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[upwind_of_you]

Who: Dinobot 2.0 (upwind_of_you), future!Rattrap (vermin_downwind)
Where: The outdoor Maximal-tech containment cell.
When: One late night after the beast's capture.
Rating: PG
Summary: And so we welcome the approaching end.
the Story:

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[vermin_downwind]

He's not alone in the night.

Rattrap strolls out from the mansion, unusually furtive, considering that it is, technically, his shift. He's supposed to be there, according to DC. So this is perfectly okay.

Nevermind the truth. He rolls quietly to the cell, making certain things are working as they should be. No more, no less. After finishing, he speaks.

"Hey, Chopperface." He's quiet. Thoughtful, even. "You wanted to talk more?"

[vermin_downwind]

Rattrap swivels back around to look at him, deciding quietly that the distance isn't so interesting. "Good to know that it's just another job, then. I've had more than my fair share of reformats. I'll adjust."

He seems to droop a little then, when he remembers what's happening. "...Oh yeah. Tomorrow you're getting put away. I- Yeah. Yeah. Finally get rid of you. Start getting along and this happens. Figures."

"I can't say I'll miss you too much if I don't decide to take that job. You've hurt a lot of people, me included. But, still, you're the- and don't you tell a spark- you were the best friend I've had in megacycles. And I'll miss that. Just- just so you know. It won't matter tomorrow, anyway."

[upwind_of_you]

"No, it will not. But for now, I am...grateful enough. Much as it would have galled me to confess it then, I find I am able to say much the same of the torment of your presence now."

The next breath is very nearly--was that almost a snort? "Yet is all this truly so surprising? We have, after all, never once gotten along until the last possible moment."

"If you take the road that I have walked, the Queen will look after you. Remember that at least, vermin."

[vermin_downwind]

"I'd rather have you watching my back, Chopperface. Rather the pred I know than some organic I don't. Or whatever she is." He waves it off. Whatever. You know what he means.

"...I'm not going to be around tomorrow to send you off. So this is pretty much goodbye. So yeah, this is the last possible moment." He pauses. And then changes the topic. They already talked and got it all out, right?

"Hey, remember that time you guys all thought Sentinel slagged me?"

[upwind_of_you]

"Yes," and the tangle of skeletal steel shifts a little, then settles again, the long tail curling a little more tightly around himself.

"Yes, I remember it well. The others were...ridiculous about it, and I--"

The rest of Rattrap's shift on watch was like that, and all things considered it was not a bad way to wait for things to end.