Truce 'verse. Cureall's apartment. Looking for someone.

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One moment the corridor outside Cureall's apartment door is empty.

And the next moment there's a swish and a tall, powerfully built human man is raising his hand to knock, his bright blue eyes creased in a deep frown.

The knock stirs up scolding from within, and the sound of small wings swooping about. He waits to see what else it brings.

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Cureall looks up not at the girl or the man, but off to where she thinks Kigan is, her chest rising and falling as she tries to cool her quickly overheating systems.

"What happened to him?"

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"They don't know," says Charlie, glancing at Mornbein. "Someone found him and thought he was a lost Transformer spark. They brought him here, and the doctors have put him into a shell."

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Cureall keens softly. "Is...is he going to be okay?" She looks about, trying to put a pinpoint on where Kigan's empathy is coming from. "Can I see him?"

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"Yes." He reaches up to put a hand on her back. "This way."

That thread of feeling recognizes that something is reaching for it and strengthens slightly, sparking confused and hopeful recognition. He knows her... who is she?

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Someone who loves him.

Cureall follows the man and feelings, trying to emit as much love and calm as possible.

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There's a white and blue Minibot laying on the berth in the room to which Charlie guides her. He turns his head as they come in, his blue optics dull as he looks at them.

Then they brighten just slightly as he realizes that Cureall is the one who feels familiar, and who is sending him the loving feelings.

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Cureall gasps and dashes from Charlie side, sitting next the bed and carefully wrapping her arms around him. "Kigan! Oh love, what happened to you?"

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Quizzical confusion answers her as his pained optics search her face, and then he hesitantly- as though not sure how to do it- lifts a hand and puts it on her back.

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She shakes her head, trying to hold back her tears. "My poor love." She pulls back and strokes his face. "I didn't mean to hurt you."