You looking at me funny?

“Alright! It looks like your arm was recently fixed though, do you know who fixed you? Does it feel ok? I can take a look if you want me too.”

Deathsaurus paused for a moment at the question, but responed honestly.  “YOU DID.  RECENTLY.  AND IT FEELS FINE, BETTER THAN IT HAS IN A LONG TIME.”  That much was true.  The surgeon did excellent work.

The scan came back clear, the other large Destron was fine. Although Spinister didn’t remember giving him any repairs, “You sure I did? I don’t remember.”

This med bay looked great, alright he might need to ask for a few new things but it was a functioning med bay. “Take a seat on the berth, I don’t need tools yet.”

Deathsaurus followed Spinisters instructions and seated himself onto the largest of the medical berths, the only one that could really hold his size.  It had been some time since Deathsaurus had had regular check ups from a medic, and he wasn’t sure if he had anything needing checking.

“Alright! It looks like your arm was recently fixed though, do you know who fixed you? Does it feel ok? I can take a look if you want me too.”

There was another series of happy ‘hoots’ as Spinister was being carried to his med bay. Nuzzling into Daddys chest, the surgeon couldn’t wait. His parents were so nice, they took care of him and didn’t treat him like he was an idiot.

“MMM, I DON”T BELIEVE SO.  BUT IF YOU’D LIKE TO PREFORM ONE ANYWAY, YOU MAY,” he said.  Spinister had repaired small problems in his arm recently, and as far as Deathsaurus knew, he had no other issues at the moment, but it would give the surgeon something to do to take his mind off his depression.

This med bay looked great, alright he might need to ask for a few new things but it was a functioning med bay. “Take a seat on the berth, I don’t need tools yet.”

“Really? It’s mine?” Face now pushed against the others beak, the small mech made a whoop of joy, hugging his Daddys face. “Thank you, Daddy! Does that mean I’m the CMO? You’re the best Daddy!”

By this point, Spinister was well into Deathsaurus’s personal space, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to get angry with the other.  The helicopter had had a rough last few days, and Deathsaurus figured he’d cut him a little slack.

There was another series of happy ‘hoots’ as Spinister was being carried to his med bay. Nuzzling into Daddys chest, the surgeon couldn’t wait. His parents were so nice, they took care of him and didn’t treat him like he was an idiot.

“Med bay?” Spinister didn’t remember anything about a med bay. “What med bay?” What could Daddy mean..unless..”I get my own med bay?” Optics wide and hopeful, the surgeon was almost pushed against the others face. His own med bay and by the sounds of it, it was all shiny and new.

“THE ONE…” he trails off, remembering Spinister had few memories now, at least of these recent few days.  “I’LL SHOW YOU.  WOULD YOU LIKE TO WALK, OR BE CARRIED?”  Strangely enough, he kind of liked carrying the small mech, even if he was in his face right now.

“Really? It’s mine?” Face now pushed against the others beak, the small mech made a whoop of joy, hugging his Daddys face. “Thank you, Daddy! Does that mean I’m the CMO? You’re the best Daddy!”

“NO, NO TROUBLE.  JUST DON’T DO IT AGAIN.  I’VE SEEN TERRIBLE THINGS HAPPEN TO MECHS NOT USED TO MY MOONSHINE.”  Deathsaurus couldn’t help but smirk at the memory of the time Star Saber went blind for a month.

“Med bay?” Spinister didn’t remember anything about a med bay. “What med bay?” What could Daddy mean..unless..”I get my own med bay?” Optics wide and hopeful, the surgeon was almost pushed against the others face. His own med bay and by the sounds of it, it was all shiny and new.

Deathsaurus had been snoring, dreaming about the bird-dragons back home in the Death Zone, soaring in the sky, trilling loudly.  In the dream, he was flying along side them, much like he had done in his younger days.  He heard a voice cut into his dream, someone calling him “Daddy” and, with a snort, he awoke.

“I’m ok. Think I’m forgetting some stuff.”

Deathsaurus decided to answer Spinisters questions first.  “YOU ARE ONBOARD MY SHIP, THE THUNDER ARROW.  YOU HAVE A HEADACHE BECAUSE YOU GOT INTO SOME OF MY MOONSHINE, WHICH WAS A BAD IDEA.  BE GLAD IT ISN’T WORSE THAN IT IS.”

The surgeon frowned, it looked like that ‘moonshine’, whatever it was, had done something to his memory.  It’s ok, he would figure something out.

Spinister was confused, well more confused than normal. Where was he? Was he laying on top of someone? Why did he feel like he was forgetting a lot of things?

Deathsaurus had been snoring, dreaming about the bird-dragons back home in the Death Zone, soaring in the sky, trilling loudly.  In the dream, he was flying along side them, much like he had done in his younger days.  He heard a voice cut into his dream, someone calling him “Daddy” and, with a snort, he awoke.

“I’m ok. Think I’m forgetting some stuff.”

Deathsaurus actually cracked a small smile at Spinister making a hooting sound and cuddling his chest, and he watched the other drift into recharge.  He figured he may as well lay back as well, and maneuvered himself onto the bed, spreading out his wings and laying down, Spinister still against his chest.

Spinister was confused, well more confused than normal. Where was he? Was he laying on top of someone? Why did he feel like he was forgetting a lot of things?

“YES SHE DID.”  When he saw Spinister look miserable again, Deathsaurus let out a small sigh.  He reached over with a large hand, and patted the small mech gently on the back.

Spinister didn’t move, he was annoyed, why was everything so difficult to remember? Spinister felt like he was forgetting really important stuff, the more he tried to remember the more miserable he looked.

Deathsaurus looked back at the depressed mech, and for a moment wondered what he could do to help him sleep.  Deathsaurus had very little trouble sleeping.  He often slept on his throne, in his bed, even standing and it usually wasn’t long before he was snoring.  He remembered that some mechs liked to actually be held or rocked to sleep, a sort of thing he sometimes did with his Breastanimals.

Spinister was confused by the sudden change of scenery, he didn’t remember moving. Thankfully it didn’t take long for the surgeon to recognise his Daddy, it could have ended badly if Spinister thought Deathsaurus was a threat, drunk or not, he would have attacked.

“GOOD.  DO YOU REMEMBER MOMMY?”  He looked at the confused small mech, a small expression of actual sympathy on his face.   He decides to try another approach.

“Mommy?” Spinister frowned for a moment, Mommy…Oh! She taught him how to make owl noises! He remembered Mommy!

“YES SHE DID.”  When he saw Spinister look miserable again, Deathsaurus let out a small sigh.  He reached over with a large hand, and patted the small mech gently on the back.

Spinister didn’t move, he was annoyed, why was everything so difficult to remember? Spinister felt like he was forgetting really important stuff, the more he tried to remember the more miserable he looked.

“GOOD.  DO YOU REMEMBER MOMMY?”  He looked at the confused small mech, a small expression of actual sympathy on his face.   He decides to try another approach.

“Mommy?” Spinister frowned for a moment, Mommy…Oh! She taught him how to make owl noises! He remembered Mommy!

Deathsaurus watched as the smaller mech took a swallow of the Energon and he sat down on the bed beside him, hoping it would make him look less intimidating.

The surgeon was pulled from his thoughts as he looked up at Deathsaursus, when did he move? Or did Spinister move? Ow he had a headache, one hand reaching for his helm , the small mech rubbed his helm.

Deathsaurus furrowed a brow ridge for a moment, and looked at the other. 

“Yeah, your Daddy.”

Deathsaurus watched as the smaller mech took a swallow of the Energon and he sat down on the bed beside him, hoping it would make him look less intimidating.

The surgeon was pulled from his thoughts as he looked up at Deathsaursus, when did he move? Or did Spinister move? Ow he had a headache, one hand reaching for his helm , the small mech rubbed his helm.