The morning still of the warm summer day was almost pristine and in many of the pictures Shaman had seen in books and movies back on Cybertron, after a nightly rain storm. He sighed as he could feel the little femme slowly try and adjust herself in the confines of her blanket. She was still very ill from the lack of nutrition and medical care she never got when she really needed it. He sighed and under his breath, cursing Tiebreaker for what he had put the tiny child through. He wanted the mech to endure what he had done to the little femme, but he had to let it go as Optimus, Magnus and Alpha made it clear that they would be personally, handing down the punishment.
As he looked out to the morning sun, he saw a small ship, descending from the clouds. He looked closer to see the familiar red faced insignia, painted on the side. “They got here earlier than they originally said they would,” he spoke softly to himself. He then gazed down at the little femme. “You’re finally going to have a proper room to grow in. No more cages for you.” He tried to smile to himself, but there was nothing that he could smile about. The fear that Springer would screw up again weighed heavily on his spark. He was by definition, “terrified”. Terrified of what would happen if he wasn’t there; if he had to leave completely so Springer could become a father to the child. He shook himself out of the thoughts and ideas. He had made it clear to Optimus and the council that he wouldn’t leave unless Springer could continuously maintain a healthy home and family life for the little femme. Optimus thankfully agreed and allowed Shaman to stay close in case of any trouble. Looking out one more time at the ship, finally landing, he decided to take the little femme for a walk.
Springer and the others slowly were coming out of their rooms, wondering what was going on as they quickly spotted the ship. “I thought it wouldn’t get here until a few days later,” said Blurr as he rubbed his optics.
“Looks like it’s a newer model of the carrier class ships,” said Perceptor. “I heard they are much more efficient than the older models by about 63 percent.”
“I don’t care if they are 1000 percent more efficient than the earlier models,” spoke Springer, rather harsh. “I’m just glad our stuff got here.”
“And don’t forget the things for your daughter,” stated Shaman, blatantly as he was still angered with Springer and the treatment he gave to his child. Springer cringed as he knew that he would have to start really including his child in daily activities with everyone. He really didn’t like the thought of taking her for walks, singing, feeding, bathing… and the most dreaded of all… changing her diapers. He sighed heavily as he just wanted to forget for a moment that the little femme was there. “Anyways, I’m going to take this little lady out for some fresh air. I will expect that her room will be in order by the time I get back.”
“When will you be back, Shaman?” asked Kup.
“I’m thinking probably around an hour… or less,” said Shaman rather calmly.
“Um… I think it’s going to take us more than an hour to get her room done,” said Drift. “Besides, we have our own rooms we want to get put together too.” Everyone was met with a very cold stare from Shaman. The young medic that was trained extensively under Ratchet had picked up the older medic’s worst attribute… that deadly ice cold stare.
“I told you what I expect, and I expect her room to be done first before any of you get to your own rooms,” he stated with the continuing cold stare. Drift, Kup, Blurr, and Perceptor slightly cringed away from Shaman, but nodded. They were not bound to cross Shaman, even if they wanted to.
“We’ll get it done when we decide to get it done,” grumbled Springer.
“Very well then,” said Shaman as he turned toward the green mech. “Then every one of you will be sleeping on the floor with her until you get her room situated to MY liking.” Springer turned towards Shaman, stunned that he would say anything like that. Before he could speak to protest, Shaman’s stare only grew colder and more dangerous. “Or how about I lock you in cages… just like you did with her? Lock you away, hidden behind something so no one can see you, and starve you guys… just like you did with her.” Springer shut his mouth quickly and put his hand down. He knew that if he said anything to Shaman, his aft would be handed to him 100 times over… or more.
“We’ll get it done,” said Drift, quickly. Mostly wanting to diffuse the situation and hope that Shaman doesn’t go Ratchet on everyone.
“I hope so,” said the young medic as he began making his way to the door. “Remember, you have an hour or less. I’d get started if I was you.” Without another word, he left, leaving the five mechs to figure things out on their own. Springer, sadly only scoffed at Shaman’s words and began putting his room together without another thought. The others, who really didn’t want to face Shaman’s wrath, quickly began to put the little femme’s room together.
Shaman slowly walked through the forest that was close to the house. Along his meanderings, he made mental notes. Primarily about putting a fence up to keep the little femme safe and unwanted guests out. “This forest is so large, you could get lost in it with ease,” he spoke to the tiny child. Sitting down on an old tree that looked to have fallen after a severe storm, he tried to get as close to the femme’s height to see what she would see if she became lost in the forest. With how hard it was to see where everything was, he could feel disoriented with how alike things looked at her height. Standing back up, he knew he would have to make it very clear that a fence would have to be built. “I’d best get back. This really needs to be taken care of.” Slowly getting up, he looked around… and started to feel uneasy. Taking a deep breath, hoping to shake the feeling off, he made his way back to the house.
Little did he know, there was someone watching him. High up on a tree, perched on a branch, there was a green and silver mech, his blue optics gazing down at the last spot he saw the mech, carrying his target away. He sighed and began contemplating why he was called in. Thinking to himself, his comlink went off. Looking to see who it was, he grumbled as he finally answered it. “Yes?” he asked flatly.
“Did you find the target?” the mech on the other end asked.
“I did… and I’m not happy with the situation,” stated CyberLink, with a hint of anger. “You do realize what you are asking me to do, don’t you?”
“Yes, I’m asking you to keep an eye on that thing and kill it if it does anything,” stated the mech. CyberLink only grumbled to himself.
“No,” he stated flatly again. “You’re asking me to babysit an infant who would most likely drool on you versus try and eviscerate you.”
“How do you know that?” argued the mech. “For all we know, it could be playing possum on us. I don’t want that THING to cause a mass panic in MY town because no one will control it.”
“Do you have any evidence that she will cause such a stir?” asked CyberLink, trying his best to keep his cool.
“Didn’t you read about what it did on Cybertron?” asked the mech. “That thing is a murderer. And if you think I will allow that thing to be here without someone to keep it in check, they are mad.” CyberLink took a deep breath and sighed one more time.
“If you want me to keep an optic on her while she is here, I will be expected to be paid double my rate,” he stated. “And if you argue with me, I will be expecting triple my rate.” He could tell his potential employer really didn’t want to pay any more than the rate that was originally discussed in the initial meeting, but since he was never told about his target and was expected to locate it and assess, it was only right that he would get paid more. The mech grumbled for a bit, cursed under his breath, but then relented.
“Very well,” he spoke calmly. “Double the rate.”
“And a place to stay until either she leaves or I have to eliminate her,” stated CyberLink.
“… Fine,” stated the mech. “Come by my office and we will get the contract written up.”
“On my way,” said CyberLink. Hanging up, he looked back in the direction of the house that his target would be at. A part of him didn’t believe that the child posed any threat, but with the mass hysteria that happened on Cybertron, reaching across countless galaxies and cosmoses, it didn’t surprise him that there were those who would believe such nonsense. Shaking his head, he climbed down from the tree and made his way to town to sign the contract.
Shaman made it back to the house after an hour, right on the dot. He saw that there were still some boxes and items being moved into the home, and knew the place would be a mess from the moving. Sighing to himself, he hoped that the little femme’s room would be ready for her as requested, even if it was in a way that seemed threatening. Walking in, he found most of the boxes in their respective rooms, slowly being unpacked. He grumbled under his breath as he didn’t see Springer anywhere. Deciding not to let his anger get the best of him, he went to the femme’s room to only find partially put together furniture. Not even the crib was fully put together so he could lay the femme down.
Taking some long deep breaths to keep his building rage in check, he took her to his room that was next door to the femme, pulled out a bassinet, and laid the femme down for her to rest. Making sure she was comfortable, he then turned his attention to finding everyone to ask why they hadn’t finished putting everything together. It didn’t take long for him to find everyone out in the back, complaining about the situation.
“Why couldn’t we just stay on Cybertron?” grumbled Blurr. “There is nothing around here, and neutrals are so boring to be around.”
“How do you think I fell with leaving my training grounds on Cybertron for this place?” grumbled Drift. “No one here knows how to even use a sword.” Kup and Perceptor stayed quiet as they knew the reasons why they had to come to earth. Even though they too were upset with leaving their home for what they would consider a mud planet, they chose not to voice their anger. Even Springer, who was the loudest of the 5 on the way to earth about his disdain for coming to earth, chose to stay silent.
“And how do you think the little femme feels, knowing that no one, not even you screw-ups, were willing to protect her when she needed it the most,” stated Shaman, is rage coming extremely close to a head. Everyone cringed slightly as they heard his voice. Slowly turning toward the young mech, they gulped semi quietly to themselves. Shaman’s optics beamed angrily at the mechs, causing them to cringe slightly more. “Why isn’t the little femme’s room done yet? I told you it had better be done when I returned.”
“It will get done when it gets done,” growled Springer. “It’s not like she needs it right away.” Without warning, a large wrench came out of nowhere and clocked Springer in the head, causing the large mech to fall face first in the mud. Shaman… was now done with everyone’s bullshit.
“Fine then,” he stated coldly. “Everyone will then take turns holding her for the whole night, no sleep, nothing until that crib and room are up to my expectations. IS. THAT. CLEAR.” It didn’t take the 4 long to scramble back into the house to get busy on getting the nursery ready while Springer pulled himself out of the muck. The green mech looked up at Shaman, angered, but knew not to piss of the young medic. “Remember, Springer. You have to be the one to take care of her. She is your daughter, and trust me, I will be keeping a very close eye on you. You screwed up once. I will not let you screw up twice if I have anything to say about it.” Springer knew he had to mark his words as Ratchet, the most feared medic on Cybertron, most likely had taught Shaman everything, and quite possibly more without anyone knowing. He only nodded as Shaman then turned and went back inside to make sure that the nursery was put together to his expectations, and nothing less. Springer sighed and wiped the muck off his face, and slowly made his way into the house. He really didn’t want to follow Shaman’s rules or orders, but until Optimus said anything, he was at the mercy of him.
Only 45 minutes after Shaman scared the ever living crud out of everyone, the nursery was put together, up to Shaman’s expectations, and painted a warm color for the femme to enjoy and grow in. Shaman of course went over everything with a fine tooth comb before deeming the room okay for the young child. He then turned to the 4 mechs, remaining stoic for a moment, then spoke. “You idiots finally did something right for the girl. Congratulations.” He then left to bring the little femme into her new room. The 4 mechs quickly left, leaving Shaman and the little femme alone for the time being. Each sighed heavily as they took a seat on the couch. They had never seen Shaman pull a “Ratchet” before, and they didn’t want to see it happen again. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that mech pull something like that ever before,” stated Blurr as he collapsed onto the couch.
“If he has, I don’t think the mech who was on the receiving end lived to tell the tale,” said Kup as he sighed heavily.
“But we can’t blame him,” said Perceptor. “We have failed that little femme more times than we can count. We were supposed to take care of her, we messed that up big time.”
“Don’t forget, Springer was supposed to be the one who needed to take care of her,” said Blurr. “He’s her ‘dad’ and he’s supposed to be the care giver.”
“You forget that we were supposed to HELP as well, Blurr,” said Perceptor. “We are just as much at fault as Springer is. We should have also kept an eye out to make sure she wasn’t getting hurt, and should have been asking questions and checking on her versus taking that mech’s word for it.” Blurr wanted to argue that the femme wasn’t his kid, nor his responsibility, but with everyone living under the same roof, every one of them was to blame for what happened.
The day remained very somber as everyone went about their own business, while Shaman kept a watchful eye on the little femme. Every now and again, he would doze off, taking small cat naps, only to be woken by the small jingle of the bells he velcroed into place with fleece bands on the femme’s wrists and ankles. He would look over to see her kicking her legs and crying. He sighed as he began to hope that Ratchet would get her vocal processor fixed soon, but knew not to push it as he didn’t want to face Ratchet’s temper.
He then got up from the chair, picked up the tiny femme to try and calm her. He knew that she was stressed out from everything, trying to recover and heal from her ordeal on Cybertron, gaining some sort of connection with Springer that may never happen, being terrified of the world around her…it was just a mess. He sighed as he knew that he really only had a week to really get things set up and teach the wreckers to take care of her. He looked down at his data pad and the partially typed message he would send to Optimus, requesting to stay longer, or at least stay in the house, in case Springer had trouble getting the hang of things. In his spark, he feared that the femme’s father… no, supposed care taker, would screw it up again for the child.
Continuing to fear for the femme’s safety, he put it out of his mind momentarily to take care of the femme, who needed to be fed and changed before too long. Last thing he wanted her to deal with was having worse diaper rash than what she already had to deal with. Once she was clean, he sat down in the chair and gently rocked back and forth, allowing the little femme to be lulled to sleep. He could hear the other wreckers getting some energon, most likely getting ready to get some rest after a long day of unpacking, and after he terrorized them to ensure that the femme’s room was taken care of first. He sighed heavily as he looked down at the little femme, gently stroking her head as she slept.
In his spark, he knew he had a long day tomorrow, teaching Springer how to bath, feed, change, play… so many things. “Tomorrow is going to be the off lining of me because of that idiot,” he whispered to himself. He then looked down at the little femme. “That mech that is supposed to be your father, he had better not mess up while I’m working with him.” He then tucked the little femme back in her crib, quickly grabbed a cube of energon, and came back to keep vigil over the femme for the night.
Once finished with his cube, he finished the message, hoping that Optimus and Ratchet would give their blessing to allow him to stay longer than just a week. Sending it off, he sighed as a pit in his tank grew. He had a bad feeling that his request would be denied, but knew he had to at least try for the sake of the little femme. Leaning back into his chair, he saw the stars twinkle above, and slowly fell asleep, hoping that he could at least stay at the house to ensure that things did go smoothly. As he drifted off, he hoped that he would get a response soon, with news that he could stay.