hsv, Autobot Medbay, Revealing New Discoveries

[dens_extra_pups]

First Aid:  *looks soberly into the spark pot, then looks at Ratchet*

Ratchet: *in a bit of a mood, though most of it seems to be based in concern for the sparklets*

First Aid: *quietly* Optimus, Galvatron, Major Lennox, and Jazz will make the best decision about him.

Ratchet: *Small nod, resisting the urge to pace*

First Aid:  What do you think they'll do to him?

Ratchet: Hard to say... I just hope that, for his sake, he doesn't run afoul of Denver... *sigh* I doubt Allen and Ophelia will be stopping by any time soon, once they learn of this...

First Aid:  *troubled expression as his optics return to the pot*  Do you know how he's alive?  It looks like his spark was shattered.

Ratchet: I'm not even sure...

WJ: *bringing a couple of cubes of mid grade in* He's a stubborn spark... that, and he's incredibly lucky.

First Aid:  And that's it?  *confused*  But this kind of damage... is fatal, WakeJumper.

WJ: I did a bit of research in the Nexus... Starscream, in any reality, is notoriously difficult to kill...

Ratchet: Not to mention Backwing's mother... Remember the state she was in upon her arrival here?

First Aid:  *slight nod, his expression troubled*

Screamspark:  *flares up and pulses erratically, like he's been doing at irregular intervals since Skyfire brought him in*

WJ: *soft sigh, goes to check on Wheeljack*

Wheeljack:  *blinking dazedly*  ...Wake?

WJ: *Gently* How're you feeling, 'Jack?

Wheeljack:  My head hurts somethin' fierce.  But... seein' where I am I guess that's not too surprisin'.

WJ: *soft chuckle* Yeah... you blew the ceiling panels off...

Wheeljack:  Feel like I blew off more'n that.  *puts a hand to his head*  I think I'm good ta sit up....

WJ: Here... *helps Wheeljack sit up*

Wheeljack:  *groans and leans on the younger mech, but he's up*  *and frowning*  Where's Blue 'n 'Clipsie?  Did they get hurt too?

WJ: I don't think so... *asks Eclipse where she and Bluestreak are* ... *frown* Blue's not feeling so good for some reason... 'Clipse is taking care of him...

Wheeljack:  *comms*  //Blue?  What's wrong?//

Blue: //Dizzy... can't keep anything down...//

Wheeljack:  *presumes it's stress*  //Hey... I'm okay.  I'm sittin' up here with Wake.  I'll be fine.//

Eclipse: //*Sounding really worried* Pa, something's really not right... I'm bringing Dad to the medbay...//

Wheeljack:  *moves to get off the table*  //You do that.//  *looks up*  Blue's sick.  And it ain't because of my dumb.

WJ: *helps Wheeljack down, frowning and talking to Eclipse* *small nod* Hey 'Aid? Wanna help me with Bluestreak when Eclipse brings him in?

First Aid:  *looks around, blinking*  What's wrong with Bluestreak?

WJ: *Small shrug as he scoots his normal chair over for Wheeljack to sit in* No clue... but Eclipse is bringing him in now... *and almost on cue, here comes Eclipse, supporting a very queasy-looking Bluestreak*

First Aid:  *goes over to help the little gunner to the table that Wheeljack had been occupying.  Gets her laid back and then starts scanning*  0_0

WJ: *trying to calm down his own mate, so misses First Aid's find*

Eclipse: *biting her thumb, doesn't miss First Aid's expression* //What's wrong with my Dad?//

First Aid:  Ratchet?  Would you please come over here?  *brows still up with surprise and a bit of alarm*

Ratchet: *Frowns, remembering what First Aid discovered about the gunner with the new scanner, comes over* Did you find something?

First Aid:  Yes, I did.  *reports and then adds over comms*  //You'd better tell them, sir.//

Ratchet: *Small nod, looks to Bluestreak* *Quietly* Bluestreak... There's something that you should know...

Blue: *unshutters his her optics, looking about as miserable as (s)he feels*

Ratchet: *makes sure Wheeljack is seated, and that WakeJumper is supporting Eclipse* Bluestreak... Your spark has budded again... *holds up his hand to stop the gunner from speaking for the moment* There's more...

First Aid:  *grips his hands together, though he's ready to step in if anyone needs help*

Blue: *puzzled, and a bit frightened now * Wh-what kind of more? *reaching for Wheeljack's hand*

Wheeljack:  *frowning intensely at Ratchet as he takes his mate's hand and squeezes it gently*

Ratchet: *cycles air quietly, before he speaks* Bluestreak... When your spark was created, it was presumed to be that of a mech... It scanned as a mech-spark with conventional scanners. And even on my own, your spark registers as a mech-spark... But that's not the case...

Wheeljack:  What the slag're you talkin' about, Ratchet?

Ratchet: *gives Wheeljack a Look, before returning his attention to Bluestreak* Your spark is that of a femme... and more than likely has been since your creation...

Blue: ... *stunned speechless*

WJ: ... *mirroring Eclipse's O_O expression*

Wheeljack:  *blink blink blink*  Just let me run my self diagnostic again.....  I'm hearin' things.

Ratchet: You didn't mis-hear me, Wheeljack... Bluestreak is a femme...

Wheeljack:  *silent for several clicks as he holds Bluestreak's hand* *then, slowly*  ...How....  How'd everyone think... she was a guy, then?

Ratchet: Because of her spark's appearance... *moves to put a bucket within easy reach* It's darker than a femme spark normally tends to be... And its energies read as mech by even the most sophisticated of medic-grade scanners currently in use... We only recently acquired a much more sophisticated scanner.

First Aid:  Most of our scanners thus far... well they measure a spark's frequency.  This scanner analyzes the spark's actual makeup.

Wheeljack:  *speechless now himself as he slowly turns his head to look at everyone*

Blue: *going to need that bucket now, plz*

WJ: ...

Eclipse: ...You mean... all this time... I've had a MOM, and not two Dads? *is now being supported fully by WakeJumper*

First Aid:  *winces with sympathy for Bluestreak as he nods*

Wheeljack:  *blank stare as he processes all this*

WJ: ... *quietly* We should get started on the protoform...

Wheeljack:  *blinks at him, and then suddenly turns and looks Ratchet right in the eye*  You fragging slagger.

Ratchet: ... *gives Wheeljack a baffled look*

Wheeljack:  You mouthed off when we got the twins, and you made Blue feel really bad about it.

Ratchet: *quietly* I'm sorry for my prior behavior.

Wheeljack:  *cusses him out but good, then tries to get up so that he can go to the table and take his mate in his arms.  He's still wobbly, though, and more cussing happens*

WJ: Hold on a click, 'Jack... *PINs Eclipse back to quarters, before returning to the medbay and helping Wheeljack*

Wheeljack:  *mouth in a set line as he waits, and he even stink eyes First Aid when that mech moves to offer a hand.  After WakeJumper helps him though he lays down beside Bluestreak and pulls her close, gently stroking her helm*  Shhhhh.  Should'a known you were too pretty for a guy.

Blue: *shaking a bit due to urking and due to shock*

WJ: *goes to get a tarp*

Wheeljack:  *soft words and clicks as he rubs Bluestreak's back*  *then he blinks and looks up at Ratchet again*  Better scan Solar.

Ratchet: *nods and proceeds to argue over comms with Solar Flare*

First Aid:  *helps WakeJumper spread the tarp over the couple*  *quietly*  Oh... your new spark is male.

Blue: *small nod, snuggles against Wheeljack for comfort, still shocked silent*

Wheeljack:  ...'Clipse always said she was gonna trade her twin in for a better brother.  *shutters his optics and rests his cheek against Bluestreak's helm, his hand still gently rubbing her back*

Ratchet: *pinching the bridge of his nose, continues to argue with Solar Flare*

WJ: *soft snerk, headshake* and Solar Flare has always said how he wishes he could trade me in...

Wheeljack:  *looks at Rachet, and then barks over comms at his eldest son*

Solar: *not happy about having to come to the medbay when he's not even injured and hasn't done anything risky*

Wheeljack:  //Not important enough that your old man's awake 'n alive?//

Solar: //None of the walls got blown away, so I figured you hadn't managed to blow yourself to kingdom come yet.// *scowls at WakeJumper from where he's leaning in the doorway*

Wheeljack:  I shook somethin' loose bad enough that I can't remember anything since the explosion till now.  Besides, show a little respect.

Solar: *completely ignoring WakeJumper now* So what's this all about?

First Aid:  *quietly*  We... just need to get a look at your spark.  *glances at Ratchet*

Solar: *raised brow ridge at First Aid* Why?

Ratchet: We're just wanting to double-check something, Solar.

Wheeljack:  *kisses Bluestreak on the forehead, his optics fixed on Solar*

Solar: Double-check what, exactly? *yes, he knows Bluestreak and Wheeljack are over there... he'll come over to talk in a little bit*

First Aid:  I think it would be better if we explain after we do the scans.  *apologetic and gentle as always*

Solar: *Frown. Now he knows something's up. Small nod at Ratchet* Alright.

Ratchet: *nods as he scans Solar Flare with the scanner. Soft snort as he shares the results with Wheeljack and First Aid via databurst: Solar Flare is a mech, and always has been.*

Wheeljack:  Huh.  Could'a fooled me.  Now he's got no excuse for screamin' like a girl when Sweep goes after his feet.

Solar: *GLARES at Wheeljack*

WJ: *SNERK*

Wheeljack:  Yeah, go ahead and glare.  We're replacin' you.  *voice is light, though a bit shaky*

Solar: ...Bhuhwhutnow? *blink blink*

Wheeljack:  Yer gettin' a new brother.  We just found out.

Solar: ... Then why did I have to get scanned?

Wheeljack:  *quietly*  'Cause we found out somethin' about your... your mother, too.

Solar: ...Wait... mother?! *looks at Blue*

Wheeljack:  Yeah.  mother.  *rubs Blue's back*

Blue: *trying to rest, 'wings twitching nervously*

Solar: ... Huh...

Wheeljack:  *shaky sigh and shutters his optics*  *soft snores soon follow as he hits sleep mode before he can say what he'd planned to*

WJ: *ushers Solar Flare out of the medbay, and lets First Aid and Ratchet know that he's going to go spend time with Eclipse*

First Aid:  Thank you for your help, WakeJumper.

Blue: *settling into sleep mode, is snuggled close to Wheeljack*

Wheeljack:  *nuzzles her helm gently in his sleep, his arms tightening around her protectively*

Ratchet: *quietly* When Wheeljack's feeling stronger, let's get them moved back to their quarters...

First Aid:  *back over looking into the spark pot with a pensive expression*  Alright.

((co-written with random_xtras))