Fanfic: Another Tomorrow [part 18]
Title: Another Tomorrow
Status: COMPLETE
Continuity: Beast Wars
Character(s): Waspinator
Summary: It's easy to pick up the pieces. However, it's not always so simple to put them back together correctly.
Notes: Some stories have happy endings. Some stories have surprise endings. Some stories have sad endings. This story just has an ending.
Not much had changed.
When he looked at the other Predacons, Waspinator knew everything was exactly the same. They were still stranded on Earth. Quickstrike was still broken and crazy. Inferno was still pining over the loss of his Queen. And Terrorsaur...was still trying to manipulate him into doing things his way. Waspinator doubted that would ever change.
But he...Waspinator felt different. It was as if -for once- life around him had remained static, while he had done all the changing. Usually, the little bug was left in the dust while those around him bettered themselves, through upgrades or promotions or cunning schemes. He had always been passed by without a second glance and he had always known his place; known that nothing would change.
Well, nothing had, in the end. Everything had stayed the same...But at the same time, everything was different.
Even though Quickstrike and Inferno were still damaged and dysfunctional...Even though his best friend was still the proverbial thorn in his side...Even though they were trapped in a meaningless existence on a dust ball planet that they would never escape...
He had done it. He had proved to himself that he could do it. He had put Inferno and Quickstrike back together and they were functional, if only just. And though he still grumbled under his breath about burning and the Royalty, Inferno listened to his orders and did as he asked. He suspected that Terrorsaur was beginning to grudgingly respect him and Waspinator hoped that he was beginning to appear less incompetent and more like what he wished to be.
Waspinator hadn’t made everything better, but he hadn’t failed, either. Things could always change in their favor.
After all, tomorrow was another day.
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End Notes: I started writing this way back in November. I completed it in February. It consists of twenty-seven pages and 11097 words. It all started with the ending...I knew how I wanted this part to be and worked backwards from there. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it.
Big thanks to any one who took the time to read and/or leave comments. You're the people who make me want to keep writing :)
Status: COMPLETE
Continuity: Beast Wars
Character(s): Waspinator
Summary: It's easy to pick up the pieces. However, it's not always so simple to put them back together correctly.
Notes: Some stories have happy endings. Some stories have surprise endings. Some stories have sad endings. This story just has an ending.
Not much had changed.
When he looked at the other Predacons, Waspinator knew everything was exactly the same. They were still stranded on Earth. Quickstrike was still broken and crazy. Inferno was still pining over the loss of his Queen. And Terrorsaur...was still trying to manipulate him into doing things his way. Waspinator doubted that would ever change.
But he...Waspinator felt different. It was as if -for once- life around him had remained static, while he had done all the changing. Usually, the little bug was left in the dust while those around him bettered themselves, through upgrades or promotions or cunning schemes. He had always been passed by without a second glance and he had always known his place; known that nothing would change.
Well, nothing had, in the end. Everything had stayed the same...But at the same time, everything was different.
Even though Quickstrike and Inferno were still damaged and dysfunctional...Even though his best friend was still the proverbial thorn in his side...Even though they were trapped in a meaningless existence on a dust ball planet that they would never escape...
He had done it. He had proved to himself that he could do it. He had put Inferno and Quickstrike back together and they were functional, if only just. And though he still grumbled under his breath about burning and the Royalty, Inferno listened to his orders and did as he asked. He suspected that Terrorsaur was beginning to grudgingly respect him and Waspinator hoped that he was beginning to appear less incompetent and more like what he wished to be.
Waspinator hadn’t made everything better, but he hadn’t failed, either. Things could always change in their favor.
After all, tomorrow was another day.
-
End Notes: I started writing this way back in November. I completed it in February. It consists of twenty-seven pages and 11097 words. It all started with the ending...I knew how I wanted this part to be and worked backwards from there. I enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoyed reading it.
Big thanks to any one who took the time to read and/or leave comments. You're the people who make me want to keep writing :)