His head hurt
Like …really bad.
Like he kind of wondered if he'd somehow been knock out when playing bead pool at the bar again, its happed more than once sometimes he didn't remember. A pounding resonating through his entire conscious. Static echoing in his audios and when he dared open his ice blue optics he found the blinding light of a room's safety light glowing dimly around the floor and ceiling were far too much to bare.
With a groan Tensa Zangetsu pinned his optics back shut. Trying to lift a hand to rub at the pounding throb that felt like it was trying to beat its way out of his forehead. Only his hand didn't move when he told it to.
Confused, he dared peak one optic again. Trying to figure out why his limbs wouldn't response to him and if that was some kind bad thing. Only ..Where his arm- and most of his upper frame-was supposed to be there was a great big expanse of blue and red.
And last time he cheek he was black all over with dark and light blue fire dancing a cross his arms and the front for his legs with silver highlight.
Huh?
Attempting to roll onto his back didn't get him much more of an answer. Because apparently there was no backward. There was too much big bulk pressed up the entire length of his back. Wrapping his up and squeezing him tight.
Blinking rather stupidly through the slight distort of his vision wasn't easy. Neither was trying to think through the pounding in his head and audios.
What was going on?
Where was he?
Shifting a little, trying to figure out what was happening with a processor so sluggishly. It was heard then it should have been. He couldn't even tell what it was that was wrapped so tightly round him.
But it was warm.
And very strong , and kind of….nice.
The tired part of his processor, the side that wanted to close his optics again to stop the aching in his processor, thought that was more than enough reason to close his optics and go back to recharge. That seemed like a much better option than keeping his optics open and making the pounding worse.
Only this was …weird?
How did he get here?
What was happening?
He didn't remember, and that was even weirder.
He shifted again. Trying to movie his frame with the heavy weight wrapped around it, another low sound rolling out of him when he triend to pull his cradled frame away. Then, shuffling him closer. The strength and warmth shuffling him closer. Huge mass cradling around him.
He was being held.
Somebot was holding him.
What..?
Tensa Zangetsu Stiffend up
The shift in the pull of him closer moved him just enough now that he could look over his shoulder to find the faceplate of just who had a hold of him.
Optimus?
Spark jumping into his throat he was pretty sure if he was still human he wound have stopped breathing.
Optimus .
Optimus Prime
oh…..oh frag.
What the pit did I do?
His already sluggish processor locked up. Optics widened despite how bad that made his heard hurt, and he just looked. Because what other thing was he fraggin' supposed to do?
How did he….what was…?
The truth slammed in like a punch to the gut. A sharp, sudden, surge of memory.
Fear, pain, horror…guilt.
They'd been attacked, the Nemesis, the crash, the fight with his brother, nearly losing his little sister, the high grade, the fighting the…death.
When his crazy miss match family was tuned into Transformers, the promise to their god Primus.
Yes he remembers everything now.. and it all started because of the bam promise he made when they have been still human, to that old man that he saved.