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3 - Silly - Ironhide n LennoxThe clatter of body armor and weaponry was almost unheard over the deafening roar of the engine of the Autobot the soldiers rode upon. Ironhide didn't mind being used for transport, after all. He was the largest, most open-bodied of the bots that were not kept for more severe situations Optimus, during these sorts of missions, was usually resigned to a transport aircraft high above whatever city they were heading to.
Nearest to the cab rode Major Will Lennox, his hand always resting in the same spot against the big black truck's frame. For the both of them, it was a sign of the friendship they shared... one most humans would never have the opportunity to experience. Smell 'im yet, Ironhide? he questioned. We're getting' restless back here.
Ironhide snorted a response through the smokestacks at his sides, giving his huge body a shake so much like the big bloodhound Sgt. Robert Epps had nick
Lullaby for RatchetCybertron pre-Movies, still fairly early in the war. Ironhide/Ratchet comfortyness.
The door between the medbay and recovery slid aside with a soft hiss.
Ironhide was pulled out of recharge once again, blinking momentarily in the dim light. The weapons specialist was attempting to shake off the aftereffects of a mortar round to the chest, which had also left shrapnel imbedded in his neck and shoulder. Once the plating and underlying components had been mended and the foreign scrap removed, he had been laid out in recovery to let his self-repair systems finish the job. Recharge cycles post-op were always restless and fraught with breaks; pain, some error or alert, system demands for energon or the rounds from the medics.
Other recently repaired warriors had slowly been brought in, filling the room. The black mech had come to when most of them were escorted in and settled onto a berth by the unassuming figure of F
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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