Transformers-'verse. Near the mouth of the wormhole. Slapdown on a slimeball.

[random_xtras]

The space near the mouth of the wormhole was silent and empty but for the jet that hovered a safe distance from its mouth. Occasionally a bit of drifting junk would get sucked into it, but nothing else moved.

Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.

Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//

//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//

//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//

//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.

And then she decloaked....

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[go-endeavour.livejournal.com]

"Okay." Columbia takes the blanket and curls up next to her sleeping mother, shuttering her optics and falling asleep almost instantly.

[random_xtras]

Ratchet kisses both of them, then turns to go and see what's going on with Jeimu.

[jeimu.livejournal.com]

She's outside, leaning against the wall of the hangar, and it's obvious that Endeavour wasn't the only being who was feeling ill.