Ep. 1.5 - "Back to Normal?" - [Closed]
Oct 31, 2012 14:45:08 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2012 14:45:08 GMT -5
(( For Cleaver. :3 Set after Megs leaves base; any day after that in the time line is flexible. If anything needs to be changed or altered lemme know. <3 ))
It was kind of easy to fall back into the usual routine; like a breath of fresh air after the last few days which had been nearly suffocating. And that was coming from someone who had hardly even been involved, so of course not for the first time since Megs came on base, Catherine found herself thinking on the medic more than anyone.
Moonshot, she decided, would be alright. …For the moment. She'd at least persuaded him to take some energon and refuel before he tucked himself back into his burrow, and would do a follow-up check on him this evening. But Cleaver she hadn't seen since she brought over pizza and they had their very brief catching up conversation. That brief moment of contact had eased her for a while, but somehow she felt her stomach clench tighter than before as the tension around base set into her bones. Even worse still, it didn't quite lift even when Megatron and the other guests of the base had left.
She sighed to herself, blinking herself back to the task at hand because if she had managed to hurt herself even in her new suit… well that'd look awful. The task was simple enough -- just decontaminating some of the tools Cleaver had downsized for her more delicate tasks, but… well the fluid probably wouldn't feel nice on human skin anyway.
The last of it was set neatly on a newly decontaminated surface when she finished. The gloves were removed and set aside as she slipped off her jacket to let her skin breath (easy when she insisted on wearing rags for shirts…). It was about the time she'd retied her hair into a bun that she heard the echo of the ground bridge from the main atrium. Cleaver home, probably… maybe Sideswipe? Part of her even wondering if it were another broom-closet-grade individual. She took her time to move away from the sterile site, instead repositioning herself atop a desk on the other side as she waited to see.
It was kind of easy to fall back into the usual routine; like a breath of fresh air after the last few days which had been nearly suffocating. And that was coming from someone who had hardly even been involved, so of course not for the first time since Megs came on base, Catherine found herself thinking on the medic more than anyone.
Moonshot, she decided, would be alright. …For the moment. She'd at least persuaded him to take some energon and refuel before he tucked himself back into his burrow, and would do a follow-up check on him this evening. But Cleaver she hadn't seen since she brought over pizza and they had their very brief catching up conversation. That brief moment of contact had eased her for a while, but somehow she felt her stomach clench tighter than before as the tension around base set into her bones. Even worse still, it didn't quite lift even when Megatron and the other guests of the base had left.
She sighed to herself, blinking herself back to the task at hand because if she had managed to hurt herself even in her new suit… well that'd look awful. The task was simple enough -- just decontaminating some of the tools Cleaver had downsized for her more delicate tasks, but… well the fluid probably wouldn't feel nice on human skin anyway.
The last of it was set neatly on a newly decontaminated surface when she finished. The gloves were removed and set aside as she slipped off her jacket to let her skin breath (easy when she insisted on wearing rags for shirts…). It was about the time she'd retied her hair into a bun that she heard the echo of the ground bridge from the main atrium. Cleaver home, probably… maybe Sideswipe? Part of her even wondering if it were another broom-closet-grade individual. She took her time to move away from the sterile site, instead repositioning herself atop a desk on the other side as she waited to see.