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Mindwipe, Skystalker, Sunspot
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hc_bingo prompt 'loss of possessions'Mindwipe could hear something as he walked down the corridor, but his active Auditory Memory Files couldn’t find a match. Something loud and shrill. He thought that it should be familiar, and it bothered him—briefly—that he couldn’t place it. Before he forgot to be bothered. One blessing of no memory was the inability to hold a bad mood.
One curse was that he needed the visual recognition popup to tell him where his quarters were. The door swept open, an autocoder recognition-bursting from him to unlock it.
Sky. Stalker. And Sunspot. The heads-up tags popped cleanly over the forms wrestling on the floor, and he could finally place the sound: Sunspot, wailing, his ungainly and oversized feet kicking at the air, as Sky tried to hold him down.
“Oh thank fraggin’ Primus!” Stalker blurted. “You’re here.”
“I am.” A headtilt. Was…he supposed to know what this was about? “Sunspot is…,” he paused to guess, “upset?” It sounded like upset. Like upset might sound, he thought. He thought he should know this. Surely he’d been upset at some point in his own life, right? How come he didn’t remember what it sounded like?
“Understatement,” Sky grunted, holding down the wriggling frame. “Lost his datapad and he’s been…flipping the frag out.”
“MY PAAAAAAAAAAAD! It’s GOOOOOOONE!” Sunspot’s sole dark optics flickered, his small hands clawing the air.
Stalker wrung his own hands, helpless. “Can’t shut him up.”
“You’ve looked for it?”
A flash—almost instantaneously quashed—of irritation. Skystalker was patient, he remembered, with Mindwipe’s condition. Which meant that Skystalker had been patient enough times to begin seeping to his long term recall. “Yes. Everywhere we could think of.”
“And some that made no sense at all.” Sky muttered. “Top of the washracks?”
Mindwipe tilted his head, considering. Or trying to.
“Looking for what?” he asked.
Sky shrugged. “Sunspot’s stupid datapad.”
“I LOOOOOOST IT!” The wailing cut through everything, drowning out what Mindwipe was going to say.
And then he forgot what he was going to say.
“Here,” Stalker said, grabbing for the small jet, and thrusting the cream colored frame at Mindwipe. “Do your thing.”
He couldn’t help but ‘do his thing’—the solenoids, even powered down, ate at memory. In a few moments, Sunspot went from wailing to chirping quietly, clinging to the black frame.
“Datapad,” Mindwipe said, a little proud that he remembered.
Sky and Stalker nodded. “No idea where it is.”
“What was on it?”
Stalker shrugged. “Just his lessons. You know, droneling stuff.”
“Not just droneling stuff,” Sunspot said, his voice muffled against Mindwipe’s chassis, the edge of his tantrum dulled by Mindwipe’s solenoids. “It had that song, too.”
“What song?”
“Nothing!” Sky snapped, his purple optic flaring.
“Just a stupid song,” Stalker added, wings flipping down.
“I love that song,” Sunspot sniffled, looking up. “They did it special just for me.”
Mindwipe looked at the split mech.
“What?” Sky challenged. “Just a song we did so he could finally figure out how to fly around gravity wells.”
“Don’t get sucked in!” Sunspot crooned, “don’t get sucked iiiiiiin!”
“You made a song for him.” Mindwipe wasn’t sure he was hearing correctly. Or remembering correctly.
“It’s no big deal!” Sky blurted. “Just a calculation song. He already knows it by spark.”
“But it’s a song you did for me,” Sunspot murmured, his claws still clinging into Mindwipe’s armor. “That makes it special.”
“You could,” Mindwipe suggested, carefully, not entirely sure he hadn’t already suggested this, “re-record the song for him?”
A pair of optics, two separate faces, glaring a him, appalled. “NO!” Sky cried out, Stalker adding, “it was bad enough once.”
“It was a really nice song,” Sunspot murmured, his little claws clinging around Mindwipe’s neck. “They did this, this, this really nice harmony and everything.” He gave a pitiful hiccup.
Sky looked murderous. “Can’t you have forgotten that already?”
“It would make him so happy, Skystalker,” Mindwipe said, simply. Sometimes, past or future gone, that was all that mattered.
“It won’t be the same,” Sunspot pouted.
“No.” Mindwipe said, running one hand over the small frame, then moving, carefully, to detach him. “It’ll be better.”
A pause, the white head tilting, optic whirring in an out. “You’re right,” Sunspot said, finally.
“How the frag we get talked into this?” Stalker complained.
“By a mech who won’t even remember in ten kliks,” Sky said, sourly, but he moved forward, prying Sunspot off Mindwipe’s frame. “Come on. Let’s…get this over with.”
Mindwipe watched them leave, a little scramble of limbs, Sunspot’s hands linked in theirs. ‘Get what over with?’ he wondered.
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Date: 2011-11-06 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-11-06 03:35 am (UTC)Mindwipe was so sweet XD
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Date: 2011-11-06 03:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-11-06 05:18 am (UTC)*snuggles*
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Date: 2011-11-06 01:11 pm (UTC)And Mindwipe as always makes me want to simultaneaously d'aw and just sit down and cry for him.
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Date: 2011-11-06 06:37 pm (UTC)and the fact that Sunspot was so upset because he'd lost something the others had made for him was just... T_T i've so been there.
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Date: 2011-11-07 12:33 am (UTC)I love the idea of Sky and Stalker singing together, and especially for Sunspot. :3
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Date: 2011-11-08 04:54 am (UTC)I enjoy reading your stories about these three/four.