What Could Have Been...
Jan 9, 2012 12:59:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2012 12:59:37 GMT -5
What Could Have Been…
Two Autobots deviate from their nightly patrols to secretly meet on a cliff outlook.
In the soft fading light on the horizon, a red Dodge Challenger chugged up the two-track dirt path to the cliff outlook up ahead. The Dodge drifted to a near stop closer to the cliff edge. A small lean figure, silhouetted near the edge, stood waiting.
"Well, well, well, someone's a bit far from her home range" came a teasing voice from the direction of the Dodge.
"Uh, that's funny, the same could be said for you," replied a feminine voice from the light enshrouded form.
The red Dodge crawled closer along the gravel ground and then transformed upright.
The two wayward transformers simply watched the fading sun as it collided with the distant horizon for several minutes lost in thought. Both stood together silently in close proxy to one another, no more than a few human feet apart really, not awkward, but in close comfort between friends.
In a rare moment of open vulnerability, the blue femme leaned into the Dodge and rested her helm on a red shoulder guard, sighing.
"Spill it, Arcee," the Dodge asked, wrapping an arm around the slim form and pulling her in a tight embrace, "What's eating you?"
"Cybertron's gone, Cliff," Arcee said forlornly. "The Autobots are scattered across the stars and the Decepticons have the six of us backed into a corner on this dirtball."
"I, mean, aside from the obvious," Cliffjumper interjected abruptly.
"Aft." Arcee spat sarcastically, jerking her elbow into the Dodge's side. "What I mean is, what do we have left? What do we do if there's nothing left for us?"
"Easy, there's still the team, Optimus, cranky Ratchet, 'Bee, big Bulk..." Cliff drifted quiet for a moment, "and us. If you'd let me in, 'Cee."
"I know, Cliff," the cycle former explained plaintively, beginning to pull away. "It's just that..."
"Take life by the horns, Arcee," Cliffjumper cut her off, whispering quietly in her audios and drawing her closer. "Take life by the horns, fight back, and don't lose hope, not for yourself."
Cliffjumper cupped Arcee's face in his servos, gazing deeply into her blue and magenta optics.
"I know Tailgate wouldn't want you to be unhappy, 'Cee, not like this. But I won't push you, if you don't want me too."
The two 'bots stayed put, not moving, late into the night while watching the twinkling stars appear on the horizon.
Hours later, two vehicles departed from the overlook heading in opposite directions.
Two Autobots deviate from their nightly patrols to secretly meet on a cliff outlook.
In the soft fading light on the horizon, a red Dodge Challenger chugged up the two-track dirt path to the cliff outlook up ahead. The Dodge drifted to a near stop closer to the cliff edge. A small lean figure, silhouetted near the edge, stood waiting.
"Well, well, well, someone's a bit far from her home range" came a teasing voice from the direction of the Dodge.
"Uh, that's funny, the same could be said for you," replied a feminine voice from the light enshrouded form.
The red Dodge crawled closer along the gravel ground and then transformed upright.
The two wayward transformers simply watched the fading sun as it collided with the distant horizon for several minutes lost in thought. Both stood together silently in close proxy to one another, no more than a few human feet apart really, not awkward, but in close comfort between friends.
In a rare moment of open vulnerability, the blue femme leaned into the Dodge and rested her helm on a red shoulder guard, sighing.
"Spill it, Arcee," the Dodge asked, wrapping an arm around the slim form and pulling her in a tight embrace, "What's eating you?"
"Cybertron's gone, Cliff," Arcee said forlornly. "The Autobots are scattered across the stars and the Decepticons have the six of us backed into a corner on this dirtball."
"I, mean, aside from the obvious," Cliffjumper interjected abruptly.
"Aft." Arcee spat sarcastically, jerking her elbow into the Dodge's side. "What I mean is, what do we have left? What do we do if there's nothing left for us?"
"Easy, there's still the team, Optimus, cranky Ratchet, 'Bee, big Bulk..." Cliff drifted quiet for a moment, "and us. If you'd let me in, 'Cee."
"I know, Cliff," the cycle former explained plaintively, beginning to pull away. "It's just that..."
"Take life by the horns, Arcee," Cliffjumper cut her off, whispering quietly in her audios and drawing her closer. "Take life by the horns, fight back, and don't lose hope, not for yourself."
Cliffjumper cupped Arcee's face in his servos, gazing deeply into her blue and magenta optics.
"I know Tailgate wouldn't want you to be unhappy, 'Cee, not like this. But I won't push you, if you don't want me too."
The two 'bots stayed put, not moving, late into the night while watching the twinkling stars appear on the horizon.
Hours later, two vehicles departed from the overlook heading in opposite directions.