A/N: This was a bunny that literally just hit me less than 5 minutes ago. This is the POV of Bumblebee when Ironhide dies in DOTM. This is my first attempt at a POV, so it's probably going to be really short…
I couldn't believe the scene that played before my optics in less than a few clicks.
First, Sentinal Prime turned out to be a traitor, making a deal with the Decepticons, in order to 'save' Cybertron.
Second, apparently he just so happened to have a cosmic rust cannon, which we found out the hard way when he shot it twice into Ironhide's chestplates.
I prayed to Primus with all of my spark that perhaps the cannon had not damaged any important systems, but my prayers seemed worthless as I watched sickly colored rust spread throughout the recked chassis, eating away important and unimportant systems alike, causing the strong, trigger-happy bot to gasp in pain and whisper his last words as he crawled about, "What have you done?"
Even in his pain, Ironhide had managed to fill those words with all of the venom, sorrow, and disappointment he could muster, and I grew a hate I never knew I had toward Sentinal Prime, or should he even be considered a Prime anymore?
Either way, Sentinal soon turned toward the rest of us and started to shoot his cannon at me.
I easily dodged, but I was so full of anger I really couldn't tell what was happening anymore.
As soon as he sped off and the others were in hot pursuit, I fell to the ground now covered in the rusted remains of what was once Ironhide.
When I was young, Ironhide was the one who comforted me when I had nightmares. Ironhide was the one who would make sure I was fed. Ironhide was the one who would sacrifice his precious time for me.
Ironhide helped train me to become the scout I am today. He was the one who taught me almost everything I know today.
Now don't get me wrong, I consider the others my family as well, but Optimus was always filling out reports, Ratchet was always in the Med. Bay helping people, and Jazz had almost always been on a mission.
Ironhide was the one who not only said he cared, but showed that he cared about me.
I picked up the ashes in my servos and let them seep through my fingers.
Ironhide. My mentor, my friend, my father, had been murdered by this mech, and he would pay. Whether by me or another, I do not know, but he would pay for this. He would pay dearly.
A/N: So what do you think? And I know he didn't really stay behind, but it just seems right for this so…yah….please review!
Starburst