Perspective - Part 8
Title: Matter of Perspective (Chapter 8 - Cold Comfort)
Author: sideswipe_tf
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Warnings: death
A/N: I thought I would challenge myself and try to tell a story about Ratchet and the twins through a series of drabbles. Each character has one drabble per chapter (three drabbles per chapter) and each chapter focuses on a specific idea or event. I am also sticking with the interpretation of exactly 100 words per drabble. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
(I do not own Transformers.)
Sideswipe:
Ratchet was not smiling. Few things actually frightened the red frontliner; a distraught Ratchet was one of them. He stood beside his brother, just inside the door to the medbay, and looked around. Among the spilled energon and ruined components which covered the floor, every wrench the medic possessed had been thrown down; a bleak monument to failure. Sideswipe knew what had happened and why the medbay looked like a disaster. Even with that knowledge he couldn't find any words of comfort for the mech slumped against the far wall of the room. He began to clean up the mess.
Ratchet:
Eight mechs were gone; their sparks returned to the Well. He had saved many mechs following the Decepticon ambush but he couldn't save eight of them. There had been too many injuries and not enough medics. As CMO, Ratchet ultimately felt the loss of every spark, whether he had personally worked on the owner's frame or not. Slumped against the wall, he was barely aware of the twins across the room. They were so young, full of life, and he didn't feel like talking to them right now. How could they understand that no words could help in any way?
Sunstreaker:
Sunstreaker watched as his brother slowly began to pick up tools from the floor and quietly take them to a basin for cleaning. He looked at Ratchet who was staring in his direction but not seeing. The golden mech slowly walked through the debris not caring how it dirtied his paint. He stood silently before the medic unsurprised at the lack of acknowledgement of his presence. With careful and deliberate motions he drew Ratchet into his arms. He said nothing. They remained that way long after Sideswipe finished cleaning up the medbay and then joined them, wordlessly embracing them both.
Author: sideswipe_tf
Verse: G1
Rating: PG
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe
Warnings: death
A/N: I thought I would challenge myself and try to tell a story about Ratchet and the twins through a series of drabbles. Each character has one drabble per chapter (three drabbles per chapter) and each chapter focuses on a specific idea or event. I am also sticking with the interpretation of exactly 100 words per drabble. Comments and suggestions are welcome.
(I do not own Transformers.)
Sideswipe:
Ratchet was not smiling. Few things actually frightened the red frontliner; a distraught Ratchet was one of them. He stood beside his brother, just inside the door to the medbay, and looked around. Among the spilled energon and ruined components which covered the floor, every wrench the medic possessed had been thrown down; a bleak monument to failure. Sideswipe knew what had happened and why the medbay looked like a disaster. Even with that knowledge he couldn't find any words of comfort for the mech slumped against the far wall of the room. He began to clean up the mess.
Ratchet:
Eight mechs were gone; their sparks returned to the Well. He had saved many mechs following the Decepticon ambush but he couldn't save eight of them. There had been too many injuries and not enough medics. As CMO, Ratchet ultimately felt the loss of every spark, whether he had personally worked on the owner's frame or not. Slumped against the wall, he was barely aware of the twins across the room. They were so young, full of life, and he didn't feel like talking to them right now. How could they understand that no words could help in any way?
Sunstreaker:
Sunstreaker watched as his brother slowly began to pick up tools from the floor and quietly take them to a basin for cleaning. He looked at Ratchet who was staring in his direction but not seeing. The golden mech slowly walked through the debris not caring how it dirtied his paint. He stood silently before the medic unsurprised at the lack of acknowledgement of his presence. With careful and deliberate motions he drew Ratchet into his arms. He said nothing. They remained that way long after Sideswipe finished cleaning up the medbay and then joined them, wordlessly embracing them both.