Fic
So, I think I thought these all up tonight while listening to 'Retina and the Sky' by Idiot Pilot on the Transformers soundtrack. Which I bought yesterday and have been listening to since.
So, another piece. I'm sorry. This one is a little nicer though.
Title: Run and Cry
Ficlet: Turn and Cry and Drink and Cry
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I own nothing
"It's not your fault." Will's voice in the silence of Ironhide's cab startled the Autobot. He'd brought Will up to the lookout to watch the sunset, hoping to delay the, by now, nightly drinking. "Sarah always has... was stubborn. She could probably have made Megatron cry." His lips lifted in a tiny little smile of remembrance. He loved her so much.
"Will." Ironhide stopped. There was no way that he wanted to turn Will against him. But he also couldn't lie to his friend. "She wanted to go into town. I would have gone with her. I was going to insist. And then she had that pink baby seat."
Will sniffled. Shit. Ironhide did not want him to start crying again. Optimus queried him and he sent back a 'Wait for it.' Ironhide had read everything online that he could find about depression and Will was worrying him. He could feel the outline of the 9mm against his leather seat.
"I'm not going to kill myself Ironhide." The Autobot jumped at Will's words. "I know that's what you and Optimus think. But I couldn't. Sarah wouldn't want me to do that."
"We are worried."
"And tell Sam he can go home." There was the appearance of the fabled 'sixth sense' humans liked to talk about. Bumblebee growled in the distance and roared away, taking Sam and Mikaela with him. "Losing Sarah and Annabella," Will's voice cracked but he soldiered on, "It only feels like the end of the world."
"Sarah was nice." Ironhide had no idea what to say. How to respond. He was a weapons specialist. A soldier. It had been a long time since he'd felt anything but cold. Will and Sarah had... opened him up, at least a little, to the notion of family. The youngling had been new and exciting.
"Yeah. Yeah, she was." The soldier ran a tired hand through his hair. Ironhide noted absently that Will needed to have a shower. It had been days. "Ironhide?"
"Yes Will?" Ironhide would do anything for his human.
"...Can we just. Drive."
"Where do you want to go?"
"I don't... Anywhere."
When Ironhide pulled out, he didn't say anything about the tear tracks down Will's cheeks.
And the next part: Sleep and Cry
So, another piece. I'm sorry. This one is a little nicer though.
Title: Run and Cry
Ficlet: Turn and Cry and Drink and Cry
Rating: Teen
Disclaimer: I own nothing
"It's not your fault." Will's voice in the silence of Ironhide's cab startled the Autobot. He'd brought Will up to the lookout to watch the sunset, hoping to delay the, by now, nightly drinking. "Sarah always has... was stubborn. She could probably have made Megatron cry." His lips lifted in a tiny little smile of remembrance. He loved her so much.
"Will." Ironhide stopped. There was no way that he wanted to turn Will against him. But he also couldn't lie to his friend. "She wanted to go into town. I would have gone with her. I was going to insist. And then she had that pink baby seat."
Will sniffled. Shit. Ironhide did not want him to start crying again. Optimus queried him and he sent back a 'Wait for it.' Ironhide had read everything online that he could find about depression and Will was worrying him. He could feel the outline of the 9mm against his leather seat.
"I'm not going to kill myself Ironhide." The Autobot jumped at Will's words. "I know that's what you and Optimus think. But I couldn't. Sarah wouldn't want me to do that."
"We are worried."
"And tell Sam he can go home." There was the appearance of the fabled 'sixth sense' humans liked to talk about. Bumblebee growled in the distance and roared away, taking Sam and Mikaela with him. "Losing Sarah and Annabella," Will's voice cracked but he soldiered on, "It only feels like the end of the world."
"Sarah was nice." Ironhide had no idea what to say. How to respond. He was a weapons specialist. A soldier. It had been a long time since he'd felt anything but cold. Will and Sarah had... opened him up, at least a little, to the notion of family. The youngling had been new and exciting.
"Yeah. Yeah, she was." The soldier ran a tired hand through his hair. Ironhide noted absently that Will needed to have a shower. It had been days. "Ironhide?"
"Yes Will?" Ironhide would do anything for his human.
"...Can we just. Drive."
"Where do you want to go?"
"I don't... Anywhere."
When Ironhide pulled out, he didn't say anything about the tear tracks down Will's cheeks.
And the next part: Sleep and Cry