Another night, another damp, misty morning.
They walked slowly, not wanting to get lost in the thick fog. Optimus forbade separation, he would prefer everyone to stay close, in case of an sudden threat.
Prowl was in the front, the twins followed him closely, staring intently into the white, dense fog, protecting Prime on the sides, who was again carrying the injured medic on his own back. Ratchet himself was quiet and calm. He did not protest anymore, he did not try to persuade Optimus to abandon him, he did not complain about pain and discomfort.
His silence worried Wheeljack. With each passing day of their journey, Wheeljack became more and
Optimus decided to stay in one place for a few days.
He did it against his own instincts not to stay in the open for a long time.
During those few days, they tried to live as always. Everyone in turn took part in the hunt, the twins tried to raise the moods in the herd, trying to make small pranks. Watchful Prowl was constantly looking out for dangers, Jazz was serious and unnatural, clearly wanting to impress a new colleague.
Wheeljack focused all his attention on Ratchet, and Jolt helped others with their less serious wounds.
Optimus had to admit that he liked this young female. With her optimism and youth she brought a fresh breeze t
Ratchet's paws stopped working. When he fell, he could not get up anymore. He was breathing heavily as if the rain on him was choking him. He did not hear or was unable to answer the question waves asked by Wheeljack. He heard nothing but his own breathy breathing and the sound of water.
"Optimus, he must rest. The effort is too big for him. He isn’t as young as he once was…" Wheeljack shouted, as if shouting to reach the conscience of the leader. But he did not have to do it. Looking at the friend lying on the wet ground, Prime's guilty conscience. Once again that day, he doubted the rightness of his decisions.
Perhaps he s
Ratchet looked around uncertainly, keeping his eyes on each in turn, as if trying to match name to the face. Instinctively, he knew that something was wrong with him, since recognition of those close to you it took him so long.
"What happened?" He asked looking at Wheeljack. "What are you doing here, Jack?"
Hearing this question, the smile from Wheeljack muzzle disappeared.
"What do you remember last time Ratchet? Do you remember the fire? Megatron? Sentinel? "
For a moment everyone looked in silence at the confused Ratchet. The medic looked around again, glanced around at the wolves standing nearby, and suddenly Jack saw in his ey
Everyone greedily took advantage of the rest, although in reality no one was able to fall asleep.
Wheeljack took advantage of the moment searching for herbs.
Others lay in silence, listening to possible dangers.
Bumblebee also could not stop the race of thought. He could hear the whisper of Optimus, his apology, and relieved, knowing that Optimus was not mad at him. He knew what he was feeling. He knew this pain, betrayal, powerlessness. He was never mad at him, he was glad that Prime was again the old, calm and caring Optimus, not the evil, hurled by the worst emotions of a foreign direwolf. But every time he closed his eyes, he could s
It took them more time to reach the riverbed than Optimus predicted.
It was mainly due to Ratchet. The wounded medic barely shoved his paws. Clash with the Sentinel and escape from the fire exhausted him.
All of Wheeljack's previous work in clearing his wounds had gone. In the chaos of battle, Ratchet's wounds were reopened and dirtied with sand and soil.
Optimus turned and looked at his old friend.
Ratchet didn’t look back. He didn’t look at anyone. His gaze was on his own paws, forcing them to take each step after another.
He was breathing heavily, barely catching another breath. Blood leaking from the wounds on his face, mixed
Webs of Beautiful Demise - Epilogue by PurrV, literature
Literature
Webs of Beautiful Demise - Epilogue
Webs of Beautiful Demise - Epilogue
RID2015 Sideswipe and Jazz, featuring Aiuke's OC, Spiderbite
WARNINGS mild robot slash
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A few days had passed since Sideswipe had met the well mannered and devious metal surgeon, Spiderbite, but for the red mech it felt like only hours ago he was held captive. Upon returning to base, he was welcomed with Bumblebee's concern and Strongarm's rage, the pair of them expressing their delight, and in their own unique way, that their young friend had returned home. Grimlock was alright too, after being trapped in a web for a few hours until J