Ghosts (1/?)

[tijiya]

 
Title: Ghosts
Rating: Pg
Setting: 2007 Movie-verse
Pairings/Characters: Barricade,  Prowl/Jazz
Summary: Barricade is determined to find out what's wrong.
Disclaimer: Transformers (c) Hasbro   I still have to buy my figurines so that pretty much sums it up eh?

It's no longer a one-shot, but turning into a full blown story with a new title.

He couldn’t explain why his spark ached dully or why he fell to his knees when it started. He felt as if he’d been torn to pieces and re-built with parts left out. He did know, however, that he was being drawn to something. Most of his systems were back online before he decided to seek out the thing that was causing his spark to ache. He kept to driving during the night and slipping into very light recharge during the day, hoping he’d be less likely cornered this way.

By the tenth human cycle Starscream had already tried to contact him several times, each message become more aggravated than the next. However he decided he would not be distracted and cut off his communication systems temporarily, knowing he’d have the pit to pay later.

Warnings flashed as he drew closer to the source and he began to wonder if a few wires had managed to get crossed after his first run-in with Bumblebee. The autobot medic left a large human dwelling that he was likely using as a medical hanger. At this point he’d usually turn tail and leave, but this time something was urging him to continue. Figure out why he felt so…torn. To his knowledge the Autobots seemed unaware of his presence so, in his vehicle mode, he slowly rolled up to one of the few windows that let light in.

Something in the back of his mind howled, the scream of despair nearly released aloud. The sight of an Autobot’s broken and torn body should have been a sight of wonders. Something that should bring a twisted smirk to his face, but instead despair gripped at him firmly and he nearly broke his cover to get closer. He realized he was fighting with himself, two voices were screaming at the top of their vocal processors. One in delight and one in pure agony.

Not caring who could see him he tore away from the scene with his sirens blaring; blue and red lights unknowingly conveying aloud the battle he suffered from within.