The Authoress

Chapter 7: D.N.G.S. and Interactions

Chapter 7: D.N.G.S. and Interactions

'Bond'

"Bee"

:: Com ::

"Regular talking"

The day was... good she could say. Nothing really bad had happened yet but nothing really exciting. Her and Ratchet had a nice talk and she reassured him that she didn't hate him nor fear him in any way. She cracked a couple of jokes about being afraid of his 'wrench of doom' which earned a hearty chuckle from the medic and lessened the tension between them considerably. Ratchet had finished her examination smoothly and started to explain all that she needed to know.

She is a breeder (duh), and breeders have different things about them that regular bots didn't have. Their bodies were specifically modeled to bear sparklings, multiple ones at a time as well.

"Your frame will adjust naturally to have sparklings," Ratchet said, pointing to a diagram.

"Will my belly pop out?" Corvin asked looking intently at the diagram.

"No, we are not like humans." He explained, "Your insides will be move around, most of your working in your chassis will be moved down into your waist. Your frame will become wider and sturdier to support the extra weight of carrying." Corvin looked on in fascination, watching the different places that Ratchet pointed to. Her weight would be centered on her waist, and her legs were thick enough to hold the weight of her frame. No wonder they were so damned thick. She voiced this to Ratchet, which earned her a snort. There was a comfortable silence for a while as they both looked over their own things. Ratchet then looked at the purple and blue femme as if he only just remembered something.

"The humans are coming today," Corvin looked up, her optics filled with excitement.

"Really?"

"Yes, they've been away from base for the past week. Vacations and all." Ratchet spoke. Corvin rolled her optics, vacations her ass.

"Yeah, code for 'find out if the new bots are good before showing them the squishies'" She states with sarcasm.

"No..."

"Ratchet, I really don't care." Ratchet was silent for a moment.

"Are you sure?" He asked slowly.

"Of course, you guys didn't know if I was a vicious, evil monster, summoned from the pits of hell to eat your sparks..!" She grinned over to him, standing and looming over him for effect. Her servos had risen in the 'spooky' position as she made a face. Her field brushed his good naturedly, conveying her feelings. Ratchet chuckled at her childlike acts and curled his field out to brush hers. Relief echoed through his field. Hers pulsed slightly against his, filled with her calm happiness. Corvin stretched out her arms and wings as her field mingled with the medic's.

"I'm going to go check on Vela, see what she's up to. Com me if you need anything." Ratchet nodded and waved her out of the Med Bay. Corvin walked through the main part of the base, looking for Vela as she thought. She had gotten Ratchet to laugh a few times, and he didn't grumble as much as she thought he would. She felt very happy that she could get the grumpy medic to smile and laugh, must have been from 'training' with Domi. She grinned as she sent a strong pulse of affection through her two bonds and received two back. She headed to the rec room, where she felt Vela was. She arrived to see her and Bee on the Autobot sized bench.

The two were... flirting? Oh gosh! Corvin clamped a servo around her mouth to hide her laughter. The two hadn't seen her yet, so she kept off to the side, remaining undetected.