Transformers' verse: Nellis AFB - The Workshop

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She's not sure how she got the energon warm, but it was delightfully satisfying as she sipped it on this cold late morning.

Someone really should have told Endeavour that deserts can get cold, because she certainly wasn't expecting to wake up to a frosted-over compound - not to mention the fact that she had to use lock de-icer on the Workshop outer door earlier today. It was substantially warmer now that the sun was up, but it was still a little chilly.

Didn't stop the kids from going outdoors and having Ratchet explain more of the mysteries of the planet to them, though. She wonders just how he's keeping track of all four of the younglings out there, and shakes her head in wonder. Changing her position slightly in her chair, she stares down at her companion, who has likewise chosen to partake in warm drinks.

"It's quiet."

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"(Yes, it's rather daunting at first,)" Endeavour says kindly. "(And that's... why is he making noises like someone stuck a ferret up his exhaust?)"

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"(Ferret?)" Elita is confused.

"Honey and Op just PINpointed somewhere," says Uzulee as she changes and heads for the living room.

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Endeavour smiles. "(Don't worry about it.)"

Then she calls after Uzulee, "How'd they manage that?"

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"How does Honey manage anything?" comes the amused and dismayed reply.

//I called Jazz. Bumblebee's gone to look in the Nexus.// Ratchet sits up and grumbles. //She took my PINpoint.//

"(Is something wrong with Jazz and Bumblbee's sparkling?)" Elita frowns.

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Endeavour smirks. "(No, they just decided to get... adventurous, much to Ratchet's dismay.)"

She looks over at her sparkmate with a twinkle in her optics. //Well, you'll just have to keep it somewhere secret from now on, won't you?//

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//I had it on my thumb so I'd have it for a trip to the Nexus later.// He coaxes Columbia and the others to let go of him so that he can get up.

Elita's energy is fading, but she has questions still. "(Optimus... Jazz says he's not well...?)"

The concern and love in her voice is clear, as is the longing.

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Endeavour sighs. "(Sort of.)"

Oh great. Now what do I do?

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"(Tell me.)" The order is firm despite the weakness of her voice.

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"(Jazz is going to snap off my vertical stabilizer and try to ram it through my engines if you take this badly,)" Endeavour says, folding her arms across her chest. "(So you better not. Something happened in a Nexus whereby Optimus was turned into... well... a littler robot. And he cannot remember anything about the vorns when he was... large.)"

She looks at Elita and winces.

Oh I am so dead.

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-He doesn't remember me.- Elita stares at the ceiling, not looking at Ratchet as he comes to stand beside his sparkmate. -I worked for so long to come back and be with him again, and now he doesn't remember.-

"(It's going to fade,)" says Ratchet hurriedly as her vital signs flicker slightly. "(Jazz says these things aren't permanent.)"

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"(That's correct. They do fade. We just don't know when.)"