Predatory

Family Values

"So....is she dead?" Said a voice

"I don't think so, her spark's still beating....I think. Nickel would  have said something if she was dying...right?" Said another.

A different voice said something very quietly in a different language. I had to strain my audio receptors, to try and figure out what it was saying. Then I recognized a few words and realized it was speaking in the Primal Vernicular. I assumed the speaker had to be Vos. He was speaking too lowly for me to make out anything other than a few words that meant "stranger", "femme", and "beautiful". Not that any of these words made sense to my fevered brain circuits.

So who were the other two? I couldn't see anything because my optics were offline still. I decided to keep them that way, I didn't feel like waking up in a room full of people. Also, I felt wore out. Whether that was from training or panic I couldn't honestly tell.

"Wonder why she fell over when she did." It was the second voice again. It was deep and somewhat baritone. But it was not Tarn or Megatron. Helex or Tesarus maybe?

"Dunno. Is she pretty? I can't see." The first voice. This one was somewhat higher compared to the other. Maybe Kaon? 

"Yeah, she's really pretty. Kind of like a magic princess. Her dancing is beautiful too." Vos said, loud enough I could make out his words. At least, so I thought, but they made no sense. Who were they talking about? Maybe I was still half in recharge. 

"Vos, you do know I can't understand what your saying, right?" The voice that might be Kaon reminded. 

 "Whatever, you eyeless son of a glitch."  Came the response. Wow, Vos had some serious language issues in my dream, wonder where I got that idea. 

"Helex! Kaon! Vos! Give the poor femme some space!" Someone shouted from another room. Tarn. I'd recognize that amazing voice from anywhere. Wait, what? I did not just think that. This was a fever thought formed from that dumb conversation I had last night with Dawnstar. Yeah. That was it. 

I heard pedde steps as they left the room. And I slowly drifted back into the darkness. 

I don't know how long it was before I woke up again. But this time I onlined my optics....to find a tiny, purple and white mech perched atop my chassis, staring intently into my optics. He didn't move. Neither did I. We stared at each other for a very long time. Before he reached out a servo and poked my face again. 

"You're a funny looking femme." He commented in Vernicular. 

"And you swear too much."  I replied, raising a brow. At this, Vos actually slipped and fell off my chassis and clattered to the floor. Then he popped back up again, his face so close to me that I could feel his intakes and exhales.

"You speak...?" Vos asked, not quite believing me. I nodded. "Frag!" He said in Vernicular. 

"See,"  I said."You have a problem. Does Tarn know you swear that much?" Vos stared at me

"Why did you faint this morning?" Vos quickly changed the subject.

"Because I....kind of panic around people." I admitted, staring at my servos abashedly. Vos blinked.

"Why? We weren't threatening you or anything. Is it because of the murder?" Vos asked. 

"No, it's not that. I just have a crippling social anxiety that makes it hard to do things like, talking to other people, asking questions, and things like that. So having a bunch of people watch me doing something stupid, and then I have to talk to them...that's kind of impossible for me."