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Just a prompt from the TFgenerator *glances at her list* Hum, I should really write the others, but bunnies keep distracting me.
Prompt: Cliffjumper / Inferno / forgiveness
Characters: Inferno, Cliffjumper
Rating: PG
“I... I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”
Inferno didn’t answer, nor did he acknowledge the mech who had spoken. His optics remained on the Medbay’s door, behind which his bondmate was lying in the hands of Ratchet, First Aid and Wheeljack as they tried to save the Security Director's life.
Nobody was allowed in. Anyone with less severe injuries was to be treated by Perceptor, Hoist and Grapple. That said a lot about the Lamborghini's chance of survival. Red Alert could die. Why should he listen to anyone?
He could only think about Red. His face, his voice, his smiles, his frowns, the grim determination he had when he had thrown himself at the Triplechangers, without anyone backing him up. What in Primus’ name had possessed him to do something so stupid?
The answer was simple and was standing beside him, if Inferno remembered correctly. He hadn't paid much attention to everything that was said on the battlefield and after the fights. He had only been able to stare as Red was taken back to the base while he himself was being restrained by Skyfire.
Dimly, he could remember Prime chewing out at some of his crew, he could remember Jazz talking softly to him, and Prowl asking everyone to leave him alone for the time being. Everybody had listened. Everybody, except a certain red mech.
Inferno just knew the Minibot was responsible. He had said something stupid, probably an insult or a criticism, and Red had thought he had something to prove, and now... now his friend, his mate, his love, could be - was? - dying.
He hadn’t really listened to the culprit’s babbling until now. “It was my fault. I... I didn’t think he would take things so far. Will you... will you ever forgive me?” he heard.
Something in Inferno broke. He wasn’t the one who should grant forgiveness; it was Red. The Minibot was already talking as if the Security Director had no chance of survival despite Ratchet’s help. Red Alert couldn’t die. He wasn’t allowed to die before him!
The fire truck chuckled darkly. “Cliffjumper...” he started as he turned toward his fellow Autobot. The Minibot froze. In the back of his CPU, a small voice was shouting at him to run away. Inferno’s optics were almost white. “If Red doesn’t make it, I will kill you myself. Got it?”
Cliffjumper nodded dumbly and took a step back. He turned his optics toward the door and began praying. There wasn’t anything else he could do anyway.