10_random Prompt 6.
Title: Childhood Illnesses
Author: no_pen_writer
Claim: Protectobots
10_random prompt: Bug
Rating: K
Disclaimer:If I was Hasbro I wouldn't need fanfiction for my what if meanderings.
Spoilers/Warnings: Unbeta'd, creative license with medical knowledge of giant robots.
Author Notes: I'm not the only one that sees them like a pile of puppies right?
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Later on, when they looked back at the memory file they all would giggle in embarrassed amusement at what they had done. But it had been terrifying then and they didn’t believe in that fear when Ratchet and Wheeljack had told them it was nothing to worry that much over it, and that Hot Spot could stop recharging on the floor between the two berths because he was in the way and the two on the berths would be fine in time. Because they couldn’t stop worrying when those two had been so deep in recharge they weren’t even a hum in the back of a processor, and none of them had looked over that data packet about common viruses and mainframe hiccups all bots usually went through at some point. Even when Silverbolt had wandered by a few times and told them the same thing they couldn’t stop, and at least Silverbolt understood and didn’t try and pull them out of the little area of the medbay during that time.
It had started with Streetwise feeling a bit rundown, even after a full recharge cycle and energon tanks full. The feeling had been caught by First Aid, and in typical fashion had curled over him until Streetwise had laughingly settled down and let Aid look him over before being dragged to Ratchet. This already had worried the rest as they began to trickle in to hover just out of reach to be an annoyance and see what was going on. Only for all of them to be shooed out after being told Streetwise just needed some rest and would be in medbay for a few days. Then First Aid had started acting the same way as Streetwise had, but had managed to hide it better until Blades noticed the visor flicker into a dimmer setting then normal during an exercise from Ironhide, and had physically carried the protesting medbot into the care of Ratchet as well.
Both barely coherent and seeming to be far away when they tried to talk to them through the link. It had made Blades hover until it was mentioned he was doing so, then he had left and only slunk back when others were not around. Or when Groove just smiled knowingly as they curled in the corner where they could watch the recharging figures better when neither felt like returning to, the now too big seeming, quarters when Hot Spot was either flitting between Streetwise and First Aid or babbling his fear and guilt over it at Silverbolt.
The aggravated explanation from Ratchet on it being a system error that just needed to run its course and they would be fine, and First Aid probably caught it when looking over Streetwise ignored in favor of staring at the two motionless figures, and that was just another bit of wrong because Streetwise even fidgeted in recharge normally. The words not registering about it happening to many bots with no real consequences afterwards, and that they were so tired because their systems were still new and had to take longer to sort out the virus from the rest of the data strings. None of it because they were not responding and they were there, but not really there with them, and they couldn’t see how it would get better until they could feel them again.
So the relief when both had groggily rebooted and the static of vocalizers having been off for so long, had them nearly tackling the two off the berth physically, until Ratchet had given them the Look, and instead happily crowded around and just buried the two in the link in relief. Which turned into smothering as Hot Spot was pulled away long enough by Wheeljack to be told the two still needed to take it easy until the rundown feeling was gone, or they might cause another hiccup in their processors and send them back to medbay for a bit again.
The group too busy with paying attention to being whole and mentally climbing over the other with feelings of relief and admonishments to never do that again to their sparks, to notice the complicated look between the engineer and medic. A look that was usually simplified to a fond exasperation tone of the word Gestalts.
Author: no_pen_writer
Claim: Protectobots
10_random prompt: Bug
Rating: K
Disclaimer:If I was Hasbro I wouldn't need fanfiction for my what if meanderings.
Spoilers/Warnings: Unbeta'd, creative license with medical knowledge of giant robots.
Author Notes: I'm not the only one that sees them like a pile of puppies right?
=============================================
Later on, when they looked back at the memory file they all would giggle in embarrassed amusement at what they had done. But it had been terrifying then and they didn’t believe in that fear when Ratchet and Wheeljack had told them it was nothing to worry that much over it, and that Hot Spot could stop recharging on the floor between the two berths because he was in the way and the two on the berths would be fine in time. Because they couldn’t stop worrying when those two had been so deep in recharge they weren’t even a hum in the back of a processor, and none of them had looked over that data packet about common viruses and mainframe hiccups all bots usually went through at some point. Even when Silverbolt had wandered by a few times and told them the same thing they couldn’t stop, and at least Silverbolt understood and didn’t try and pull them out of the little area of the medbay during that time.
It had started with Streetwise feeling a bit rundown, even after a full recharge cycle and energon tanks full. The feeling had been caught by First Aid, and in typical fashion had curled over him until Streetwise had laughingly settled down and let Aid look him over before being dragged to Ratchet. This already had worried the rest as they began to trickle in to hover just out of reach to be an annoyance and see what was going on. Only for all of them to be shooed out after being told Streetwise just needed some rest and would be in medbay for a few days. Then First Aid had started acting the same way as Streetwise had, but had managed to hide it better until Blades noticed the visor flicker into a dimmer setting then normal during an exercise from Ironhide, and had physically carried the protesting medbot into the care of Ratchet as well.
Both barely coherent and seeming to be far away when they tried to talk to them through the link. It had made Blades hover until it was mentioned he was doing so, then he had left and only slunk back when others were not around. Or when Groove just smiled knowingly as they curled in the corner where they could watch the recharging figures better when neither felt like returning to, the now too big seeming, quarters when Hot Spot was either flitting between Streetwise and First Aid or babbling his fear and guilt over it at Silverbolt.
The aggravated explanation from Ratchet on it being a system error that just needed to run its course and they would be fine, and First Aid probably caught it when looking over Streetwise ignored in favor of staring at the two motionless figures, and that was just another bit of wrong because Streetwise even fidgeted in recharge normally. The words not registering about it happening to many bots with no real consequences afterwards, and that they were so tired because their systems were still new and had to take longer to sort out the virus from the rest of the data strings. None of it because they were not responding and they were there, but not really there with them, and they couldn’t see how it would get better until they could feel them again.
So the relief when both had groggily rebooted and the static of vocalizers having been off for so long, had them nearly tackling the two off the berth physically, until Ratchet had given them the Look, and instead happily crowded around and just buried the two in the link in relief. Which turned into smothering as Hot Spot was pulled away long enough by Wheeljack to be told the two still needed to take it easy until the rundown feeling was gone, or they might cause another hiccup in their processors and send them back to medbay for a bit again.
The group too busy with paying attention to being whole and mentally climbing over the other with feelings of relief and admonishments to never do that again to their sparks, to notice the complicated look between the engineer and medic. A look that was usually simplified to a fond exasperation tone of the word Gestalts.