Diclaimer - Transformers (c) Hasbro
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When you have plenty of ammo, you can't miss.
When you're low on ammo, you can't hit the broad side of
a barn.
Ironhide growled as he laid cover fire for Optimus to reach Megatron. He still had plenty of ammo, so he could keep this up for a while if he so desired, but once Prime
reached Megatron, he turned his focus to Soundwave, who was bearing down on Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. He began to fire, forcing the casette player back. Sideswipe gave him a thumbs up as he rounded on Soundwave, engaging the bigger blue mech.
Ironhide moved to cover Ratchet as he worked on Sunstreaker, when a blast from Megatron's fusion cannon missed Prime by an inch. He raised his gun, and fired, missing Megatron by a mile. He frowned.
Odd. He never missed.
He shrugged it off and went back to the fight, scowling when Scrappper started firing on him. He returned the shots, sighing in satisfaction when Scrapper went down, and into stasis. He ducked incoming fire, and took shelter behind a rock, returning the fire. A loud clang resounded, and Optimus staggered, leaving himself wide open. Ironhide and Ratchet both began to fire, their guns clicking uselessly. They exchanged panicked looks for a second before Ironhide was moving, intercepting the Decepticon leader, fighting him back with his bare hands.
Megatron snarled at Ironhide, and lifting his fusion cannon, fired it, the shot going wide. Ironhide didn't have time to thank Primus before both he and Optimus were attacking Megatron. Megatron broke away from them, and before either Ironhide or Optimus could do anything more to him, called a retreat.
The Autobots cheered as the 'Cons flew away, leaving them to get their wounded back to the Ark where Ratchet, Wheeljack and First Aid could treat them. Optimus fell into step beside Ironhide. "Thank you, old friend."
Ironhide waved the thanks away. "Don' mention it, Prime. Ya woulda done the same for any of us."
Optimus smiled, then slid a glance over at the weapons specialist. "So, why were you using your fists when you could have used your gun?"
Ironhide's shoulders hunched. "I was outta ammo. An' when I was runnin' low, I wasn't able to hit anythin'. Not for lack of tryin' on my part."
"So you used your fists? Really, Ironhide. Come now, use that processor of yours some time. I don't want Chromia coming down here and tearing me a new one because I let her mate die." Optimus said with a laugh.
Ironhide shrugged. "It seemed like the thing to do at the time."
Optimus shook his head as the pair entered the Ark. "If you say so, Ironhide, if you say so."
Mirage had followed the pair, shaking his head. It looked like Murphy's law applied to Ironhide as well. At least he wasn't alone.
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A/N - Poor Ironhide. Sorry about the delay in getting it up, I had some trouble figuring out how to start the chapter, so I'm surprised it turned out half as well as it did. Well, read, review, and lemme know what you think!