Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or Silent Hill

A/N: You'd be surprised by how many Silent Hill bunnies exist in the bunnyfarm. The bunny in question belongs to kirin_saga: Ok, lets give the Autobots a break from Silent Hill. It's the Decepticons' turn. Or, to be more exact, it's Rumble's turn. And since I can't say no to Silent Hill bunnies I brought it home, where it decided to make friends with the Silent Hill bunny I adopted first and this was born. Tell me what you think.

Silent Hill: The Last Stand

Memo #1: "Dead men, dead men"

"Hey there, Perce. It's been a while since I came here to see you. There's so much happening right now, I just didn't noticed the time passing by. I hope you can forgive me."

Wheeljack always began like this, apologizing for leaving the other alone. It didn't matter to him that he wasn't talking to the real Perceptor, but to his memorial. He told himself guilt kept him coming back, though deep down he knew the truth was different. He returned because he didn't know what else to do. His life had revolved around Perceptor for so long, he just didn't know what else to do with himself when he stopped working.

Soundwave was helping get over it and Wheeljack found he wanted the other to help him get some semblance of a normal life back. He couldn't… wouldn't… forget and he would never abandon the others, but after so many dark years he craved to be in the light once more.

The engineer sighed, "Cybertron's reconstruction is almost finished. You would've loved to see it, Perce. I honestly think we managed to bring a second Golden Age to the planet."

After having seen Cybertron fall into ruin, Wheeljack was amazed by the life Prime's work had brought back. He always believed in the Autobot leader, but he had to admit he thought Cybertron to be a lost cause.

"Miraculously, the peace is still holding. Shockwave and Optimus seem to be in friendly terms. I'm not supposed to tell anyone this, but Optimus and Elita-1 are even considering asking the Decepticon to join them in a tri-bond. They went to see me and Ratchet to get information on it and I know you would've loved to answer their questions," Wheeljack chuckled, "You would've loved to study a real case of tri-bond."

Wheeljack, fidgeted as he thought back on that interesting meeting he had with Prime and Ratchet. He was glad he always wore his protective facemask, because he knew his expression would've been hilarious. Ratchet's was. But everyone had to admit, the last thing they would've thought possible was anyone willing to bond with Shockwave.

And it wasn't the lack of facial features. The mech's devotion to all things logical and his willingness to do all sorts of questionable experiments made him creepy. Though he shouldn't be talking about anyone being creepy when he was willing to explore a relationship with the resident telepath.

"Mirage says Hound stopped saying he was in a dream. Raj says Hound finally believed he wasn't in wherever you guys went. He also says Hound stopped calling him ghost. He's even thinking of taking him out for a drive."

That meant Hound was really doing better, because the ex-scout had never gotten out of the apartment. Ratchet was even forced to see him at their apartment because Mirage did not trust Hound to control himself. The former noble was deathly afraid of Hound killing someone and being deactivated.

"Prowl also says Jazz is doing better. He told me Jazz threw out all those human radios he kept in his room. Well, all but one of them which he still keeps around his neck like a necklace. But Prowl says Jazz is asking him for music and found him once dancing to an old Cybertronian ballad. So, I guess he's really better. Prowl still has to watch what he drinks, but Ratchet said that was typical of all high grade addicts."

Prowl also confessed Jazz stopped attacking him. It still hurt the engineer that he hadn't seen it. Being too busy wasn't an excuse. Hound, despite being the more bloodthirsty, had never laid a hand on Mirage. Instead it had been Jazz who had continuously attacked Prowl and they never noticed. How could Prowl keep quiet when he could've been killed at any klik?

"I guess Prowl's happy. He didn't say it, but his doorwings were finally up instead of pointing to the floor. He also restarted his treatment to get the scars fixed. Ratchet's going to spend a lot of time smoothing them, but Prowl's going to look like new once he's finished."

There was sound behind him, but Wheeljack ignored it. Instead, he focused on his last memory of Prowl. The black and white mech's paint had already been removed, due to Ratchet's insistence on perfection. Wheeljack swore he'd seen the mech smile, a sight that had been rare back in the day and nonexistent throughout the years.

"If you're wondering about Ratchet, he's doing fine. First Aid came back to help him after you… He came back with the Dinobots. Apparently, he and Snarl bonded and now he's stuck living with the entire group," Wheeljack let out an amused chuckled, "He and Swoop are helping now that Ratchet's number of patients have increased. Turns out us Earth mechs are horrible patients and only Ratchet has the patience to treat us all. Yes, Perce, that includes the Decepticons."

"Cliffjumper is doing good. Then again, he's always fine as long as Sideswipe is happy. That hasn't changed. And I don't think it will ever change. Sideswipe… Well, at least he let me use that resizing machine to make the doll bigger. There was a time, after you… We all thought Ratchet would deactivate him, but he's back to normal. Or at least as normal as he can be considering…"

Wheeljack's monologue was cut short with a soft tap to his shoulder. He turned his head to stare into pale blue optics.

"Sideswipe wants to speak with Perceptor now."

Wheeljack nodded, "He can come here now. I just finished."

Cliffjumper said nothing to him, instead he hurried to get back to Sideswipe, who was staring to the dark skies of Cybertron.

"They wanted to come see you. Ratchet said it was fine, so… Until next time, Perce."

The engineer watched Sideswipe make his way to him, the now bigger doll clutched to his chest. Wheeljack couldn't help comparing him with a human sparkling.

"Hi, Perceptor. Sunny says you can hear us when we come here, but you can't ever come back. Have you found Beachcomber? Sunny won't tell me when I ask. I wish I could say we miss you, but we can finally sleep with the music gone. Sunny says you were being bad and needed to be stopped. That's why we don't blame Wheeljack for what he did. I only wish she hadn't taken you back. She scares Sunny."

Wheeljack heard Sideswipe's ramblings, feeling the energon in his fuel lines freeze when he heard Sideswipe knew. How? He didn't want to know. Everything about them defied Science and logic and Wheeljack refused to look deep into it. All he cared right now is the knowledge that if Sideswipe knew, then Cliffjumper surely knew. And probably Jazz and Hound knew too.

But they didn't say anything. Instead, they kept the knowledge to themselves because they had known why he did it. Why he allowed Soundwave to offline Perceptor. They knew and they approved. And going by the way things had started looking up afterwards, they got better after Perceptor was gone.

"I made song for you. I think you'll like it," Sideswipe continued. Cliffjumper standing like a silent guard behind the twin.

Wheeljack watched them, unable to look away from the one mech whose processor made Soundwave shiver. Watching the once feared warrior, as he began singing a song to Perceptor. A song that made Wheeljack's spark pulse in fear.

"Dead men, dead men swinging in a tree

How many dead men do you see?

Tongue turned blue and face gone grey

Watch them as they twist and sway"

Unknown to him, once the song started it had to be finished.

"The first one killed the butcher man

Then cooked him in the frying pan

Served him to his hungry guests

And gave them seconds on request"

Because neither of them blamed Wheeljack and they didn't want anything bad to happen to him.

"The next one with his smile and sweets

Stole poor children off the streets

To men who dressed unsavory

He sold them into slavery"

But Sunny was sure she was angry and was gathering her power to extract her revenge.

"Breaking into home at night

The thief he had a nasty fright

Filled his foolish head with ale

Woke in the morn in the county jail"

And so Sideswipe had thought Soundwave would be a good substitute for Wheeljack, until Sunny told him of someone better.

"The artist with his daunting skill

Tried his hand at painting bills

But caught in rain he was undone

When the ink he's use did start to run"

Someone that was important to those that had stopped her plans for this world when Perceptor was killed.

"With promises of great return

Taking gold he did not earn

Bundled it up out of sight

Quietly slipped off into night"

And while Wheeljack had turned away, Soundwave had been the one to deliver the killing blow.

"Three houses into ashes burned

The sheriff with no place to turn

Did spy a stranger to his town

Locked him up and beat him down"

And while he sang, Rumble was dragged into hell.

"Dead men, dead men swinging in a tree

How many dead men do you see?

Six feet long and six men wide

Round their necks the noose be tied"


Memo: "Dead men, dead men" is the name of the rhyme Sideswipe is singing. I think it belongs to Silent Hill 2.