again with no readmore option grrr. [I WILL ADD A READMORE FOR YOU, CRICKET. I WILL ALSO ADD A GIF TO DESCRIBE MY FEELINGS BECAUSE I CANNOT WORD.]
”Dad! Dad! Dad! Get up! Get up he’s back!”
Ratchet’s brow furrowed, the loud and excited shouting waking him from recharge, but not quite convincing his optics online. He did check his internal chronometer, and by it’s count, he was up before he was supposed to be. And he got up early.
A very sudden weight pounced on his torso, and got his attention. Cyan optics flashed and a grumbling idled in his engine. “Rigel, what—”
"He’s back! I saw him on the radar, he’s back!" The enthusiastic youngling proclaimed, waving a hand in the direction of the Main Room. "I saw it! C’mon, get up! Get up!" And then came the bouncing.
Spluttering static, Ratchet sat up and scooped the gangly spark up into his arms. Two upgrades… Primus youngsparks grew fast. “I’m up, I’m up,” he muttered, dragging a servo over his faceplate. “And Optimus isn’t supposed to be back for another-” A ping of familiar glyphs scrolled across his display, deflating his argument for half a second before a grin pulled at his face.
:: I apologize for not speaking sooner, old friend. The interference was far too great for the commlines to properly transmit. ::
:: Well hold your position you’re coming home now. :: He sent back before giving a knowing glance to Rigel, "We’ll bridge him back," he whispered.
Rigel’s optics cycled impossibly wide before he scrambled out of his carriers’ arms, “I-I’ll go lock on his coordinates! I can do that! Gamma showed me! I can do that!”
Watching his sparked dash away, he vented a long sigh. Finally, a sense of normalcy; Hard pressed, given their combined luck. War, stumbling through the Multiverse… Magic. Worth it.
"Do not turn on the Bridge controls!” He shouted after Rigel, “I don’t care what Gamma has shown you.” A bark of laughter followed, shaking his helm and pushing himself out of the berth.
Definitely worth it.
Happy Birthday to one of the coolest kids I know.