[Not locked-Probably audible to anyone in the 'house,' too.]

[not_your_gun]

[The communicator flips on as its smacked, in the darkness, by a tossing and turning hand. There are the soft sounds of someone waking up, and the shadowed outline of Mikaela sitting up in bed.]

Where...?

..nnk....

[There's a kind of strangled gasp, as the shadow touches a hand to its face...and then there is just a scream.]

Comments

[... Action.]

[show_my_cannons]

[Okay, frag this ignoring her thing. She's screaming. That's never good. He practically bolts out of his room, pounding down the halls to her room.]

MIKAELA! What is it!

[... Action.] I'm so sorry, Ironhide.

[not_your_gun]

[...what the hell is this. This is some sort of cruel joke. It...it has to be some sort of cruel joke...]

....!

[The screaming cuts off after a moment, hearing Ironhide's voice...and...it...takes another few moments and a strange choking sound before he remembers he's supposed to breath...]

[...to breath? Oh, Primus...this......no. No. ...bad dream, that has to be it. Its...soft....everywhere...]
G....go a-way! [Its very strangled and forced...and he shudders even after speaking, trying not to swallow the words. This...better be a dream.]

[... Action.] /sob

[show_my_cannons]

[For a moment, he staggers back, as if physically harmed by the words. Then he snarls, and pounds the door again.]

What happened! Open this!

[... Action.] Finally talk to Mikaela and its the wrong one.

[not_your_gun]

[...there's...sheets...and a blanket, and its completely foreign and tangling him, and he's trying to stand....and that doesn't work very well, yet, either. He falls off the bed with a loud 'thump.']

..n...no! M...fine!

[...alright, so not a dream. This is much more like a nightmare.]

[ ... also action ]

[kittykinesis]

[ Have a-- slightly muddled and disoriented and sleepy but still very worried voice accompanied by a fist on the door ]

Mikaela-san?? What's wrong?!

[ ... also action ]

[not_your_gun]

I...I'm...[Oh, Primus, there was another one...he was surrounded. If ever there was a time to reboot from recharge, it was now...unless the Tyran Soundwave had caught him, and was somehow projecting these visions into his processor. He was pretty certain he wouldn't have been creative enough to imagine eyelids.]

...Naomi, is that you? [He's managed to mostly get himself back up onto the bed from the floor, though it took a moment of work. Its so...disorienting.]

[ ... also action ]

[kittykinesis]

Yes, it's me. [ thankfully she is... nowhere near as loud or demanding as Ironhide, but she's definitely more than a little concerned ] What happened? You screamed--

[ ... also action ]

[not_your_gun]

[He sighs, collapsing into a pile on the bed and leaving the sheet on the floor where it fell off earlier, wearily moving back into 'thinking' mode.] I just...had a nightmare. That is all.

[He was just so...off...balance. No treds on his back. Thousands of...muscle...things...instead of hydaulics. Suddenly evolution doesn't seem to be so miraculous, if this was what you got out of it. Maybe creationism made more sense--he was more willing to believe this was some god's cruel idea of a joke.]

D...did I wake you?

[...he tries to sound concerned. Its a bit off.]

[Voice]

[not_your_gun]

[....and that voice is coming from next to him on the bed. He's so startled he almost falls out of it again, looking around frantically...and finally digging into the remaining blankets with a scowl until he unearths the communicator.

Frag his life, its on. How much of his conversation with Ironhide and Naomi went through it? How much of his...asides...?]

...n...not really... I...it....was a bad dream. [He fumbles to pick it up, looking through the settings to be able to turn it off...oh, hell, there's other messages, too.]

[Voice] Oh dear

[not_your_gun]

...that? ...its...its Ironhide. [...wait...Ironhide and Ratchet weren't staying together? ....oh, now that is interesting. He'd not been paying as close attention to the Autobots lately as he needed to. ...not that the information is going to do him any good right now.] ...he...I...

...[He sighs, finding at least that motion to be similar to how its supposed to work.] ...I don't know right now. Can...I...call...you back in the morning? [Everything's so stressful at this moment, and it shows in his voice...one of the few tones that's easily translated.]

[Video] Yep, have this one's freakout too. 1/2

[theheterodyne]

2/2

[theheterodyne]

M-mikaela? Are you all right? Where are you?

[Video]

[not_your_gun]

[...alright...so this button changes the interface over...and...frag, now another message appears. Its...Agatha? He blinks in surprise at the communicator, realizing that its set to video....and then realizing how incredibly reactionary 'blinking' is. He shudders, and sits up.]

...Agatha. I'm...I'm at home, I think?

[He's still working on expressions...mostly because he hasn't any idea that they're there, so the face is somewhere between terribly distraught and oddly blank...though there's evidence of tears, as well.]

[Video]

[theheterodyne]

You don't look so well. What happened?

[Voice]

[mywrenchsaysyes]

Mikaela..? Hey hey, what's goin' on?

[Voice]

[not_your_gun]

[...this is a much less familiar voice, and he starts trying to access his memory archives before he runs into a solid wall of...not...having...them This causes mild panic.]

...!

[How is he remembering things without memory units? ...where is it all going to go? What if he can't remember the Decepticon encryption codes? What if he forgets himself? Sorry, Graham, it'll be a moment of stunned silence before he answers...as a name pops into his head.]

...G...gram?

[Voice]

[mywrenchsaysyes]

......

[It's a very pensive silence on his end, but he eventually speaks.]

...close enough. You okay there, kid?

[Voice]

[not_your_gun]

[...he's really not used to this much concern. How many Guardians did Mikaela have? Its a quieting thought. And he can't even begin to guess how he was supposed to react to someone he...barely...knows exists. Its giving him a headache, and...that, too, is so unexpected that he breaks down and just curls back up on the bed again, not nearly prepared to deal with this.]

No.