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rekindleme2014-10-27 12:29 pm
triggerhappycopter) wrote in rekindleme2014-10-27 12:29 pm
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And Return What Has Been Lost
Who: Fulcrum, Krok and Spinister.
Where: Scavenger's apartment.
When: Backdated to October 14, evening.
Summary: It's about time the Decepticons got their memories back.
Warnings: Saaaaad robots!
Waking up to a minor panic attack in the morning hadn't been the most pleasant of things. Spinister's nerves were shot. Ever since the day he'd told Krok about the needles, he'd become... distant. Anxious. The more Krok recovered, the more distant and anxious Spin became. It was baffling since his captain getting better was what he wanted.
The only problem was that Krok getting better meant it was getting closer to the time Spinister would have to use the needles. Even worse was the deadline slowly grinding down on them; the more they waited, the more there was a chance that the rest of the Autobots would find out and take the needles away. Every day Spinister found himself waiting for a knock from Ultra Magnus- or for Ratchet to finally come over and tell them his patience had run out. Just like that, their possibly last chance to get Fulcrum's and Krok's memories back would be gone and they didn't have the numbers or firepower to stand up to the Autobots here.
Today was going to have to be the day.
The needles felt foreign in his arms, the strange hyper-awareness of their presence accompanying him throughout the day. Calling Ratchet had left his vocalizer feeling like led and left the weight of a whole metrotitan on his back. He'd been avoiding his teammates until the sun had sunk down behind the alien horizon.
"Krok?" Spin says quietly when he finally reappears, standing in the doorway of their apartment, armor cool from the evening air. He steps further into their combined apartments and wonders if Ratchet had already arrived before him.
It'd taken a good few hours for Spin to recover from Krok's session enough to even consider starting on Fulcrum. The headaches he'd gotten from his past sessions with Chromedome surprisingly didn't return quite as painful, but it was still enough to render the heli useless for a good, long while.
By the time he'd managed to drag enough of his mind back together, it was well into the wee hours of the morning. Nursing a cube of energon, he quietly strides through the apartment, stopping in front of the K-Con's door.
There's a moment of hesitation. Come to think of it, he never did come around to talking with Fulcrum about the possibility of surgery. He'd been so caught up hovering over Krok and Ratchet and then the sudden distance he'd put between himself and the rest of the team when both of the mechs had recovered.
Did Fulcrum already know? Had Krok already told him?
"You awake?" Spinister quietly asks the door.
Where: Scavenger's apartment.
When: Backdated to October 14, evening.
Summary: It's about time the Decepticons got their memories back.
Warnings: Saaaaad robots!
Waking up to a minor panic attack in the morning hadn't been the most pleasant of things. Spinister's nerves were shot. Ever since the day he'd told Krok about the needles, he'd become... distant. Anxious. The more Krok recovered, the more distant and anxious Spin became. It was baffling since his captain getting better was what he wanted.
The only problem was that Krok getting better meant it was getting closer to the time Spinister would have to use the needles. Even worse was the deadline slowly grinding down on them; the more they waited, the more there was a chance that the rest of the Autobots would find out and take the needles away. Every day Spinister found himself waiting for a knock from Ultra Magnus- or for Ratchet to finally come over and tell them his patience had run out. Just like that, their possibly last chance to get Fulcrum's and Krok's memories back would be gone and they didn't have the numbers or firepower to stand up to the Autobots here.
Today was going to have to be the day.
The needles felt foreign in his arms, the strange hyper-awareness of their presence accompanying him throughout the day. Calling Ratchet had left his vocalizer feeling like led and left the weight of a whole metrotitan on his back. He'd been avoiding his teammates until the sun had sunk down behind the alien horizon.
"Krok?" Spin says quietly when he finally reappears, standing in the doorway of their apartment, armor cool from the evening air. He steps further into their combined apartments and wonders if Ratchet had already arrived before him.
It'd taken a good few hours for Spin to recover from Krok's session enough to even consider starting on Fulcrum. The headaches he'd gotten from his past sessions with Chromedome surprisingly didn't return quite as painful, but it was still enough to render the heli useless for a good, long while.
By the time he'd managed to drag enough of his mind back together, it was well into the wee hours of the morning. Nursing a cube of energon, he quietly strides through the apartment, stopping in front of the K-Con's door.
There's a moment of hesitation. Come to think of it, he never did come around to talking with Fulcrum about the possibility of surgery. He'd been so caught up hovering over Krok and Ratchet and then the sudden distance he'd put between himself and the rest of the team when both of the mechs had recovered.
Did Fulcrum already know? Had Krok already told him?
"You awake?" Spinister quietly asks the door.
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It sounds like it may have to happen now, he thinks, looking up from his reading. He takes the utmost care in keeping his tone open but neutral as he bookmarks his page and sets the book aside.
"What is it?"
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He felt like a stranger.
"We should talk." Ducking his head, Spin looks at the floor, hands pressed flat against the wood behind him. "If you wanna."
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Maybe he can just friendly his way through whatever it is that's bothering Spinister so much. Maybe then they can all go back to not being miserable constantly.
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But he didn't want Krok to die from the nightmares either.
Dragging himself out from the pit of guilt he'd fallen into takes a long, long moment. Spin forces his body to move, striding carefully over to the couch, rotors twitching anxiously. He doesn't sit in the proffered seat just yet; he's still summoning the courage to just look at Krok at all.
"I. I want. Want to talk. About the needles. And n' your nightmares."
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"What about them?" he prompts, his voice dry with apprehension in spite of himself. "I know you said the nightmares weren't – weren't gone…"
Spinister couldn't possibly be thinking what Krok thinks he's thinking.
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Unfortunately, it means Spin was thinking exactly what Krok didn't think he could possibly be thinking about.
"I don't." His voice drops into a whisper. "I don't want you to die."
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"Neither do I, demonstrably," he says, his voice dry, not even bothering to pretend he wasn't listening. "And Spinister thinks he has a solution."
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"…Wait," Krok says slowly, puzzled, and shifts his gaze from Ratchet to Spinister in a slow turn. "What?"
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'Cause oh, yeah, the last time Ratchet and Spinister were in the same room for medical stuff with Krok, it'd ended with a spark jump and a week-long coma.