Title: Song #9 - "Andare" by Ludovico Einaudi.
Pairings: Implied Ratchet x OC
Rating: PG for some darkness.
Warnings: Crack, some angst.
Author's Note: Transformers is not mine. Transformers belongs to Hasbro. No copyright infringement is intended; I'm just playing with the characters.
She had been named after the acid that fell from the skies of Cybertron.
He cupped his hand and held it out, watching as the tiny droplets splattered in his hand. The soft pit-pats of the water hitting his armor was barely audible over the rolling thunder and the occasional crack of lightning. He turned his gaze up to the horizon. The sun was just setting, throwing bright rays of sunlight into the chaos of the storm.
She had been as wild and tempestuous as the storm clouds roiling overhead.
Ratchet sighed and retracted his hand, wiping the water onto his thigh. He crossed his arms over his chest. Silent, lost to his thoughts of the femme he had once loved. Rain, he mouthed silently, rolling the vowels around his vocalizer. A small grimace crossed his face plate as the pure thoughts turned dark and violent.
She had been beautiful, even with his sire's energon splattered on her chest and arms.
There was another boom of thunder from overhead. The rain began to pour down harder as the wind picked up. He took a step back into the airplane hangar to avoid getting wet. Soft puffs of humid air swept up to his scent receptors – soft, musty, and earthy. Full of the promise of life.
She had been turned Decepticon by the Megatron's seductive words and ideals.
Ratchet bowed his head, his spark weighing heavily in its casing. He was the last of his aristocratic family line; a peaceful line of researchers, scientists, and doctors. She had been the daughter of an inner city merchant. Their love had been forbidden, but they had pursued it nonetheless. Autobots had favored absolute rule by the Prime; the Decepticons had favored rule by majority. Politics had torn them apart. Stubborn pride had kept them that way.
She had unknowingly taken his sons with her to the Decepticon side.
Ratchet turned away from the open doors, leaning against the wall heavily. His spark still ached for the young sparklings that she had been forced to abandon. He still remembered the night she showed up at the front entrance of their base, both tiny sparklings in her arms. After giving them to Prowl, she had melted into the darkness. He never saw her again.
She had nearly driven him insane when they were a couple.
Her playful pranks were spectacular, if not occasionally painful and embarrassing.
Her vanity was nearly insufferable, to the point where would spend a full joor polishing her armor.
Ratchet smiled slightly when Sunstreaker heaved Sideswipe over his shoulder and pounced on his brother. The yells grew louder. The insults grew more vulgar. As he waded into the fight and pried the mechs apart by the scruff, he felt a small smile quirk the side of his mouth up.