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randomplaces2009-02-20 11:38 am
random_xtras) wrote in randomplaces2009-02-20 11:38 am
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Nottabeater'verse. Jazz and Bee family quarters. Surprising aftermath.
Soundwave smiled inwardly as his check with Wisp earned him an affectionate laugh and a tease. His mate was changed... after so many millennia she couldn't not be... but that dancing sense of humor that had first caught his attention so many vorns ago was still there. And, as it had back then, her brightness lightened his own silent and taciturn nature. With her at his side he lived again instead of merely existing.
And Jazz would tease him rusty if he ever got wind of Soundwave thinking such thoughts, though the silver mech waxed just as poetic about his own bond-mate.
Family. Friendship. Forgiveness. I have so much more here than I deserve, he noted to himself as the door to Jazz and Bumblebee's quarters slid open in front of him. Both mech and femme were working today, but Waltz was here, 'grounded' to quarters for her participation in a recent brawl between her younger brother and some mechs in the Nexus. The young femme was babysitting her smaller siblings, and Soundwave was dropping in to tell them some stories and pass the afternoon in their bright company.
Only... things didn't look so bright.
He looked up at a grumpy looking Honey hanging from the ceiling, and then scanned the room and zeroed in on the couch where Waltz lay curled around a sleeping Kriti. "Waltz?"
She started, then stirred slightly and moved her head to look at him, her dark optics dull. "Oh... Uncle Soundwave. ...I didn't hear you come in."
He tilted his head in a frown, then limped over quickly and hopped up beside her to gently lay a hand on her back.
"Nnnnn." She gave a little whimper. "Don't... please don't shake things."
"What's wrong?" he demanded, worry squeezing his spark.
"...Sick." She hid her face again against her tiny foster sister. "Everything's spinning."
There was no fever. None of the usual signs of a virus. Soundwave frowned and commed Ratchet and Jazz.
And Jazz would tease him rusty if he ever got wind of Soundwave thinking such thoughts, though the silver mech waxed just as poetic about his own bond-mate.
Family. Friendship. Forgiveness. I have so much more here than I deserve, he noted to himself as the door to Jazz and Bumblebee's quarters slid open in front of him. Both mech and femme were working today, but Waltz was here, 'grounded' to quarters for her participation in a recent brawl between her younger brother and some mechs in the Nexus. The young femme was babysitting her smaller siblings, and Soundwave was dropping in to tell them some stories and pass the afternoon in their bright company.
Only... things didn't look so bright.
He looked up at a grumpy looking Honey hanging from the ceiling, and then scanned the room and zeroed in on the couch where Waltz lay curled around a sleeping Kriti. "Waltz?"
She started, then stirred slightly and moved her head to look at him, her dark optics dull. "Oh... Uncle Soundwave. ...I didn't hear you come in."
He tilted his head in a frown, then limped over quickly and hopped up beside her to gently lay a hand on her back.
"Nnnnn." She gave a little whimper. "Don't... please don't shake things."
"What's wrong?" he demanded, worry squeezing his spark.
"...Sick." She hid her face again against her tiny foster sister. "Everything's spinning."
There was no fever. None of the usual signs of a virus. Soundwave frowned and commed Ratchet and Jazz.
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Waltz, for her part, pushes herself up a little in quest of Daddy hugs.