What Remains
By SMYGO4EVA
As they would recharge, restlessly almost, the Prime dreamt, entombed.
The medic dreamt, submerged in visions of what would never be.
A question would wake them.
For the right to ask, they went to war.
After Cybertron's crumbling and eventual ruin, they had traded being one with the AllSpark for survival, hospitals for seeking out other Autobots during the war. Sages had prayed while the cities burned and brother consumed brother.
In time, Optimus and Ratchet abandoned the old and withering planet. Ideology spread poison over the skies, the machines salted the planet called Earth. They traded weapons and high technology, spent eons to finding enough allies who sought refuge.
When they awoke, the Prime and the medic learned the war had been the question.
And what was the answer?
A dream ends.
So another would begin.
Since for them, tomorrow never really knew when to arrive.