I was hit by inspiration! Okay, this is my... third Transformers Prime fanfic, so don't use a flame thrower on me. I'm still a bit new to this area. This is in Ratchet's POV. I don't own Transformers Prime and I am not making money off this.
Well, let's roll!
Nothing particularly note-worthy took place today. The Decepticons were relatively quiet and there was time to leisure around the base. Since everyone had just arrived back at the missile silo from patrol, all the bots hovered around in the main room, conversing with one another and the humans. For once, I didn't mind it. I normally put a bot to work if I see them just standing around near the Ground Bridge controls, but I felt like they deserved a break from work. I already cleaned and sorted my tools and recalibrated the Ground Bridge's coordinating systems, as well as took an inventory on the supply vault. I glanced up from the wrench I was cleaning (granted, it was already clean) and looked at the socializing bots and humans. Miko was talking to Bulkhead about a new heavy metal artist she had discovered. Bumblebee and Rafael chatted about a recent video game car race. Jack was explaining human behavior to a perplexed Arcee and Optimus silently oversaw it all off to the side.
They all seem so happy with one another. After all this time they have finally found some sort of true happiness. A way to get their processors off the war we all were fighting. This war is starting to swallow our species up. One by one, both sides are killing each other off. Back on Cybertron, during the Golden Age, our species was large and strong. We didn't have to worry about anyone capturing or killing someone for the sake of energon. Energon was plentiful, even the poor in our society did not have to constantly worry about running low on the precious liquid.
But, the war broke out. Time sped by as all Cybertronians watched our planet take the beating and dim slowly. People were terminated, so many of them were unarmed civilians. Energon was stocked and hoarded by Autobots and Decepticons alike. Mechs and femmes who refused to fight in the war, attempted to lead a normal life in the midst of war. That always ended in their termination. I once came across a young mech hiding with his little sparkling after the building was raided by the Decepticons. The carrier of the little one was offlined trying to distract the Decepticons. The sire hid with the newborn sparkling and was found by me. The Autobots took them and managed to get them back to a healthy state.
Physically, anyway. The young sire couldn't handle the death of his sparkmate and terminated himself. I raised the sparkling myself for only half a vorn until she slowly offlined, unable to handle the loss of her creators. Yet another example of how I couldn't help. Another example of how I failed. Another example of how I couldn't hold my word to the oath I took the solar cycle I became a medic.
"Old friend," Optimus said, concerned. He had walked over to me and placed a large black servo on my shoulder. Our leader must have noticed my blank stare.
"Is everything alright?" His optics dimmed a bit, holding optic contact with me. I looked away.
"Everything is fine, Optimus." It came out sharper than intended. Optimus looked almost hurt at the cutting response I gave him. His optics dimmed more to resemble a sort of clouded blue.
"If there is anything on your processor, you are welcome to speak with me about it." He said softly before retreating down the halls of the silo. Guilt racked me. How could I have taken this out on Optimus? He has lost just as much as the rest of us have, if not more. So many of his friends have gone missing in action or have been terminated by the Decepticons.
I gripped the wrench, driving small dents in the shining metal. How could I be so selfish? How could be so selfish as to not notice the sorrow on his faceplates that seemed to have welded itself there permanently? The bot had to bear a huge weight for all of us and the other Autobots that have not reached Earth and my behavior was only adding to it. How could I be so thoughtless?!
Thunder cracked loudly, making everyone, with the exception of myself, jump. We hadn't been getting much rain here in Nevada, even by their standards.
"Alright Miko, I have to get you home before you foster parents start to worry." Bulkhead told the young Japanese girl before collapsing into his alt mode, leaving no room for discussion. Miko groaned loudly in frustration but gathered her schoolwork and hopped in. Bumblebee and Arcee followed suit and gathered their humans for a ride home. Within moments, I was alone in the main room.
I could hear a calm shushing sound from the rain that had begun to pour from the dark grey clouds. I looked around the empty room, allowing the sound of the sad, steady rain fill my spark. There, I concluded that I needed time to think.
Away from the silo.
I punched in coordinates for the Ground Bridge that would take me deeper into the surrounding desert. The swirling green gate lit up, ushering me to my chosen destination. Not even bothering to transform, I walked on my pedes through the Ground Bridge tunnel.
Okay, so how'd I do? Good? Bad? Terrible? If you saw anything grammatically wrong here, feel free to let me know. If you have any suggestions, let me know, as well.