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Kriti-'verse. Perceptor and Kia's base. Family time
"Bumble, Bumble, wait!" whispered Megatron, hurrying after the tiny chibi. "Perceptor and Kia are sleeping, you can't..."
"Bumble, stop!" Kriti shifted in the chair beside the berth in the room the pair ran into and held up a hand. "Papa and Mama don't feel good.
"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!" cried the tiny femme loudly, her big blue optics dancing with the joy of the chase. "Moufie! Kueeek kueeek!"
"Bumble, please!" Megatron stumbled as he grabbed for her, then grunted as his head thudded into the back of Kriti's chair. "Ouch..."
"Meep!" Kriti held onto the chair to keep from being knocked out of it.
"Ooo." Bumblebee stopped to look up at both of them with a wide-opticked o.O?
"I'm alright." Megatron hunkered to reach one hand toward her, his serious blue optics going toward the slender youngling in the chair. "Kriti?"
"Not hurt," she murmured absently, her wide optics resting quizzically on her small adopted sister. "But don't hear Bumble's mousie squeaking. What's she mean?"
"Err..." Megatron looked down at the tiny bot who now snuggled against his hand and soundlessly moved her little mouthplate as her optics shone. "I'm not sure. Bumble, where's your mousie?"
"Moufie." Bumblebee squeaked herself and turned to zip out of the room as fast as her short legs could move.
She was back before Megatron could unfold himself from his hunker to follow her, a box held lovingly to her chest. "Kueeek kueek!"
The younglings could hear the squeaking now, and it puzzled them. Bumblebee had one little green glitchmouse of the variety that would shock you if you startled it too badly (though the well-loved pet never thought of doing any such thing). But more than one voice was coming from the box, and they sounded shriller than the usual sounds made by glitchmice.
Megatron and Kriti exchanged a glance, and then the burly grey youngster leaned over to look cautiously into the box and gasped.
"Megatron?" whispered Kriti, glancing toward the door as Blackie came in with Soundwave on her back.
"Babies!" said Megatron softly, his optics bright and his mouth turned up in a grin of pleased surprise. "Bumble's mousie has five little tiny glitchmouse sparklets!"
"What...?" Perceptor turned his head, his optics coming slowly online. "Glitchmouse sparklets?"
"Shhhh," said Blackie softly as she came to kneel beside Megatron and Bumblebee and look into the box. "Ahhhh, they are only as big as real bumblebees."
Perceptor and Kia both stirred at this, and soon two pairs of weary but very interested optics were peering over the edge of the berth with utter delight as the pair of scientists exclaimed about this new and wonderful information for the annals of science.
"You mean you didn't know where new glitchmice came from?" Megatron looked up at them with surprise. "I thought you knew everything."
"No. There were far too many other things calling for our attention during the period that glitchmice still existed in this reality," said Perceptor sadly. "And so little attention was paid to the little creatures, for the most part, that we have not even got an exact date for their extinction."
He reached one slender finger into the box and watched as the little green glitchmouse licked it in her usual friendly way. "Wonderful. So amazing."
"Moufie." Bumble beamed and then carefully carried the box under the berth and tucked it safely in the corner before returning and requesting to be picked up. "Nuggle, fraggit."
Kriti was already curled against Perceptor wearily as Kia peered over the red scientist's shoulder and gently rubbed their fosterling's shoulder.
"Meggy, get Bumble?" asked the dark blue youngling tiredly.
"Get!" The tiny femme lifted her stubby arms imperiously, mouthplate moving and then shifting into a yawn. "Slag."
Megatron gently scooped her up and tucked her between Kriti and Perceptor. "Is it snuggle time? Blackie went and got some snacks for us..."
"Did she?" Perceptor looked up hopefully.
The slender former Decepticon nodded and set the plate of energon squares on the edge of the berth, then chuckled softly as Bumblebee crawled over, grabbed two, and then scooted back and poked one at Perceptor's face.
Perceptor and Kia chuckled too as Perceptor nibbled obligingly on the lovely fudgy fuel. "Thank you, Miss Bumble. You're very kind."
"Shutup 'n eat." The little chibi moved her mouth, big optics intent as she watched him eat.
Blackie shook her head slightly, then settled in the chair as she made sure that everyone had at least two cubes. "Be nice, Bumble."
"Am. Thrrpt." The chibi dropped Perceptor's cube and attacked her own hungrily.
The red science unit chuckled again as he finished his lunch, and then he moved himself and Kia closer to the wall so that Megatron and Soundwave could join the snuggle pile. "Now we had better have some rest. You look as though you are in need of it, my Miss."
"Uh huh." Kriti nodded sleepily as she clung to him. "'M glad you're better, Papa."
He gave her a gentle kiss on the helm, and then rested his head on the pillow. "As am I, my Miss. As am I."
"Bumble, stop!" Kriti shifted in the chair beside the berth in the room the pair ran into and held up a hand. "Papa and Mama don't feel good.
"BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!" cried the tiny femme loudly, her big blue optics dancing with the joy of the chase. "Moufie! Kueeek kueeek!"
"Bumble, please!" Megatron stumbled as he grabbed for her, then grunted as his head thudded into the back of Kriti's chair. "Ouch..."
"Meep!" Kriti held onto the chair to keep from being knocked out of it.
"Ooo." Bumblebee stopped to look up at both of them with a wide-opticked o.O?
"I'm alright." Megatron hunkered to reach one hand toward her, his serious blue optics going toward the slender youngling in the chair. "Kriti?"
"Not hurt," she murmured absently, her wide optics resting quizzically on her small adopted sister. "But don't hear Bumble's mousie squeaking. What's she mean?"
"Err..." Megatron looked down at the tiny bot who now snuggled against his hand and soundlessly moved her little mouthplate as her optics shone. "I'm not sure. Bumble, where's your mousie?"
"Moufie." Bumblebee squeaked herself and turned to zip out of the room as fast as her short legs could move.
She was back before Megatron could unfold himself from his hunker to follow her, a box held lovingly to her chest. "Kueeek kueek!"
The younglings could hear the squeaking now, and it puzzled them. Bumblebee had one little green glitchmouse of the variety that would shock you if you startled it too badly (though the well-loved pet never thought of doing any such thing). But more than one voice was coming from the box, and they sounded shriller than the usual sounds made by glitchmice.
Megatron and Kriti exchanged a glance, and then the burly grey youngster leaned over to look cautiously into the box and gasped.
"Megatron?" whispered Kriti, glancing toward the door as Blackie came in with Soundwave on her back.
"Babies!" said Megatron softly, his optics bright and his mouth turned up in a grin of pleased surprise. "Bumble's mousie has five little tiny glitchmouse sparklets!"
"What...?" Perceptor turned his head, his optics coming slowly online. "Glitchmouse sparklets?"
"Shhhh," said Blackie softly as she came to kneel beside Megatron and Bumblebee and look into the box. "Ahhhh, they are only as big as real bumblebees."
Perceptor and Kia both stirred at this, and soon two pairs of weary but very interested optics were peering over the edge of the berth with utter delight as the pair of scientists exclaimed about this new and wonderful information for the annals of science.
"You mean you didn't know where new glitchmice came from?" Megatron looked up at them with surprise. "I thought you knew everything."
"No. There were far too many other things calling for our attention during the period that glitchmice still existed in this reality," said Perceptor sadly. "And so little attention was paid to the little creatures, for the most part, that we have not even got an exact date for their extinction."
He reached one slender finger into the box and watched as the little green glitchmouse licked it in her usual friendly way. "Wonderful. So amazing."
"Moufie." Bumble beamed and then carefully carried the box under the berth and tucked it safely in the corner before returning and requesting to be picked up. "Nuggle, fraggit."
Kriti was already curled against Perceptor wearily as Kia peered over the red scientist's shoulder and gently rubbed their fosterling's shoulder.
"Meggy, get Bumble?" asked the dark blue youngling tiredly.
"Get!" The tiny femme lifted her stubby arms imperiously, mouthplate moving and then shifting into a yawn. "Slag."
Megatron gently scooped her up and tucked her between Kriti and Perceptor. "Is it snuggle time? Blackie went and got some snacks for us..."
"Did she?" Perceptor looked up hopefully.
The slender former Decepticon nodded and set the plate of energon squares on the edge of the berth, then chuckled softly as Bumblebee crawled over, grabbed two, and then scooted back and poked one at Perceptor's face.
Perceptor and Kia chuckled too as Perceptor nibbled obligingly on the lovely fudgy fuel. "Thank you, Miss Bumble. You're very kind."
"Shutup 'n eat." The little chibi moved her mouth, big optics intent as she watched him eat.
Blackie shook her head slightly, then settled in the chair as she made sure that everyone had at least two cubes. "Be nice, Bumble."
"Am. Thrrpt." The chibi dropped Perceptor's cube and attacked her own hungrily.
The red science unit chuckled again as he finished his lunch, and then he moved himself and Kia closer to the wall so that Megatron and Soundwave could join the snuggle pile. "Now we had better have some rest. You look as though you are in need of it, my Miss."
"Uh huh." Kriti nodded sleepily as she clung to him. "'M glad you're better, Papa."
He gave her a gentle kiss on the helm, and then rested his head on the pillow. "As am I, my Miss. As am I."