Part Three of my drabbles. The others aren't necessary but they're all from the same universe, just different perspectives and moments. I did say that my muse enjoyed a dead Ironhide. So much pain, but so much inspiration.
As you know, I own nothing.
Part Three: The Matrix and What is Gone Forever
The hand on Bumblebee's shoulder, shook with an unspoken grief. The small mech leaned into ratchet's grip, seeking comfort and solace for the both of them.
It was over; for now.
For now they could rest and repair. And grieve. Grieve for what they had lost and would never regain. For the Matrix of Leadership could not bring a disintegrated mech back to them. Could not reform a chassis from rust. Maybe they would regain their scientist. Ratchet could repair his chassis from the damage suffered at the hands of Soundwave, and Optimus could use the Matrix to give the empty chassis a spark again. As he had with the traitor Prime.
But no matter how hard they wished; how hard they hoped and prayed and cursed the name of Sentinel Prime, he would never be returned to them. Ironhide was gone forever.
Ironhide would be proud. And the two mechs knew he would be. The words never needed to be said. Never needed or would be spoken into the organic atmosphere they called home. They all knew.
"Class dismissed."
He would be proud of all of them. For their fight and their courage. For the way they refused to give up, even as hope seemed lost; that they would lose and the human race would be forced into slavery. He would be proud.
Even if the Matrix could not bring their friend back to them, he would never be forgotten; Ironhide would live on in the hearts and sparks of those who knew.