‘You’ll see it again soon anyways.’ Swerve waves it off. (Y/N) laughs.
‘Humans don’t live that long. Remember? I’ll probably never see it again.’ Getting up she ran out of the room to see the meteor shower.
Never see it again? Rodimus didn’t think of that, none of the bots she was hanging out with did. It was far away. They were fine they still had time but what they didn’t realize is that they didn’t have time. That she didn’t have time. And that everything they cared about was gonna change.
Your P.O.V
A slight burning in my chest that mourning. Discomfort in the afternoon. How could I know? How could they?
Feeling a heart tremor I reached for my chest before my heart stopped.
Rodimus was laughing as I said nothing. I couldn’t. Gasping I tried to breath as pain shot through my chest. More intense then this morning as my eyes widened in realization. My. Heart. Had. Stopped.
I was dying.
“(Y/N)?” Rodimus asked as the world swayed around me. “(Y/N)?!” Falling to my knees my eyes started going blurry I understood what this meant. My heart… I… I was having a heart attack then everything went black.
Rodimus panicked. Picking up his unresponding human friend he transformed racing through the hallways.
“Clear!” Ratchet yelled as Rodimus watched through the door Magnus rubbing his spinal strut and Megatron holding him back. The static of his audio receptors is louder than anything else as their unresponsive. He goes numb as mechs and femmes shout around him. He can’t hear anyone. Shock. That’s what Rung eventually tells him.
Everyone as they go through their own grieving processes.
“It’s your fault!” Whirl yelled trying to jump at Rodimus. Cyclonus held him back with Ultra Magnus as Whirl screeched. “It’s your fault! If you had been faster! They could had more time! They could’ve fixed her! She would’ve had more time!” Whirl cried kicking and screaming. Ultra Magnus and Cyclonus dragged him away as he continued yelling. Rodimus just stood there.
If only he’d been faster. She would still be alive…
Ultra Magnus was shoving his feelings down trying to bring order back to the ship immersing himself in his work.
He forgot to recharge to refuel. You always brought him energon or gently reminded him to sleep staying up and doing paperwork with him as he finally agreed it was time to sleep. He passed out in the middle of a fight and woke up crying in the medbay as he finally let it out and cried.
Megatron felt like he shouldn’t be sorry like he didn’t deserve to know or be loved by you. He gained your trust quickly and you in return earned his. He admired you but that admiration couldn’t save you…
Drift went to his room and just started praying to Primus it wasn’t true. He talked to a you that wasn’t there and started regress into depression. He was a mess and he thought maybe you’d come back to help…
Swerve kept talking and talking questioning how this happened and very funny guys refusing to believe it was true going into deep denial talking to a you that wasn’t there.
Ten was in the bar curled up in a ball in a corner.
Swerve let him stay there and whenever someone passed they’d pat him or try to whisper assurances because that’s what you’d do but Ten didn’t want their words he wanted yours.
Trailcutter was drunk but he knew what happened and tried getting more drunk to make the pain go away.
“Another Swerve….” Trailcutter said passing him shanix.
“Trails I don’t think that’s…”
“Another!” Swerve signs and passes him another drink but it’s so watered down with TrailCutters coolant he lets out a cry and clings to the bar crying out your name.
Rewind and Chromedome were comforting each other but were both breaking down.
“S-she’s gone…” Chromedome said nothing. He knew he’d erased past people he’d cared about but he couldn’t do that to her. He promised he wouldn’t… Taking off his visor his green optics showing as he let the coolant fall he held his conjux close.
“She is…” He whispered. “I miss her… “ He says softly.
“Me to…” He whispered back.
Tailgate went into mass hysteria shedding coolant and screaming. Cyclonus was trying to calm Tailgate down but he was having a mental war with himself and was screaming on the inside.
Whirl was detained to the brig for violent outbursting and thinking it was some sick joke randomly punching or shooting anyone who said it wasn’t. He acted like she was still around…
A bunch of bots tried making appointments with Rung but he had locked himself in his habsuite and was shedding coolant nonstop. He couldn’t work like this. He needed help to…
Ratchet was also in deep denial holding your body close, not sure what to believe.
He doesn’t cry as he holds you he doesn’t know what to feel. He just doesn’t want to give you up yet…
Ambulon was sad and unbelieving. Lots of paint chipped off his armour from feverish digging.
FirstAid takes off time from work and only comes back when Ratchet finally drags him back in. He needs help he doesn’t want anyone else dying. FirstAid agrees but he’s a mess.
Red Alert was taking intakes to try and calm down but his systems were glitching and shutting down from anxiety induced overload.
Perceptor refused to talk about it and immersed himself in his work.
He only stops working to talk to Brainstorm and they try and keep themselves steady and working no matter how much their sparks hurt.
Brainstorm tried making a way to bring me back he worked so hard his digits started leaking energon but he kept just working afraid to loose someone else he cared about.
Perceptor as sad and angered as he is pulls the mech away as he screams and hugs him close.
“I miss her to but Primuses sake I won’t let you join her yet!” He screams holding his friend close as Brainstorm screams. He wants her back! He wants to bring her back DAMN IT!!! Come back!
Everyone was just… really lost and… it was all your deaths fault.
It had been a month in human terms. Maybe a long time for a human but for a cybertronian. Rodimus stared out at space her voice still lingering through his processor fresh. He forgets… that she’s gone sometimes. One of the last things she said.
‘Humans don’t last long Rodimus. But it’s not the life we live it’s the memories we make.’ The image was permanently ingrained in his mind. Her cute head tilt. That large smile that covered her whole face.
Rodimus looked at his hand. Almost… almost feeling her skin against his servo. It was like she was here. Like she was still here… like she wasn’t… coolant collected in his optics.
“… I’ll miss you…” He spoke frame shaking. “I miss you…” He speaks crying.
And your voice was there sweetly. ‘I’ll always be in your spark and I’m waiting for you when you join me here.’
I’m not crying, I’m just cutting onions!
Awww fuck you man, I was in a less shitty mood and everything!
this is still so fragging cute I can’t even stand it. Drift so happy to cuddle his grump, even if it’s just a plushie of his grump! *dies of cute*
The really important question we have yet to address is, who on the LL is our very talented plushie maker? I personal vote for Rodimus.
“Drift, I made you a thing for when you’re going on about Ratchet to spare my cushions.”
Oh my gosh, I really like that idea!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rodimus the Loud. Rodimus the Showoff…is also Rodimus with a sewing (possibly also knitting or crocheting) hobby that requires much more patience than anyone would ever think he has.
And he literally spends hours and hours on every little detail and makes sure they’re perfect.
Rodimus who disappears each time they land on a new planet. Everyone thinks he’s off goofing somewhere, but he’s actually secretly checking out all the fabric stalls for interesting new materials.
Whirl never knows who the heck it
was
who left a cute, crocheted, squeaky version of his altmode on his doorstep but would punch anyone who dared steal it. He really admires the craftsmanship too – whoever it was who did it had hands built for detail, and made sure every detail was in its rightful place.
Brainstorm finds a miniature, plush briefcase keychain in his lab, and it makes him smile even though his crazy venture to alter the course of time didn’t end so well. It’s a sign to remember what he’s done, but also one of forgiveness.
Minimus finds a small plush version of himself right next to the figure made by Ten, and wonders who else on this ship really accepts his true self.
Also, Rodimus hanging out with Ten and crafting together. Nobody has found him on the ship when he pulls a get-away-from-paperwork disappearing act, but then again, nobody has thought of checking Ten’s hideout.
Rodimus who is ashamed of his hobby because he thinks it’s the most silly and uncool thing ever, but who also can’t stop enjoying it.
Please. I need this. Ahahahaahaha
Is it wrong, that now I’m quietly picturing a plushie showing up on Megatron’s berth. It starts out as a mean joke, someone commissioning it so they can hang it in effigy in his room, from one of the rafters. He takes it down, and he’s going get rid of it- but he likes it. It’s remarkably well crafted, and the little plushie looks just like him.
Except that in hanging the plushie, the helm has accidentally come off. So he fixes it by clumsily stitching it together, and maybe a bit of glue.
So, despite the meanness of the joke- he smiles, he keeps the plushie.
And Rodimus blinks as it shows up, on his desk… sitting in the Captain’s chair while Megatron is making his rounds on the ship. It even has a little badge carefully painted on with fabric paint he’s dug up somewhere. He winces as he spots the bad repair job, and then his plating flares as he realizes WHY there’s a bad repair job.
Someone’s messed up one of his plushies.
But he watches as after shift, Megatron carefully picks it up and puts it back in his subspace, and realizes that the bigger mech actually likes it. It makes him think, makes him re-evaluate a few things, and Megatron gets worried because Rodimus is actually quiet for a few orns.
And then his plushie disappears while he’s on shift.
He quietly tears apart his entire room, half the floor and the entire ship trying to find it before just accepting that it’s gone. He doesn’t exactly mope, but his next few days are punctuated by a heavier quietness that wasn’t there before, and even the crew notices it.
And then the plushie reappears- and this time, there’s a proper badge sewn on, and the neck is properly fixed. And for the first time in almost a week, Megatron smiles to himself- and carefully subspaces the plushie after shift, making sure it’s safe.
It’s the first gift anyone’s given him in a long while, and Rodimus smiles to himself every time he sees it propped up on Megatron’s desk- holding a little datapad of it’s own.
Call Ratchet ‘cause I am slain!! *flails*
This is so beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!! *sobs quietly*
And welcome back! ❤
What if Rodimus find out that Sideswipe died before the launch and he’s sparkbroken. He served with the Lambo twins for the longest time on Earth and he didn’t even know one of his closest friends died in battle.
So he makes a plushie of Sideswipe and he’s more quiet on the deck for a few days. He then decides to find out in Sunstreaker is okay by searching him up in the data base and finds that, he’s on board the Lost Light. He looks over to the plushie on his desk and smiles faintly. Perfect.
H finds a red box and some silver ribbon and carefully puts the plushie in there and wrapping it before seeking out Sunstreaker’s room. He leaves it in front of his door before quickly running off.
Later Sunstreaker comes back to find the box, and he cautiously opens it, but when he does, it starts off as a small whimper as he pulls the plushie out of the box, before he collapses with broken sobs, holding the plushie close to his spark, silently thanking whoever brought him this amazing gift.
Rodimus sees him in the bar a few cycles later and his spark is overjoyed when he sees his old friend holding the plush, beaming with joy.
It’s just one day everyone is chilling then there’s static over the PA system before Africa by Toto starts blasting and there’s just this deep breath throughout the ship before
“I BLESS THE RAINS DOWN IN AFRICAAAAAAA!”
And it’s so loud you can hear it from Cybertron
Optimus: What the actual shit was that?! Skyfire: Your failed son, ex-husband and their crew being themselves Otpimus: Oh. Explains a lot. Put the cannons away Ironhide Ironhide: Dammit…..
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