Drift Away
Title: Drift
Summary: Can two broken sparks mend each other?
Rating: T
Warnings: Character death.
Author Notes: This was inspired by taralyndens "Primus blessed". Go read it - it's amazing.
This is the first part of the prologue. I'll post the second one in a couple of day's - it still needs some work. And after that the main story will start. Be patient and you'll see what I have in mind.
Death aims only once, but never misses.
Weird.
That's the only thought that crossed his mind.
I don't feel pain...
An ugly sound escaped his vocalizer - a parody of laughter.
Why am I not feeling?...
He just stood there.
Weird...
Unmoving.
A hand on his shoulder. Concerned optics. Spoken words. Concerned faces.
Unheard.
Unseen.
What was I thinking of again?
Oh, right...
Weird...
He laughed harder. Or was he sobbing?
He couldn't tell.
Colorful blurs filled his vision. Color. Color. Color.
Red. Yellow. Green. Blue. Gray. Orange. Pink.
No black and white.
Shadows.
I should feel pain, right?
Why am I not in pain?
I just feel...
He felt his consciousness slip away.
Wait.
Was he even awake? Or is he simply recharging and this is a dream.
More like a nightmare.
….hollow.
Pins and needles crept all over his body. He welcomed the pain. It reminded him he was alive.
He wished he wasn't.
Not without him.
And yet here he was.
Alone.
I felt him leave. He didn't even say goodbye.
He probably didn't have the time.
Probably.
Slagger.
Time passed by. And yet it had stopped for him the minute he left. Why was he even staying here?
They stopped seeing him.
Of course they would - that's what happens when he ignored them.
Like he cared.
He used to.
Recharge. Fuel. Work.
Repeat.
Recharge. Fuel. Work.
Repeat.
When I see him I'm going to hit him in the face.
He deserves it.
Wonder if he remembers me?
I remember him.
Suicidal fraggin' slagger.
'Noble death' my aft.
Everyone can die.
Few can really live.
But I was alive only in your presence.
So what does that make me now?
I hate you.
I love you.
"This can't go on," First Aid looked at their new Prime, "You are young Rodimus - this is what a broken bond looks like."
I hate that I love you.
"Why hasn't he passed on? I thought that..."
"There's still a lot we don't know about bonds. From what we've gathered so far the others presence simply disappears. No pain, no traces that it was even there.
"The loneliness - the 'emptiness' that remains is the thing that's fatal."
I always imagined that it will hurt more.
You died in battle instead of a boring deactivation.
And you did it in style at that.
But I don't care about that.
Not anymore.
"There's a hole in his spark that can't be filled. This is one of the most agonizing deaths for a Cybertronian - because the pain is not physical."
"When will he...cross over?"
"It's always different - it could be a few breems, a couple of orns, deca - cycles... The longest documented case is a vorn and a half. But the bot killed himself, not able to bare a click more without his mate."
The two of them resumed watching him, oblivious to the mental dilemma said bot had.
Dieing is easy, lover.
Never pictured you the type that takes the easy rote.
You know what?
I change my mind - I hate you.
Time passed .
Colors, sounds, - it all remained a blur.
He did not live anymore.
He simply existed.
Colors, colors, colors - Red. Yellow. Green. Blue. Gray. Orange. Pink.
But no black and white
Figures, shapes, blurs.
Anger.
Frustration.
Fear.
Loneliness.
And finally, finally!
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain...
Such simple feelings for such a simple world.
Maybe that's why they liked to complicate things - simple was boring.
Probably.
Maybe that's why I loved you so much.
You're such a complicated person.
Well, you used to be.
And I can't help my self but love you more.
Even now.
Even when I hate you.
But I wont forgive you.
I will never forgive you for dieing.
Never.
Do you hear hear me Prowl?