Hello, all! This is my first try at Transformers fanfiction, so bear with me. As for the pairing, I have read a few amazing Barricade/Mikaela stories and they inspired me to take a whack at it. I have came to really like the pairing and intend to write more on this story...it stared as something small, but ideas have grown, and I intend to add more chapters.
Soo, happy reading, and tell me what you think!
~SpiritOfMetal
The creaking of an immense conifer tree shattered the silence of the forest. It groaned and cracked, slowly bending into the shape of the creature slouching against it.
The creature appeared to be a large, frightening hunk of metal that moved in ways Earth creatures could not. It creaked every time it moved, and ragged coughs escaped it every few moments. It was obviously in some kind of pain.
Its ruby-red eyes were the only light in the dark of the forest. They faintly glowed and dimmed with the creatures labored movements. From the glow of its eyes, a white plate on its arm was visible, and on it read the word POLICE. Mud and dust discolored it's white paint.
The creature could only be identified as non-other then Barricade, the Decepticon hunter.
Barricade shakily tried to plant his feet back on the ground and stand, but with no luck. His legs gave way and he collapsed, landing on his abdomen with a crash that shook the forest to its roots. A brief shower of pinecones pelted his back, but he did not move. A low, gurgling growl escaped from his vocal processors, and it soon escalated into a howl of pure agony. It cut through the air and echoed off the distant Nevada mountains, stopping animals in their tracks from miles away.
Barricade weakly moved his arms, long fingers splaying against the ground. He pushed, trying to bring his spiky metal face up from the pine-needles and soil, but a sudden flash of white pain ripped through his sensors and he collapsed once again. He moaned, its deep, tone making his chest armor vibrate. He clenched his teeth, and his eye shutters blinked slowly. It this how I'm going to die? Out in the middle of the wilderness, armor planted in soil? With no…no other sounds to listen to then my own cries? No Decepticons, no Autobots, not even an organic form to witness my offlining?
He began to loose focus of the world around him, his visual sensors slowly deteriorating. His audio sensors were still functioning, and yet he could hear nothing. No wind. No footsteps. No pulse of spark or heartbeat. He was truly alone. Barricade shuttered his eyes closed. No…no, I wish to remain on this planet. I don't care who my allegiance belongs to, as long as I can stay. This planet is somewhat interesting, even with its nearly unbearable inhabitants…
Barricade tensed as another wave of pain seared through his body. I-I-I don't even know what's wrong with…h-help…please, anybody…
Barricade groaned,his voice cracking. Pain seemed to pulse from everywhere on his form. He began to feel his audio sensors fade, and his thought process was dimming.
It's inevitable…but only if I had a second chance…I could do things…if it's…possible…
Barricade suddenly became aware of his whole being not responding. He could feel nothing, and only his mind remained…yet he could feel that beginning to dematerialize at the edges.
No pain…its coming…yet, it feels…peaceful. Barricade could not recall feeling peace at any point in his life. He never knew what that human word meant until now.
If I could only have life…again.
At that thought, Barricade was enveloped in stillness. He did not feel, hear, sense, or process. He was still, and gave into the Earth below him. His body creaked as it relaxed into the soil.
* * *
An owl flew on silent wings onto a branch of the conifer tree Barricade had previously used as a crutch. It casually preened its stomach feathers, then froze as it caught sight of the large, dark bulk on the ground below it. The owl watched it with round amber eyes. The black hulk didn't move. The owl bobbed its head. It could see that the object was not a threat. It puffed up its feathers and relaxed them, then opened its beak and sung its haunting midnight chorus. It glided off as the sun began to peak over the distant mountains, slowly brightening the land.
Mist hung over the forest, and Barricades form dripped with the night's condensation. He didn't move an inch when some of it found its way into his black, shuttered eyes.
The sun rose higher in the sky, gleaming off of his windshield plates. The forest came alive, and was cautious of the hulk in its midst, yet accepted it. Birds soon landed on his appendages and chipmunks scurried underneath his outstretched fingers. A raccoon even dared to wander close enough to get an eyeful of his shiny face plates. It tentatively reached a paw forward and placed it upon one of his cheek plates. The raccoon stood frozen, then suddenly jerked its paw away. It let out a low his, then bounded away into the underbrush.
Oh, poor 'Cade...*tear*