MBV, The farmhouse, Aftermath and a Wedding

May 27, 2010 18:38



Lisa: *frowning as she looks out the window* I know I've seen that sedan somewhere before....

Tracks: Hmmm? *intent on the folded 'want ads' section in his hand as he absently chews on a pen and hums to the sparklet in the carrier on his back*

Lisa: The sedan that just pulled into the driveway behind the Barracuda that Raoul talked that guy into giving up, and I'm still wondering how he did that, because it's such a nice car and I bet Denver'll be glad to see it and all... Speaking of Denver, wasn't she supposed to call you last night?

Tracks: *blinks and looks up, his optics widening and taking on a troubled expression as he only now remembers this* She was. I was so distracted by Dion's fussiness that I completely forgot.

Dion: *Squeak!*

Emi: *coming over to the window as well* ... Someone's getting out of the sedan.... *blink blink* Waitaminute... *and then she's running for the door, Lisa hot on her heels*

Tracks: *starting to his feet as he tosses aside the paper and follows* Emilia? What is it?

Emi: *already hurrying to meet the tall blond that got out of the car*

Lisa: *Stopped short* That's Beau....

Dion: *perks up and squeaks even more at the mention of Beau*

Tracks: Beau? What are you doing here? *and then he sees who's in the passenger seat, and he knows her even with the bandages and bruises. Is over there in a bound and pulling at the handle of the door*

Beau: *quietly* We di'n't 'ave aneh warnin'... 'is truck w's 'n th' drahveway....

Dion: *Squeaks and clicks, wants to see if Mama's here too!*

Denver: *barely reacts as the door opens*

Tracks: *leans into the car and gently puts a hand to the side of her head* Denver? Darling, can you hear me?

Denver: *soft sound, gives Tracks the barest hint of a smile*

Beau: *almost forlornly* Th' 'ospital gave 'er s'me pretteh strong stuff f'r th' pain....

Emi: ... What happened?

Beau: Jethro found us...

Tracks: *only half aware of what the others are saying as he unfastens Denver's seatbelt and slips his hands behind her back and under her legs*

Denver: *confused sound, clearly isn't aware of her surroundings or who she's with*

Dion: *Squeaking at Beau, and then he's squeaking at Tracks, since the older mech isn't saying a word, and he hears Mama. Then he's blinking a bit as he sees Denver over Big Bubby's shoulder*

Beau: *lips thin* *quietly* She's been sleepin' since jes' aftah we left Quantico...

Tracks: *straightens carefully and looks at her, then bows his head and closes his eyes to try and hold back the tears that are threatening to escape as he realizes why she didn't call*

Dion: *more insistant squeaking at Tracks, is starting to sound like he's getting upset*

Emi: *to Tracks* Get her inside... She'll be more comfortable there...

Tracks: *nods and straightens to attention slightly, absently clicking to Dion, then turns and walks carefully back into the farmhouse. Bypassing the living room, he makes his way up the stairs, across the common area, and into the room that has been assigned as his. Once inside, he pauses, wondering how to get the blankets down without jarring Denver*

Lisa: *quietly hurrying up the stairs, intends to help*

Denver: *more confused sounds* *Softly* Tracks?

Tracks: *gentle, gentle kiss to her hair* Yes, it's me, darling. I'm here. And so is Dion. *blinking back the tears again*

Dion: *Squeaks! Mama, here I am!*

Lisa: *biting her lip as she pulls the blankets on the bed back enough for him to set Denver on the bed*

Denver: Gotta call.... Don' wanna worry....

Tracks: *realizes she's not aware of her surroundings and gently lays her in the bed, using one hand to support her as he fixes the pillow to his liking* It's alright. Shhh, it's alright. *unties the carrier and swings Dion around into his arms, then tucks the little one next to his mother*

Denver: *blinks a bit, looks a bit bewildered, and like she's trying to figure out what's going on but can't quite get it*

Dion: *confused squeak. Mama doesn't look right...*

Tracks: *soft clicking for Dion. All his focus is on his girlfriend and baby brother*

Lisa: *out of the room and going back downstairs, intends to help in one of the only ways she can think of right now... Making something for Denver to eat*

Emi: *pinging Tracks' comm with a brief message: Denver's father was the one responsible for this.*

Tracks: *sends back a wordless acknowledgment signal, and then kicks off his shoes and settles next to Denver, remembering how she liked to be close to him the other times that she was hurt or sick back at the lodge*

Dion: *Squeaks and clicks. Confused little mech is confused!*

Denver: *blinkblink, turns her head slightly*

Tracks: *on his side, laying as close to her as he can with Dion between them as he puts an arm around her waist and starts that soft whisper of a purr*

Denver: *silent for a few moments, before a ghost of her usual smile crosses her face* *Softly* [I love you.]

Tracks: *intakes hitch, and then he kisses her on the hair* [I love you] too, darling.

Denver: *closes her eyes and sighs softly as she relaxes. She's tired, but not sure she's ready for sleep... But Tracks and Dion are here... Everything's okay*

Tracks: *takes the hand that's on the side of Denver furthest from him and rubs it gently* [I'm so sorry.]

Denver: *soft sound, settles into a light doze*

Tracks: *not sure of what to do now, so he pulls the blankets up over them while he pings Raoul's earbud and lets him know what's happened and tells the boy to stay at the garage till Rodney is ready to come back*

Dion: *wibbling a bit, clicks quietly at Tracks. Plz be to 'splainin'!*

Tracks: *soft clicks for baby brother* Shhhh, Dion, everything's going to be alright.

Dion: *wibbles more and snuggles against Tracks and Mama, feeling a bit scared, since something's made Mama not look right*

Tracks: *comforting sounds*

Lisa: *Comes upstairs awhile later with a plate containing scrambled eggs, and a glass with a strawberry and banana smoothie in it* *Softly* Tracks?

Tracks: *turns his head slightly to look at her, silent but for that soft purring*

Lisa: *Quietly* I wasn't sure what to make that Denver could eat... But I remember that Russell said scrambled eggs are a soft food.... and I made a smoothie, in case she doesn't feel like eating scrambled eggs...

Tracks: I'm not sure she's aware enough to want to eat anything. *moves slightly so that he can rise up on his elbow*

Denver: *Another soft sound, shifts position slightly*

Tracks: Shhh. I'm here. *reaches to take the smoothie and sip at the straw to see how easily it comes through. Can remember that milkshake he had the other day and his fruitless efforts to draw the mixture up through the straw and doesn't want Denver to have to face that fight now*

Smoothie: *comes through the straw easily, and actually tastes pretty good*

Tracks: *nods, and is also approving when he sees that the straw is a heavier one that won't collapse. Tips the smoothie just enough to be able to gently poke the straw at Denver's mouth* Here, darling. Try to drink.

Denver: *trying to sit up*

Tracks: *soft hiss and sits up himself, setting Dion on Denver's lap before slipping an arm behind her shoulders to help her*

Denver: *Softly* Wh're...

Tracks: *gently* This is Lisa's house. The boys and I are staying here for now. *offers the straw again*

Denver: *slight frown as she tries to figure this out, before she's taking a drink of the smoothie as Dion clicks and snuggles to the best of his ability*

Lisa: *Quietly* We're near Blacksburg, Virginia...

Tracks: *holding the smoothie steady and watching the level*

Denver: *making quick work of the smoothie... Seems someone wasn't awake enough to eat breakfast earlier*

Tracks: *an approving and glad smile dawns slowly as he watches the drink disappear* Good work, darling.

Denver: *after she's finished the smoothie, she's looking around before she's trying to sit straighter, scooping Dion up in the process* Wh're's Beau?!

Dion: *Squeaks in protest*

Tracks: *glances at Lisa to reply even as he hands her the glass and tries to help Denver with his other arm* He was by the cars when I saw him last.

Lisa: *As she takes the cup* Emi's making him eat... He's pretty shaken up...

Denver: 'S 'e alrahght? Jethro di'n't 'urt 'im?

Tracks: I think he's fine. He was well enough to drive you here. *puts his other arm around her and Dion once his hand is free of the glass*

Denver: *relaxes, leaning against Tracks carefully* Good.... *quietly, as Lisa moves to head back downstairs with the empty smoothie cup* Ah w's gonna call y'u, Tracks...

Tracks: *nods* I forgot, or I would have called you. *softly* I'm sorry.

Denver: *giving him a mild Look with the eye that's not surrounded by swelling*

Tracks: *bites his lip* Dion hasn't been sleeping very well.

Denver: *frown* 'S 'e okay? *worried now, will gently fuss over the blanket-wrapped sparklet*

Dion: *Squeak squeak squeak! Is okay now, Mama!*

Tracks: Rachel thinks he just missed you. *quietly* Do you feel up to me carrying you a little? If I don't show you what we have in the driveway Raoul will do something evil to me.

Denver: *considers asking if she can lean on him instead, but decides against that for now* Ah'd prefer t' lean 'gainst ya... but Ah dunno 'ow steadeh 'n mah feet Ah 'm rahght now...

Tracks: It's better if you don't stress yourself. *slips an arm under her legs and kicks the blankets out of the way so that he can bring her and Dion out of the room and over to the window that overlooks the driveway, where a lime green 1970 Barracuda sits gleaming proudly in the frosty spring sun*

Dion: *happy squeaks*

Denver: *Sharp gasp as she realizes exactly what she's looking at*

Tracks: *small smile, but doesn't say anything yet*

Denver: *Softly, with disbelief* 'S th't...

Tracks: It is.

Denver: *opens and closes her mouth a few times, trying to find the words to say, before she's moving to gently and carefully kiss Tracks' cheek*

Tracks: *softly and with a bit of wry amusement* Don't thank me, darling. That was Raoul's doing.

Denver: *earnestly* Wh're 's 'e so Ah c'n th'nk 'im?

Tracks: *looking into the eye that's open to gauge her level of medication* He's in town, working with Rodney.

Denver: *is alert, and if she is feeling any pain, it's not showing in her non-injured eye*

Tracks: *not assured* Let's get you back to bed. You need to rest and heal.

Denver: *Frown* Ah'm fahn, Tracks...

Tracks: *just looks at her with sadness in his eyes* Please? I know Dion would like it too.

Denver: ... *Quiet sigh* Alrahght...

Lisa: *Coming back upstairs, has a glass of water, and the two bottles of painkillers that Beau told her about that came from the hospital pharmacy in Quantico*

Tracks: *kisses Denver on the hair and comes out of the room to go back to his own, stops when he sees Lisa and lifts one eyebrow inquiringly*

Lisa: *holds up the two bottles of painkillers* Beau told me that these would be in the glovebox of the sedan...

Denver: *making a face at the bottles now*

Dion: *headtilty at the bottles*

Tracks: ...Two bottles? *worried by that, still has very little knowledge of human injury and the treatment thereof*

Lisa: *Nod* One of 'em is for night time, because it lists drowsiness as a side effect... *yes, she read the labels*

Denver: *making more of a face now, or trying*

Dion: *squeaks at the face-making*

Lisa: I called Russell, too... He'll be over after the school day is done...

Tracks: Why can't she just take the non-drowsy one all the time? *frowns as he continues on his way back to his room*

Denver: *Mutters* Don' wanna take either 'un...

Lisa: *following* Well, they both say "Do not operate heavy machinery or drive while taking this medication"...

Tracks: Could you call Doctor House and ask him about them? *over to the bed to lay Denver down*

Lisa: *nodnod, offers the glass of water, will put the pill bottles on the dresser*

Denver: *frowning when she realizes that she hasn't got shoes on, decides to ask Beau about that later. Will try and get comfortable in the meantime, and snuggle Dion*

Tracks: Could you put it with the bottles? *busy fixing Denver's pillow and pulling the blankets up around her and Dion*

Lisa: Okay. *will do so, and go call Dr. House while she's at it*

Tracks: *gets Denver all tucked in and then sits beside her, his brows drawing together as he studies her face*

Dion: *clicks and squeaks quietly, has calmed down a bit from earlier*

Denver: *right eye is swollen shut, and most of the right side of her face is one big bruise or swollen to match. Her nose has a brace on it, which means that in addition to whatever damage was done to her eye area, she's got a broken nose. Despite this, she's studying him right back with her uninjured eye*

Tracks: *gentle hand to the left side of her face* Do you need anything?

Denver: Sahdes knowin' th't th' boys're safe? *Meaning, she's feeling better already*

Tracks: *slight smile* They are. Merlin and Wheeljack teach three of Will's classes, and some of the Aerialbots have taken it on themselves to stick up for him and for Sean.

Denver: *Soft snerk* Wh'ch classes?

Tracks: Physics, theology, and history. He's still taking some classes through the internet.

Denver: *soft chuckle*

Tracks: *then sighs and closes his eyes for a moment*

Denver: *quietly* Ah guess Beau 'n me'll be movin' 'ere sooner th'n Ah thought...

Tracks: *hand around hers* There's room here. And even more in the base. *does not want to let her go again*

Denver: Part'a wh't Ah w's gonna call y'u 'bout w's t' tell y'u th't Beau 'n Ah w're gettin' readeh t' move 'ere... Ah w's gonna show th' realtor th' 'ouse, 'n get started packin'....

Tracks: *blinks as his brows lift slightly with surprise*

Denver: Ah'd been th'nk'n' 'bout 't all th' way t' Quantico...

Tracks: //Emilia, will you bring Beau and Lisa up to my room?//

Emi: //Just let me grab Lisa... She's in one of her 'bustle about the kitchen' moods...//

Tracks: //Tell her it's very important.//

Emi: //Just a moment...// *and then there's a soft sound downstairs as Emilia finally gets Lisa's attention* //We'll be right up.//

Tracks: //Thank you. Tracks out.// *pings another com* //Magnus, do you mind coming to my room in the farmhouse?//

Magnus: //Sure... Just lemme save what I'm working on...// *In other words, let him get to a savepoint so he doesn't lose his progress on that silly game he plays*

Tracks: //It's very important.//

Magnus: //ETA less than four minutes.//

Tracks: //If you must. But don't be longer or you'll miss it.//

Emi: *knocks on the door frame, arm around Beau's shoulders, and Lisa trying to peek around her*

Tracks: *looks at them* Thank you for coming. Now we just need to wait for Magnus.

Magnus: *is that thud that happens not even two minutes later, followed by the soft sound of wheelchair tires*

Denver: *slight flinch*

Tracks: *soft murmur and touches the good side of Denver's face* //Patrick, would I be able to have quarters assigned in the base?//

Patrick: //How big of quarters do you need?//

Tracks: //Large enough for a family with four mechlets and four adults.// *since Rain still spends a lot of time with Magnus*

Patrick: //... I think there are a few family quarters that are empty. Let me check with Brandon, and we'll let you know for sure.//

Magnus: *is looking at the couple from in between Emilia and Beau, having locked his wheelchair wheels so he wouldn't go anywhere*

Beau: *confused look, is wordlessly asking Tracks for an explanation*

Tracks: *a little sharply* Well don't just stand there in the hall. Come in. *turns back to Denver, his hand tightening a little around hers*

Emi: *raised brow as she moves to usher Beau and Lisa into the room*

Magnus: *blink blink, will try not to stare at Denver, will do a good job of it*

Denver: *giving Tracks a confused look as well*

Tracks: *softly, hoping she remembers what Sky had mentioned that time about word bonds* Denver, you're mine.

Denver: ... *and then her confusion's turned to surprise, and she's trying to remember the proper response* *stammers* 'N... 'n... Y'u're mahn...

Lisa: *covering her mouth to muffle the squeal she just let out*

Dion: *squeakings about the squeal! What's happening?*

Emi: *small smile* They're word-mates. I bear witness to this.

Magnus: As do I.

Beau: ... *even more confusion on his face*

Lisa: *slight glee-flail now* I do too!!!

Tracks: *smiling at Denver, those icy blue eyes bright again as he lifts her hand to his mouth to kiss it gently*

Denver: *is blushing, if the fact that her ears are a bit red now is anything to go by. She's also smiling as much as her injuries will allow*

Dion: *Squeee!*

Patrick: *Pings Tracks' comm* //There are four family quarters that are unoccupied, Tracks.//

Tracks: *still smiling at his wife* //How many bedrooms do they have?//

Patrick: //Two of them have three bedrooms, one has four, and the last one has two.//

Tracks: //The four bedroom one will do.//

Denver: *trying to move so she's leaning against Tracks now, Dion cuddled in her arms*

Magnus: *excusing himself, intends to spread the news about Tracks and Denver being word-mates now*

Patrick: //Alright. I'll have Brandon bring you the keycards. You're in the farmhouse, right?//

Beau: ... *Quietly* W'll s'me'un please explain wh't jes' 'appened?

Lisa: *Grinning and saying she's going to go bake a cake now! Will head downstairs*

Emi: Tracks, do you want me to get the civil ceremony paperwork?

Tracks: *gently helping Denver up and then putting his arms around her* //We are.// If you don't mind, Emilia.

Patrick: //...We?//

Beau: ... *giving Emilia a Look as she guides him back down the stairs*

Denver: *soft sigh as she settles against Tracks* *quietly* Will'll be besahd 'imself... *chuckles as she closes her uninjured eye*

Tracks: Emilia, wait. *turning his head to look through the door*

Emi: *pauses in ushering Beau towards the stairs* Hm?

Patrick: //Tracks, what do you mean by "We"?//

Tracks: *quietly* Come here for a minute, Beau. *snippily* //What do you think I mean?//

Beau: *carefully slips out from under Emilia's arm, will move to stand next to the bed*

Patrick: //... Is Major MacKenzie alright?//

Tracks: //You mean Major Trach.// *looks at Beau* I should have asked you first, but I didn't realize that you didn't know what I was doing.

Patrick: //... *quiet chuckle* Congratulations, Tracks.//

Beau: Ah w'ldn't 'ave mahnded knowin' 'fore'and...

Tracks: //Thank you, Patrick.// *frankly, to Beau* I'm sorry.

Beau: *quietly after a few moments* 'T least Ah don' 'afta give y'u th' "Break 'er 'eart 'n Ah'll break y'ur legs" speech... *said with a bit of amusement in his voice*

Brandon: *coming up the stairs* Hello? Anyone up here?

Denver: *opening her eye slightly to stinkeye Brandon for being loud*

Dion: *Scolding squeaks for Uncle Brandon! Mama needs rest!*

Tracks: *lifts his own voice* No, but if you don't mind kicking Blaster down the stairs for us....

Beau: Seriously? *Grin*

Denver: Jes' don' make too much noise wh'n y'u do, Beau. *settling against Tracks again*

Brandon: ... You're both evil. *will give Emi the keycards before he's hurrying down the stairs, Beau hot on his heels*

Emi: They'll be running around the yard for a little while... *chuckles quietly before moving to put the keycards on the nightstand table*

Tracks: *smiling at her* Thank you, Emilia. If you wouldn't mind closing the door on your way out?

Emi: *nods* I'll remind Rodney that it's his turn to pick Will up from school as well. *and out she goes, closing the door behind her*

Denver: *quietly* Ah realleh 'ope th't Dr. 'ouse says Ah don' gotta take those painkillahs...

Tracks: *watches the door close behind Emilia, then turns and looks deep into Denver's unswollen eye, his own eyes full of emotion....* Raoul is going to kill me.

Denver: 'E won'. Th't'd traumatahze Will.... *and there's a very slight hint of a wince as she speaks*

Tracks: *closes his eyes and rests his cheek against hers* I was trying to joke. Are you tired?

Denver: *doesn't want to admit it, but knows Tracks will worry* *quietly* A li'l... 'M more... *slight hesitation. It's hard for her to admit this* Ah'm scared, Tracks...

Tracks: *quietly and intensely* He will never touch you or Beau again.

Denver: *just as quietly* Ah don' want 'im anehwh're neah y'u, Dion, Raoul, 'r Will eithah...

Tracks: *very slight edge to his voice that she'll have never heard before. It's not directed toward her* I can take care of myself, darling. And our new home has very high security.

Denver: *silent for a few moments, before she's reaching for Tracks' hand*

Tracks: *gently lays her down, and then gets up and moves around to the other side of the bed so that he can lay beside her without jostling her too much*

Denver: ... *sudden sharp rush of breath. It's just now hitting her how powerless she was against her father*

Tracks: Shhhh. *turns her so she's facing away from him, and then pulls her close in a protective spoon as he pulls the blankets up around her* You're safe now, darling.

Dion: *Squeaks and clicks to Mama, doesn't like seeing her this upset*

Denver: *trying not to cry, isn't having much luck with that*

Tracks: *softly* It's alright. *trying to wrap her in a cocoon of comfort* I'm here.

Dion: *more squeaks and clicks, wants to love upon Mama, since she has a sad right now*

Denver: *eventually wears herself out, and when she does, she's reaching for Tracks' hand again*

Tracks: *gives her hand a gentle squeeze, then surreptitiously moves his face down toward his pillow to get rid of some of the water his alt mode just shed from his eyes*

Denver: *soft sigh as she closes her eye and snuggles against him more, every move suggesting that her medication's worn off*

Tracks: //Lisa, did you call Dr. House?//

Lisa: //I did, and I had Wayne go get a bottle of ibuprofin, since we don't have any here.//

Tracks: //How soon will he be back?// *sounds impatient and is as he gently rubs his wife's hand* //Denver needs something.//

Lisa: //He should be back soon... I sent him to the closest pharmacy to here... Oh! And Dr. House said that Denver could take a half-dosage of the 'daytime' pain meds, if she prefers.//

Tracks: //Alright. Thank you, Lisa.// Denver, darling? Do you want a half dose of this 'daytime' pain medication?

Denver: Ah'd rahthah be 'n pain 'n keepin' mah wits 'bout me...

Dion: *Worried clicks*

Tracks: That's why Dr. House suggested a half dose. *still gently rubbing her palm with his fingertips*

Denver: *slight frown, before she sighs and nods*

Tracks: *gentle kiss for her hair and clicks for Dion, and then reaches over her to get the bottle before moving to sit up and look at it*

bottle: *label has Denver's name and address in Quantico, the number of the pharmacy where the prescription was filled, the number of pills in the bottle, the doctor that prescribed the pills, and the prescription number, as well as the instructions "Take two pills by mouth every six hours" and the warnings about not driving or operating heavy machinery*

Tracks: *takes out one pill onto the lid of the bottle and scans it closely, his frown intent*

pill: *is a solid white tablet with a line down the middle width-wise, and a short sequence of numbers and letters. If Tracks looks up the chemical make-up of the tablet, he'll find it's a form of vicodine*

Tracks: *recognizes the drug from having run into it once on the street. Frowns very deeply, and then breaks the tablet in half* Well... I can see why you wouldn't want to eat this stuff.

Denver: 'Sahdes th' fact th't 't'd leave me loopeh?

Tracks: It's a very addictive substance. *puts the other half of the pill back into the bottle, and then sets it back on the night table before offering the half he kept out to Denver*

Denver: *holding her hand out and making a slight face*

Tracks: *gives her the broken tablet, and then reaches over to get the glass of water that Lisa left on the night table when she brought the pill bottles*

Dion: *Clicks and frowns at the face Mama is making*

Denver: *moves to sit up slightly*

Tracks: *hand hovering, ready to help, but holding back till he sees if she needs it*

Denver: *does get to a seated position, eventually. Then she's putting the broken tablet in her mouth and trying not to make another face*

Tracks: *sympathetic expression as he offers her the glass of water, and then a wince and a slight .>_<. expression*

Dion: *blink blink, clickclickchirrup?*

Denver: *will drink enough of the water to get the pill taken, and the taste washed away, before she's frowning and reaching to gently touch Tracks' cheek*

Tracks: *reaches up and takes her hand, his eyes opening though his expression remains a frown. And then he's sighing as with relief*

Denver: Tracks?

Tracks: *wryly* Ultra Magnus saw fit to let everyone know about our marriage. That was Raoul.

Denver: ... *expression says she wants to facepalm but knows it'd hurt*

Tracks: Thankfully, he says he won't cause a scene.

Denver: 'S soon 's Ah'm well 'nough t' git 'round, Ah'm throwin' s'meth'n' 't Magnus.

Tracks: Isn't that what brother in laws are for?

Denver: ...

Tracks: *takes the glass from her and leans past her to put it back on the night table* Trust me, they're the same everywhere.

Dion: *Squeak!*

Denver: Oh, yeah... *slight frown as she mulls something over she remembers from the lodge* But wh't w's th't 'bout y'u 'n Sora? *remembers hearing something the day she left the lodge*

Tracks: *slight chuckle as he moves to help her lay back down* She's my bond sister.

Denver: *as she's laying back down* D's th't mean she's mah sister-in-law now?

Tracks: I'm afraid so. And Rachel is your mother in law. *clicks to Dion*

Denver: *Soft snerk* Bet she's thrilled...

Tracks: *wryly as he lays down as well* Rachel seems to find anything that doesn't run fast enough motherable.

Denver: *chuckles as she gets comfortably snuggled against Tracks* Must be interestin' t' 'ave a brothah in law who's th' same age 's 'un 'f y'ur sons... *snuggles Dion as well*

Tracks: *quietly* Beau is my son.

Denver: *blinks a bit, before reaching to gently squeeze Tracks' hand*

Tracks: *laces his fingers through hers and hides his face in her hair* And if I have my say nothing will hurt either of you again while I bear spark.

Denver: *very slight wibble, and then flinches when the kitchen door slams open downstairs*

Dion: *Protests this with another loud squeak!*

Lisa: *telling Wayne off for slamming the door, but doing so without yelling*

Tracks: *casually informs Skylar over coms that Wayne is an idiot, even as his grip tightens protectively around Denver*

Skylar: *retorts with a 'took you this long to notice that?'*

Tracks: //I just wanted to let you know why I'm going to set Raoul and Beau on him.//

Skylar: //*Snerks* Just as long as they don't leave him grounded.//

Lisa: *closing the kitchen door quietly after telling Wayne to get out of her kitchen*

Tracks: //*snort* If they do he deserves it.//

Skylar: //You wouldn't have to put up with him afterwards.//

Tracks: //Exactly.// *shuts the connection and gives his other hand to Dion*

Dion: *Clicks*

Denver: *attention going to the door when she hears Lisa coming back up the stairs*

Tracks: *sighs into her hair and cuddles*

Lisa: *Quietly* Cake's ready... I brought you both a slice... *is in the doorway with two small plates of chocolate cake. the cake has white frosting, and strawberry slices on top*

Dion: Oooooo?

Tracks: *looks up, smiling slightly now* I think we'd better save that till the boys can have some too.

Lisa: The rest of the cake is in the microwave to keep it safe...

Tracks: *nods* But Raoul's already angry at being left out of other aspects of the wedding.

Lisa: Oh... *pauses a moment* Well, he'll be home soon... Rodney's picking Will up now...

Tracks: It does look lovely though. *smile*

Lisa: I'll go get more plates ready... *grinning a bit*

Tracks: Thank you, darling. *resumes snuzzling Denver's hair and clicking to Dion*

Denver: *soft sound of contentment*

Tracks: *starts up that soft purr*

Lisa: *heads back downstairs to get everything ready*

Brandon: *is that almost-too-far-away-to-hear yelp as Beau finally catches him and gives him an epic noogie*

Tracks: *very soft snerk*

Dion: *happy clicks*

Denver: *Quiet chuckle as she just catches the yelp*

Tracks: *covers her up again and shifts just a little* Get some rest, darling.

Denver: *small nod, closes her eye and settles against him a bit more*

Tracks: *contentment swells his purr slightly as he wraps her and Dion in blankets and his arms, protecting and comforting them even as he takes comfort himself*

((co-written with random_xtras))
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