This song belongs to Brandi Carlile. I don't own it, or Transformers. WARNING: DEATH FIC
I was made for you.
Ratchet woke from recharge to the sound of music. Silently, he got to his feet, peering through the open doorway of his office into med bay. A sad smile touched his lips at the scene in front of him. The ever present goofy grin was gone from Sideswipe's face as he sat beside his brother's side, foreheads touching in a way the medic had seen thousands of times. It had been an awful defeat. Sunstreaker had taken a plasma blade through the chest and Ratchet had been forced to weld his spark casing shut right there on the battle field. He had off-lined twice on the way back to base and once in the med bay. Even now, Ratchet wasn't sure he would come out of it.
To his surprise, Sideswipe was singing to his brother.
All of these lines across my skin...
Tell you the story of who I am...
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am...
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to...
It's true... I was made for you...
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby, I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah, you do...
And I was made for you.
You see this smile that's on my mouth,
It's hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through, the way you do...
And I was made for you...
All of these lines across my skin...
Tell you the story of who I am...
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am...
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to...
It's true... I was made for you...
Sideswipe's shoulder's began to shake, his voice cracking with sobs. It was then, Ratchet noticed the spark monitor had been disconnected. His spark turned to ice as he realized what it meant. Sideswipe had disconnected it so that the alarm in his office wouldn't go off when Sunstreaker off-lined for good.
He had known.
Energon tears silently slipping down his cheeks, Ratchet turned and went back to his office.
The sound of a single plasma rifle shot closed the last chapter of the story of the twins, leaving him alone with the memories of what had been.
All of these lines across my skin...
Tell you the story of who I am...
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am...
