mbv, NEST HQ, Dion
Lockdown: *slinks stealthily into the lobby, her optics darting around as she tries to figure out where she is*
Magnus: *is that lump of a person that's just starting to move*
Lockdown: *glances sharply toward the movement, and then brings her gun up and trains it on the unknown being as she makes a dart toward the door. Her balance is a little off because of the damage she's sporting, and so she stumbles rather noisily*
Magnus: *Awake and moving to get into a crouched position, ready to fend off a perceived threat*
Lockdown: *whirls toward him, her finger tensing on the firing stud before she's even had time to think*
Wesson: *leaps toward her from his chair. Too late!*
Magnus: *Staggers back a step before he's falling*
Wesson: *finger to his ear* SOS the lobby! Magnus just took a direct hit to the spark!
Lockdown: *struggling, but finding herself very skillfully pinned*
Rachel: *in her quarters, jumps up and hits the floor running*
Jack: *not far behind her*
Mirage: *a thud down the hall as he trips on a rug and wipes out*
Tracks: *reaches the lobby first, and then strides over to kneel by his stricken creche brother* Magnus? Can you hear me?
WO Caine: *coming in from outside and going to help Wesson once he sees that Tracks is by Magnus*
Magnus: *looks a bit pale, and his eyelids are fluttering slightly*
Tracks: *scans him as best he can with his civilian sensors even as he slips a hand under his head to lift him slightly*
Mirage: *Wipes out on another rug*
Rachel: *skids on the hardwood as she goes to her knees next to Tracks and starts scanning herself, with her hand held scanner*
Magnus: *most of his systems have shut down due to shock, but his spark is fluctuating oddly, though not in the manner it would if it were going out*
Rachel: *as Jack joins them* His spark is shattered....
Tracks: What?! *gives her a stricken look* How can a spark shatter?
Mirage: *is that sound of stunned disbelief from where he's moved to get out of the medics' way*
Jack: *Sharp curse* We have to get him to the med ward, and we need another protoform...
Rachel: Tracks, can you lift him?
Tracks: *no sooner are the words out of her mouth than he's doing it and PINpointing himself and Magnus to the med ward. Since Rachel was touching Magnus, she goes too*
Jack: *brings Mirage a few moments later*
Dr. House: *has a little protoform and is prepping it as Ratchet gets Magnus hooked to life support*
Jack: *making Mirage sit down in one of the chairs and telling the spy to stay put*
Tracks: *hovering just out of the way, his expression tense and his optics riveted to Magnus' face*
Raoul: *watching from his bed, as are Col. Pax and Maj. Dumbledore over at the end of the row*
Will: *is just barely peeking, and is keeping quiet as he does so*
Beau: *is silently praying for the blond man that Tracks calls his brother*
Jack: Ratchet, do you want me to trigger his transformation sequence?
Ratchet: *tense and absent nod*
Jack: *small nod, carefully triggers Magnus' transformation sequence*
Magnus: *optics are dark as Jack moves to carefully get his chestplating apart*
Ratchet: *grabs her scanner and uses it as the panels come apart* Alright... not shattered, but it's in more than one piece. *lips pressed thin*
Jack: *as he scans the two pieces of Magnus' spark* I wonder if the piece that broke off will be anything like him? *moves to transform*
Ratchet: The larger one has a chance of being Magnus. Especially if he's strong enough to stay in his own shell. But the smaller one will be someone else if he survives.
Tracks: *hand to his mouth*
Dr. House: *terse* Ready here.
Mirage: *gaping at the medics*
Naomi: *going to tiptoe over and crawl into bed with the boys now*
Wheeljack: *covering his hands with a forcefield* The sooner we do this, the better...
Ratchet: *covers her hands with a forcefield as well and then gently extracts the spark sliver from Magnus' spark compartment*
larger spark piece: *makes like he's thinking about climbing out*
Wheeljack: Oh no you don't... *coaxes the spark piece back where it belongs*
spark sliver: *gives a feeble little pulse as it coalesces into a separate being*
Ratchet: *carefully installing the sliver into the sparklet protoform* Is he leaving?
Wheeljack: Seemed like he was considering it...
Ratchet: We just might still have a Magnus there, then. *watches the sliver in its new casing, then grabs her scanner for a closer look*
protoform: *taking shape, and then the little mech is making almost pitiful-sounding whimpers*
Ratchet: *sets down the scanner, closes the little protoform's chest, and then picks him up and cuddles him* Shhhhhh. *clicks gently*
Wheeljack: *Working on Magnus' shell now, chuckling softly with relief*
sparklet: *more whimpers for a few moments more before he's too tired to continue to fuss*
Ratchet: *Soft crooning and clicking* Tracks, Mirage, you've got a new baby brother.
Tracks: ...0_o
Mirage: ... *blink blink*
Dr. House: *jogs out to grab sparklet food*
Ratchet: *knows she needs to help Wheeljack, so goes over and hands the new Cybertronian to Tracks* Here. Try to keep him from getting stressed, alright, buddy?
sparklet: *tired and hungry, but this person is warm. Very quiet clicks as he tries to snuggle*
Tracks: *holds the little one close, and then turns nearly automatically and brings him over to Denver's bed* Will, do you have any cookie handy?
Will: *nodnod, gets the cookie he was saving for later out and breaks it into small pieces*
Ratchet: *working with Wheeljack to try and see if she can't bring Magnus back online safely*
Wheeljack: *quietly humming a tune as he works*
Tracks: *settles on Denver's bed and takes one of the little pieces, then hesitates for a moment before putting it into his mouth and chewing it into powder. This done, he transfers the powder to the sparklet's mouth* Here, have a taste of this and see what you think.... *watching closely*
sparklet: *huhwhutnow-oh hey! Quiet clicks as he eats*
Will: *Soft, encouraging clicks as he watches the new one eat*
Tracks: *smiling* *softly* Yeeesss, that's it. Good! Oh, we need some more.
Raoul: ...That's kinda gross. *fascinated by the new one and watching with his chin on the bed rail*
Will: *soft razz for his brother as he gives Tracks another piece of cookie to give to the sparklet*
Tracks: *takes it and chews it too, then feeds the little one, his expression focused and intent as he softly clicks and croons encouragement*
sparklet: *Very soft purr as he eats*
Denver: *barely opening her eyes, will raise an eyebrow when she hears Tracks clicking* Wh't's goin' on?
Raoul: *looks over* Tracks got a new baby brother.
Denver: *Confused expression, and then she's trying to roll onto her side so she can get a good look*
Tracks: *still intently feeding baby* Don't strain yourself darling, please.
Beau: *Carefully getting off the bed he's on, will help his sister turn onto her side*
sparklet: *soft, happy sound, has the energy to unshutter his optics just enough to reveal that while they are almost the same bright blue as Magnus' are, they're just a little bit lighter in color* *small little smile* n.n
Wheeljack: *quietly* There... That should do it...
Tracks: *glances over toward Wheeljack's voice, but then looks back to the sparklet in time to see that smile* Awww. Yes, you like that, don't you, Dion?
Raoul: What kinda stupid name is Dion?
Tracks: *doesn't look up* It was Magnus' name till he joined the academy.
Raoul: ...Oh.
Magnus: *systems starting to come back online, albeit a bit slowly at first*
Denver: *quiet clicks*
Dion: *more soft noises of happiness*
Dr. House: *back with sparklet grade energon in a drinking bottle. Offers this to Tracks*
Tracks: *takes it and offers the spout to Dion* How about a little change?
Dion: *small blink blink as he tries to work out what the spout's for, before he gets some of the energon into his mouth and things seem to click and he's drinking happily*
Tracks: *cuddles him as he thanks Dr. House, and then turns to lay on the bed facing Denver so that little Dion is tucked between them* *croons soft encouragement to his tiny brother*
Raoul: .... *scrambles out of bed so he can look over Tracks and see the sparklet again*
Will: *gonna do likewise, clicking quietly all the while*
Denver: *more soft clicks as she gently touches Dion's head*
Magnus: *soft groan before he's powering up his optics*
Ratchet: Easy. Just circulate deeply for a few clicks, sport.
Magnus: *does so for a little while* Did anyone.... get the number of that tornado?
Wheeljack: *Coughs to hide his snerk*
Mirage: *Attention going to Magnus* O.o;;
Ratchet: *small, slightly shaky laugh* Welcome back, Magnus. What's the last thing you remember?
Magnus: Seeing some dame I've never seen before....
Ratchet: *mouth twitches* What colour was this dame?
Lockdown: *struggling as WO Caine and Lt. Wesson bring her bound form back to the med ward*
Magnus: *About to answer when he sights Lockdown. Then the monitors attached to him start protesting noisily*
Wheeljack: *Acks and tries to get Magnus to calm down*
Ratchet: Easy, easy, buddy. She's about as fragged as you are.
Dion: *startles at the noise, before he's coughing as a little bit of energon goes down the wrong tube*
Tracks: *quickly hands Denver the bottle and then turns the little one over and thumps his back in the right place*
Dion: *coughs, and then there's a bit of energon on the sheet* *Quiet fuss*
Tracks: Shhhh. *cuddles him close and kisses him on the head*
Denver: *Soothing sounds, before she's offering the bottle again*
Dion: *soft click, eyes the bottle for a few moments*
Tracks: Did you get some air in your tank? *has been watching the parents and creche guardians*
Raoul: *sitting perched on the side of Tracks and Denver's bed now, his arm on Tracks' side and his chin on his arm*
Will: *chin on Tracks' shoulder as he perches on the side of the bed as well, eyes wide with curiosity*
Dion: *another soft click, before he's trying to get the spout back into his mouth*
Denver: *gentle clicks as she helps the little sparklet with that task*
Tracks: *soft croon* //Magnus, can you hear me?//
Magnus: *cycling air rapidly and trying to calm down* //Y-yeah...//
Tracks: //You were much more attractive as a sparklet.//
Magnus: *startled out of his panic, is giving Tracks a o_O look now*
Tracks: //Even if your face does say 'Lady killer' right now.//
Wesson: *shoots a guilty glance toward Magnus' table* Whoops....
Magnus: ... Huh?
Beau: *snicker*
Tracks: *databursts his brother a shot of his own face*
Magnus: ... What the slag....
Mirage: *That wasn't a snicker, it was a cough!*
WO Caine: *unaware of the comlink chatter going on around him. He's busy holding Lockdown down so that Dr. House can sedate her*
Wheeljack: *chuckles and gently pats Magnus' shoulder before going over to help WO Caine and Dr. House with Lockdown*
Dr. House: *is just glad Russell shut off Lockdown's power outage mod. He'd hate to think what she'd be doing now otherwise*
Lt. Wesson: *helping again too!*
Dion: *little squeaky yawn as he decides he's had enough fuel for now*
Will: *Quiet clicks, before he's moving to go grab one of the blankets off the other bed*
Ratchet: *smiles reassuringly at Magnus* I guess you're kind of cute, for a military type. *gets a cloth and wipes his forehead*
Magnus: *All kinds of confused* But what'd Tracks mean?
Ratchet: *gently, as she works* Your spark was damaged by Lockdown's shot. A piece splintered off of it.
Magnus: ... *and then he's doing a dumb by trying to sit up*
Mirage: *over to help Ratchet get the mech laying back down* Don't you dare.
Ratchet: *hands firm on Magnus' shoulders* None of that. You're confined to berth rest till your spark heals.
Magnus: *giving his creche brother an incredulus look*
Mirage: I know where the duct tape is kept, Magnus. And thanks to Seamus and Samuel, I am quite well-versed in how to use it to restrain someone.
Ratchet: It's not the end of the world, Magnus. You've just got a twin brother.
Tracks: *giving that tiny twin brother to Denver to cuddle*
Denver: *gently loving upon Dion, even as Will offers her a blanket to wrap the little mech in*
Dion: *is nearly asleep, and making quiet, contented sparklet purrs*
Naomi: Here, Vill, use this blanket. *offering a soft pink fleece baby blanket with a pattern of large strawberries*
Raoul: But Nomi, that's pink!
Will: *Clicks quietly to the sparklet as he moves to help Mama wrap Dion in the soft fleece blanket*
Tracks: *quietly* Don't worry about that now. *watching the wrapping*
Naomi: *tosses her pigtails* It's varm und soft.
Denver: *wrapping Dion so he's comfortable and secure in the blankets* *concerned*'E don' seem too strong rahght now... W'sn't even trahin' t' move 'is arms t' reach f'r th' bottle...
Tracks: *softly, as he strokes the sparklet's helm* He probably can't yet. That bit of Magnus' spark wasn't very big.
Raoul: ...But he's gonna be alright, right?
Naomi: *ears back*
Ratchet: He's got every chance of being fine, Raoul. *scanning Magnus again*
Dion: *shuttering his optics and purring quietly. He's comfortable, his tank is full, and these people are nice and warm. He's quite happy, thanks*
Will: *Quiet clicks*
Tracks: *reaches up to gently squeeze Will's shoulder* What do you think of your new uncle, hmmm?
Will: *quietly, so he doesn't wake the sleeping sparklet* Is little... But that's okay... Can protect him easier right now...
Magnus: *Still giving Mirage a brain-broken look for the duct tape comment, is still a bit stressed from the combination of part of his spark splitting off and the scare he had when he saw Lockdown*
Ratchet: *glances over to see that Lockdown's back in stasis.* Hey, guys? Anybody want to help me move Magnus over to a bed?
Wheeljack: *Coming back over now* I will.
Mirage: As will I, Ratchet.
Lt. Wesson: *also coming, though he figures two Cybertronian guys are plenty enough. WO Caine is busy playing assistant to Dr. House*
Ratchet: Great. Don't bump him around too much. There are still some unstable spots in his spark.
Wheeljack: *on one side of Magnus, while Mirage situates himself on the opposite side* One... two... three... *and then they're carefully lifting the injured mech and moving to bring him to one of the empty beds*
Raoul: *looks over, sees them coming, and then clears all his and his brothers' stuff of the bed they slept on and pulls back the blankets. He's pretty sure it'll be better if Magnus is close to the new little guy*
Mirage: *Small nod as he and Wheeljack set Magnus on the bed* *quietly, with a touch of his old humor* [You be good for the medics, Magnus.]
Magnus: *soft razz for Mirage*
Denver: *ducks her head a bit to try and stifle the snicker that escaped*
Tracks: *is smirking, but he's got his back to his brothers so they can't see it. There's a slight darkness in his optics, mixed heavily with relief* We should be getting some breakfast soon, don't you think so, Ratchet?
Ratchet: Huh? *glances at him, then pokes him in the back with her thumb and snerks* Get it yourself, you lazy clunker.
Tracks: *slight back arch and grimace*
Will: *Clicks quietly, giving Ratchet a slight o.O look*
Dion: *absent clicks, is pretty much sound asleep*
Ratchet: Didn't you know your dad's ticklish, Will? *cheery grin*
Tracks: *with asperity* He's quite aware of that fact, Ratchet. Thank you.
Mirage: *soft chuckle, nods towards Dion* Well, he does take after Magnus in that he talks in his sleep...
Magnus: *more soft razz for Mirage*
Raoul: I'll go get some breakfast. We should probably be goin' to the creche anyway. *eyes are still on Dion* Oh yeah... Magnus can't bring breakfast to 'em! C'mon, Naomi! C'mon, Beau! *leads a kid charge out of the room*
Beau: *small nod, gently pats Denver's arm before moving to grab Will around the middle, earning a surprised squeak from the youngling as they follow the charge*
Denver: *to Ratchet* 'Ow soon c'n we all 'ead back t' our suite?
Ratchet: *presses a couple buttons on her scanner and uses it on the human woman* Well, you look like you'd be safe. But we need to keep Dion under observation.
Denver: *small nod, gently smooths the little mech's head. Which means she's not going anywhere until Dion's got the green light*
Ratchet: *nods* *quietly* You realize you've just become a mother, Denver?
Denver: *soft chuckle* 'Gain, y'u mean....
Ratchet: *chuckles softly herself* Yeah. Again.
Denver: *no trace of hesitation or doubt in her voice* W'ldn't 'ave 't aneh otha way.
Ratchet: *smiles* Tracks will just be mentor, since Dion's his baby brother. *see how complex Cybertronian families can get, Denver?*
Tracks: *head on the pillow, and an expression of lazy contentment on his face as he watches Denver and Dion*
Denver: *soft 'heh', will begin quietly humming one of the many lullabies she knows*
Ratchet: *turns her head to look at Magnus* Are you alright with those arrangements, buddy?
Magnus: *Small nod* Just as long as I get to babysit...
Tracks: Don't even dream of trying to get out of it. *smirk*
Magnus: *Soft chuckle*
Mirage: *snerks quietly, before moving to head out of the med ward, but not before pinging Tracks' comm* //Is there anything in particular you would like from the cafeteria?//
Tracks: //If Melissa's made cake, I'd love some of that. And unless I'm mistaken there was something called 'poutine benedict' scheduled for this morning. Denver might care to give that a try.//
Mirage: *small nod* //And coffee with several sugar packets, if she is allowed that?//
Tracks: //Dr. House says she needs to wait for that yet. See if you can't find her some lemonade.//
Mirage: //Understood. I shall be back shortly.// *Gone*
Tracks: *sighs and checks to make sure that there's not enough energon on the sheet to harm Denver, then wipes at it anyway, frowning*
Denver: *still quietly humming the lullaby, raises a brow slightly as she watches Tracks*
Dion: *still clicking quietly, fast asleep*
Rachel: *doesn't notice Tracks, she's got an absent expression on her face as she looks down at her bare toes and wiggles them*
Wheeljack: *soft chuckle, moves to transform. Pauses as he's about to ask Rachel if she'd like breakfast to give Tracks a puzzled look*
Tracks: Rachel, I don't suppose we could have another cover for the bed? Dion got some energon on this one, and I'd hate to have Denver get burned....
Rachel: *miles away* Hmmm?
Jack: I'll go get it. *moves to do so*
Tracks: Thanks a bunch, Wheeljack. *sits up and then slips off the bed to lift Denver and Dion into his arms*
Denver: *surprised sound*
Tracks: We just have to clean up a little, darling. *frowns again as he realizes his concern has made him careless* I should have given you some warning.
Denver: *small nod, attention going to Dion for a few moments as the little mech's clicking ceases before starting up again*
Tracks: *clicks to the sparklet, his face bright with affection. Then nuzzles Denver gently and clicks to her too*
Jack: *returning with a fresh change of sheets*
Rachel: *has snapped out of her musings and is now stripping off the soiled one, humming to herself as she does so*
Tracks: *notices what Rachel's wearing and blinks at the satin boxer shorts and overlarge flannel shirt*
Denver: *notices as well, chuckles softly*
Rachel: *takes the sheet over and sticks it in the yellow trash bag that means that the laundry staff should watch out for energon spills*
Tracks: You know, Jack, you never hit me as the sort to want to run around showing off your manly chest. *smirrrk*
Jack: Oh hush. Rachel stole my shirt. *not that he doesn't find that amusing*
Tracks: *glances sideways at Denver* Oh of course.
Jack: Thrrrrpt
Rachel: *snorts at Tracks as she comes back*
Denver: *Snickering*
Rachel: *and then sneezes* 0.o
Jack: *over to fuss gently*
Tracks: Er, Jack. I'd gladly make the bed myself, but my hands are a little full.
Jack: Oh... yeah... *gets to work on that*
Rachel: *sneeze! Sneeze! Sneeze!!!* //Alright, people, who's talking about me?//
Jack: Probably the twins... *chuckles*
Rachel: *done sneezing. Comes over to help with the bed making*
Tracks: *looking at Rachel oddly. He's never heard that Japanese story about sneezing when someone's talking about you*
Jack: *musing out loud about making a drone specifically designed to be a patient monitor unit*
Rachel: You have to finish the dog first, and make the dancing doll. *pats Denver's pillow and lays it on the neatly made bed*
Jack: True... But we can at least get the design aspect of a patient monitor drone done, right?
Rachel: *grins and shakes her head* Let's just stick with the monitors we have, okay, sport? There you go, Tracks.
Tracks: *gently laying Denver and Dion down*
Jack: *chuckles* Alright... I still think a patient monitor drone'd be pretty useful...
Mirage: *is back with a tray containing a plate with a piece of energon cake, a plate of poutine benedict, and a glass of orange juice*
Denver: *slight pout when she doesn't see coffee on the tray*
Tracks: *knows the source of the pout* It's just a little while longer, darling. Though I asked for lemonade. *frowns at brother*
Mirage: They were out of lemonade at the time...
Tracks: Don't you know how to mix crystals into water? *frown deepening*
Mirage: They were making more, but I figured you would be wanting to eat soon, Tracks.
Tracks: *a tad angry, but looks at Denver for her say in the matter*
Denver: *in a very slight sulk at being denied her caffeine fix*
Tracks: Well go back and get the right drink. *takes the tray and turns it so that the glass is toward Mirage*
Mirage: *looks just a wee bit miffed, but will do so*
Tracks: *watches him go, then sniffs and turns back to Denver* Look, darling. Here's some breakfast, and it's made with that lovely ham that they bring back from the Nexus.
Denver: Th' stuff th't Petra keeps fahghtin' J'van ovah?
Rachel: *looks at Denver's breakfast. ...And turns green*
Jack: *soothing clicks, offers to take Rachel out of the med ward*
Tracks: No, Petra likes the Spanish style version. That's the one that's raw.
Rachel: *not only green but dizzyheaded now*
Denver: Ah... *moving to try and sit up carefully*
Jack: *Will gently lift Rachel and carry her out of the med ward now*
Tracks: *watches the medics go as he presses the button to sit Denver's bed up* Now I wonder what could be wrong with Rachel. She usually eats this benedict nonsense whenever Jack makes it.
Denver: *careful shrug* No ahdea...
Tracks: Ah well. *pulls the bed tray over and sets it over Denver's lap, then sets the breakfast tray on it and sits by her legs as he takes his plate and sniffs appreciatively as he catches the rose scent of his cake*
Denver: *has Dion tucked into the crook of her non-dominant arm, will carefully eat her breakfast*
Mirage: *is back with a glass of lemonade*
Tracks: Now that wasn't too hard, was it, 'Raj? *slightly snide*
Mirage: *snorts a bit as he carefully sets the glass on the bed tray* [Don't start, Tracks.]
Tracks: [Oh don't worry. I'm house trained.] Thank you, 'Raj, you're such a kindly brother. *turns his back on his creche brother and starts to eat his cake after setting the lemonade where Denver can easily reach it*
Denver: *eating to keep from snickering and giving away that she understands what Tracks and Mirage are saying to one another*
Mirage: *cycles air in a long sigh, before moving to head out of the med ward*
Tracks: *listens to his brother leaving, his haughty expression fading for a moment to a sigh of his own before he smiles at Denver and settles down to watch over her, Dion, and Magnus*
((Co-written with random_xtras))