Five Drabbles

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

All are rated G
Continuities Mixed
Characters: Skyfire; Ironhide; Wing, Deadlock/Drift; Barricade; the Fallen
A few proper drabbles (exactly 100 words apiece! :D)
I didn't want to post just one, because wow, that would spam like crazy. So have a batch of five! :D

 

 

 G1
Skyfire
Starting over

Skyfire bent over, the ceilings of the Autobot ship too low for his large frame. He compressed his wings, trying to dip them down, press them tight against his body. He could already sense that his life here would be defined by this, confined by this: not to take up too much room. Be small.

He smiled, wanly, back at the eager, curious faces around him, a sky of blue stars, glowing, but the glow was cold, distant, colder than the ice that had imprisoned him, mute, immobile, while all around him the world he knew had changed without him.

 

 

G
Bayverse
Ironhide
‘ice’

Ironhide frowned, hands empty of weapons. Victory, or at least peace, of two long years had begun eating into him, etching like acid. Peace didn’t seem to sit as heavily and uncomfortably on the others, and he couldn’t help, in this too long quiet time, ask himself how much it had to do with…him.  His own past, stepping over that line from Decepticon to Autobot, proving in a moment how easy it was, how thin the line.

And sometimes he wondered, when he allowed himself to wonder, how things would be now if it had been Optimus trapped under ice.

 

 

 

G
IDW
Wing, Deadlock/Drift
‘Pain’

Wing knew enough of Decepticon ways that he knew this was how it had to be: pummeling  the new, white armor of he who had been Deadlock, he who was becoming/rebecoming Drift;  using Drift’s weight and momentum against him; using pain as a language, calling Drift home.  

Drift staggered up, each time, and each time he was that much less Deadlock.  With each fall, with each dent, each spark from a snapped wire, he shed more and more of his Decepticon ways. 

Wing hated the contingency, but he knew enough of redemption to know that there was no other way.

 

 

G
Bayverse
Barricade
‘lulled’

Barricade’s headlamps picked out the luminescent lines on the sun-whitened road.  Mile after mile, the dotted lines stitched a steady line into the darkness, away from darkness, and Barricade was, at times, the only spot of moving light in the night. Without those lines and the feel of the pavement beneath his tires, he’d have thought he was floating, unmoving, still.

His cortex stormed with unwelcome thoughts: abandoned, left, useless, lost, everyone’s gone, what next? What next?

He didn’t know so he pushed on through the velvet darkness.

It felt like going somewhere, and that was good enough for now.

 

 

 

Bayverse
The Fallen
Sounds.

These are the sounds he tries not to hear: the whisperings of his long-dead brothers. Sometimes they accuse, sometimes plead, sometimes just ask, ‘why?’ ‘why?’  They never leave him alone, burdening him, bothering him like the heavy ancient dust they were. 

They call him by the name he has long abjured, his past, something he no longer is.  He cut the bonds that connected that name to him, him to them him, paltry syllables.  “Megatronus,” they whisper, as though it would bind him back, as though it could summon mercy.

Their thin magic is useless: the Fallen knows no mercy.

 

Comments

[ithilgwath.livejournal.com]

wow. The Ironhide one just kinda... knocked me on my ass.

[niyazi-a.livejournal.com]

It's one of those weird logic holes in Bayverse to me, esp the 07 movie--even when Bee is captured by the humans (and isn't that a gut-wrenching scene?) Optimus is still willing to work with humans.

[ithilgwath.livejournal.com]

yeah I know I would have been pissed as all get out if I had been one of his soldiers and... yeahhh...

And then also, the million dollar question at the end... what WOULD the world have been like if Optimus had been the one trapped in ice rather than Megatron.