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Transformers' verse: Nellis AFB - The Workshop

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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Uzulee nods from where she's crouching by the edge of the table, her large dark eyes peering through the doorway as she watches the nature lesson. "Where are Honey and Optimus?"

Dev sips her energon and grins. "Under the couch, as usual."

The small human chuckles and sips at her pilfered coffee. "They're like fric and frac."

"I think they're helping each other out, if you ask me. Honey's expanding her vocabulary, and Optimus seems to be getting on rather well, despite the lol." She finishes her drink and stands up to look at the pair of GFP mice that are scurrying around their cage.

"I thought you were sending those back?" Uzulee cocks her head and looks over her shoulder toward the cage. Then she stands and walks over to look at Elita, whose life signs have gradually been growing stronger over the past couple of weeks as Ratchet worked to strengthen her damaged spark.

"Their home lab lost their funding," Endeavour explains. "So I couldn't just send them back to be put Primus-knows-where." She lifts the lid of the cage and deposits more food inside before turning to where Uzulee was standing.

"She's improving at a steady rate. Soon we'll have a go at doing some actual repair work."

"She just moved." Uzulee's voice is low.

"Hm." The Autobot comes closer and does a scan on Elita's systems. True enough, she was coming out of the self-induced stasis lock.

The moment that became apparent she immediately messaged Ratchet. //Okay, now what?//

//Now what?// he repeats distractedly from beneath the sparkling pile in the courtyard.

Elita's optics light faintly and she turns her head toward the movements that she senses.

She growls slightly - it's not like him to be this distracted, and plus, she'd sent along the incoming data with her message.

//Elita's coming back online,// she says brusquely. //So what do you want me to do?//

//Sorry.// He tries to get out from under the heap of youngsters, then sighs and gives up. //Talk to her. Let her know where she is, who you are, and who else is here.//

//But I'm not a doct-// She growls again, this time louder, but leans over to look into the femme's dim optics.

"Hi," she says quietly. "Looks like you found us all. Just - move slowly for now. Don't worry, you're not in any danger here."

She tilts her head and waits for some kind of response.

Elita blinks at her, then frowns with the effort of focusing, though it doesn't show on her rather crude face. "(What...? Oh... Starscream....)"

She growls softly, causing Uzulee's eyebrows to shoot upward.

"(Is now... dead,)" Endeavour assures Elita, switching from English to Cybertronian smoothly. "(My name is Endeavour, and you're in the medical bay of the Autobot stronghold located on Nellis Air Force Base, Nevada. The human is Uzulee; she's one of our allies.)" A wry smile falls over the shuttle's face. "(At present, we have... well... a lot of your comrades living here.)"

She looks at the tiny organic wonderingly and is given a bright smile in return. Then she slowly turns her head to look up at Endeavour again. "(Who is here? Tell me, please.)"

"(Right now?)" Endeavour's optics glaze over slightly as she does readings. "(Just Ratchet and I, plus the children. Optimus, Bumblebee, Jazz, Ironhide, Chromia, Starforge and Arcee are... out at present.)"

She feeds Elita the party line about Optimus, as she figures it's best if someone like Jazz does all the explaining about that one.

There's a yelp from Ratchet as the two small figures under the larger couch vanish abruptly.

Elita starts at the sound. "(What?)"

"Um. I'll go see what I can do," says Uzulee softly as she sets down her mug. Then she changes to cat and leaps from the table.

"(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?)"

"(Ferret?)" Elita is confused.

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

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

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

"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.

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?//

//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.

Endeavour sighs. "(Sort of.)"

Oh great. Now what do I do?

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

"(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.

-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.)"

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

Ratchet winces as tears start trailing down Elita's face for the first time since he's known her, then gently wipes them away. "(Stop this. He'll be alright. And he'll need you well when he does.)"

"(Tired,)" she whispers, feeling like someone sat an asteroid on her.

He nods and grabs the painkiller, then knocks her out.

"Not your fault, Dev," he says as he sets the override tool down.

She doesn't look convinced, and lets out a barely-audible growl before walking over to her chair and sitting down.

She grabs another sample from her inbox and holds it up, ready to begin her analysis, then lays it back down on the desk and sits back with a sigh.

"I was instructed not to say anything," she says quietly.

"This is different." He puts a hand on her shoulder. "She's one of us, and she would have found out anyway."

"Yes, but I'd rather she found out from someone who wasn't the newb of the group," Dev says bitterly. "And besides. She didn't take it well. What happens if she cannot come around from that shock?"

~~it would seem that the robot has not gotten over her n00b complex~~

"She's strong," is Ratchet's quiet rejoinder. "Not physically, now, but the same strength of character and hope that got her here will pull her through this too."

"Hm."

Dev says nothing, but she wonders if she is strong enough to watch this cycle of hurt-and-repair happen time and time again.

He rubs her back comfortingly, then kisses her gently on the forehead. //It'll work out. Just watch.//

-Please, Sparkmaker?-

Another sigh. //Yes. I know.//

Ratchet sighs himself and puts his arms around her, hating to see her down and praying fervently that he never has to be separated from her as long as Elita's been away from Optimus.

She returns the hug, feeling suddenly apologetic.

//I'm sorry,// she says. //The past few days have been... You know.//

//I know.// His voice is soft as he slips his hand into hers and gives a gentle tug. //Your work can wait. Come play with the sparklings. Bumblebee will be back with Honey soon.//

She smiles slightly and lets him haul her to her feet. //Alright.//

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