December 31: Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?
Title: Remember me
Day: 31
Promt: “Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?”
‘Verse: G1
Rating: K+
Words: 1356
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Red Alert, Skyfire
Warnings: AU by the end, character death and general unhappiness all round really. Sorry this probably isn’t how you wanted to end 2010
Summary/Notes: Prowl’s lost a bit more than his sense of direction trying to find Red and Jazz.
Must keep going, must find … Prowl hesitated, who? He was looking for… someone? Something? Somewhere? Think! He chided himself you’re out here, wherever that is looking for…what?
He gave up on the puzzle, right now there where more important things than why he was out in this cold white hell, like making sure he survived long enough to remember why he was out here. Shaking off a wing load of snow he looked around for a shelter, even a small crack in the rock face would do, I’d give my spark for a fuel cell to thaw out over right now he mentally confessed to the tiny visible universe.
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“Frag this!”
Red’s mouth twisted into a small smile “Just in general or did you have specific reason in mind?”
Jazz shot is brother a glare “Both, dawn was hours ago and this pit spawned blizzard still hasn’t given up. How in the name of Primus are we gonna find Prowl?”
Red’s smile turned rueful “Jazz, think about it for a micro second, neither of my legs work and you have only one working one, going out in search of Prowl isn’t an option. He’ll have to find us.”
Jazz gave a long drawn out sigh and sank back into Red’s embrace “Yeah I know, I just,” he gazed up at the waves of wind driven snow “I just really don’t like it.”
“Me neither little brother,” Red muttered, “me neither.”
The wind howled above them and without a word, they cuddled closer, sharing body warmth and mutual comfort. Both of them wordlessly praying for the lone mech stuck somewhere on the other side of their meager rocky shelter.
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The wind blown snow was ice cold and he was so tired that the idea or staying here face down in the drift he’d fallen into was very tempting. They’re depending on you the remote voice that had been goading him on for what felt like eternity whispered in the back of his CPU you can’t just lie down in the snow and die.
He sighed and struggled to muster enough energy to rise, he wished this voice would go away taking them, whoever they were, with it and let him rest. Finally, upright he wobbled a little before stumbling blindly in a random direction; I hope that when I find them they have somewhere warm to lie down he told the voice in his CPU.
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The storm howled at him, talons of ice clawing at his armor tearing away the last precious wisps of warmth, stealing the few remaining shreds of feeling from his body. He’d stopped shivering a while back, some remote and detached part of his brain knew that this was a bad sign but the rest of him didn’t care, all that mattered was keeping walking. He couldn’t remember why, or to where but he did know he had to keep on walking. I wish I wasn’t alone out here, the melancholy thought that had become almost a mantra by now echoed through the fog of his CPU I wish someone knew who I was and why I’m here.
“Who am I looking for?” Prowl cried out to the blizzard streaming past him, who? Why did I say who, he mused to himself as his thin voice sped away from him how do I know it’s someone I’m looking for how “Ow!”
“Frag!”
“Primus damn it...Prowl?!”
Prowl stared blankly at the sudden appearance of red marking on the hard white snow in front of him and tried to rise again, the color of the snow wasn’t important keeping going was.
“Hey, hey hey Prowler no going off into the snow okay?” Jazz clung desperately to Prowls arm preventing him from rising.
“Easy Prowl, rest” Red Alert chimed in, not liking the look in Prowl’s optics, “you found us lay down here and warm up.”
“Can’t,” Prowl mumbled trying to tug himself free “they need me, can’t just lie down.”
Jazz and Red exchanged a swift glance before Jazz said in his most persuasive voice “They’re fine Prowl, they want you to rest. It’ll be okay you’ll see, just rest a while here in the warmth with us.”
Prowl waited for the voice in his head to demand that he leave this oddly coloured talking snow and go on, when it failed to materialise he slumped down happy to give in to his bodies demand for rest. Jazz wrapped his arm firmly around Prowls waist and spooned close up to his back taking care not to lie on a doorwing, although he suspected they where so frozen that Prowl wouldn’t feel it. Red huddled as close on the other side as he could and they both shivered with the sharp cold that radiated like shrapnel from the silent form between them.
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Red woke from a fitful recharge to find Prowl staring quizzical at him, there was more awareness in that stare but no recognition.
“Are you who I was looking for?” Prowl asked, “It was so cold I forgot who I was searching for.”
Jazz answered softly “Yeah, you fond us Prowl.”
“Do I know you?” Prowl whispered “I think I must but I can’t remember you.”
Red looked reassuringly into his brothers distressed optics and said gently “Yes Prowl, you’ve known both of us very well for a very long time. Rest, let sleep bring us back into your mind.”
“Sorry,” It was a faint breath of voice hovering on the edge of rest “the cold stole you from me.”
“We’ll warm you up Prowler,” Jazz’s voice was full of an optimism he didn’t feel in his spark “then we’ll have stolen you from the cold.”
“I’d like that, a mech should remember all his friends.” Prowl let his head fall back against Jazz’s bumper.
Red glanced up at what should have been the mid day sky, it was still as black as night and filled with whirling white death and then back at the two shivering mechs beside him “And if he can’t then his friends and family should remember him.”
“Family?” Prowl echoed staring unseeing up at the sky “Do I have a family?”
Jazz winced “Yeah Prowler, you’ve got us. We’re family and we’ll get through this as a family.”
“I always wanted to die surrounded by family.” Prowl said calmly “it’s a good way to go.”
“No one’s dying Prowl” Red replied firmly “not now at any rate, go back to recharge. We need to wait for the storm to pass.”
Prowl nodded and offlined his optics, Jazz couldn’t quite suppress a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold, If this storm doesn’t pass soon you may just get your wish Prowl he thought to himself as he wiggled closer to Prowl’s back, it was so cold and he was so exhausted that he didn’t have the energy to stay online any more and he liked falling into recharge wrapped around Prowl.
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Skyfire touched down beside the rock pile just as pale light of the sun washed over the three mechs huddled together behind that inadequate shelter. He looked down and knew at once he was too late, he had been built to survive the cold of space, snow and ice weren’t a fatal threat to him, these three mechs weren’t so fortunate. He sighed and set to work cutting free the block of ice which had surrounded them, they looked so peaceful like they had just fallen into recharge.
“At least, at the end you went together. Small enough comfort for the rest of us but I’m glad one of you doesn’t have to live with the pain of surviving the other two.” he told the transparent ice as he carefully lifted the block into his arms “And I’m sure company on the way helped you find the Matrix more easily.”
He lifted off slowly and the words of an old human saying came to him as he looked at the coffin in his arms Say not in grief 'he is no more' but live in thankfulness that he was.
Day: 31
Promt: “Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?”
‘Verse: G1
Rating: K+
Words: 1356
Characters: Prowl, Jazz, Red Alert, Skyfire
Warnings: AU by the end, character death and general unhappiness all round really. Sorry this probably isn’t how you wanted to end 2010
Summary/Notes: Prowl’s lost a bit more than his sense of direction trying to find Red and Jazz.
Must keep going, must find … Prowl hesitated, who? He was looking for… someone? Something? Somewhere? Think! He chided himself you’re out here, wherever that is looking for…what?
He gave up on the puzzle, right now there where more important things than why he was out in this cold white hell, like making sure he survived long enough to remember why he was out here. Shaking off a wing load of snow he looked around for a shelter, even a small crack in the rock face would do, I’d give my spark for a fuel cell to thaw out over right now he mentally confessed to the tiny visible universe.
===
“Frag this!”
Red’s mouth twisted into a small smile “Just in general or did you have specific reason in mind?”
Jazz shot is brother a glare “Both, dawn was hours ago and this pit spawned blizzard still hasn’t given up. How in the name of Primus are we gonna find Prowl?”
Red’s smile turned rueful “Jazz, think about it for a micro second, neither of my legs work and you have only one working one, going out in search of Prowl isn’t an option. He’ll have to find us.”
Jazz gave a long drawn out sigh and sank back into Red’s embrace “Yeah I know, I just,” he gazed up at the waves of wind driven snow “I just really don’t like it.”
“Me neither little brother,” Red muttered, “me neither.”
The wind howled above them and without a word, they cuddled closer, sharing body warmth and mutual comfort. Both of them wordlessly praying for the lone mech stuck somewhere on the other side of their meager rocky shelter.
===
The wind blown snow was ice cold and he was so tired that the idea or staying here face down in the drift he’d fallen into was very tempting. They’re depending on you the remote voice that had been goading him on for what felt like eternity whispered in the back of his CPU you can’t just lie down in the snow and die.
He sighed and struggled to muster enough energy to rise, he wished this voice would go away taking them, whoever they were, with it and let him rest. Finally, upright he wobbled a little before stumbling blindly in a random direction; I hope that when I find them they have somewhere warm to lie down he told the voice in his CPU.
===
The storm howled at him, talons of ice clawing at his armor tearing away the last precious wisps of warmth, stealing the few remaining shreds of feeling from his body. He’d stopped shivering a while back, some remote and detached part of his brain knew that this was a bad sign but the rest of him didn’t care, all that mattered was keeping walking. He couldn’t remember why, or to where but he did know he had to keep on walking. I wish I wasn’t alone out here, the melancholy thought that had become almost a mantra by now echoed through the fog of his CPU I wish someone knew who I was and why I’m here.
“Who am I looking for?” Prowl cried out to the blizzard streaming past him, who? Why did I say who, he mused to himself as his thin voice sped away from him how do I know it’s someone I’m looking for how “Ow!”
“Frag!”
“Primus damn it...Prowl?!”
Prowl stared blankly at the sudden appearance of red marking on the hard white snow in front of him and tried to rise again, the color of the snow wasn’t important keeping going was.
“Hey, hey hey Prowler no going off into the snow okay?” Jazz clung desperately to Prowls arm preventing him from rising.
“Easy Prowl, rest” Red Alert chimed in, not liking the look in Prowl’s optics, “you found us lay down here and warm up.”
“Can’t,” Prowl mumbled trying to tug himself free “they need me, can’t just lie down.”
Jazz and Red exchanged a swift glance before Jazz said in his most persuasive voice “They’re fine Prowl, they want you to rest. It’ll be okay you’ll see, just rest a while here in the warmth with us.”
Prowl waited for the voice in his head to demand that he leave this oddly coloured talking snow and go on, when it failed to materialise he slumped down happy to give in to his bodies demand for rest. Jazz wrapped his arm firmly around Prowls waist and spooned close up to his back taking care not to lie on a doorwing, although he suspected they where so frozen that Prowl wouldn’t feel it. Red huddled as close on the other side as he could and they both shivered with the sharp cold that radiated like shrapnel from the silent form between them.
===
Red woke from a fitful recharge to find Prowl staring quizzical at him, there was more awareness in that stare but no recognition.
“Are you who I was looking for?” Prowl asked, “It was so cold I forgot who I was searching for.”
Jazz answered softly “Yeah, you fond us Prowl.”
“Do I know you?” Prowl whispered “I think I must but I can’t remember you.”
Red looked reassuringly into his brothers distressed optics and said gently “Yes Prowl, you’ve known both of us very well for a very long time. Rest, let sleep bring us back into your mind.”
“Sorry,” It was a faint breath of voice hovering on the edge of rest “the cold stole you from me.”
“We’ll warm you up Prowler,” Jazz’s voice was full of an optimism he didn’t feel in his spark “then we’ll have stolen you from the cold.”
“I’d like that, a mech should remember all his friends.” Prowl let his head fall back against Jazz’s bumper.
Red glanced up at what should have been the mid day sky, it was still as black as night and filled with whirling white death and then back at the two shivering mechs beside him “And if he can’t then his friends and family should remember him.”
“Family?” Prowl echoed staring unseeing up at the sky “Do I have a family?”
Jazz winced “Yeah Prowler, you’ve got us. We’re family and we’ll get through this as a family.”
“I always wanted to die surrounded by family.” Prowl said calmly “it’s a good way to go.”
“No one’s dying Prowl” Red replied firmly “not now at any rate, go back to recharge. We need to wait for the storm to pass.”
Prowl nodded and offlined his optics, Jazz couldn’t quite suppress a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold, If this storm doesn’t pass soon you may just get your wish Prowl he thought to himself as he wiggled closer to Prowl’s back, it was so cold and he was so exhausted that he didn’t have the energy to stay online any more and he liked falling into recharge wrapped around Prowl.
===
Skyfire touched down beside the rock pile just as pale light of the sun washed over the three mechs huddled together behind that inadequate shelter. He looked down and knew at once he was too late, he had been built to survive the cold of space, snow and ice weren’t a fatal threat to him, these three mechs weren’t so fortunate. He sighed and set to work cutting free the block of ice which had surrounded them, they looked so peaceful like they had just fallen into recharge.
“At least, at the end you went together. Small enough comfort for the rest of us but I’m glad one of you doesn’t have to live with the pain of surviving the other two.” he told the transparent ice as he carefully lifted the block into his arms “And I’m sure company on the way helped you find the Matrix more easily.”
He lifted off slowly and the words of an old human saying came to him as he looked at the coffin in his arms Say not in grief 'he is no more' but live in thankfulness that he was.