TFP Fanfiction
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Thread Topic: TFP Fanfiction
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Thunder & Lighting
Boom! Ratchet rolled his optics, wrench in hand. "FRAG! That storm had better not-" Crack! The lights and counsel flickered off. "SLAG IT!"
Optimus put a hand on the CMO's shoulder. "Calm down, old friend. We have all had a rough and long day. Why don't you get some recharge?"
Ratchet sighed and let the wrench clatter to the floor. "Damn storm... Slaggin' lightning... Friggin' weather..." the medic grumbled, stomping to his berthroom.
Optimus waited for everyone to leave before slipping into his own personal quarters. A loud crack made him jump and tremble.
He whimpered and sat down, shivering, pulling his knees up against his chest. "G-go away," he warned the storm helplessly. "L-leave me alone!"
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Ratchet woke up to a warning in his processor. His energy fuel was getting low. He cursed and got up, exiting and heading to the energon storage.
There was a loud bang followed by- a yell? He paused and put his audio receptors on high. Crack! There it was again. Someone was DEFINITELY crying in fear and agony.
Arcee? No. And it couldn't be Bumblebee or Bulkhead. Their rooms were farther away, and these yelps sounded prettu close. That only left-
Optimus Prime's door was closed. Ratchet carefully opened it and felt his optics widen in shock. He had definitely NOT expected this...
Optimus was cowering in a corner, sobbing like a newborn sparkling. Another bang shook the base, making the poor Prime jump. "Oh, Optimus..."
Optimus looked up, almost immediately tried to wipe the tears away. Ratchet shushed him and sat down, rubbing his back and making nonsense noises.
It's not like the medic hadn't seen this before. Many mechs and femmes acted this way, especially after a war or the death of a loved one.
They hated loud noises; it reminded them of guns firing and screams of pure agony as 'bots were extinguished for good. It was horrible.
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Arcee shot up, the images of Cliffjumper and Tailgate still sharp in her mind. She shook her helm, trying desperately to clear it.
She got up and let her legs carry her to where ever the heck they wanted. They were bringing her to the energon storage. She just wondered not paying much attention to anything.
Then, something caught her eye. Usually, mechs and femmes had their doors closed at night. Optimus', however, was wide open. Controlled by curiosity, she stuck her helm in.
That was not expected. Optimus was snuggled up against Ratchet, his trembling figure jumping everytime thunder cracked. She pulled out slowly. Nope. Nuh-uh.
Getting energon, and that was IT. -
Tell me if you like this!!!
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Just trying to be polite, but may you please attempt to transport this to the right location?
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Oops... I didn't know that even existed! Lol!
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