Title: Grief
Author: SugarCube
Rating: G
Pairing: Ratchet/Ironhide, Optimus Prime
A/N: Nopenope haven't seen DoTM yet why do you ask
“Ratch-”
Prime halted midstep when the medic simply scorched him with a blistering look, and shut himself off mid-sentence. Frag, this wasn’t - and would never -
The Hummer’s field was rough, raw, spiking in a jagged bristle, deeply unhappy. No, more. He grieved. This pain was one that was never going to be assuaged. For how could it? How could they, so unused to loss, deal with it effectively? A bond between mates, was eternal, lifelong, timeless. The shattering of that had killed so many during the war. Prime marvelled that Ratchet, their beloved stubborn, brilliant medic was still with them. He’d fully expected the worst - that they would be left without Ratchet - when Ironhide fell.
But no. It seemed the ultimate gesture of defiance that one still lived when the other did not.