Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Just the plot and OCs
These were originally done on the blog, but I thought some of you might like to see them on here.
So, here you go. Have some shorts.
5. "STOP IT!" Wardrums, Dustoff
Snarling a sound that vibrated his whole frame Dustoff clenched his fist, spun around, and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"STOP IT! YOU FRAGGIN BASTARD JUST STOP IT!"
Wardrums didn't even flinch, just took the room shaking yell in stride. Literately. Since he was striding across the makeshift medical bay and snatching hold of the raging medic.
"No." He hissed. "No I will not. You can't just want this time, Dust. It's not going to work!"
"Oh that's fraggin' rich coming from you!" The medic snarled, yanking and pulling against the hold his mate had on him but making no progress in getting free. War was bigger, stronger, and meaner. He wouldn't be getting loose no matter how hard he tried. Not if War didn't want him to because Dust would never hurt him. Just like War would never actually hurt him either.
Even if when they got into these screaming matches that was a little hard to tell.
There was a part of Dustoff that knew he was taking this too far. Knew that this was not the way to handle this, but he couldn't stop himself. He couldn't stand this. It went against everything that made him up.
He hated that they were just accepting it for what it was. That War wouldn't fight it. That he wouldn't fight what he knew wasn't right.
That he wouldn't fight for not only Mercy's memory but the last thing they had left of her.
"Don't tell me what I already know!" War snapped, not letting go even as some of the building anger and fight died in him when he saw the pain swimming in his mate's optics.
Dust was hurting. That he knew very well. He could feel it as much as he could see it. He was as well, but this was not something even he could change. It was out of his hands. No matter how bad he hated it.
"Don't . . . please, Dust." He trailed off into whispers looking away but not letting go. He would never let go. Not of Dust. "I can't . . . there is nothing. I can't do anything. You know how hard that is for me to say, but this time. . . we're beaten. I'm beaten. There is nothing we can do."
At the words, the tone, and the over all defeat of the larger mech Dust let his own frame sag. His rotor blades quivering with the emotions inside of him. Lowering his head and sighing.
"I know War . . . I . . . I'm sorry I just . . . ."
"Trying to keep the mechling won't change anything. Besides. . . we couldn't if we wanted to. You know that."
"I just. . . ." Sighing again Dust shook his head. "I don't wanna think there was something we could do and didn't."
"There isn't."
And that, sadly, was the truth.
-Jaycee
