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TFA 'verse. Autobot base and Dinobot Island. Change.
Optimus was soundly in stasis when his communicator suddenly went off.
"Gah!" His optics flew open as his arms and legs went out in surprise, propelling Blackarachnia across the room. Then he blinked and poked himself in the audio receiver. "Optimus Prime here."
"Truckbot come!" demanded a deep, gruff voice that sounded more than a little panicked.
"...Grimlock? How did you get my com frequency?" Optimus frowned and sat up, ignoring his erstwhile berthfellow's cursing.
"TRUCKBOT COME!" bellowed the Dinobot leader, causing the young Prime's helm to vibrate with his volume. "Her Myrrh HURT!"
"What?" Optimus was off his berth and heading for the door before his processor had fully registered his change of location. "What's wrong?"
"Her Myrrh hurt!" Grimlock's voice shook. "Her Myrrh hurt!"
"Grimlock.... GRIMLOCK! Getting excited won't help Myrrh. You need to calm down." Optimus called for Ratchet and the others, barely aware of Blackarachnia catching up to him and climbing to his shoulder.
"ME GRIMLOCK AM CALM!"
"NO! You're not calm."
"Primus...." Blackarachnia facepalmed. "He's arguing with a Dinobot."
Optimus ignored her as he sternly told Grimlock that Myrrh probably needed quiet, and that he and Ratchet would be there very soon.
Then he shut the connection on the anguished and panicked bellowing and looked around to where Ratchet was standing with a very grumpy expression on his battered mug.
"Grimlock says that something's happened to Myrrh," said the truck-bot tersely. "Ratchet, you come with me. Bumblebee, call Prowl and tell him to meet us at the dock."
"Slow down, Prime." Ratchet grabbed his arm and put on the brakes to keep him from racing out the door. "Intake deeply a few times."
"But...."
"You need to be calm just as much as Grimlock does," said the old medic sternly. "Going off half cocked isn't going to help your little femme."
Optimus' faceplates heated at Ratchet's wording, but he conceded and followed his orders.
"What about me?" Blackarachnia asked, her voice surprisingly business-like and devoid of her usual undertone of mockery.
He turned his head to look at her, his optics meeting the expressionless optic band of the Sumdac drone that she now inhabited. "Your being there might upset the Dinobots more."
"And I'm still officially a prisoner." She nodded, then gently touched his cheek and started to climb down.
Ratchet caught her and gently set her on her feet, then turned back to Optimus, who was once more halfway out the door. Sighing, the old medic followed him.
* * *
They got tackled and hauled off by Dinobots the moment the ship docked.
Optimus was actually surprised they'd gotten that far, as Swoop had been circling overhead since they'd first left Detroit. But the flying bot had restrained himself till the freighter touched earth.
"You do realize that grabbing Ratchet might have been a smarter idea," said Optimus conversationally as Swoop labored to stay aloft and bear his weight.
As usual, Swoop had nothing to say about that. He just dropped Optimus at the entrance to the old lab complex and then chased him inside. Swish met them as they came into the part of the complex that Myrrh had set up her home in, the big femme's usually stoic face showing her confusion and concern.
"How is she?" asked Optimus before he could stop himself and wonder what sort of answer he'd get. To his surprise Swish replied.
"She shiny. Quiet," said the Dinobot femme softly as she turned her head to look at Myrrh's bunk. "Me, Swish, think she changing."
"Changing." Optimus strode forward, his optics widening as he saw the cocoon of light that encased Myrrh's slight form. The young Primus servant could be faintly seen inside... and there was something happening to her shell. "Ratchet, hurry up."
The red and white growled at him from the door, not pausing as he too moved to stand by the berth. "...How you think my wearing myself out is going to help...."
He paused and scanned the cocoon, then dropped his lens over his optic and did it again. "What the slag...."
"What is it? What's wrong?" Optimus felt like his spark had jumped up into his throat.
"...As far as I can see... nothing." Ratchet pulled out the life sign scanner just to make sure and the steady beat of a sleeping spark showed on his windshield. "But Swish is right. She's changing."
"Changing how?" Optimus frowned anxiously. "Changing into what?"
Ratchet only rumbled, but then scowled as Prowl leaned forward to take a closer look at the cocoon and then smirked. "What are you grinning about, Prowl?"
"I don't think we have anything to worry about," said the ninja bot, his usual calm firmly in place.
"What do you mean?" Optimus turned the frown to him.
"This is a cocoon." Prowl nodded toward the glowing shroud. "Stop and think what usually happens in cocoons."
Optimus and Ratchet exchanged a glance, but Swish spoke up. "Flutterbug?"
Optimus blinked and froze, his expression shifting to show his sudden rush of horror. "She's turning into a bug?"
"No." Ratchet snorted. "She's all bot. I think this is just...."
The light flickered, and he put the spark monitor close again, to find the rate of the beating increasing as the femme inside the glow woke.
"The activation of her alt mode," said Prowl softly as the cocoon faded entirely.
Optimus gaped at the being thus revealed. It was Myrrh, but a Myrrh changed. Delicate feathery antennae lay against the metal of her berth, and a set of massive wings with a hint of soft green-gold to them were folded beneath her.
"Luna Moth." Prowl smiled.
"...Now she Myrrh fly?" wondered Swish as Grimlock rumbled uncertainly and his brothers stirred.
"Mmm." The little femme sat up a little shakily and rubbed at her optics, then smiled at her friend. "Yes. I can fly now... oh, hello, Optimus."
"You Myrrh, alright?" demanded Grimlock, pushing past the Autobots to stick his big muzzle in the little servant's face.
"Hey!" Optimus scowled, but managed to restrain himself as Prowl put a hand on his arm.
"I'm fine." Myrrh scritched Grimlock gently. "Will you go and get me some mussels? I'm very hungry."
"Dinobots get!" The Dinobot leader puffed his chest with pride at the commission, then herded his team out of the room. The Autobots could hear him berating the other Dinos as they made for the outside.
Myrrh watched them go, then turned optics up to her honorary creator, who was looking at her incredulously. "This is who I am, Optimus. Primus' suggestion was very clear, and now I feel whole."
"Someone wanna tell me how a spider birthed a moth?" grumbled Ratchet. "Last I heard they were different things."
Optimus ignored him. "But... on Cybertron an alt mode like that...."
"I'm not on Cybertron." Myrhh stood on her berth to give the truck-bot a hug, reading his dismay and protective concern. "I'm on Earth. And I think the only person who will have any real trouble with my alt is Captain Fanzone."
Optimus sighed as Prowl snerked softly and facepalmed. "How do you feel?"
"Tired, and hungry. But I'm alright." She continued the hug till he finally relaxed and hugged back. "I'm sorry for not giving more warning. I'd told Grimlock that I was going to be busy. I guess I should have told him a little more."
"Yeah... a little warning is usually a good thing," said Optimus, arguing down the protective parental instincts that were telling him to lock her up in a room where nothing and no one could hurt her.
Myrrh chuckled and pat patted him, then gently pulled away and settled back on her berth, where she sat cross-legged with her antennae perked. A thoughtful expression came over her face as she realized just how keenly she could hear now, and how amplified her sense of smell had become. "Wow...."
"Wow?" asked Optimus, looking back at her quickly from where he'd turned to speak to Ratchet and Prowl.
"Yes." She chuckled softly. "Wow."
He looked at her uncertainly, but then started as his com beeped. "Yes, Bumblebee?"
"Bossbot! We gotta really stinking big robot thingie terrorizing downtown! Looks like it came through another of those portals. And Fanzone's saying things I'm not repeatin'!"
Optimus gaped, looking down at Myrrh with indecision for a splint instant before he turned and raced for the door. "Ratchet, Prowl, come on!"
Myrrh watched them go, feeling their emotions fading with distance, and also feeling Primus' warning and assurance. Antennae flicking with concern, she shuttered her optics and began to pray.
"Gah!" His optics flew open as his arms and legs went out in surprise, propelling Blackarachnia across the room. Then he blinked and poked himself in the audio receiver. "Optimus Prime here."
"Truckbot come!" demanded a deep, gruff voice that sounded more than a little panicked.
"...Grimlock? How did you get my com frequency?" Optimus frowned and sat up, ignoring his erstwhile berthfellow's cursing.
"TRUCKBOT COME!" bellowed the Dinobot leader, causing the young Prime's helm to vibrate with his volume. "Her Myrrh HURT!"
"What?" Optimus was off his berth and heading for the door before his processor had fully registered his change of location. "What's wrong?"
"Her Myrrh hurt!" Grimlock's voice shook. "Her Myrrh hurt!"
"Grimlock.... GRIMLOCK! Getting excited won't help Myrrh. You need to calm down." Optimus called for Ratchet and the others, barely aware of Blackarachnia catching up to him and climbing to his shoulder.
"ME GRIMLOCK AM CALM!"
"NO! You're not calm."
"Primus...." Blackarachnia facepalmed. "He's arguing with a Dinobot."
Optimus ignored her as he sternly told Grimlock that Myrrh probably needed quiet, and that he and Ratchet would be there very soon.
Then he shut the connection on the anguished and panicked bellowing and looked around to where Ratchet was standing with a very grumpy expression on his battered mug.
"Grimlock says that something's happened to Myrrh," said the truck-bot tersely. "Ratchet, you come with me. Bumblebee, call Prowl and tell him to meet us at the dock."
"Slow down, Prime." Ratchet grabbed his arm and put on the brakes to keep him from racing out the door. "Intake deeply a few times."
"But...."
"You need to be calm just as much as Grimlock does," said the old medic sternly. "Going off half cocked isn't going to help your little femme."
Optimus' faceplates heated at Ratchet's wording, but he conceded and followed his orders.
"What about me?" Blackarachnia asked, her voice surprisingly business-like and devoid of her usual undertone of mockery.
He turned his head to look at her, his optics meeting the expressionless optic band of the Sumdac drone that she now inhabited. "Your being there might upset the Dinobots more."
"And I'm still officially a prisoner." She nodded, then gently touched his cheek and started to climb down.
Ratchet caught her and gently set her on her feet, then turned back to Optimus, who was once more halfway out the door. Sighing, the old medic followed him.
They got tackled and hauled off by Dinobots the moment the ship docked.
Optimus was actually surprised they'd gotten that far, as Swoop had been circling overhead since they'd first left Detroit. But the flying bot had restrained himself till the freighter touched earth.
"You do realize that grabbing Ratchet might have been a smarter idea," said Optimus conversationally as Swoop labored to stay aloft and bear his weight.
As usual, Swoop had nothing to say about that. He just dropped Optimus at the entrance to the old lab complex and then chased him inside. Swish met them as they came into the part of the complex that Myrrh had set up her home in, the big femme's usually stoic face showing her confusion and concern.
"How is she?" asked Optimus before he could stop himself and wonder what sort of answer he'd get. To his surprise Swish replied.
"She shiny. Quiet," said the Dinobot femme softly as she turned her head to look at Myrrh's bunk. "Me, Swish, think she changing."
"Changing." Optimus strode forward, his optics widening as he saw the cocoon of light that encased Myrrh's slight form. The young Primus servant could be faintly seen inside... and there was something happening to her shell. "Ratchet, hurry up."
The red and white growled at him from the door, not pausing as he too moved to stand by the berth. "...How you think my wearing myself out is going to help...."
He paused and scanned the cocoon, then dropped his lens over his optic and did it again. "What the slag...."
"What is it? What's wrong?" Optimus felt like his spark had jumped up into his throat.
"...As far as I can see... nothing." Ratchet pulled out the life sign scanner just to make sure and the steady beat of a sleeping spark showed on his windshield. "But Swish is right. She's changing."
"Changing how?" Optimus frowned anxiously. "Changing into what?"
Ratchet only rumbled, but then scowled as Prowl leaned forward to take a closer look at the cocoon and then smirked. "What are you grinning about, Prowl?"
"I don't think we have anything to worry about," said the ninja bot, his usual calm firmly in place.
"What do you mean?" Optimus turned the frown to him.
"This is a cocoon." Prowl nodded toward the glowing shroud. "Stop and think what usually happens in cocoons."
Optimus and Ratchet exchanged a glance, but Swish spoke up. "Flutterbug?"
Optimus blinked and froze, his expression shifting to show his sudden rush of horror. "She's turning into a bug?"
"No." Ratchet snorted. "She's all bot. I think this is just...."
The light flickered, and he put the spark monitor close again, to find the rate of the beating increasing as the femme inside the glow woke.
"The activation of her alt mode," said Prowl softly as the cocoon faded entirely.
Optimus gaped at the being thus revealed. It was Myrrh, but a Myrrh changed. Delicate feathery antennae lay against the metal of her berth, and a set of massive wings with a hint of soft green-gold to them were folded beneath her.
"Luna Moth." Prowl smiled.
"...Now she Myrrh fly?" wondered Swish as Grimlock rumbled uncertainly and his brothers stirred.
"Mmm." The little femme sat up a little shakily and rubbed at her optics, then smiled at her friend. "Yes. I can fly now... oh, hello, Optimus."
"You Myrrh, alright?" demanded Grimlock, pushing past the Autobots to stick his big muzzle in the little servant's face.
"Hey!" Optimus scowled, but managed to restrain himself as Prowl put a hand on his arm.
"I'm fine." Myrrh scritched Grimlock gently. "Will you go and get me some mussels? I'm very hungry."
"Dinobots get!" The Dinobot leader puffed his chest with pride at the commission, then herded his team out of the room. The Autobots could hear him berating the other Dinos as they made for the outside.
Myrrh watched them go, then turned optics up to her honorary creator, who was looking at her incredulously. "This is who I am, Optimus. Primus' suggestion was very clear, and now I feel whole."
"Someone wanna tell me how a spider birthed a moth?" grumbled Ratchet. "Last I heard they were different things."
Optimus ignored him. "But... on Cybertron an alt mode like that...."
"I'm not on Cybertron." Myrhh stood on her berth to give the truck-bot a hug, reading his dismay and protective concern. "I'm on Earth. And I think the only person who will have any real trouble with my alt is Captain Fanzone."
Optimus sighed as Prowl snerked softly and facepalmed. "How do you feel?"
"Tired, and hungry. But I'm alright." She continued the hug till he finally relaxed and hugged back. "I'm sorry for not giving more warning. I'd told Grimlock that I was going to be busy. I guess I should have told him a little more."
"Yeah... a little warning is usually a good thing," said Optimus, arguing down the protective parental instincts that were telling him to lock her up in a room where nothing and no one could hurt her.
Myrrh chuckled and pat patted him, then gently pulled away and settled back on her berth, where she sat cross-legged with her antennae perked. A thoughtful expression came over her face as she realized just how keenly she could hear now, and how amplified her sense of smell had become. "Wow...."
"Wow?" asked Optimus, looking back at her quickly from where he'd turned to speak to Ratchet and Prowl.
"Yes." She chuckled softly. "Wow."
He looked at her uncertainly, but then started as his com beeped. "Yes, Bumblebee?"
"Bossbot! We gotta really stinking big robot thingie terrorizing downtown! Looks like it came through another of those portals. And Fanzone's saying things I'm not repeatin'!"
Optimus gaped, looking down at Myrrh with indecision for a splint instant before he turned and raced for the door. "Ratchet, Prowl, come on!"
Myrrh watched them go, feeling their emotions fading with distance, and also feeling Primus' warning and assurance. Antennae flicking with concern, she shuttered her optics and began to pray.