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Sagitta gave a blink, then flitted her wings. She would do what she could to cheer the both of them right back up. Her papa needed it, and Dylan needed it and she wouldn't stop until she got to see them both smile.
When Dylan started moving to get something, she shifted her weight slightly with curiosity and chirped. They were basic Vosian Sparkling chirps, something Pharma understood and yet knew meant not much except that she was curious. It was more an expression of emotion.
When she saw the drawing, her tiny mouth formed a neat little "O" shape and she seemed to bounce on the heels of her pedes. He drew good!
Dylan looked a little surprised at Pharmas notion. He heard that sometimes - but he tried to play that off usually. Mentally scolding himself for showing emotion like that. He’d tried to always make himself steely and not invocative of showing his inner sadness. God he was a mess. “Yeah, well, maybe you’re right about getting help one day. I mean my social worker is “so sure” foster home #21 is the one,” he said putting his steely resolve back up.
He did smile at that though. He was starting to see where Ratchet got his mannerisms, and attitude from. “That makes sense. I’ve kinda started to see him as an older brother sometimes. Don’t tell him I said that though. Probably send him into cardiac arrest,” he joked, a little oblivious to the way. Pharma looked at him.
Dylan chuckled a little as Sagitta started to bounce up and down. Feeling a bit of inspiration, he took it and started to work out how to draw the dancing little femme himself. “Well, I mean I’m not that good. But I’ve been doing it for a long time,” he then added rather off-handedly. “When I was really young I’d draw on the walls of my attic with chalk I found...”
He paused a moment - stopping himself. He probably should have stopped himself short of bringing up that place. Instead he focused on drawing Stagitta, which wasn’t hard. But given he’d never seen a sparkling before would take some focus. “Have you seen Ratchet and the baby yet? How are they doing?”
Sagitta herself kept bouncing, though she slowed down slightly so he would be able to draw her. She seemed to be able to tell what he was doing. Then again, she had figured that his glances to her and his scratches on the paper meant he was drawing her.
Occasionally she glanced to her carrier to see how he was reacting. Pharma looked fascinated himself, and she liked when her carrier looked happy and fascinated.
"How about we keep you out of yet another foster home and give you a more permanent home at some point?" Pharma seemed to muse thoughtfully, his first thought about finding a way to get Dylan a home. He had no idea if a mechanical alien who had committed malpractice could provide such a home but that was one of his own musings.
He himself chuckled. "I don't know. Ratchet might actually be honored that someone sees him as a cool big brother. Sees him as family..." He paused and made a thoughtful noise. "I mean...Ratchet is practically a son to me."
He would listen curiously about art. Drawing with chalk? Interesting. He almost wondered if it was too late to learn to draw himself. He wasn't very artistically talented himself outside of music but he didn't really know how to play instruments. His voice was his instrument if anything but he didn't know anything other than old Cybertronian anthems and Spectralist Faith Hymns.
Dylan nearly choked at the comment that Pharma made. The Autobots helping him find a home? It sure would be nice at some point, that was for sure. Heck if he could he would live here like that Chris kid. But he also knew that was a special case, and he wasn’t half alien, he didn’t think. “It’s a nice thought. And if you can find someone who wants a fifteen year old who’s been to juvie, 20 foster homes, and five groups homes. Honestly? Let me know,” he chuckled. “It’s a lot harder than a lot of people think. If the bouncing around doesn’t scare people off, being in juvie does.”
He gave a thoughtful look at that. Maybe he was right and he should tell Ratchet sometime. But he was also very nervous at the thought as he continued his drawing of Sagitta. “Maybe. I just feel like it could backfire maybe, I dont know,” he explained.
Finally he’d finished said drawing. Spinning it around slowly, he showed what was, honestly, a quick sketch. But none the less he hoped the young Cybertronian would like. “What do you think kid?” He asked with a wink.
Pharma paused. "I'm going to openly say it's not a human who would take you...but I don't know if they'll allow inter-species adoptions." He seemed to be the one thinking of it. This boy seemed to feel almost like a kindred spirit deep down. Neither of them had particularly easy lives. Not to mention, it felt like the kid had walked through hell itself as well and came out singing.
"No, I'm pretty sure he'd be honored that you thought of him that way. I know Ratchet." Pharma knitted his hands. "Ratchet's not the type to get angry over a statement like that. Maybe a bit surprised but never, ever angry."
While the art was directed to Sagitta, he couldn't help but take a peek himself. The corner of his lip quirked up softly. He'd captured her intense excitement quite well!
"Dop-shin?" She seemed curious as to what that word was. Her little digit touched her lips and she popped it inside, sucking her index digit softly in place of her thumb. For a moment, Sagitta seemed to be content sucking her digit.
They were talking about Ratchet! Her big brother! Oh how she was excited to know they liked him! She loved him! He was a nice brother!
"Pretty!" She suddenly blurted, her optics twinkling. She seemed to bounce on her pedes more as though aware of who it was. "Gita pretty!"
Dylan stopped himself a bit. Had this mech just asked to take him in? But he hadn't... Well that was... He wasn't sure how to respond at first. He'd long dreamed of living with the 'Bots or actually being able to call Ratchet family, or this his home. "I mean... I think that would be up to Fowler. But y-you don't have to do that," Dylan sputtered completely dumbfounded. "I mean you have Sagitta. And you've got Ratchet. And you've got his kid. I mean... I don't want to make myself some sort of... I don't want to get in the way."
And it was true in his mind. He would probably just be nothing but a burden to this mech. He had night terrors, PTSD, he'd been declared "unadoptable". Why would someone who already had a big family want him? "I mean my social worker called me unadoptable. And I'd probably just be a burden to you. With Ratchet and Sagitta you have normal kids," he explained. "I just don't want to put you in a bad position."
After he'd sputtered all this out a mile per minute. He tried to put a smile on his face. "Here, you can have it if you'd like," he told Sagitta gently, taking the page out and handing it to her. "I... I should go..."
He immediately turned to do so, heart beating a mile per minute.
Fowler. Of course. That complicated matters, considering the Liaison himself was a hard-nosed sort who would call this sort of thing "insanity". "I don't have to, I wa...I want to...and..." His voice caught in his vocalizer. Great. When he was trying to have a meaningful moment his emotions were a complete wreck on par with how the Decepticon Justice Division left most of their victims' physical frames; all too many times they had been so mangled that not even making them into a pull apart and put together attraction for Sparklings could save them.
"Burden...? You're talking to someone who feels like a burden on his own son..." His optics were already flickering to a deeper blue. "Listen...they're...they're hardly normal. Believe me. I don't specialize in normal. Why would I specialize in what I'm not...?"
His whole frame seemed to tense and shake while he tried to fight the urge. However, fluid began to leak near his optics in spite of himself, his voice choking up again. What could he do?
"Please, don't. It's my fault, isn't it? I...I'm sorry..." For a moment, his optics seemed strange, hazy, in addition to being tearful. "I'm so sorry..." He wasn't aware of the way his left servo digits seemed to curl tight, as though they were gripping an invisible laser scalpel before they suddenly loosened like he was dropping a scalpel that wasn't there.
What had suddenly caused her carrier to start sputtering? He had been fine just a moment ago. She was torn between the art and the trembling form of the mech who's spark had sustained her own for quite some time. She didn't know what to do and she felt powerless.
Powerless was a good term for it. The one thing she could do probably wouldn't help in the situation. However, once she had the picture, hugging it to herself, strange electric sparks could be seen jumping from wing to backstrut, backstrut to the opposite wing. It was something she couldn't control, try as she might.
Suddenly she blurted. "STAY!" It had startled and even surprised herself!
The mech was actually serious want he? He hadn’t actually seen or heard anyone say anything like that. All he’d ever heard from people with kids was how they didn’t want him there forever screwing up their own kids. Why would anyone want a mess like him? Who would even care enough? Well he guessed Ratchet had told him before he was like that but he’d never thought in ten billion years that he’d be approached by him.
When he started to hear him tear up, well Dylan felt like a jerk. Turning around immediately, he felt his stomach churn. Then the shout from Sagitta startled him even more, especially at the sparking. “Whoa how did she...?”
He didn’t know what to do at this point, he wasn’t always good with his feelings.
“Look it’s not you, not like that. I just... I’m not used to..” Great, now he was feeling himself getting teary eyed, wondering if this was a joke. “I don’t understand why you’d want me. I’m nobody. Ratchet found me tagging him. And I’m screwed up. Why would you want me?” His voice broke a little at that.
He’d suffer too many cruel jokes in his life. He didn’t want to fall right into another one.
Blue digits pressed into the then armplating that linked his servos with his wing-mount shoulders. It was hard to tell someone--anyone--emotions. Especially when he'd spent millions of years repressing them. You had to in Decepticon Justice Division territory after all.
"...she inherited it from her sire. I'd really rather not tell you about him. The less I tell you, the better." His frame shook more. He needed to compose himself. He needed to right the frag now.
"Because like wants like. Listen. Only the truly screwed up can handle someone who's been screwed up by the universe..." His optics still had fresh tears pouring. "I've had millions of years to learn how to handle 'screwed up'. Tagging Ratchet's mild compared to some of the stuff I've done. Things I don't think you should hear. Not because I'm hiding them but because you deserve to have a normal life not thinking that the strange alien robot who wishes he could give you the world is some psychotic malpracticing mass murderer or something."
Sagitta was still a bit startled. How the heck had she managed such a sharp, stern tone? She rarely got to hear Pharma use his own tone, just as similar.
Her own face turned away when he spoke of her sire. She knew he was a bad mech. A very bad mech. He had hurt her beloved carrier dearly and she had heard him a few times. She had heard the sharp snaps, the cold hisses.
Tiny sparks still seemed to jump at the edges of her wings. She was trying to control them, but try as she might, when she was emotional it was like Kaon trying to keep his electricity from climbing his tesla coils. That was, to say, damn near impossible.
Dylan wasn’t sure what to say to that for a long moment. He... Well the way he said that, the way he acted he could definitely infer why. He knew what he meant. Of course he couldn’t have the same consuquences, but he knew deep down what he meant. And for the first time he felt he had someone there he could tell. “... If that means what I think it does... I understand,” he then added. “I don’t... I don’t like talking about when it used to happen to me either.” That last part came out a bit choked, given it brought back the darkest memories he had.
Dylan grabbed his arm slightly, and closed his eyes tight. He was OK, his dad couldn’t hurt him like that anymore he tried to tell himself.
The bot looked at him silently. So he wanted to help him? The last part might have scared a normal kid. But Dylan knew better than anyone there were two sides to every coin. Especially in war. And Pharma hardly seemed like the type who’d do anything like that if he had a choice. “Well it’s war. I don’t think someone like you would do anything like that if you had a choice,” he already had a few ideas of what could have happened. “I just... are you sure? I don’t want to throw some sort of wrench in your family. Or hurt your bond with your actual daughter.” He admitted.
It was after all a plausible question. He had a kid... He was hardly believing someone with their own kid would want to adopt, but maybe this guy really was different.
Pharma closed his optics for a moment. To know that someone so young shared his pain, shared something that both of them understood. "They will never do that to you again. If they try, I will end them, and I wouldn't even need my scalpels or chainsaws." His voice was eerie and soft for a moment.
"I think it'd throw more of a wrench into the bond with her not to. Considering she...she pulled a me and just put all her effort into one word." He chuckled a tiny chuckle. "She's never done that before. Well, the mustering all if it into telling someone to stay without imitating."
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