Hearing What Isn't Seen
Title: Hearing What Isn’t Seen
Verse: AU G1
Characters: Ratchet, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, others
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Week 4: Together We Are Strong
Warnings: Mentions of character deaths
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Notes: It’s an AU! How? I made the Twins evil! Sequel to “Don’t Want To See”, that one can be found on FF.NET on under MyNameIsJag profile.
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He was alive…captured…but alive…betrayed…but alive…hurt…but alive…terrified, “I’m alive…”
“Of course you are.”
Blind, he was blind as well but he knew the voice…he heard it everyday not to know…
“Why?”
There was a shuffle of someone moving behind him and his helm turned toward the noise, the other was in here as well…it made sense…they would never leave each other even if they were filled with hate across their bond…they could never leave their other half.
The noise got louder signaling his captor was closer now and it was confirmed when he was lifted up bridal style, “Because you’re ours.”
He would have argued, would have screamed that it wasn’t true, that he belonged to no one like some kind of toy…but couldn’t…it would be useless. They won…before he lost his sight he watched the betrayal, his kind fall to those that would claim them for their own wants. He had tried to help by saving who he could reach, oh…oh…Wheeljack…he was working on him when they showed up. At first he thought they were there to help him, they looked like they were looking for survivors, trying to find their friends to take back to the ARK…to safety.
“You need your optics fixed, babe, but it can wait.”
It could wait, he didn’t want to see the damage yet…the horror of what happened to the others…no…he could wait.
It was their fault he couldn’t see, he had made the mistake of calling out to them from their hiding place. He and First Aid were busily working away and was glad that there would be someone there to move those who needed to get back to base and to shelter. He had turned his back to work on his close friend when they started walking to the hide away…then he heard his assistant scream.
Then his sight landed on them, the red optics staring back at him and the familiar purple symbol seemed to gleam in the limited light. He had tried to attack them but instead he was hit, they were just so fast…the full on hit from one of them caused him to hit his helm when he fell back. The force jarred the sensitive wires that connected to his optics and offlined them and broke the delicate glass work that protected the inside of his optics, it wouldn’t take much to fix them…just reconnecting the loose lines and finding replacements for his optics…but he was so vulnerable without his sight, like a lost sparkling finding it’s way in the dark.
“Going to have to pop out those dents, get you a nice wash and buff.”
He just let them talk away, they seemed fine with it…there was nothing for him to say anyway.
“It’s a good thing there isn’t much damage to you.”
He wished he was worse off enough to join those who had died…Ironhide, bless the old mech…tried to stop them after he was attacked. He heard the racket, the Weapon Specialist had just gotten fixed but his welds were still fresh…they ripped him apart…he heard the wires snapping, the metal cracking and the scream that ended in silence. He stood no chance against the two…they didn’t have a scratch on them…they weren’t hurt or drained…or in pain…he should have known something was wrong when he noticed all that… At the time he was glad they were okay…now he wished they had all kind of dents in their armor.
“What are you two doing?”
He knew that voice too…figures they wouldn’t be the only ones to betray…and he already knew who this mech had stored away.
“How’s Hound?”
He barely recognized his own vocals, he sounded so weak…so lost and hurt…
The other was silent for a klik, “He is adjusting to his new accommodations, his not happy about it, but given the circumstances one can not be surprised.”
“Is he hurt?”
A slight chuckle from his side, “You can’t help but worry can you?”
The other two gave low chuckles as well before he got his answer, “He is fine, a little worn but fine.”
The one holding him adjusted his hold and snorted, “Yeah, good for you, now we have to get our little medic to our wash racks.”
And with that they were off again, he placed his helm on the chassis he was being carried on, a servo reaching up to touch near the shoulder under the edge of the armor to feel the protofrom…a nick…Sunstreaker…he removed his servo before the frontliner snapped at him. He had spent so much time working on them that he knew where were what scars under their armor.
He could hear a door open, “Looks like we’re home, babe,” a servo rubbed his chevron in comfort, “let’s get you better.”
His blind optics turned to stare up at the twin, “Why?”
“Because you’re dirty.”
He shook his helm, “No, why me?”
“This question again?,“ the grip on him tightened before relaxing, “You took care of us,” a kiss was placed on his chevron, the sensitive sensors sent electrical crackles through his systems, the pressure was too hard and it hurt but he remained still, “so we’ll take care of you now.”
He didn’t want to be taken care of, he just wanted to curl up and follow the others…not be trapped on this ship for the rest of his remaining of his lifespan…no matter how short it may be.
He failed in protecting the ones he cared about the most, he failed as a medic to keep Wheeljack online…he failed everybody.
A shift in the way he was being held and then he felt himself lowered to a covered flattop…a berth…the arms around him were hesitant to leave but they slowly undid themselves from around him…leaving him in what felt like empty space.
He could hear them though, one was rummaging through something while muttering unintelligible words while the other was tapping one of their pedes. He frowned when a stray thought entered his processor, “How many others are there?”
The pede tapping stopped, “As in?”
The voice was Sideswipes, he could just see the frontliner standing there in his thoughts, “How many are in my position and in yours?”
“Ah. Well, you’ve met Mirage and he pretty much said Hound was with him like your with us, umm…I think there is one more but he’s undercover but I don’t know who.”
“We do know he is sparkbonded to Soundwave.”, was that Sunstreaker talking now?
“And it isn’t Jazz, we’ve asked…Soundwave just got pissed about it, apparently Jazz is his long time rival…we don’t know…but hey, who cares?”, a gentle brush against his helm, cupping one of his audios, a mocking notion of a lover’s caress.
A gentle kiss to his lips and the twin released him with a sigh.
“Got it,” pedes were heading back over to them, “Let’s get that symbol off and get your colors back to porcelain.”
He didn’t say anything…cause he felt like porcelain…a porcelain doll…an object for them to claim…to play with as they wished…they may be able to heal and cover the marks on his skin…there will be nothing to stop the cracks in his spark until it shatters.
Another peck to his chevron, the pressure the same as it was last time signaled it was the golden Lambo once more and a content purr echoed through his systems in a freezing chill, “So glad you’re here with us, we feel so much stronger together…you’re like our little good luck charm, Ratch and if we have our way…it’ll stay like that.”
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Well, hoped you enjoyed that! I just took that concept and twisted around, didn’t I?
There is a Hound/Mirage part that goes with this but it ended up being longer, so I didn’t want to put it in with this one. That one was also rated M....
Also, here's the link for the first part, http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7381705/13/Wondering_Plot_Bunnies