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Who: First Aid, Rampage and Sixshot
What: Sixshot plays fetch.
When: A little bit after First Aid's intensive surgeries.
Where: The clinic!
Warnings: Awkward robots!

There's someone out there that needs to be dragged in to visit First Aid. Someone who had possibly saved his life. Sixshot had smelled it in the small medic's energon and the mingle of scents that Tarn had been in the middle of washing out.

It's that scent that brings him to a stop, sniffing at a small, deep crack in the pavement. He's been around the city enough to know that there was a subway system under there and there were probably several entrances nearby that the Sixer could have used to enter the area with relative ease.

Instead, he starts digging.

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Rampage had been napping happily. The partially collapsed subway was warm and cozy and dark, just the way he liked it when he didn't feel like being interrupted. He's pulled out of his low-energy state by the sound of loud scraping from above, making his bulbous beast mode optics flicker in confusion.

Some dust and rocks ping from the ceiling onto his shell. It's his only warning before the whole thing collapses and massive paws come breaking through. Light filters through the dust and he actually hisses, hunching close to the ground.

The digging stops when Rampage hisses and there's a brief few seconds of snuff-snuffling. Then there's a claw reaching into the hole and trying to hook under the corner of Rampage's shell in order to flip him onto his side.

"Sixshot-" Rampage starts as the enormous wolf-bot sniffs at him. His thoughts are interrupted as the world tilts suddenly and his legs are left to squirm in mid-air.

Snarling is surprised and anger, he snaps, "Sixshot, what the slag-!"

CHOMP

Yep, that sure is some teeth on Rampage's ass there.

He's being lifted out of the hole now too, carefully even so as not to bang the poor crab too much on the edges of it.

WELL.

Rampage is one squirming and cursing ball of angry crab. He struggles to angle his claws to give Sixshot a nasty pinch, but with the way he's being held he can't quite reach. With a grumpy huff he settles down.

"...this isn't the pollen again is it?"

Because the last time Sixshot showed up and ruined his current den, well... things happened.

"We're visiting First Aid," Sixshot announces cheerily, his voice muffled by the mouthful of crab butt.

He turns and starts trotting off in the direction of the clinic then, happy as a dog with a Frisbee can be. Sorry, Rampage, but you're probably not getting laid today.

"Oh." Well, that isn't quite what he expected? Rampage grumbles, "You could have just asked. You've ruined a perfect good napping spot..."

He tries to gaze sullenly at Sixshot, but it's difficult when Sixshot is biting his ass. "...so how is he? Other than being alive."

He'd have felt it if First Aid had died.

"Well, if you stop shooting at me as a greeting, I might just consider treating you like a reasonable person," the Sixer remarks with a muffled, indignant huff.

"He's walking now. Somewhat." With a bit of assist and not for very long, but, well. "He's getting better however and I thought it's a good time to show him who'd saved him. He's been missing you, anyways."

"You say that like you don't deserve a missile in the face now and then," Rampage snipes back.

He makes a noncommittal noise at the update on First Aid. "Well, I suppose we can't all be me. I'd have been fine in minutes." His mandibles twitch a little. "...Has he really?"

He's not sure he believes that, but then it is First Aid. First Aid actually likes him for some reason.

"This is First Aid, Rampage," Sixshot answers, unwittingly echoing the crab's thoughts as the clinic comes into sight. "I don't know what glimmer of charm he sees in you, but it's true."

The wolf-former slows to a stop then and places Rampage down with surprising gentleness before sitting back on his haunches and waiting expectantly.

Rampage gives a snort of laughter at that. So true!

He twitches all his legs as Sixshot sets him down, then promptly turns and knocks him hard in the snout with one fat claw. There, that's what you get for digging him up!

"...What?"

He's not going into the clinic again, right?

"Yip!"

Sixshot growls and paws at his snout indignantly. It didn't hurt but it wasn't pleasant either, and he levels a glare at Rampage before huffing.

"Get in there," he grumbles, narrowing his optics and flicking his wings in annoyance.

Rampage stares at the medibay, then back at Sixshot, then back at the medibay.

"...I don't want to," he says, with incredible maturity.

Looking decidedly unimpressed with this new development, Sixshot gets up.

"You're getting in there," he says in a tone that left no room for argument before butting his head against Rampage's aft and pushing him towards the entrance.

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Rampage makes the most disgruntled noises he's capable of making as Sixshot pushes him towards the entrance, but he doesn't actually fight against it.

"Why can't he come out here?" he whines.

"Because he's recovering from serious wounds and you're not," Sixshot grumbles, stopping abruptly when Rampage's legs impede them from getting through the door. He didn't want to damage the entryway so the six-former eases up with an exasperated huff.

"Get in there!"

"You'll be recovering from serious wounds if you don't stop shoving," Rampage mutters, even though they both know it's an idle threat.

With a heavy sigh, Rampage transforms, taking on his more door-shaped humanoid form.

He refuses to make this easy for Sixshot.

Rampage flopping onto his head makes Sixshot rumble in displeasure before transforming too and grabbing the crab around his chest.

"You don't even have to stay very long, just bloody say 'hi' to him," he says, picking the larger mech up and trying to fit them into the door without breaking anything.

Being carried by Sixshot is patently ridiculous looking, but Rampage prefers looking ridiculous to actively giving in. He gets his head knocked against the door frame for his trouble.

"Ow," he grumbles as Sixshot carries him in. "I just don't like medibays. You should have carried him out to me instead."

Sixshot was right about First Aid being up and about-- mostly. He was off the life support but his frame was still a mess of weld scars. He still had plenty of healing to do before repainting could be considered. Adding a fresh paint of coat to a healing weld could complicate the healing process.

He could walk, but not for too long; he's still far too weak and dizzy to be on his feet for long. Instead First Aid gets around mainly by a makeshift wheelchair. It wasn't exactly the most high tech, but it worked well enough First Aid could get around the medibay.

The bickering draws his attention before Sixshot and Rampage even enter the door, so by the time the sixchanger gets the unruly beast mech inside, First Aid is waiting for them.

He gets up on wobbly feet, then promptly wraps his arms around Sixshot and Rampage's legs.

"Rampage!"

"Because it's less pleasant for- ah!" Sixshot freezes mid-stride at the arms around his leg.

Well, there goes his spark. Just melting away. It's not like he needed it for anything anyways.

"First Aid," he says in a much gentler voice. "If you'd be so kind as to give us some space, I'd like to put this afthead down somewhere."

Rampage is perfectly ready to continue bantering with Sixshot, but his plans are derailed by something small, excited, and precious hugging his legs.

He'd like to make fun of the effect First Aid has on Sixshot, but... well.

"Hrm," he replies awkwardly, horns quirking at odd angles.

First Aid vents heavily like he had stopped his fans for a moment, then pries himself away.

"Yes, of course, I'm sorry," he says, settling back in his chair and wheeling back a bit to give the two some space. He doesn't let his optics leave them though.

"I'm just excited. I missed you. I don't have much to do and I get sort of stir crazy. I'm not really used to having such a weak body, but then everything feels kind of wrong about it like this. I suppose you just feel sort of strong when you're sixty meters tall and forget how weak you are apart."

He's been... kind of addled and rambley in his recovery.

"I should see if I can find some game boxes around the city. I wouldn't want you to get too stir crazy," Sixshot says, setting Rampage down before walking over to First Aid's side kneeling next to him. He's quite used to the rambling by now and takes the sudden wall of words in a stride- until that last little bit.

"... Apart?" Wait. What.

Rampage stands awkwardly as Sixshot sets him down and goes to First Aid's side. He's not sure what to do with himself, so he just sort of stands and crosses his arms, his beast-mode legs slowly curling over his shoulders defensively as he tries to ignore his surroundings.

First Aid isn't talking a whole lot of sense at the moment, and his horns quirk even more.

"You're in much fewer pieces than the last time I saw you."