Title: Ashes
Rating: PG-13
Series: G1
Pairings: Mirage/Starscream
Words: 487
Warnings: none I think
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: Standing on the ashes of his home, Mirage looks forward to the future.
Authors Notes: -
The ground was scorched and black. Metal slabs, now twisted and melted with the heat of exploding shells, had once formed the main road running between high, lean towers.
Under the smell of soot and death, the resonance of the past called to him with a ghostly, "Welcome home."
Mirage knelt in the dirt and grabbed handful of his past's ashes, crystal dust glittering in it as it poured through his fingers.
He could still recall the crystal roofs as the light had shone through them, bathing the Towers and crystal gardens blooming around them with rainbow reflections.
Mirage looked in the direction of the once blooming gardens of singing crystals. He had once listened to the music created by planet itself.
Yet here he was, dirty with soot, smelling with death, he knelt praying for the mangled corpse of what was once his home.
In deadly silence he looked around, searching his surroundings with highly trained sensors.
He came here to stand face to face with someone who outside of this city was but a mortal enemy yet in those dead arms of Crystal Towers was his equal.
He felt him coming even before his optics spotted him. Long slow steps carried the white frame through the destroyed city. A ghost of the past flowing through the haunted place.
As he approached , Mirage had to admit that Starscream never looked better than when surrounded by destruction and death, blue claws flexing beside him with craving for energon. His sensors trembled with energy coming from the white frame, energy of predator ready to bolt at you and tear you apart.
"All lost," Mirage stated the moment red optics pierced through his very core.
"Not All." Starscream shook his head as he approached closer, his field brushing over Mirage's with teasing caress. "The gardens are regrowing themselves."
Mirage quivered, entangling his field with jet's. "Show me."
The jet leaped at him; Mirage's instinct urged him to bolt or kill, but he let himself be grabbed.
Starscream half transformed around him, pulling the blue frame close, holding him. Deadly taste of his field froze Mirage's energon and at the same time made him burn with desire.
Starscream shot up, thrusters engaging with a roar and flew them up over the ruins to the ashes of the Crystal Gardens.
He could hear them before he could see, the sad and mournful melody quietly vibrating in the stale air.
Then he saw the tiny, corings of crystals peaking through the charred remains of their precedesors. Once white and blue now they shone with color of spilt energon - memorial of mechs that had fallen trying to protect their home.
The melody made his core shine with hope.
"Not all is lost," Starscream purred, and Mirage clung to his lover and mortal enemy, bathing in his energy and power, twining their fields together.
"One day we will rebuild it back."
"One day."