Hi people!
I decided to write a new story, well my first story, beside poem writing.
I don't think this concept/plot has been used before, so I hope you enjoy.
I know it's pretty short, 579 words, but I like to think of it as quality versus quantity. :)
Enjoy!
Italics =Thoughts/Emphasized words
Bold =Bond/Spark talk
"Quotations" =Normal speech
-Dash thing- =Comm. link talk
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers. If I did, let's just say... You know what? Let's not go there...
It was a normal day on the NEST base. At least normal on the human side of things. But the Autobots were a different story. They seemed to be worried and nervous. As if the 'Cons were going to jump out at any moment. But little did the humans know that something big was going to happen. Something that would change everything, bringing order and peace to the Cybertronian race.
Optimus once again shifted uncomfortably as the strange feeling near his spark came back. It was like a dull throb that seemed to echo with his spark pulse. It wasn't painful by any means but not at all pleasant. Almost as if it echoed the pedefalls of someone, coming closer and closer. But the only thing near his spark was the Matrix of Leadership. Sure it wasn't the Matrix entirely, but it was a part of it. Or rather, her. Simply a piece that had broken off long ago to lead the Primes on. But perhaps…
No, Optimus forcefully shook his head, Primus wouldn't release her. I'm not worthy of it. After all, all I have done is lead our people to war and destruction.
Deep sadness, guilt, and shame welled up in Optimus. It made his spark hurt, and a tear leak from his optic.
Orion, love, what is wrong? Your spark hurts and mine yearns to comfort yours. His sparkmate and femme commander, Elita One's voice flowed through the bond. Her calming presence soothed him as she sent pulses of calm, love, and assurance through their bond. She was currently speeding across a highway, if the images coming from her end of the bond were anything to go by. She was on the mainland on a recon mission while he was stuck on Diego Garcia.
Nothing, my sweet, I was just… just thinking of when this war will end. Oh, I am so tired of this war and the slagging 'Cons and my brother's betrayal. I don't think I can take this anymore. Optimus sobbed even harder. It seemed as if the infallible, strong, and indestructible leader of the Autobots had finally broken.
On top of that, the pulsing in his spark seemed to have gotten faster and faster, almost as if that someone was running.
Shhhhhhhhhh. Everything will be alright, Primus willing. Trust in him, He is there for you… Elita comforted him. She wished she could be there to gather him into her arms and dry his tears. But duty had called, and duty is a hard mistress.
Optimus nearly snorted. Here for me. Right, and I'm a 'Con.
It wasn't that Optimus didn't believe in Primus, he just didn't think he was in his grace. He felt as if he had fallen from grace. The very thought made him sob harder, his spark throbbing painfully.
I can head back if you want. It's just a ways from where I am to the air base. Elita offered softly.
No, that won't be necessary. He sent a strong wave of love over the bond. After all, duty is our mistress.
He received a pulse of reluctant acceptance and another, larger one of love.
Optimus sighed, wiping the tears from his optics, and began once more, to dive into all the reports and documents that greedily demanded his attention. There's no rest for the pure, or the wicked for that matter. All the while, he was dimly aware of the pulsing, becoming stronger and stronger.
I hoped you liked it!
Please review.
Also, tell me if there's anything you want to see in this story. I'm open to suggestions!