Epilogue
2nd January, 2006
0204 hours
He rolled over in his berth and stretched his legs to try and work out an annoying kink he'd earned from falling down a flight of stairs after, ah, as Rodimus was saying, 'an event requiring excessive fuelling to ensure no offence is given to the human culture on the first day of their planetary solar cycle', aka, 'I got drunk off my aft'.
Thankfully Magnus didn't see, that mech had been on the bureaucratic rampage after the recent events, which Rodimus was glad to report was over.
Sideswipe had been found with badly damaged legs in a small pit off one of the tunnels. His damage wasn't anything a rather nervous First Aid couldn't handle, who's own injuries had been repaired quite nicely by a femme medic in training.
The twins were happy to be back together, sane, well, sane for them and free from any ghostly goings on. They had made a series of jokes about how it was a great way to mandatory time off, until Magnus over heard and they were now due to start their shifts in four hours – Sunstreaker giving a quick snarky remark that it was more then enough time to recover from the recent festivities.
Perceptor had retreated to his lab to try and repair some of the damage, but ended up in his quarters trying to figure out what had happened to him and what the logic was behind it.
Chip woke up, was mentally stable, but would require another few weeks in care to insure his other physical injuries didn't worsen, this of course, provided him with ample time to do his own report writing about the events and his own experience – he didn't remember being a child, he just remembered being in that place, he wouldn't' say much more – explaining people would just have to wait until his report was finished.
Spike, well, Spike got a bollocking from his wife. However, everyone was surprised when Carly received a phone call from Magnus explaining the situation and how what Spike had done went beyond anything anyone would have asked of him, beyond his duties and as such was worthy of great respect and admiration as many would be dead had it not been for Spike, so, that thoughtful gift from Magnus got him out of the dog box.
Ultra Magnus had gotten back to his usual duties ASAP and didn't take any of First Aid's advice as to "taking it easy".
The mech, who's name Rodimus didn't know, was due to be given a full funeral service in a few days – it was decided it best that given the current human calendar events being very happy and alcohol filled, individuals would most likely be in no respectful demure to participate in such a solemn ceremony, as according to Ultra Magnus.
The other Autobots went about their business as nothing had happened, and for many of them, nothing had happened, and those that heard about it, didn't believe it.
Squaring up the bill, as the saying went, with the humans who Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had "annoyed" on their little rampage was a little more involved and Rodimus was sure they weren't going to hear the end of it.
It truly had been an awful year, Rodimus reflected as he stared up at the ceiling, having given up on working out that kink. So much death and suffering and general calamity, on all sides involved, it really was unfair. But life moved on, it had to, people couldn't just sit gloom filled on the sidelines and watch as existence passed them by. Rodimus was now leader of the Autobots, he couldn't mope about such things.
"2006 will be a good year".
He said out loud.
He rolled over fidgeted with his arms to find a comfortable position, craned his neck and buried his head in his pillow a little deeper, just as his kink worked itself out.
FIN –
Author's NB: Hehe, I was actually going to kill Rodimus, but thought better of it. As it stands, I'm not sure if I'm happy with this ending.
And I had actually intended for this to be a highly amusing romp where Ratchet haunted the twins for a few chapters, instead, it turned into this. Well, thanks for reading!