Another one-shot. This time for the Movieverse.
Transformers belongs to Hasbro and Takara
Call Your Name
How long had he been crawling? It seemed like hours, and it probably was. Scorponok had been forced to the surface only a few moments after escaping those soldiers. 'Stupid sand!' he thought as more of the substance ground within his joints. He took some comfort in the fact that as soon as he reunited with Blackout the larger mech would give him a nice cleaning.
Blackout had been a good comrade since they had met, and become partners. He wasn't overly friendly to the little mech but he was never incredibly hostile. Whenever Scorponok had been hurt, or near the brink of going offline, he had always been there. Either repairing the smaller mech himself or forcing someone to help.
He made several sharp clicking sounds, the equivalent of a chuckle, as he remembered Blackout telling him about one such incident. The Prime had nearly offlined him and the flier had dragged Hook to repair him. The medic had been resisting the whole way until Blackout turned to him and said, "If you don't hurry up and help I'm gonna shove every one of your tools up your exhaust port!"
Needless to say everything went rather smoothly after that.
An image flashed before his optics and pain lanced through his very spark. Blackout was in a city and humans were hurting him, with the very weapons they had hurt Scorponok with. It felt bad the first time, but this was far, far worse.
Blackout was dying.
A scream was torn from the scorpion's vocalizer as his partner fell to the ground, his spark flickering out of existence.
Scorponok curled in on himself. They both had known this day would come Blackout had prepared him for it. But he had always thought they would go out together, in a blaze of glory. Taking as many enemies as they could with them.
He didn't want to move. Moving meant he had acknowledged what he saw, what he had felt. What he still felt.
A wisp of thought entered his CPU. Not a memory, or one of his primal feelings of rage or happiness, but a real fully conscious thought.
'Come on you little slagger, get up! Don't you give up now!'
Carefully he forced himself out of the position he was in and got to his feet. He was still alive, he was at least semi-functional, and he still had most of his weapons. He would not let his friend down. He would avenge him, no matter the cost.
The scorpion lifted his head to the sky and, with a metallic shriek, full of rage and pain, cried the one word he could say. "Blackout!"
A/N: Poor Scorpy...