A/N: So this is a transformers fanfiction that I wrote a while ago during a writer's club that I just found sitting in an abandoned notebook in my locker, and decided to upload this. It has absolutely nothing to do my other humanformers story Change. It just fit with the prompts we drew that day to make them human.
"I never meant to do that." I looked up at my leader as I said this, tears forming in the corner of my eyes. Ironhide, a fellow member of the team, and my own guardian lay at my feet. For the first time in my life, that I could remember, he had a peaceful look on his face.
Ironhide had been missing in action for several weeks now, his five o'clock shadow, which normally stayed just that, was much longer and was weird to see. It was so different from his normal look that I hadn't recognized him when I ran into him.
My leader rested his hand on my shoulder as I sank to my knees, mourning the death of the main father figure in my life. the hand on my shoulder was too much and I leapt back to my feet, fleeing from the scene, not caring where I ended up.
I ran until I literally collapsed from exhaustion. Curling up in a ball, I tried not to think about the fact that I had been the one to end his life. We were on a mission to take down a supposed Decepticon patrol. Tensions were high and when I came around the corner, seeing someone I didn't recognize, I did the only thing I had on my mind, pull the trigger.
He dropped with a sad look in his eyes, obviously recognizing me. Ironically enough Ironhide had been the one who taught me how to shoot a gun in the first place.
I jumped slightly when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking up through watery eyes, I expected to see Optimus Prime but recognized the form f the woman who had raised me with Ironhide. The only problem was that Chromia was dead. Immediately I thought she was here to avenge the death of her sparkmate.
"I'm here to help you Bumblebee." I nod weakly as she sat down next to me, pulling me into her embrace. "Ironhide isn't dead." What did she mean, Ratchet, the team medic had pronounced him dead.
"How?" That was all that escaped my mouth.
"Ironhide isn't the one who's dead because he wasn't the one who was shot. You were. Your mind went into denial, creating different events, where you didn't die." I stared at her, unsure what to think. "Let me show you." Chromia said this as she stood up, and held her hand out for me.
When I took her hand, she pulled me to my feet, and I found that I wasn't tired any more. She was true to her word, and led me back the way i had come from, but it took no time at all to get there. The scene was the same, bearded Ironhide and all, except Ironhide and I had switched places. It was weird to see my blood splattered body, a gaping bullet wound in my chest, being held in an embrace by a crying embrace.
After a few seconds, he lifted his head and looked directly at where I was standing, before looking back down at my lifeless body, leaning his forehead against mine.
"I never meant to do that."
A/N: The prompts we had for writer's club that day were, I never meant to do that, facial hair, and dead but didn't know it. I would have put the prompts at the top, but they contained spoilers. I'd love to hear what you thought of this, and if I should continue to post any random transformers fanfictions that come from my writer's club.