Fic
Jeez. I don't know what's gotten into me tonight, but I am fucking morbid!
Okay, due to liona_skycat I hadda do another ficlet for the first one. This one is a little more 'fic' like then ficlet.
This one might be even more sad...
Title: Drink and Cry
Ficlet: And Cry
Rating: Mature (swearing)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Will was in shock. Ironhide could understand that. He was as well. Sarah and Annabella. Both of them were dead. Will had gone to the morgue and identify them. Ironhide had driven him home. Will wasn't functioning correctly.
Sam and Bumblebee were the first two to arrive at the house after Ironhide had sent out the call for help the very next day. He had no idea what to do. Optimus Prime was further away; he would take at most another day with the speed he was going.
"Sam. Don't yah..." Will looked up from the empty 2-4 of vodka in his hand to the clock, "have shhool?"
"God, Will." Sam stared helplessly at the soldier sitting on the porch of his house, surrounded by broken glass from beer bottles, picture frames and shot glasses.
"I nee' mooore fu-fucking booze."
"Will... have you been up all night?"
"Ah... soure 'ave. Go'-damn ass 'oles." Will held a shaky finger to his lips, "B-Bobby's still, er... fuckin' sleepin'." He shook his head and almost fell over. "Fuckin' ass 'ole." Since Bobby Epps was in DC with Optimus Prime, Sam figured that the plastic and metal strewn around was what was left of Will's phone.
"Jesus Will." Sam picked his way carefully over to the severely inebriated man, not wanting to step on any of the glass. As soon as his fingers touched Will's shoulder the seventeen year old found himself with his arms full of a drunk Army Ranger. "Will, god Will, I'm so sorry about Sarah."
"My...my baby." Will's voice was cracking and desperate, "Sam, my... FUCK! My Annabella, my Sarah..."
Sam rocked Will back and forth slowly, his own eyes filling with tears. He'd really liked Sarah. And Will had promised to get Annabella to call him 'Uncle'.
Ironhide and Bumblebee watched from the driveway. They'd known before how fragile a human body was, but now? This, this just brought it home, exactly how careful they had to be with the humans. Ratchet had sent over the autopsy reports. Annabella's entire body had been crushed, complete crushed. Sarah's back had been broken. Most of her other bones had also been broken.
Fate was even crueler then the Autobots had seen before. Sarah hadn't died on impact. She'd watched Annabella slowly get crushed by the ceiling from the back of the car while she'd bled out.
Nothing would ever fix this. Ironhide hated to see his human like this, but he knew he had no business trying to consol the man. Sarah had insisted on taking the car. He'd been out late with Will the night before, just driving, stretching his wheels. He had folded to Sarah when she'd pulled out the bright pink baby seat. He hadn't wanted a god-damn baby seat in his back seat and now Sarah was dead.
"This isn't your fault Ironhide."
"Yeah, it really kinda is Bumblebee. I was... vain. Sarah and the little one died because I was fucking vain." He had to stop for a second, get his voice under control. "She thought the car was just as safe as I am. She... didn't understand. I'm not made by humans. She didn't see anything in me that suggested that I was made of stronger metal then found on Earth."
"It's still not your fault."
Ironhide didn't respond. He just.
Couldn't.
And the next part: Run and Cry
Okay, due to liona_skycat I hadda do another ficlet for the first one. This one is a little more 'fic' like then ficlet.
This one might be even more sad...
Title: Drink and Cry
Ficlet: And Cry
Rating: Mature (swearing)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Will was in shock. Ironhide could understand that. He was as well. Sarah and Annabella. Both of them were dead. Will had gone to the morgue and identify them. Ironhide had driven him home. Will wasn't functioning correctly.
Sam and Bumblebee were the first two to arrive at the house after Ironhide had sent out the call for help the very next day. He had no idea what to do. Optimus Prime was further away; he would take at most another day with the speed he was going.
"Sam. Don't yah..." Will looked up from the empty 2-4 of vodka in his hand to the clock, "have shhool?"
"God, Will." Sam stared helplessly at the soldier sitting on the porch of his house, surrounded by broken glass from beer bottles, picture frames and shot glasses.
"I nee' mooore fu-fucking booze."
"Will... have you been up all night?"
"Ah... soure 'ave. Go'-damn ass 'oles." Will held a shaky finger to his lips, "B-Bobby's still, er... fuckin' sleepin'." He shook his head and almost fell over. "Fuckin' ass 'ole." Since Bobby Epps was in DC with Optimus Prime, Sam figured that the plastic and metal strewn around was what was left of Will's phone.
"Jesus Will." Sam picked his way carefully over to the severely inebriated man, not wanting to step on any of the glass. As soon as his fingers touched Will's shoulder the seventeen year old found himself with his arms full of a drunk Army Ranger. "Will, god Will, I'm so sorry about Sarah."
"My...my baby." Will's voice was cracking and desperate, "Sam, my... FUCK! My Annabella, my Sarah..."
Sam rocked Will back and forth slowly, his own eyes filling with tears. He'd really liked Sarah. And Will had promised to get Annabella to call him 'Uncle'.
Ironhide and Bumblebee watched from the driveway. They'd known before how fragile a human body was, but now? This, this just brought it home, exactly how careful they had to be with the humans. Ratchet had sent over the autopsy reports. Annabella's entire body had been crushed, complete crushed. Sarah's back had been broken. Most of her other bones had also been broken.
Fate was even crueler then the Autobots had seen before. Sarah hadn't died on impact. She'd watched Annabella slowly get crushed by the ceiling from the back of the car while she'd bled out.
Nothing would ever fix this. Ironhide hated to see his human like this, but he knew he had no business trying to consol the man. Sarah had insisted on taking the car. He'd been out late with Will the night before, just driving, stretching his wheels. He had folded to Sarah when she'd pulled out the bright pink baby seat. He hadn't wanted a god-damn baby seat in his back seat and now Sarah was dead.
"This isn't your fault Ironhide."
"Yeah, it really kinda is Bumblebee. I was... vain. Sarah and the little one died because I was fucking vain." He had to stop for a second, get his voice under control. "She thought the car was just as safe as I am. She... didn't understand. I'm not made by humans. She didn't see anything in me that suggested that I was made of stronger metal then found on Earth."
"It's still not your fault."
Ironhide didn't respond. He just.
Couldn't.
And the next part: Run and Cry