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http://princess-starscream.dreamwidth.org/83247.html ; Chapter One
http://princess-starscream.dreamwidth.org/100388.html ; Chapter Two
http://princess-starscream.dreamwidth.org/130276.html ; Chapter Three
http://princess-starscream.dreamwidth.org/147974.html ; Chapter Four
http://princess-starscream.dreamwidth.org/155180.html ; Chapter Five
Title: Home is Where the Spark is
Chapter 6/9: The Rift
Author: Princess Starscream
Series: IDW G1 AU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jazz/Drift, Megatron/Starscream, Optimus/Ratchet, Shockwave, Soundwave, Arcee, Wheeljack, Air Raid, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bulkhead
Rating/Warning(s): (major character death, slight gore, kissing)
Word Count: 2,320
It didn’t take Drift long to make it to the meeting point for the team; Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Arcee, Bulkhead, Backtrack, Shockstorm, Wheeljack, Air Raid, and Optimus.
Drift wondered how fast they’d try to reject him when they saw that he was trying to take Jazz’s place in the mission.
“Drift?” Optimus asked. He was intrigued by the mech’s sudden presence.
“You need an extra set of swords.” Drift said. He took a spot next to Air Raid, who shot a glare in his direction.
“You aren’t...”
“Qualified?” Drift finished. “Yeah. I got that, but I’m taking Jazz’s place. He’s not well enough to go.”
“I was going to say ‘selected’.” Optimus said. “Wheeljack is filling in for Jazz.”
“But...” Drift looked at the inventor. Optimus couldn’t be serious. Wheeljack’s place was in a lab. Better yet, an isolated bunker for when his experiments went wrong. The poor mech probably wouldn’t know what to do in a potiential high risk combat situation.
“May I speak with you over here?” Optimus stepped away from the group, motioning for Drift to join him.
Sighing, Drift went over to Optimus. Away from the others. “Optimus, you need me.”
“I know.”
“I can offer... wait. What?” Drift was shocked. Did Optimus agree that he needed him?
“You are aware of the territory we are to be entering. That will be vital to the success of the mission.” Optimus clarified. “Your team mates there would not have been too happy about you being selected as a replacement, so I was counting on you wanting to stand in for Jazz.”
Drift looked up at Optimus. “You were?”
“Yes. Initially, I was hoping Jazz would volunteer you to be part of the team with him. Then the unfortunate accident happened.”
“Jazz said I wasn’t qualified.” The words still stung Drift. Especially since Jazz was the one who said it.
“Jazz only said that, because he didn’t want you to come and be shunned from the team.” Optimus explained. “He thought there would be no one here to keep the others in check.”
“Oh.” Drift’s gaze dropped to the ground. “You’re here, though.”
“I am.” Optimus smiled softly. “That is why I am authorizing your placement in this mission.”
“I was such an aft...”
“You’ll get the chance to apologize when we return.”
***
“Everything is in position, my liege.” Shockwave said. He had finished personally inspecting all of the Seeker trine’s traps and tricks for the Autobot team that was to come through according to their secret agent.
“As if things wouldn’t be?” Starscream glowered at Shockwave. The tension between the two mechs was higher than usual. Signs they were both out to please Megatron with their roles in the operation.
“Things have gone wrong on your watch before, Starscream.” Shockwave commented.
“You’re so perfect?” Starscream shot back.
Megatron laughed to himself. The bickering between his commanders ever so amusing. “They banter like younglings.” He said. He turned to Soundwave, who was monitoring the area for Autobot activity. “Wouldn’t you agree, Soundwave?”
“Affirmative, Lord Megatron.” The communications officer droned.
Starscream huffed. His wings flared in frustration. He opened his mouth to spew more insults, but he was cut off my Megatron’s fingers pinching the tip of one of his sensitive wings. A whimper was all he could manage.
Megatron yanked the Seeker towards him. “I trust you’ve done well this time.” He said. “Because, if you’ve failed me again, your punishment will be the only thing you know for many years to come.”
Starscream’s frown was quickly replaced with a smirk. He was more than confident in his work. “I will not fail you, master”
“We’ll see.”
***
Drift stayed close to Optimus. His only ally. He knew the others were talking about him. Watching him, as if at any moment he would turn his swords on them. He tried his best to ignore the group and their accusations. “Care to fill me in about what we are looking for?” Drift inquired.
“An energon mine.” Optimus said.
Drift studied Optimus, raising an optic ridge. “There’s more.”
Optimus lowered his voice. “I’ve heard chatter that one of Shockwave’s various labs was discovered in this area. If we locate it, we might gain access to valuable Decepticon intel to stay ahead of their plans for a change.”
“So, this might be a fool’s errands?” Drift asked.
“Maybe, but these are desperate times.”
“Optimus, up ahead.” Arcee called.
In the distance, Drift could see that they were approaching a mine. It looked abandoned, but he knew better. Not one of Shockwave’s labs, but it had Decepticon trap written all over it.
“Doesn’t feel right.” Drift muttered.
“No it doesn’t.” Optimus paused, looking around for movement. Everything was still. “Everyone be on guard.” He said. He took out his blaster from his subspace pocket.
The group made it to the entrance of the cave. Peering inside, they noted it was pitch black. None of them dare ventured any further.
“We’re not seriously going in there?” Wheeljack asked.
“Aaaah. Ain’t so bad once ya adjust ya optics ta the dark.” A voice came from the shadows.
No else used slang like that. “Jazz?” Drift struggled to see.
A flash of a blue visor and then Jazz popped out into the light in front of the team. Famous big smile plastered across his face. His plating looked clean. No dents, dings, or exposed circuits. Good as new.
“Shiny.” Sunstreaker looked Jazz up and down. “Thought you were tore up pretty bad?” He asked.
“Was.” Jazz glanced at Drift before he continued his exchange with Sunstreaker. “However, Ratch does good work.”
Drift was happy to see Jazz, but he didn’t want to have to make his apology in front of the others.
“Ratchet wouldn’t have released you.” Optimus observed.
“And he didn’t.” Jazz came over to Optimus, saluting him. “Sorry, sir. I woke up in sucha good mood that I had ta get outta there.”
Optimus shook his helm in disapproval. “You should have waited until Ratchet gave you the all clear.”
Jazz bowed his helm. “Apologies, Boss Bot.”
“Who cares if he didn’t get ol’ grumpy’s permission? All that matters is that he’s here with us now giving us a better chance of succeeding.” Bulkhead chimed in.
“Mech, that’s Optimus’s squeeze.” Sunstreaker whispered.
“He went against medical protocol.” Optimus said. He let the comment about Ratchet go, because he knew the medic could be grumpy with the younger Autobots sometimes.
“Uh, why don’t we focus on da tasks and Ratch can yell at me when I get back?” Jazz wandered back into the blackness of the cave.
Drift blinked. Jazz had seen him, right? Was he ignoring him? Or was he just putting on a show for the other Autobots? He was the first to follow in after him, adjusting his optics. Didn’t help much, but at least he could see the mech up ahead of him.
The others started to pile in, turning any light that they could on. Headlights being the most popular option.
Optimus hesitated by the entrance. It wasn’t like Jazz to disobey. It also wasn’t like him to overstep his commander and lead the mission astray. Optimus didn’t feel right about going into the cavern, but he had little choice now that the whole team had followed Jazz in.
“Comin’, Boss Bot?” Jazz called.
Optimus flicked on his headlights and went inside, keeping his optics sharp.
Drift caught up to Jazz, lightly touching his arm to get his attention. “Can we talk?”
“Mission is priority.” Jazz said. “Wait ‘til we get back ta base.” He brushed past Drift.
Drift halted, watching Jazz act like nothing was bothering him at all. Yet, he acted like he didn’t want to have anything to do with Drift too. Drift hated it. “Jazz!”
Jazz turned his attention to Drift.
“I love you and I’m sorry.” Drift said. He didn’t care the other Autobots would hear. It couldn’t wait. He needed Jazz to hear him.
Jazz face softened. “I’m sorry too.”
“How sweet.” A sinister voice came from behind Jazz.
“Jazz, look out!” Drift cried out.
Before Jazz had any time to react, the leader of the Decepticons had grabbed hold of him, rendering him helpless. He struggled, kicking and punching. “Lemme go!” He screamed.
“Megatron.” Optimus gestured to the other Autobots not to make any sudden moves for Jazz’s sake.
“Optimus.” Megatron sneered. “How lovely to see you again.”
Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave appeared beside the war lord, weapons drawn.
“Let him go.” Optimus lowered his blaster, but didn’t dare let it go.
“Why would we do that?” Starscream asked.
“You always let him speak for you?” Sunstreaker said. It earned him an elbow in his side from his twin, warning him not to provoke the Decepticons further.
Starscream threatened to charge the Autobot out of instinct, but was cut off by Soundwave’s arm holding him back, reminding him of the traps set.
Optimus tuned everyone else out and focused solely on Megatron. “What do you want?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Prime?” Megatron aimed his fusion cannon at Jazz’s helm. “I want my victory.”
Shockwave fired a blast toward the cavern wall, setting all the traps off at once.
Each Autobot found himself entangled in chain, netting, or wire. Helpless. All except for Drift, who stood by mouth a gap. Frozen in place, as he tried to process what was happening.
“Traitor.” Air Raid hissed, as soon as he saw that Drift had been spared of the contraptions.
“No...” Drift looked at Air Raid, then back at Jazz still caught in Megatron’s grip.
Laughter erupted from Megatron. “You think he is my double agent?” He moved his cannon away from Jazz’s helm and fired at Drift. The blast sent the mech flying backwards until he slammed into the wall. “Pathetic.”
Air Raid watched the mech be blasted away. The mech he thought was a traitor all this time. “No one else here would betray the Autobot cause.” Air Raid said.
“No?” Megatron released Jazz. “I suppose you’ve all learned to trust too easily.”
“You.” Optimus’s optics went wide.
“He had wonderful teachers, wouldn’t you agree?” Megatron said. He placed a hand on Jazz’s back, patting him roughly.
Jazz didn’t speak or look at the mechs he used to call ‘friends’. The mechs he had betrayed. Instead, he retreated back behind Soundwave.
“Soundwave found him when he was a youngling. Abandoned.” Megatron watched Soundwave give Jazz a quick look over, as he did with his mini-cons each time they came back to him after an operation. “He took him in and shaped the perfect little infiltrator for me. No one would ever suspect such a laid back, music loving mech of being a Decepticon, would they?”
“Jazz, no.” Optimus said. He was in absolute disbelief. Jazz was one of the finest Autobots he had ever come across in all the years there had been a divided Cybertron. No way in the pit was he a Decepticon.
“You can’t be.” Drift had limped back over, energon flowing from his gapping wound in his torso. All of his systems were screaming at him to go into an emergency shutdown, but he fought them to confront Jazz.
Jazz resisted the urge to bury himself into Soundwave. He didn’t want to hear all the ‘whys’. He just wanted to get it over with. Move on. He was back with his family now. Those Autobots didn’t mean anything to him. Drift didn’t mean anything to him... “We coulda been great, if ya stayed a ‘Con, Deadlock.” Jazz said. He called Drift by his Decepticon name on purpose.
“It was a lie?” Drift asked. “Everything you said?”
Jazz nudged Soundwave. “Can we get dis over wit?”
“Answer me!” Drift fell to his knees, unable to stabilize himself any longer.
“My my. I didn’t know Deadlock would fall so hard for someone. He was always a loner type when he was with us.” Starscream commented to Megatron, as the altercation went on.
Jazz clenched his fists and emerged from behind Soundwave. “Course it was. Ya really think someone like me would ever fall for someone like you?”
“Fragger.” Tears pooled at Drift’s optics. Anger, rage, sadness all hit him at once, sending his pain sensors in overdrive. He collapsed the rest of the way to the ground, laying in a pool of his own energon. Emergency shutdown imminent.
“You won’t get away with this, Megatron.” Despite the shock of Jazz’s betrayal, Optimus had to maintain some sort of control over himself to deal with their predicament.
“I already have.” Megatron swiveled his helm toward his minions. “Decepticons, shall we blow this joint?” He sniggered.
Starscream nodded excitedly. “I’d say our work here is done, master.”
Megatron turned. He slipped an arm around Starscream, then headed for the exit, dragging his Seeker along with him.
Shockwave immediately followed after the two mechs.
Soundwave lingered with Jazz, who stared at the Autobots for what was to be the very last time. “You did well.” He said. He placed a reassuring hand on Jazz’s shoulder. Much more gentle than Megatron’s. “Let’s go home.”
“May you rust in peace, Autobots.” Starscream shouted out, as the Decepticons made their way away from the mine. He clutched onto Megatron, milking the praises and attention he was receiving for doing something right.
Moments later, an explosion engulfed the mine, caving it in. Crushing all traces of the Autobot filth forever.
“Music to my audio.” Megatron said. He took Starscream into a ravenous kiss as the start of his celebration.
“Magnificent.” Shockwave commented. He peered back over his shoulder at the glow of the fire now burning at the site of the decimated mine.
Jazz remained close to Soundwave. He pushed down the feelings that were spiraling around within him about the Autobots. The memories he had made with them. Optimus. Drift.
It wasn’t suppose to feel like this...
http://princess-starscream.dreamwidth.org/100388.html ; Chapter Two
http://princess-starscream.dreamwidth.org/130276.html ; Chapter Three
http://princess-starscream.dreamwidth.org/147974.html ; Chapter Four
http://princess-starscream.dreamwidth.org/155180.html ; Chapter Five
Title: Home is Where the Spark is
Chapter 6/9: The Rift
Author: Princess Starscream
Series: IDW G1 AU
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jazz/Drift, Megatron/Starscream, Optimus/Ratchet, Shockwave, Soundwave, Arcee, Wheeljack, Air Raid, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, Bulkhead
Rating/Warning(s): (major character death, slight gore, kissing)
Word Count: 2,320
It didn’t take Drift long to make it to the meeting point for the team; Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Arcee, Bulkhead, Backtrack, Shockstorm, Wheeljack, Air Raid, and Optimus.
Drift wondered how fast they’d try to reject him when they saw that he was trying to take Jazz’s place in the mission.
“Drift?” Optimus asked. He was intrigued by the mech’s sudden presence.
“You need an extra set of swords.” Drift said. He took a spot next to Air Raid, who shot a glare in his direction.
“You aren’t...”
“Qualified?” Drift finished. “Yeah. I got that, but I’m taking Jazz’s place. He’s not well enough to go.”
“I was going to say ‘selected’.” Optimus said. “Wheeljack is filling in for Jazz.”
“But...” Drift looked at the inventor. Optimus couldn’t be serious. Wheeljack’s place was in a lab. Better yet, an isolated bunker for when his experiments went wrong. The poor mech probably wouldn’t know what to do in a potiential high risk combat situation.
“May I speak with you over here?” Optimus stepped away from the group, motioning for Drift to join him.
Sighing, Drift went over to Optimus. Away from the others. “Optimus, you need me.”
“I know.”
“I can offer... wait. What?” Drift was shocked. Did Optimus agree that he needed him?
“You are aware of the territory we are to be entering. That will be vital to the success of the mission.” Optimus clarified. “Your team mates there would not have been too happy about you being selected as a replacement, so I was counting on you wanting to stand in for Jazz.”
Drift looked up at Optimus. “You were?”
“Yes. Initially, I was hoping Jazz would volunteer you to be part of the team with him. Then the unfortunate accident happened.”
“Jazz said I wasn’t qualified.” The words still stung Drift. Especially since Jazz was the one who said it.
“Jazz only said that, because he didn’t want you to come and be shunned from the team.” Optimus explained. “He thought there would be no one here to keep the others in check.”
“Oh.” Drift’s gaze dropped to the ground. “You’re here, though.”
“I am.” Optimus smiled softly. “That is why I am authorizing your placement in this mission.”
“I was such an aft...”
“You’ll get the chance to apologize when we return.”
***
“Everything is in position, my liege.” Shockwave said. He had finished personally inspecting all of the Seeker trine’s traps and tricks for the Autobot team that was to come through according to their secret agent.
“As if things wouldn’t be?” Starscream glowered at Shockwave. The tension between the two mechs was higher than usual. Signs they were both out to please Megatron with their roles in the operation.
“Things have gone wrong on your watch before, Starscream.” Shockwave commented.
“You’re so perfect?” Starscream shot back.
Megatron laughed to himself. The bickering between his commanders ever so amusing. “They banter like younglings.” He said. He turned to Soundwave, who was monitoring the area for Autobot activity. “Wouldn’t you agree, Soundwave?”
“Affirmative, Lord Megatron.” The communications officer droned.
Starscream huffed. His wings flared in frustration. He opened his mouth to spew more insults, but he was cut off my Megatron’s fingers pinching the tip of one of his sensitive wings. A whimper was all he could manage.
Megatron yanked the Seeker towards him. “I trust you’ve done well this time.” He said. “Because, if you’ve failed me again, your punishment will be the only thing you know for many years to come.”
Starscream’s frown was quickly replaced with a smirk. He was more than confident in his work. “I will not fail you, master”
“We’ll see.”
***
Drift stayed close to Optimus. His only ally. He knew the others were talking about him. Watching him, as if at any moment he would turn his swords on them. He tried his best to ignore the group and their accusations. “Care to fill me in about what we are looking for?” Drift inquired.
“An energon mine.” Optimus said.
Drift studied Optimus, raising an optic ridge. “There’s more.”
Optimus lowered his voice. “I’ve heard chatter that one of Shockwave’s various labs was discovered in this area. If we locate it, we might gain access to valuable Decepticon intel to stay ahead of their plans for a change.”
“So, this might be a fool’s errands?” Drift asked.
“Maybe, but these are desperate times.”
“Optimus, up ahead.” Arcee called.
In the distance, Drift could see that they were approaching a mine. It looked abandoned, but he knew better. Not one of Shockwave’s labs, but it had Decepticon trap written all over it.
“Doesn’t feel right.” Drift muttered.
“No it doesn’t.” Optimus paused, looking around for movement. Everything was still. “Everyone be on guard.” He said. He took out his blaster from his subspace pocket.
The group made it to the entrance of the cave. Peering inside, they noted it was pitch black. None of them dare ventured any further.
“We’re not seriously going in there?” Wheeljack asked.
“Aaaah. Ain’t so bad once ya adjust ya optics ta the dark.” A voice came from the shadows.
No else used slang like that. “Jazz?” Drift struggled to see.
A flash of a blue visor and then Jazz popped out into the light in front of the team. Famous big smile plastered across his face. His plating looked clean. No dents, dings, or exposed circuits. Good as new.
“Shiny.” Sunstreaker looked Jazz up and down. “Thought you were tore up pretty bad?” He asked.
“Was.” Jazz glanced at Drift before he continued his exchange with Sunstreaker. “However, Ratch does good work.”
Drift was happy to see Jazz, but he didn’t want to have to make his apology in front of the others.
“Ratchet wouldn’t have released you.” Optimus observed.
“And he didn’t.” Jazz came over to Optimus, saluting him. “Sorry, sir. I woke up in sucha good mood that I had ta get outta there.”
Optimus shook his helm in disapproval. “You should have waited until Ratchet gave you the all clear.”
Jazz bowed his helm. “Apologies, Boss Bot.”
“Who cares if he didn’t get ol’ grumpy’s permission? All that matters is that he’s here with us now giving us a better chance of succeeding.” Bulkhead chimed in.
“Mech, that’s Optimus’s squeeze.” Sunstreaker whispered.
“He went against medical protocol.” Optimus said. He let the comment about Ratchet go, because he knew the medic could be grumpy with the younger Autobots sometimes.
“Uh, why don’t we focus on da tasks and Ratch can yell at me when I get back?” Jazz wandered back into the blackness of the cave.
Drift blinked. Jazz had seen him, right? Was he ignoring him? Or was he just putting on a show for the other Autobots? He was the first to follow in after him, adjusting his optics. Didn’t help much, but at least he could see the mech up ahead of him.
The others started to pile in, turning any light that they could on. Headlights being the most popular option.
Optimus hesitated by the entrance. It wasn’t like Jazz to disobey. It also wasn’t like him to overstep his commander and lead the mission astray. Optimus didn’t feel right about going into the cavern, but he had little choice now that the whole team had followed Jazz in.
“Comin’, Boss Bot?” Jazz called.
Optimus flicked on his headlights and went inside, keeping his optics sharp.
Drift caught up to Jazz, lightly touching his arm to get his attention. “Can we talk?”
“Mission is priority.” Jazz said. “Wait ‘til we get back ta base.” He brushed past Drift.
Drift halted, watching Jazz act like nothing was bothering him at all. Yet, he acted like he didn’t want to have anything to do with Drift too. Drift hated it. “Jazz!”
Jazz turned his attention to Drift.
“I love you and I’m sorry.” Drift said. He didn’t care the other Autobots would hear. It couldn’t wait. He needed Jazz to hear him.
Jazz face softened. “I’m sorry too.”
“How sweet.” A sinister voice came from behind Jazz.
“Jazz, look out!” Drift cried out.
Before Jazz had any time to react, the leader of the Decepticons had grabbed hold of him, rendering him helpless. He struggled, kicking and punching. “Lemme go!” He screamed.
“Megatron.” Optimus gestured to the other Autobots not to make any sudden moves for Jazz’s sake.
“Optimus.” Megatron sneered. “How lovely to see you again.”
Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave appeared beside the war lord, weapons drawn.
“Let him go.” Optimus lowered his blaster, but didn’t dare let it go.
“Why would we do that?” Starscream asked.
“You always let him speak for you?” Sunstreaker said. It earned him an elbow in his side from his twin, warning him not to provoke the Decepticons further.
Starscream threatened to charge the Autobot out of instinct, but was cut off by Soundwave’s arm holding him back, reminding him of the traps set.
Optimus tuned everyone else out and focused solely on Megatron. “What do you want?”
“Isn’t it obvious, Prime?” Megatron aimed his fusion cannon at Jazz’s helm. “I want my victory.”
Shockwave fired a blast toward the cavern wall, setting all the traps off at once.
Each Autobot found himself entangled in chain, netting, or wire. Helpless. All except for Drift, who stood by mouth a gap. Frozen in place, as he tried to process what was happening.
“Traitor.” Air Raid hissed, as soon as he saw that Drift had been spared of the contraptions.
“No...” Drift looked at Air Raid, then back at Jazz still caught in Megatron’s grip.
Laughter erupted from Megatron. “You think he is my double agent?” He moved his cannon away from Jazz’s helm and fired at Drift. The blast sent the mech flying backwards until he slammed into the wall. “Pathetic.”
Air Raid watched the mech be blasted away. The mech he thought was a traitor all this time. “No one else here would betray the Autobot cause.” Air Raid said.
“No?” Megatron released Jazz. “I suppose you’ve all learned to trust too easily.”
“You.” Optimus’s optics went wide.
“He had wonderful teachers, wouldn’t you agree?” Megatron said. He placed a hand on Jazz’s back, patting him roughly.
Jazz didn’t speak or look at the mechs he used to call ‘friends’. The mechs he had betrayed. Instead, he retreated back behind Soundwave.
“Soundwave found him when he was a youngling. Abandoned.” Megatron watched Soundwave give Jazz a quick look over, as he did with his mini-cons each time they came back to him after an operation. “He took him in and shaped the perfect little infiltrator for me. No one would ever suspect such a laid back, music loving mech of being a Decepticon, would they?”
“Jazz, no.” Optimus said. He was in absolute disbelief. Jazz was one of the finest Autobots he had ever come across in all the years there had been a divided Cybertron. No way in the pit was he a Decepticon.
“You can’t be.” Drift had limped back over, energon flowing from his gapping wound in his torso. All of his systems were screaming at him to go into an emergency shutdown, but he fought them to confront Jazz.
Jazz resisted the urge to bury himself into Soundwave. He didn’t want to hear all the ‘whys’. He just wanted to get it over with. Move on. He was back with his family now. Those Autobots didn’t mean anything to him. Drift didn’t mean anything to him... “We coulda been great, if ya stayed a ‘Con, Deadlock.” Jazz said. He called Drift by his Decepticon name on purpose.
“It was a lie?” Drift asked. “Everything you said?”
Jazz nudged Soundwave. “Can we get dis over wit?”
“Answer me!” Drift fell to his knees, unable to stabilize himself any longer.
“My my. I didn’t know Deadlock would fall so hard for someone. He was always a loner type when he was with us.” Starscream commented to Megatron, as the altercation went on.
Jazz clenched his fists and emerged from behind Soundwave. “Course it was. Ya really think someone like me would ever fall for someone like you?”
“Fragger.” Tears pooled at Drift’s optics. Anger, rage, sadness all hit him at once, sending his pain sensors in overdrive. He collapsed the rest of the way to the ground, laying in a pool of his own energon. Emergency shutdown imminent.
“You won’t get away with this, Megatron.” Despite the shock of Jazz’s betrayal, Optimus had to maintain some sort of control over himself to deal with their predicament.
“I already have.” Megatron swiveled his helm toward his minions. “Decepticons, shall we blow this joint?” He sniggered.
Starscream nodded excitedly. “I’d say our work here is done, master.”
Megatron turned. He slipped an arm around Starscream, then headed for the exit, dragging his Seeker along with him.
Shockwave immediately followed after the two mechs.
Soundwave lingered with Jazz, who stared at the Autobots for what was to be the very last time. “You did well.” He said. He placed a reassuring hand on Jazz’s shoulder. Much more gentle than Megatron’s. “Let’s go home.”
“May you rust in peace, Autobots.” Starscream shouted out, as the Decepticons made their way away from the mine. He clutched onto Megatron, milking the praises and attention he was receiving for doing something right.
Moments later, an explosion engulfed the mine, caving it in. Crushing all traces of the Autobot filth forever.
“Music to my audio.” Megatron said. He took Starscream into a ravenous kiss as the start of his celebration.
“Magnificent.” Shockwave commented. He peered back over his shoulder at the glow of the fire now burning at the site of the decimated mine.
Jazz remained close to Soundwave. He pushed down the feelings that were spiraling around within him about the Autobots. The memories he had made with them. Optimus. Drift.
It wasn’t suppose to feel like this...
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Date: 2014-04-05 08:47 pm (UTC)From:Poor Drift... ;-;
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Date: 2014-04-05 08:53 pm (UTC)From:Yeah, I'm not being very nice to him right now. =(
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Date: 2014-04-05 09:01 pm (UTC)From:*Scoops Drift up and hugs him*
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Date: 2014-04-05 09:04 pm (UTC)From:Drift: *Sniff, buries into hugs* She hates me. ;-;
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Date: 2014-04-05 09:06 pm (UTC)From:*Pats Drift* There, there... things will get better soon.
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Date: 2014-04-05 09:18 pm (UTC)From:Drift: I'm dead! How will things get better soon?! *Sobs*
xP
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Date: 2014-04-05 09:19 pm (UTC)From:*To Drift* Come now, there's no way you're dead in the fanfic... she made it sound like you and the other 'Bots went boom.
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Date: 2014-04-05 09:25 pm (UTC)From:Drift: Exactly! Everyone's dead! I'm dead! *Falls to his knees and curses the skies.*
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Date: 2014-04-05 09:27 pm (UTC)From:*Pats Drift* There, there...