I’m in an angsty mood and I dunno why
TFP/MTMTE cross over barely. Just a slight appearance of Drift and Rodimus, based from an RP on Wattpad
“Ratchet! Ratchet I need a ground bridge fast!” A femme’s voice sobbed over the monitor coms while there was gun fire in the background. The medic quickly pulled the lever and seconds after Eclipse ran through the portal, a small frame in her arms. The bridge closed as the seeker ran towards the medbay, despite her frame being bloody and battered. “R-Ratchet! Please you gotta help him! Please!” she begged, optical fluid streaming down her face. In her arms was a small black and white frame belonging to her own youngling, Ranger. There was a large, bloody wound on his chassis and his faceplate was violent bare while his optics were dark. Ratchet rushed over and the femme placed her creation on the medical slab, collapsing beside it. Sobs racked her frame as the others watched silently in shock and horror. Drift turned his helm away, hiding his solemn look with Rodimus watched, his spark breaking. They all knew that the youngling was gone by the grey color starting to take over his frame. “Please….help him….” Eclipse choked out, her helm resting against the edge of the slab as her servo clung to the smaller grey one. Ratchet let out a shaky breath as he knelt beside the younger medic. “I’m sorry, kid but…he’s gone…” he said softly. A broken wail escaped her vocalizer. “No! Please no!” she sobbed. “I can’t loose him too! R-Ratchet please!” she begged. The medic only sighed and wrapped his arms around her small frame. “I’m so sorry, Eclipse…” he whispered as grief stricken femme sobbed into his chassis.
Eclipse's Transformers Headcannons 