WTF Drabbles 08 - TF and OC

It had been a long week for Blurr and the blue Autobot was glad that he got his missions over with quickly.  They were supposed to last the entire week but he lived up to his name and reputation as usual and got everything done by mid-morning Thursday.  With some time to relax and his femme coming over within the next day, Blurr didn’t know what else he wanted.

Except to get into his room.

Blurr frowned as his door refused to open at his command and he took the extra moment to type in the override code that very few knew, worry starting to lodge in his circuits when the room lights didn’t come on when they were supposed to.  Hitting the switch, he looked around quickly, trying to spot something that was out of place and saw it immediately.  Ryuko’s computer bag was leaning against the wall near his desk, and her day clothing was piled up beside it.

Immediately, blue optics looked to his recharge berth to where a pile of blankets took up the corner of the wall and platform and his frown turned into a scowl when blue and brown eyes appeared and blinked sleepily at him.

“Whatareyoudoinghereandnotatschool!?”

Ryuko gasped and jerked back, apparently surprised, and the gasp turned into a rather violent fit of coughs that shook her entire frame.  Blurr rushed forward, cupping his hands around her but afraid to touch her.  After a minute or so, the coughs calmed down to the occasional wheeze and Ryuko curled up in her blankets again.

“I thought you weren’t suppose to be here until tomorrow evening,” the small human said roughly.

“Igotbackearlybutwhat’swrongwithyou?”

“I’m excused from classes ‘cause I’m sick.”

“Sick?”

“I got a human virus.”

Ryuko yelped as Blurr scooped her up quickly, cradling her carefully as he stood.  “WeneedtogetyoutoRatchet!”

The femme quickly slid from his hands and ran for the recharge berth, falling to the floor and slipping from her nightshirt as Blurr’s fingers caught it.  The Autobot looked blankly at the empty clothing before he got down on the floor, peering under the small space.  Ryuko glared back at him, her arms crossed over her chest and the thin spaghetti strap shirt she wore, and she shook her head vigorously at Blurr’s attempts to beckon her out.

“I refuse!  I’m not going to go see a doctor just because I have a cold!”  Her little shout stressed her vocal cords to the point that it triggered another coughing fit and she didn’t see the white hands the tried to reach her.

“Whydon’tyouwanttogo?” Blurr asked when the coughing resided.

“You’d hate going any place medical if you were poked and prodded continuously for two years straight starting when you were five!”

Blue optics focused briefly on the badly scarred skin of her arms before focusing on her flushed face again.  “C’monRyuko.  You’reactinglikeaSparkling!”

“Sparkling for an overprotective ‘Bot!”

“Thinkrationally!”

Ryuko yelled something at him in his native language and Blurr froze, optics wide.

“WherethePitdidyoulearnthat!?” the blue ‘Bot screeched.

Ryuko started to snicker, but stopped before it would aggravate her coughing.  “Three guesses and the first two don’t count!”

“I’mgoingtokillthetwins!” Blurr growled before pausing, closing his optics and forcing himself to calm down.  In that period of inattention, he nearly didn’t notice as Ryuko tried to slip by him, but he caught her before she got too far.  She snarled and hissed at him, acting in every way like an ornery Sparkling only with a fouler mouth as she spouted every insult she could remember and as many languages as she knew.

They arrived in the medic bay like that, Blurr wincing at the glare Ratchet was giving him for disturbing on the few quiet moments he had, but the looked to the femme held securely in Blurr’s hands.  The medic stood and slowly walked over to them, not really looking forward to what might come from this.

“What’s going on?”

“Fixher!”

“Nothing short of reprogramming can fix the language glitch Blurr.”

Ryuko threw a rather vulgar insult at them in an odd mixture of Cybertronian and Japanese and Ratchet jerked back in shock.

“She has a virus and she won’t see a medic,” the speedster replied, slowing his speech down in hopes of being taken seriously.

Ryuko began to cough uncontrollably and Blurr quickly placed her on the examining table, rubbing her back gently with two of his fingers in hopes of soothing the femme.    Ryuko curled up as small as she possible could and eventually fell silent.

“This is a human virus,” Ryuko said weakly.  “It can only harm humans.  That’s why I locked myself in your room.  Nothing can get rid of it except for time and rest and making sure I eat normally.”

Blurr looked imploringly at the medic and Ratchet could only shrug.  “That’s about all that can be done.  Now leave until you’re leaking energon or missing a limb and get her back to her nest.”

Looking back to his femme, Blurr could only pick her up and take her back to the room, refusing to talk since she managed to doze off in the medic bay.

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Things went fairly calmly after that.  Ryuko would wake up in brief spurts, leaving for short amounts of time to eat or shower or do whatever humans did, only to come back to Blurr’s room and go back to sleep in her nest of blankets.  As long as Blurr didn’t say anything about visiting the medic, Ryuko was serene.

One night, sometime between Friday and Saturday, Blurr woke from recharge to the sound of Ryuko coughing.  Blearily he reached for her to rub her back but stopped when he noticed that the coughing was coming from across the room.  Turning over in his recharge berth, he located Ryuko and froze.

Blood.  There was blood everywhere.  And more continued to appear as Ryuko continued to cough uncontrollably.  Before there could be any protest, Blurr had raced down the hall to the medic bay with Ryuko and was halfway glad that Ratchet wasn’t on duty at the time.

Instead, Wheeljack looked up, shock easily seen despite his mask, and Becka, his ever present partner, looked horrified.

“Shecoughingupbloodandwon’tstopandshe’lldieifthiscontinues!”

The coughing managed to subside enough for Ryuko to catch her breath and rasp out, “Nothing’s wrong!”

“That’s an awful lot of blood to be ‘nothing’ there,” Wheeljack murmured as he reached for her.

Ryuko quickly crawled away from the hand and the two ‘Bots froze as her breath hitched and didn’t move as she spoke.  “I woke up coughing and then I realized that my nose had began to bleed.  It’ll eventually stop but right now I want a tissue!”

Becka came up beside her, pulling one out of her pocket, and Ryuko gratefully took it, pressing it to her nose and leaning forward so that her forehead rested against her knees.  The older girl relaxed as she felt a gentle hand rub her back and she peered up at Becka with her blue eye.  In front of them, Blurr and Wheeljack were arguing in their native language and Ryuko didn’t feel up to trying to figure up what it was over, though she had a feeling it was about the amount of blood on her clothing.

“So!” Ryuko said, grinning at her friend as her voice came out rather nasally.  “Slow night?”

“Something like that,” Becka replied.

“Don’t blame me if you get sick.  I tried to avoid human contact for the past few days.”

“I was wondering about that.  Jack did say he brought you here on Wednesday afternoon.”

“Yea…  How overprotective is Jackie?”

Becka eyed her friend.  “Well, I haven’t gotten dramatic enough to bleed everywhere just to find out.”  The younger femme laughed as she dodged the half hearted punch aimed at her shoulder only to sit down beside Ryuko.  “We’re lucky to have such caring companions.”

“Yea.  And I wouldn’t change anything of it.”