beau. He still looks a little green from his earlier winding* How are you feeling?
Beau: *quietly* 'M fahn... Sis's still shook up though...
Dr. House: *nods* Yeah, that phobia of hers is a deep one. But I can tell she's not going to be up and running around before she should be after that scare.
Beau: *headshake* No, sir... *small ghost of a smile* 'N 'f she trahed, Tracks'd make sure she rested...
Dr. House: And caring for Denver will keep him quietly at home till his circuits recover from last night.
Beau: *nods* *quick glance to the bed that his sister is currently lying on* *quietly* Mebeh th's'll c'nvince 'er she needs t' slow down s'metahms...
Dr. House: *softly* I think WakeJumper is making a good start to that. *watches as Kia scans Tracks*
Beau: *quiet chuckle as he nods, a thoughtful look coming to his face*
WJ: *fussing gently at Denver when he realizes she's shivering*
Tracks: *frowns and covers Denver's feet, then excuses himself to Kia instead of snarking at her and moves to the other end of the bed to offer to help his girlfriend off with her uniform jacket so he can pull the blankets close around her*
Kia: *a bit concerned at the lack of snark, but recognizes the mech's focus*
Dr. House: *excuses himself to Beau and steps over by Kia to offer Denver a smile*
Beau: *slips out of the room to get breakfast for his family*
Denver: *still apologizing, and trying her hardest not to cry*
Raoul: *will go with Beau, after telling WakeJumper he'll be back*
WJ: *small nod, cuddles Mama after wiggling to get under the blankets as well*
Tracks: *tuck tuck tuck*
Dr. House: *quietly, with gentle humor* Well now I'm going to have to unwrap her a little to look at her.
Tracks: *frowns at the human medic* How passé.
WJ: *clicks at Dr. House*
Kia: *softly* Here, allow me to scan, and I'll tell you what I find.
Dr. House: *frowns a bit, but then studies Tracks a moment and nods* Alright, that sounds good.
Tracks: *relaxes a bit*
WJ: *headtilt, clicks to Kia as well*
Kia: *clicks back, then explains in Cybertronian that she's going to look at his mentor and see how Denver is doing*
WJ: *small nod, snuggles Denver and gently pats her shoulder as she starts apologizing again*
Kia: I really don't think you have cause to apologize, Major MacKenzie. Given the circumstances your reaction was quite understandable.
Tracks: *hand on Denver's as he watches Kia do the scan*
Denver: *heart rate is still a bit erratic, but is starting to stabilize. She is still stressed from earlier, though being in a familiar and safe environment is helping ease that stress*
Kia: *pats her on the hand and gets up to report this to Dr. House*
Dr. House: *frowns and glances at Denver, then quietly asks Kia how Tracks is doing*
Kia: He's stressed. I would recommend he have a quiet day free from unnecessary exertion.
Dr. House: *nods and lifts his voice to address the couple* You're both confined to quarters for the rest of the day. If you can get them to leave then send your boys to hang out with the other kids.
Denver: *small nod as WJ gently cuddles her again*
Tracks: I had no intention of going anywhere today anyway. *doesn't look away from Denver and WakeJumper*
Kia: *slight smile, and then wishes them well and excuses herself*
Dr. House: Denver?
Denver: *quiet* Yessir?
Dr. House: How do you feel?
Denver: Bit shakeh still...
Dr. House: Do you feel like eating?
Denver: Not realleh...
Dr. House: *nods and opens his phone to call Beau and ask him to bring his sister a smoothie* Try to drink what I'm having Beau bring, alright?
Denver: Yessir...
Dr. House: Now get some rest. *pats her foot through the blanket and then turns toward the door* That goes for you too, Tracks.
Tracks: Whatever.
WJ: *scoldy clicks at Tracks now!*
Tracks: *blinks at WakeJumper as the youngling scolds him for being rude to the doctor*
WJ: *more scolding clicks, before lifting the blankets to indicate that Tracks should cuddle Denver as well*
Tracks: *glances at Dr. House* Thank you, Doctor.
Dr. House: *nods toward WakeJumper* Get some rest.
Tracks: *sighs and leans down to pull off his shoes*
Dr. House: *slips out of the suite to go see about breakfast for himself. And if he's ready to eat any*
Denver: *murmuring another apology, surprised sound as WJ gently shushes her*
Tracks: Denver... please stop apologizing. *shoes off, he lays down with a sigh, absently wondering when he transformed to his alt mode anyway*
WJ: *snuggles Mama and Papa, clicking quietly and reassuring them that things'll be alright*
Denver: *sheepish murmur about force of habit*
Tracks: *softly as he gets the blankets settled around them* Habit can be broken.
Denver: *small nod, moves so she's laying closer to Tracks*
Tracks: *nuzzles his face close to hers and shuts his eyes, only to startle as he hears a soft creak from the hall door* ...Raoul?
Raoul: *scowling at that jump* *quietly* Yeah, it's just me. We got waffles 'n Major Mac's drink.
Beau: 'N juice f'r latah...
Raoul: Here, gimme that. I'll put it in my fridge. *offering Beau the smoothie in exchange*
Beau: *nods to the tray he's carrying*
WJ: *gonna try and be helpful by propping Mama up with pillows*
Tracks: *helps WakeJumper, aware of Raoul putting the juice away and eating a few of his cod liver oil capsules before coming over to the bed*
Raoul: Hey, Major Mac, you eat these. *offers her two capsules* They'll help you feel better.
Denver: *holds her hand out for the capsules. She's still shaking a bit, however.*
Raoul: *gives them to her, and then watches her with a frown of concern*
Tracks: *taking the blueberry smoothie off the tray and offering it to her* Here, darling.
Denver: *trying to sit up a little bit more so she can get the smoothie*
Tracks: *hand behind her back to help*
Denver: *being careful not to spill as she drinks part of the smoothie after taking the cod liver oil capsules*
Raoul: *taking the plate with two energon and calcien cakes off the tray and showing it to WakeJumper* Look, man, waffles for you!
WJ: *perks, clicking happily*
Raoul: C'mon over here 'n sit in the chair to eat, okay?
Tracks: *clicks to WakeJumper, then turns back to helping Denver*
WJ: *carefully getting out from under the covers, will go over to the chair after clicking to Tracks*
WakeJumper's cakes: *are even broken carefully into squares so that he can grab them with chopsticks if he wants. And the sticks are on the plate*
WJ: *happy clicking*
Raoul: *grinning and hunkering near the young Cybertronian as he eats his own breakfast of Belgian waffles, blueberries, and whipped cream*
Beau: *moves to sit on the floor near Raoul and WJ, also has waffles*
Raoul: *quietly, glancing at the adults* You think we should go to school, man? Maybe things'll be quieter for them if we're not here. 'N maybe.... *frown* We can see how those guys Greg hit're doin'. *not looking forward to Tracks finding out about that*
Beau: *small nod, has a mouthful of waffles* *quick glance at Denver, worry for his older sibling clear in his eyes*
WJ: *nodnod, clicks and reaches to gently patpat Raoul's cheek*
Raoul: Tracks'll take care of her. *grin for younger brother*
WJ: *nodnod, returns his attention to making his breakfast vanish*
Beau: *another small nod, does like WakeJumper*
Tracks: *soft crooning, and his even softer purr as he helps Denver with her breakfast. There's a smile on his face, and he heard every word of what the boys just said*
Denver: *soft sigh as she indicates that she's done. She wasn't able to finish all of the smoothie, but she did get most of it down*
Tracks: *drinks the rest and sets the glass aside, then carefully moves the pillows and lays her back so that she's now in a nest of them*
Denver: *is starting to look a bit better than she was earlier, though she is nodding off a bit*
Tracks: *smiles at her, but then winces and puts a hand to his stomach as his still jumpy tank objects to the organic fuel*
Raoul: ...Tracks?
Tracks: I'm alright. Finish your breakfast so you're not late for school.
WJ: ... *click*
Tracks: *nods to him to eat*
WJ: *getting up and moving to share his breakfast with Tracks*
Tracks: *sighs and thanks the youngling, then takes a few squares of his 'waffle'*
WJ: *gentle patpat*
Tracks: *smiles and kisses the little guy on the forehead* Go and eat the rest, alright?
WJ: *gives Tracks a look* *clicks*
Tracks: I'll be alright. Really. *calm as he says it and believes what he says*
WJ: *will try poking another square of 'waffle' at Tracks' mouth*
Tracks: *chuckles and shows the youngling the pieces he has in his hand* I will eat them. Don't worry.
Beau: *trying to pretend that he's more interested in his food than watching Tracks and WakeJumper interact. The smile that's tugging at the corners of his mouth is betraying him though*
Raoul: *kicks Beau in the bottom of the foot, his dark eyes bright. He likes seeing Tracks happy like that*
WJ: *clicks and reaches to patpat Tracks' cheek before moving to sit in the chair again*
Tracks: *sets the squares on the night table, and then takes one and nibbles it as he leans back against the headboard to watch Denver and the boys*
Denver: *breathing evening out as she slips into a light doze*
Beau: *practicing phrases in sparklet and getting corrected by WJ*
Raoul: *done his breakfast and jumping up to head into the bathroom and clean his teeth*
Beau: *will wait till Raoul's done in the bathroom. In the meantime, he's getting a lesson in sparklet*
Tracks: *dozy, muffles a yawn and then rubs his neck a little before putting the square of energon and calcien into his mouth and crunching it up. Thinks he's ready for a sleep and is glad that Autumn will be keeping track of the boys. Hates to think what they'd get up to on their own.*
Raoul: *teeth clean, pops out gently squeaking the see-through rubber duck one of the soldiers bought for him and WakeJumper on a recent supply run*
WJ: *looks over, holds out hands for Mr. Duckie*
Beau: *sets his plate on the table, will go and brush his teeth now*
Raoul: *chuckles and walks over to give the toy to his younger brother* I think he wants to come 'n explore today. The bathroom's maybe gettin' kinda boring.
WJ: *clicks and squeaks the duck*
Raoul: *chuckles and goes to get his laptop* You wanna watch me play my new game a little bit?
WJ: *nodnod, looks to the bathroom, chirrup?*
Raoul: What? *pauses in sitting in the chair with WakeJumper and opening his computer*
Denver: *awake at the chirrup, will try and sit up*
WJ: *was going to try and say Beau's name, but now he's gently scolding Mama by clicking at her. She needs to lay down!*
Tracks: No, darling. Don't move, I'm comfortable. *awake now himself and gently pushing her back with a hand on her shoulder*
Beau: *poking his head out of the bathroom, toothbrush in mouth and toothpaste on his lips* ?
Raoul: *cracks up at the sight*
Beau: *rolls his eyes, ducks back into the bathroom to finish brushing his teeth*
Denver: *a bit reluctant to lay back down, but does so*
Tracks: *and then something Raoul said registers and he frowns at the boy* New game? I thought I made it clear that you weren't to buy or download any games without asking me first.
Raoul: *blinks* Man, I got this from Sean.
WJ: *clicks, is curious about the game*
Tracks: And where did he get it? *disapproving guardian*
Raoul: *grin* He made it.
WJ: *click, gently tugs on Raoul's shirt. You show the game now, yes?*
Tracks: *blinks* ...What kind of game is it?
Raoul: *as he turns it on and lets everything boot up* One of those adventure ones. But before my guy can go out and fight monsters he's gotta get strong enough to get an egg, and then he's gotta get enough of the right kinda rocks to keep the egg warm. Once it hatches he needs to take care of his new pet till it's strong enough to go out 'n fight with him.
WJ: *clicking curiously*
Tracks: And then I suppose you kill things for gold.
Raoul: No. You kill things to keep your village safe, and to get strong. *grin*
Beau: *coming out of the bathroom, will go and get his laptop*
WJ: *clickclickclickclickclick*
Denver: *quietly* Sounds lahk 'n 'nterest'n' game....
Tracks: *gives her an uncertain frown* What do you mean?
Raoul: 'N there ain't even any boobs in it!
Beau: *is that snerk you just heard from the next room*
Denver: *about to explain when she yawns*
Tracks: *fusses at her quietly* You need your rest.
Raoul: So, is it alright if I play it? Sean really needs a beta tester. *turns the screen so that WakeJumper can see the beautiful hand drawn graphics of the flash based game. Raoul's character is standing there, a tall strong man with brown skin and golden eyes who is dressed only in a loincloth yet*
Denver: *manages a tired sounding grumble before she's settling down to rest*
WJ: *headtilt, clicks at the screen*
Tracks: You know what I think of killing games, Raoul.
Raoul: But he's killin' the things to eat, and to protect his family!
WJ: *headtilt, clicks* Needs clothes.
Raoul: *blink blink as brother speaks in English, look at the screen* Yeah. He's not strong enough to get any yet. Once he gets his egg he'll be able to get skins and have a whole outfit.
Tracks: *jumps a bit and then sits up, a smile breaking out on his face as he looks at WakeJumper, but he doesn't interrupt the boys*
WJ: *small frown* Can't make clothes from plants?
Raoul: I don't think these guys know how. It's a pretty tough place, 'n some of the plants are even meaner than the animals. *makes the man run through the jungle, looking for the flowers he needs to collect*
WJ: *more frown, clicks to himself*
Raoul: Though he can eat the plants. *makes the man do so*
WJ: *makes a face and giggles*
Raoul: *grins and makes the man eat another one so that WakeJumper can see the faces he makes when you tell him to eat the wrong thing*
WJ: *giggling more*
Tracks: *frown and coms Autumn*
Autumn: //Bumblebee here, what's up?//
Tracks: //This is Tracks. Have you seen that game that Sean gave to Raoul?//
Autumn: //Oh! He finally got it to the beta testing stage?//
Tracks: //Raoul is sitting here showing it to WakeJumper and explaining which plants are good for a 'terinee' to eat.//
Autumn: *chuckles* //Well, at least it's not World of Warcraft.//
Tracks: *transmits a small sound of disgust* //There are plenty of games that don't include fighting.//
Autumn: //Most of them are geared towards girls, Tracks.//
Tracks: //Raoul has plenty of racing and skill games which aren't pink.//
Raoul: *is also grinning and very happy as he tells WakeJumper that the man in the game will be counted as a year old once he has his egg*
WJ: *clicking and asking questions in English*
Raoul: *then shows WakeJumper the timer that's running to show how long the man has to get strong enough. His strength level at the time the timer runs out will show what kind of pet he can have*
WJ: *clicks and snuggles against Raoul to watch his brother play the game*
Autumn: //Most of those games aren't designed to teach responsibility at the same time that they're being played though.//
Tracks: //Teach responsibility?//
Autumn: //Yeah... And most of 'em don't really teach much about working towards long term goals.//
Tracks: //...Are you telling me you approve of it and think I should back off?// *frowning slightly*
Autumn: //It's an educational game.// *yes, Tracks, you just got subtly snarked at by a creche guardian*
Tracks: //Things are killed in it.//
Raoul: ...Naw, he don't like garlic. He won't even eat it. He's gotta trade those....
WJ: *blink* What's garlic?
Raoul: I'll show you when you can eat organic fuel.
Tracks: //Bumblebee, did you hear me?//
Autumn: //Tracks, give it a rest.// *closes the comm line with a click*
Tracks: 0.o *closes his end too*
Raoul: Look, man. It's school time! *putting the game away and switching to his schoolwork as he gets to his feet*
Beau: *back with his laptop, will make sure Denver's resting comfortably before he moves to follow Raoul and WakeJumper* *pauses at the door* *quietly* Tracks, w'ld y'u make sure Sis drinks 't least 'un glass'a juice? 'Er blood sugah'll be all outta whack...
Tracks: *frowns* I'll be sure to do that, Beau. ...Did I miss something important while I was dead to the world?
Beau: *lips thin for a moment* *quietly* Ah'll tell y'u latah... wh'n Denver's feelin' bettah... *out the door*
Tracks: *frown deepens, and he tries to call Col. Franklin, knowing that Patrick probably will tell him to go to sleep. Is ordered to go to sleep. Thins lips with frustration*
Denver: *soft sound, is a bit restless as she sleeps*
Tracks: *blinks and looks down at her, his expression softening* Shhhh, darling.
Denver: *shifting positions again before she's waking up with a gasp*
Tracks: *quickly moving aside some of the pillows she's surrounded with and then laying down and pulling her close* Shhh, darling. You're safe.
Denver: *doing her best not to cry, will get a handful of your shirt, Tracks*
Tracks: Shhh. *kisses her forehead* Shhh. I'm here. You're safe. *gently rubbing her back and pulling the blankets up around them*
Denver: *still trying her hardest not to cry, is hiccuping quietly as she ducks her head a bit*
Tracks: *cuddles her close, the blankets now a warm and comforting cocoon around them as he starts to purr* Shhhh.
Denver: *mortified and ashamed that her phobia got the better of her this time, and that Tracks now more than likely knows that she's terrified of snakes*
Tracks: *could really care less if she is. He's glad he knows so that he knows where to best focus his protection efforts* *gently kisses her hair and purrs his soft purr*
Denver: *biting her lip a bit as a few tears escape*
Tracks: *gently wipes at them with his thumb and murmurs softly in Cybertronian*
Denver: *hiccuping worsens as she apologizes for falling apart like she is*
Tracks: It's perfectly natural after the fright you had. *remembers the night before and his own eyes start to glisten as he thinks of how seeing him break down must have frightened her too*
Denver: *mumbles something about having to be strong*
Tracks: *repeats something someone told him once as he gently smooths her hair* It's not a sign of weakness to cry. Weakness is when you do nothing but cry.
Denver: *ducking her head again*
Tracks: *finger under her chin to lift her eyes to his*
Denver: *eyes hold a bit of uncertainty mixed with shame and mortification*
Tracks: *looks into her eyes for several heartbeats, and then rests his forehead against hers* Have I told you you're beautiful lately?
Denver: *aaand now she's blushing*
Tracks: *leans his head back to look at her again, his mouth twitching slightly* I love the shape of your nose and jaw.
Denver: *mouth working for a few moments, before she's blushing even more. She's a bit flabbergasted and can't think of how to respond*
Tracks: *cuddles his forehead against hers again in that way that he has, then sighs and lets his eyes slip shut as weariness from the rush of the morning combines with residual fatigue from the night before*
Denver: *turns so she's got her back against Tracks' chest*
Tracks: *arms tightening even as one hand moves slightly to hold hers. He's still purring, and this close to him she'll be able to feel the soft vibration*
Denver: *closes her eyes as she starts to relax. She feels safe like this, and it's not long before she's fallen asleep holding Tracks' hand*
Tracks: *curls around her in a protective spoon, sighing again as her warmth and presence lulls him into slumber*
((co-written with random_xtras))