[Bay] Farewells - MiragexThundercracker
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dracoqueen22a/n: The first of many prompt responses to come. :)
Title: Farewells
Universe: Bayverse, post-DotM
Characters: MiragexThundercracker (past)
Rating: K+
Warnings: Off-screen character death, angst
Description: They could not betray their factions, so instead, they abandoned each other.
Sequel to the flash fiction "Fences" and "Happenstance"
For dellessa's prompt of Mirage/Thundercracker, regrets. It was supposed to be G1 but it fit well into the Bayverse series I already started for them (and didn't realize until I was done that it was Bayverse and not G1). Hope you like anyway!
He turns the tiny tag over and over in his fingers, tracing the glyphs stamped on the metal, the polished edges of it, worn by constant touch. It is warm from being close to his spark chamber, and fairly hums from absorbing so much latent energy.
Somehow, Mirage did not think victory would be so hollow. He imagined a long celebration to go with his much anticipated return to Cybertron. He imagined peace and joy and recovery and rebuilding.
The Decepticons are defeated, dead or exiled to the far reaches of space. Earth is safe. Cybertron belongs to the Autobot's once again. Or at least, what's left of it.
Mirage can find no cause for celebration.
Cybertron is a planet dying, dead, tumbling as it is across the cosmos without an anchor. It is a tattered ruin, nearly destroyed by the journey through the space bridge.
Ironhide is dead and with him Wheeljack, the twins, Jolt, Arcee... so many of the Autobots who have made this victory possible. They fought and bled and don't get to live long enough to enjoy the peace that follows. How is that fair?
Megatron is dead and Mirage is glad for it. He and the traitor Sentinel Prime. Cybertron will be better without both of them, rebuilt by Cybertronian hands and not human slave labor. Starscream, Shockwave, Soundwave... all of the Decepticon command, destroyed and smelted and drowned.
But, Thundercracker too, is gone and Mirage can't seem to reconcile that truth.
It's war. Such things happen. They were on opposite sides of an impassable wall. Mirage could no more betray the Autobots then Thundercracker could abandon the Decepticons. So instead, they had abandoned each other.
Mirage has never had the luxury of regretting his decisions. He has been far more focused on surviving until the end of the war. As, bit by bit, Cybertron turned into a wasteland and the population was reduced.
Mirage had watched everything he ever knew and loved turn into ash and rust. He had fired upon his former lover more times than he could count. There is nothing to be celebrated in this victory. Nothing.
He only thinks once to try and find Thundercracker, give him a proper burial where they haven't attempted to do so in eons. But amidst the wreckage, twisted frames, and angry humans, Mirage is resigned to failing in this as well.
And with the Allspark destroyed, only Primus knows where Thundercracker's spark has gone. Lost to the stars perhaps.
Just like Cybertron and the rest of her people.
It's an ache that has not eased, no matter how many times Mirage has fired his weapons, or survived another encounter. It is the memories that burn the fastest, the brightest. A time when Thundercracker had once saved his life, and Mirage had returned the favor.
A time when Mirage's greatest hope was that peace would be won, apologies given, and the opportunity to start over would arise.
Well, it had been a futile hope from the start, he supposes.
His optics fall, once more, to the tiny tag in his hand. The etchings are almost worn away, not that he hasn't already memorized their glyphs.
A gift from a lover, his most precious possession. It is meaningless now, as so much of Mirage's actions have become.
He ventilates a low sigh and dips his helm, offlining his optics.
It is pointless to cling to the past. He cannot restore what is unfixable. There are some wounds that cannot be healed, some fractures that cannot be mended.
Mirage's thumb rubs over the worn glyphs one last time. He lifts the tiny tag, pressing a parting kiss to the metal, and then he flicks it from the tip of his thumb.
His optics online to watch the metal glint as it flies into the sky, only to plummet down as quickly, landing amongst the detritus beneath him, buried with the rest of the fallen.
Mirage turns away from the flattened city, so reminiscent of what Cybertron had become. Prime will be looking for him soon and there is much work to be done.
He leaves the past behind him, though the ache in his spark is not so painfully discarded. It will stay with him, for better or worse, and that, Mirage thinks, is only part and parcel of what he deserves.
***
a/n: I swear I'm working on stuff. lol. It's just stuff I can't post just yet, like fics for my TF gift exchange and the Big Bang and War Without End...
I've got another in my Fidelis series that I need to polish up, two more in fact, and I'm nearly done with that TwinsxTrailbreaker fic. I have another prompt-fic that's waiting to be fine-tuned. And I could always use more prompts.
Title: Farewells
Universe: Bayverse, post-DotM
Characters: MiragexThundercracker (past)
Rating: K+
Warnings: Off-screen character death, angst
Description: They could not betray their factions, so instead, they abandoned each other.
Sequel to the flash fiction "Fences" and "Happenstance"
For dellessa's prompt of Mirage/Thundercracker, regrets. It was supposed to be G1 but it fit well into the Bayverse series I already started for them (and didn't realize until I was done that it was Bayverse and not G1). Hope you like anyway!
He turns the tiny tag over and over in his fingers, tracing the glyphs stamped on the metal, the polished edges of it, worn by constant touch. It is warm from being close to his spark chamber, and fairly hums from absorbing so much latent energy.
Somehow, Mirage did not think victory would be so hollow. He imagined a long celebration to go with his much anticipated return to Cybertron. He imagined peace and joy and recovery and rebuilding.
The Decepticons are defeated, dead or exiled to the far reaches of space. Earth is safe. Cybertron belongs to the Autobot's once again. Or at least, what's left of it.
Mirage can find no cause for celebration.
Cybertron is a planet dying, dead, tumbling as it is across the cosmos without an anchor. It is a tattered ruin, nearly destroyed by the journey through the space bridge.
Ironhide is dead and with him Wheeljack, the twins, Jolt, Arcee... so many of the Autobots who have made this victory possible. They fought and bled and don't get to live long enough to enjoy the peace that follows. How is that fair?
Megatron is dead and Mirage is glad for it. He and the traitor Sentinel Prime. Cybertron will be better without both of them, rebuilt by Cybertronian hands and not human slave labor. Starscream, Shockwave, Soundwave... all of the Decepticon command, destroyed and smelted and drowned.
But, Thundercracker too, is gone and Mirage can't seem to reconcile that truth.
It's war. Such things happen. They were on opposite sides of an impassable wall. Mirage could no more betray the Autobots then Thundercracker could abandon the Decepticons. So instead, they had abandoned each other.
Mirage has never had the luxury of regretting his decisions. He has been far more focused on surviving until the end of the war. As, bit by bit, Cybertron turned into a wasteland and the population was reduced.
Mirage had watched everything he ever knew and loved turn into ash and rust. He had fired upon his former lover more times than he could count. There is nothing to be celebrated in this victory. Nothing.
He only thinks once to try and find Thundercracker, give him a proper burial where they haven't attempted to do so in eons. But amidst the wreckage, twisted frames, and angry humans, Mirage is resigned to failing in this as well.
And with the Allspark destroyed, only Primus knows where Thundercracker's spark has gone. Lost to the stars perhaps.
Just like Cybertron and the rest of her people.
It's an ache that has not eased, no matter how many times Mirage has fired his weapons, or survived another encounter. It is the memories that burn the fastest, the brightest. A time when Thundercracker had once saved his life, and Mirage had returned the favor.
A time when Mirage's greatest hope was that peace would be won, apologies given, and the opportunity to start over would arise.
Well, it had been a futile hope from the start, he supposes.
His optics fall, once more, to the tiny tag in his hand. The etchings are almost worn away, not that he hasn't already memorized their glyphs.
A gift from a lover, his most precious possession. It is meaningless now, as so much of Mirage's actions have become.
He ventilates a low sigh and dips his helm, offlining his optics.
It is pointless to cling to the past. He cannot restore what is unfixable. There are some wounds that cannot be healed, some fractures that cannot be mended.
Mirage's thumb rubs over the worn glyphs one last time. He lifts the tiny tag, pressing a parting kiss to the metal, and then he flicks it from the tip of his thumb.
His optics online to watch the metal glint as it flies into the sky, only to plummet down as quickly, landing amongst the detritus beneath him, buried with the rest of the fallen.
Mirage turns away from the flattened city, so reminiscent of what Cybertron had become. Prime will be looking for him soon and there is much work to be done.
He leaves the past behind him, though the ache in his spark is not so painfully discarded. It will stay with him, for better or worse, and that, Mirage thinks, is only part and parcel of what he deserves.
a/n: I swear I'm working on stuff. lol. It's just stuff I can't post just yet, like fics for my TF gift exchange and the Big Bang and War Without End...
I've got another in my Fidelis series that I need to polish up, two more in fact, and I'm nearly done with that TwinsxTrailbreaker fic. I have another prompt-fic that's waiting to be fine-tuned. And I could always use more prompts.
