I have no idea what this is...
Title: When a dream turns in to a nightmare
Series: Bay-verse
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst,Tragedy, mentioned slash
Characters: Prowl, mentioned of Jazz and some other crew members, OC in here to.
Summary: How should one react when someone close was taken away from you?
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine. Well Teddy is :P
Notes:Ok, so this is my first time posting here on LJ and I hope it turns out ok. I found a couple of really sad and well written stories about Prowl and Jazz's death that made me tear up and needed to find a way to express it. Luckily (or maybe not) a plot bunnie was hopping by when it bit me and this little ficlet was sparked. Soo yeah. Hope you like it, and I could use constructive criticism. Not beta'd
Again, I have no idea what I have written. Smokey forced me to post it - something about not good keeping it all bottled up. Damn psychologist.....
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"No, no, no, no ,no!” The girl screamed “No, no, no, no, NO! This can't be happening! This shouldn't have happened!” Tears were pouring from her eyes and she made no effort to stop them, knowing it was futile.
“We can change this? Right? Right?!” She was pacing between the bots around her. “They've come so far! Are going to let it end this way?! No, no, no...please no...” Her last word was a sob.
Every single one avoided eye contact with her. The said girl bit her lip to stop it from trembling. “Please...There has to be a way!”
Not a word was spoken. “One cannot live without the other...You know this better then me...Optimus! Ratchet!” And yet they still avoided her.
“Haven't they been through enough?!” Her voice started to get hoarse. The young girl was screaming like this for hours, begging.
“This fucking war took every thing from them! Everything!” She looked around the room. All bot still ignored her. Her fists clenched hard and a glare formed on her tear stained face.
“Sunstreaker! Sideswipe! Ironhide! Wheeljack! Mirage! Hound! Red Alert! Inferno! Ratchet! - Your a fucking medic!” She turned her gaze to the last occupant of the room “ Optimus Prime! Your a Prime for God's sake! You came back! Why can't the same be done to him?!” When the leader of the Autobots slowly stood up and started to live the room the girls hysterics just grew.
“No, no, no, NO! Don't do this to them! Hasn't this war tortured them enough?! All of you?!” She screamed at him. “Get back here! Don't you dare walk away! Opt-”
“Enough” That simple word was enough to stop the girl in her tracks. Her legs finally give out and she slumped to the cold floor. Her hair hid her eyes but the ground quickly got covered in tears.
“It's not fair....” She choked out. The other mech in the room started to leave - only one remained.
“If I'm feeling like this how are you supposed to feel, huh?” A bitter smile covered her lips. When no response came the smile easily morphed into a grimace.
“This isn't right...” She felt a hand gently lift her and the girl finally looked at the lone mech in room. Alone - Her mind kept repeating.
“Teddy” Optics divide of emotion looked at her as he spoke her name“We will meet again” At this Teddy looked at him horrified.
“Are you...comforting... me?!” Then a horrible sound escaped her mouth. She was laughing. The 17 year old girl was laughing - yet it sounded so wrong.
“It's funny!” She told him, even if his face didn't betray any emotions “It's funny because he was your intended! And now your never going to have what both of you dreamed! I'm not from this fucking universe and how am I the only one who can't let go of this!” She glared at him as her laughter changed into sobbing. “PROWL!” She closed her eyes shut and yelled.
“You are not from this Universe just like you said - so you can't understand it. Where you come from we exist only in fiction. You have the opportunity to fix this”
“You actually believe that when I return home, just because Transformers doesn't exist it'll make it better? You think I could forget that easily?! Not only his death but YOU?! Do you honestly believe that?!” After a pause she just curled up in his hand and continued sobbing.
“Please Prowl, please” She did not look up “There has to be a way. You are fading away - you will follow him. I know it”
“Is that such a bad thing?” Came the honest question. The girls topped moving.
“It's not fair” Came the muffed reply “It's so unfair”
“I know”
“I hate it” Teddy looked up and started drying her tears, but new ones came.
“I know”
“I can always make it better. Write some nonsense about him surviving, being brought back - but it's not the same. Because he still is dead. Jazz is gone and there is nothing we can do about it” She trembled a bit and looked sad at Prowl.
“Did he at least say goodbye?” Teddy whispered and motioned for Prowl to set her down. She wanted to return to her Universe. It was too painful to stay here.
“No” Came the quiet reply and the Autobots soon the ex-SIC started to leave. “He said 'See ya soon'” And with one last glance, a sad barely there smile on his face he left. Just before the door closed he heard the choked laugh that followed and made his way to his room, a strange calmness wrapped around him.
Series: Bay-verse
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Angst,Tragedy, mentioned slash
Characters: Prowl, mentioned of Jazz and some other crew members, OC in here to.
Summary: How should one react when someone close was taken away from you?
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine. Well Teddy is :P
Notes:Ok, so this is my first time posting here on LJ and I hope it turns out ok. I found a couple of really sad and well written stories about Prowl and Jazz's death that made me tear up and needed to find a way to express it. Luckily (or maybe not) a plot bunnie was hopping by when it bit me and this little ficlet was sparked. Soo yeah. Hope you like it, and I could use constructive criticism. Not beta'd
Again, I have no idea what I have written. Smokey forced me to post it - something about not good keeping it all bottled up. Damn psychologist.....
***
"No, no, no, no ,no!” The girl screamed “No, no, no, no, NO! This can't be happening! This shouldn't have happened!” Tears were pouring from her eyes and she made no effort to stop them, knowing it was futile.
“We can change this? Right? Right?!” She was pacing between the bots around her. “They've come so far! Are going to let it end this way?! No, no, no...please no...” Her last word was a sob.
Every single one avoided eye contact with her. The said girl bit her lip to stop it from trembling. “Please...There has to be a way!”
Not a word was spoken. “One cannot live without the other...You know this better then me...Optimus! Ratchet!” And yet they still avoided her.
“Haven't they been through enough?!” Her voice started to get hoarse. The young girl was screaming like this for hours, begging.
“This fucking war took every thing from them! Everything!” She looked around the room. All bot still ignored her. Her fists clenched hard and a glare formed on her tear stained face.
“Sunstreaker! Sideswipe! Ironhide! Wheeljack! Mirage! Hound! Red Alert! Inferno! Ratchet! - Your a fucking medic!” She turned her gaze to the last occupant of the room “ Optimus Prime! Your a Prime for God's sake! You came back! Why can't the same be done to him?!” When the leader of the Autobots slowly stood up and started to live the room the girls hysterics just grew.
“No, no, no, NO! Don't do this to them! Hasn't this war tortured them enough?! All of you?!” She screamed at him. “Get back here! Don't you dare walk away! Opt-”
“Enough” That simple word was enough to stop the girl in her tracks. Her legs finally give out and she slumped to the cold floor. Her hair hid her eyes but the ground quickly got covered in tears.
“It's not fair....” She choked out. The other mech in the room started to leave - only one remained.
“If I'm feeling like this how are you supposed to feel, huh?” A bitter smile covered her lips. When no response came the smile easily morphed into a grimace.
“This isn't right...” She felt a hand gently lift her and the girl finally looked at the lone mech in room. Alone - Her mind kept repeating.
“Teddy” Optics divide of emotion looked at her as he spoke her name“We will meet again” At this Teddy looked at him horrified.
“Are you...comforting... me?!” Then a horrible sound escaped her mouth. She was laughing. The 17 year old girl was laughing - yet it sounded so wrong.
“It's funny!” She told him, even if his face didn't betray any emotions “It's funny because he was your intended! And now your never going to have what both of you dreamed! I'm not from this fucking universe and how am I the only one who can't let go of this!” She glared at him as her laughter changed into sobbing. “PROWL!” She closed her eyes shut and yelled.
“You are not from this Universe just like you said - so you can't understand it. Where you come from we exist only in fiction. You have the opportunity to fix this”
“You actually believe that when I return home, just because Transformers doesn't exist it'll make it better? You think I could forget that easily?! Not only his death but YOU?! Do you honestly believe that?!” After a pause she just curled up in his hand and continued sobbing.
“Please Prowl, please” She did not look up “There has to be a way. You are fading away - you will follow him. I know it”
“Is that such a bad thing?” Came the honest question. The girls topped moving.
“It's not fair” Came the muffed reply “It's so unfair”
“I know”
“I hate it” Teddy looked up and started drying her tears, but new ones came.
“I know”
“I can always make it better. Write some nonsense about him surviving, being brought back - but it's not the same. Because he still is dead. Jazz is gone and there is nothing we can do about it” She trembled a bit and looked sad at Prowl.
“Did he at least say goodbye?” Teddy whispered and motioned for Prowl to set her down. She wanted to return to her Universe. It was too painful to stay here.
“No” Came the quiet reply and the Autobots soon the ex-SIC started to leave. “He said 'See ya soon'” And with one last glance, a sad barely there smile on his face he left. Just before the door closed he heard the choked laugh that followed and made his way to his room, a strange calmness wrapped around him.