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Shockingly Sick2 piece bit for our two favorite 'Shock'ers.
Mummy-tron
"Mmm… Mummy?" the voice presses into his chest, with a body wriggling to get more comfortable.
Onlining his optics, Megatron adjust his audios. Pulling a hand out from under his resting crest, lays it against the soft body getting settled against himself.
"I don't feel so good, Mummy." The body moans again.
It sounds like a sparkling, but the body is clearly a grown mech. Craning his helm off the pillow, Megatron looks down at his mate. It's not unusual for Shockwave to cuddle with him. It's not unusual for the mech to talk in his sleep when he is completely exhausted, but this is just odd. Pressing the back of his other hand to Shockwave's hood, he can feel the fever. His face falls.
It was bound to happen. Shockwave is not immortal, that has been proven time and time again, but now he is sick. He maybe half droid which makes him less likely to become sick, but his is also half bot with a school-age sparkling who was sick with fever just last week. Shockwave didn't seem to be himself last night but they both brushed it off as the overtime he was pushing after having taken off so much time for Ayreon.
But no, now here it is. Shockwave is sick. Not deadly, he knows that, but still… sick. Both of his lilac palms pressed to Megatron's chest with his head resting on it, knees scrunched up trying to nestle into the warm body for comfort and protection like a little sparkling not much younger than Ayreon.
"I don't wanna got to school today. Please Mummy?"
That peeks the dark optic brows. Shockwave slipping into whining? Curling both arms around the hallucinating/delirious mech, Megatron cuddles him close.
"Alright, my sparkling, alright."
"Mmm," the violet helm nestles in and soon breathes deeper, comforted by the reassuring words. All the tension ebbs out as the body goes limp.
Caressing the helm, Megatron can't help but smile. It's nice to hear Shockwave happy about his childhood. Although his own was not always hell, it was far from comforting. For Shockwave, for the most part it was peaceful. Maybe too silent, but he had one person who always had his back and always showed him the proper affection. Doting and compassionate.
The smile presses to this over-grown sparkling in his arms. He is ever so grateful that his mate had a role model of a loving parent for which to muse from. His own direction in parenting is everything counter to what his own parents had done. Not really a good way to parent, but all he had to go off of.
No, that's not true. Although he never met Shockwave's mother Udah, he respects her. Stroking the helm in his hands, is thankful for her. For Shockwave is more than twice the mother he ever could have hoped for his own sparkling. He hums, not that he ever thought of being a parent until… Shockwave came along.
They hadn't really talked about it much. Megatron's temperament not really one would think forefront of being a parent. And Shockwave, knowing what a worry wart he is just for his Liege, let alone his Lord's heir.
Megatron chuckles seeing his mate a snuggled up to him as if he was …. Young and protected…
The amusement slips away…. Comforted by his mother. Megatron really wishes Udah could see Shockwave now. She would be so proud of her son. To see where he is now. Happy. Successful. Respected. Loved. A loving parent himself.
Pressing his lips to the fevered mech he whispers, "I'll take care of your son, Udah. I promise, no harm shall come to him on my watch. You've done well…. Thank you."
A light knock on the door breaks the silver one's attention. Softly he calls, "It's alright, Ayreon, come in."
The young blue mech bearing his grandmother's blue colors tiptoes into the barely lit room. Coming to the berth side, his face tenses in worry. "Is Mum alright?"
Megatron is not shy in showing his care and protection of his mate before his son. For this is how Ayreon will learn to treat his own mate properly in the future. "He'll be fine, but I think he picked up your illness."
Once more, the violet mech roots his helm into the silver scared chest directly over the spark chamber. He's looking for that pulse of comfort and protection. Megatron cups and holds the fevered helm to his chest.
"You know your mother is a tough mech. Far tougher than I." He tries to tease to loosen the younglings worries. He takes after his mother too much in that regard.
Once more the violet one mumbles for his 'mummy'. Ayreon bites his lip in worry, "Mum's never sick. Are you sure, Dad?"
Megatron reaches out and cups the cheek of his mate's son, "I'm sure. Will it make you feel better if I stayed home with him today?"
Nodding his helm tries to be strong and not fret for his ever so strong mother. He tries to be strong like his father, but is fretting like his mother. They all know Megatron gets his moods and his headaches. But Shockwave? Check ups on his spark always come out in good health. The violet mech is always so busy keeping them all in line. Whatever will they do with him sick?
"I'll stay with him, son, on one condition."
"Yes Dad?"
"You see to your studies. You have much to make up for from last week."
Ayreon nods. "You promise Dad?"
Laying the hand back on the violet helm he nods, "On your mother's life, I promise."
Ayreon sighs, "Alright. I already got my lunch packed. I figured he was gone early until I saw the briefcase by the door and then I got worried."
"Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Both mechs turn to the sick one. A halved optic glowers at them both, "If you give me some peace and quite, I will be fine by this afternoon. Now both of you, leave me alone and stop yelling."
Megatron chuckles carefully. Ayreon shoots his dad a confused look. Both of them had been talking in hushed voices, thus Shockwave's audios must be hypersensitive. "Ugh, I feel like death warmed over and you two are not helping."
With a flick of one finger and a slight nod, Megatron makes it clear for his son to leave the room and he will be there shortly. Ayreon shuts the door on the way out. He knows his parents sleep in the buff (finding that out the wrong way once). As soon as the door is closed, Megatron slips out. Just as Shockwave constantly brought him his meds, this time he is very careful at being quite and bringing the fever reducers and a glass of water.
"Come on Shocky, down the hatch." Megatron teases in his best motherly voice holding out the meds and glass. The fevered mech might be sick, but he's not crazy. He shoots a confused look back.
Megatron slips down to a knee, "You were asking for her." To that, Shockwave turns his face down into the berth. How humiliating to be asking for his Mummy like a weak little being.
Megatron sets the glass down and massages the back of the silent mech's neck, "If I'm as comforting a presence as she was…."
They both let that fade off into all it's heavier and softer meanings. "Come on, you won't get any better if you don't take these. Please?"
Shockwave props himself up only enough to pop the pills and guzzle the water down. Then slithers back under the blankets, even pulling one over his head. Only his antenna poke out. Megatron yanks one of the blankets off the berth and Shockwave moans.
"As you told Ayreon, you won't let his systems over heat. Nor will I let you cook yourself inside out."
"I hate you," mumbles the voice from under the pillow, "now leave me alone to die."
The both know that won't happen for many reasons. But the mech's pride is a bit scratched. "Very well. I'll come after some time and make you eat."
"Since when did you become my mother?" The still muffled voice grouses and instantly regrets the slight. For he knew what was coming back before it was said. "oh fuck…"
"That's right, since you called me Mummy."
"Careful, I might just breathe on you," the purple one fires back although loosing steam quickly.
Megatron cackles and then clamps a hand over his mouth for the loud noise against the sensitive audios. Lifting the pillow a bit, kisses the nape, and replaces it. Swiftly, quietly, he gets dressed and leaves the room.
Cole-tamination
The white hand presses to the light blue hood. Tisking, he gives his diagnosis, "Yep, you're sick."
"I'm not stupid. I knew that! I am a doctor my self… or so it says on my certificates."
Chuckling, the red and white mech laughs pulling the sheet up, "I didn't say you were stupid."
The grumpy mech shoves his friend's hand aside, "I don't need you fussing over me either."
"I warned you. I told you to take-"
"SHUT UP COLE!" The blue one shoots his head up and instantly regrets the bellow. "Shit."
Cole is fast enough with the trash can to catch the regurgitated Energon before it hits the carpet.
He gets out between the gags and coughs, "Go see to your patients."
"You are my patient."
"I'm in hell." He flops back down onto his berth.
"I thought hell didn't assist?"
Groaning he rolls, "I think I just found proof." Then he narrows his gaze at his tormentor and sniggers, "And you know what that makes you."
Cole stands, twinkles his optics and flicks his blades reminding him he's a flyer, "Your angel of mercy?"
Grumbling to the charming mech for countering his joke, "I hate you."
Cole leans over and sniggers, "You love me."
"Careful, I'll breathe on you and then you can decide how love is defined."
Cole chuckles and pulls back. Pointing to the medical grade Energon on the berth side he orders, "I know your tank is a bit unsettled right now, but I want that all down before I leave for work."
Karmashock wrinkles his nose and turns away. Now Cole uses his soothing tone, "Look, I'm just looking after you."
Karmashock turns back to the tender tone. "I know. If this is nothing serious, go take someone who is in real need of you. I just need some peace and quiet. I have patients to see."
Cole shakes his head, "You can't see anyone for at least three solar cycles. I can't have you spreading this thing. It's just going to make our jobs harder at the hospital."
To that, Karmashock has to frown. He hates letting his patients down, but on the other hand, if he gets them or their family members sick from this… he will never forgive himself. Solemnly he nods and closes off his optics.
"I'll call your secretary, get some sleep."
"Yes Doctor," he looses the battle.
Cole slumps. Tucking his beloved in, he cuts the light and closes the door. Poor Karmashock. He looks so defeated not being able to take care of his patients. The mech may not look like much from the outside. He's not a burly miner, nor a soldier or officer of the law. He's not a flyer with wings (or blades) but his spark is ten times stronger and more devoted than any mech or femme he's ever met.
This is what attracted Cole to the mech. Yes he's not bad on the optics either, but the truth is, it's the spark. When he saw how Karma was willing to put his life in danger for a mere patient… he was taken instantly. And when Karmashock smiled at him, knew he was doomed.
Rubbing his own hood he dials the psychiatrist's office. Swiftly he explains the situation. Karmashock's secretary sends her best regards and promises to reschedule the next three days worth of patients.
Picking up his tea, Cole settles down into one of the comfortable chairs. He tries to remember his life before Karmashock, but he can't. It was like a painting all in grays. Devoid of excitement and brightness. Not to say it was awful, for it was not, but now… it's so much more vibrant. Alive.
Someone to look forward to. Someone to converse with on a much deeper level. Some one you can tell your dreams to and they will laugh with you, not at you. Someone who understands what it is like to have a nightmare about a past lost patient. And you're not alone. They don't tell you to get over it, they just hold your hand and let you be . it's alright to have these feelings and you aren't alone.
He looks to the berth room door. No, Karmashock most certainly won't die of this illness -well at least 80% sure. He humphs, even if the blue one feels like he will. No, the mech is not that sick. He will make it and survive to save more patients.
Still it hurts to see Karmashock in misery. And there's nothing he can do. Sipping again, he lets his optics trail to the window. A beautiful day, and Karmashock is stuck in his berth wallowing in fever. He sighs.
And sitting here at his aide? He smiles, he would have it no other way. Life is a vibrant shade of light blue, trimmed a white and black with twinkling grey diamond sparkles.
Karmashock's fevered rant repeats itself over and over in his head, "Then you can decide how love is defined."
He sips again… interesting choice of words from the mech that uses words to save and alter lives. "How is love defined?"
He looks down at his hands then back to the closed berthroom door. A doctor of action and a doctor of words. Love… action? Words?
The sound of Karmashock heaving again launches him to his feet and to the blue mech's side. Most certainly, he wouldn't want to be anywhere else but right here when Karmashock needs him most.
"Am I dead yet?"
"Nope, going to have to try hard than that." He helps the mech up and in to the shower.
"If you make that water cold, I will kill you," the woozy the grey optics swirl their threat.
The medic adjust the temperature to one that won't heat the body but will soothe it. "Shhh. Just rest."
Cole starts to leave, but the white hand reach out and grabs him by the blade tip. The soft tug makes him turn back. So much breathes between the emerald and slate optics, the vocals just can not find a way to add to it.
Instead, the hand is removed from the blade and kissed, I would have it no other way.
With that.. Everything is said… and defined.
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Karmashock is adorable when he is sick! 
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very much a blessed mech to have a dear friend by his side. Nothing worse than being sick alone.
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I see what you did there with the title. 
This was super cute. It's cute to see Shockwave sick, someone who is just so in control of everything, and then just can't do anything about being sick. The poor guy. <3
I'm sure Karmashock would deal with his sickness a little bit better than Shockwave, but that's just because Shockwave's less immortal than Shockwave is. XD And I just know Cole's sitting there wishing he could look after him all day and baby him. After all, he's a doctor. It's a good thing Karmashock has someone to look out for him, though. <3 Although considering Cole works in a hospital, he probably picks up a lot of things and could potentially pass it onto Karma. DX In the long rung... BUILDS THE IMMUNE SYSTEM!
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I did the first one and then went ummm, putzed out the second.. OH DUH! And :facepalmed: when it too occured to me I make both of the 'shocker's sick.
And Megatron just... had to be a turd. A sweet turd, but still. Most probably to keep himself from fretting too much over his mate.
Karmashock, oh yes, a bit more used to people looking after him, and a bit more ready for it. He's such a light weight, if he doesn't eat right and keep a healthy form... just a magnet for bugs.
Oh yes the immune system... quite the conversation I have round about that with people & fellow parents!
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