'Til All Are One
Title: 'Til All Are One
Pairing(s): Lambo TwinsxRatchet
Rating: PG
'Verse: Post TF:TM
Warnings: Character death
Summary: Going through Ratchet's old things, the Twins stumble upon a notepad addressed to them.
‘Til All Are One
Little ones,
Do not despair.
Wipe dry your optics and
Live your lives like there is no tomorrow
For the future is bright,
And we shall meet again.
Little ones,
Do not grieve.
Still those shaking servos and
Turn to face all that’s ahead of you.
For your future is bright,
And we will meet again.
Little ones,
Trust me.
Put away that energon sword and
Make the most of your time,
For when we meet again,
I won’t let you go.
But until then, little ones,
Have fun.
For I’ll be here waiting
And looking forward to the day
‘Til all are one.
We’ll meet again,
When all are one.
Until then, little ones,
Until then.
'Til all are one.:
The battle was raging all around them, but Sunstreaker only had optics for his red counterpart.
The twin terrors that struck fear into the sparks of many a ‘Con (and a few Autobots that got on their wrong side) were now lying sprawled out in the middle of the battlefield, covered with mech fluid and energon. Sideswipe was had a gaping wound slashed across his chassis, courtesy of a certain (in)famous fusion canon while Sunstreaker was slightly better off, but the torn main energon pump spelt certain doom. Around them, they could hear various mechs frantically shouting their names as they lay there, motionless. Neither twin really had a desire to move. The whirring of canons and the grunts of pains were all but shut out as both pairs of blue optics met.
.:I told you we shouldn’t have jet-judoed Megatron, you sorry excuse for a glitch. Now my paint job’s ruined. I’ll be taking an ugly chassis to the Matrix, afthead:.
.:You’re the glitch, Sunny, wasn’t this what Ratchet would have wanted for us? To have fun and make the most out of life?:.
.:Don’t call me Sunny, dumbaft, and I guess you do have a point. Well, it was fun, but not as fun without him. I can’t wait to see him again.:.
.:Me too. Shall we then?:.
No verbal words were exchanged, but as one, the twins’ optics began to flicker and dim. They barely heard the dismayed cries of First Aid, now the Autobot’s CMO, who was working on patching up Sunstreaker’s primary energon line. They barely registered when the ‘Cons retreat signal was sounded, and jubilant cries of the ‘Bots as Megatron and their enemies retreated. They barely noticed the crowd of concerned mechs around them.
Their optics met one last time and by unspoken agreement, faded out.
.:See you on the other side, bro:.
Both twins onlined their optics to a very familiar, and welcome sight.
“What took you both so slagging long, you sorry fraggers?”
Pairing(s): Lambo TwinsxRatchet
Rating: PG
'Verse: Post TF:TM
Warnings: Character death
Summary: Going through Ratchet's old things, the Twins stumble upon a notepad addressed to them.
‘Til All Are One
Little ones,
Do not despair.
Wipe dry your optics and
Live your lives like there is no tomorrow
For the future is bright,
And we shall meet again.
Little ones,
Do not grieve.
Still those shaking servos and
Turn to face all that’s ahead of you.
For your future is bright,
And we will meet again.
Little ones,
Trust me.
Put away that energon sword and
Make the most of your time,
For when we meet again,
I won’t let you go.
But until then, little ones,
Have fun.
For I’ll be here waiting
And looking forward to the day
‘Til all are one.
We’ll meet again,
When all are one.
Until then, little ones,
Until then.
'Til all are one.:
The battle was raging all around them, but Sunstreaker only had optics for his red counterpart.
The twin terrors that struck fear into the sparks of many a ‘Con (and a few Autobots that got on their wrong side) were now lying sprawled out in the middle of the battlefield, covered with mech fluid and energon. Sideswipe was had a gaping wound slashed across his chassis, courtesy of a certain (in)famous fusion canon while Sunstreaker was slightly better off, but the torn main energon pump spelt certain doom. Around them, they could hear various mechs frantically shouting their names as they lay there, motionless. Neither twin really had a desire to move. The whirring of canons and the grunts of pains were all but shut out as both pairs of blue optics met.
.:I told you we shouldn’t have jet-judoed Megatron, you sorry excuse for a glitch. Now my paint job’s ruined. I’ll be taking an ugly chassis to the Matrix, afthead:.
.:You’re the glitch, Sunny, wasn’t this what Ratchet would have wanted for us? To have fun and make the most out of life?:.
.:Don’t call me Sunny, dumbaft, and I guess you do have a point. Well, it was fun, but not as fun without him. I can’t wait to see him again.:.
.:Me too. Shall we then?:.
No verbal words were exchanged, but as one, the twins’ optics began to flicker and dim. They barely heard the dismayed cries of First Aid, now the Autobot’s CMO, who was working on patching up Sunstreaker’s primary energon line. They barely registered when the ‘Cons retreat signal was sounded, and jubilant cries of the ‘Bots as Megatron and their enemies retreated. They barely noticed the crowd of concerned mechs around them.
Their optics met one last time and by unspoken agreement, faded out.
.:See you on the other side, bro:.
Both twins onlined their optics to a very familiar, and welcome sight.
“What took you both so slagging long, you sorry fraggers?”