Old memories
Each either painful or joyful.
Craved deep inside yourself for your own despair or entertainment.
Sometimes shared. Sometimes not.
His absence, as cruel as a torture session, often joined the silence that would occur when no one would speak.
And that same deadly silence happened today
Optimus caught the cybonic plague, a biological weapon created by Megatron himself to eradicate millions of Cybertronians.
We shouldn't have entered this ship
This feeling of uselessness
When a beloved member of your crew or loved one is in need of assistance.
When you give them hope and do your best to fix them.
But this effort is not enough..
You're not enough.
You do know what i am talking about don't you ?
Humans share the same emotions and feelings than us after all.
Well from what i learnt
I am not losing another one
Watching him slowly being eaten by the virus as his metal rusted was insupportable
I could see the pain in my friend's eyes. Almost feeling it, as if i was infected myself.
Optimus's strengh was low but still present, as i was monitoring his vitals.
My digits slowly typing on the keyboard as the symbols were slowly dancing on the screen.
Those symbols. The same symbols i used to see when he came one day at the hospital.
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Flashback
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Today was one of the busy day we were used to. Here and there mechs and femmes came and went.
But what i didn't expected was a certain someone assigned as my patient.
That same mech who i spent my entire nights thinking about.
He was here, sitting on a chair, holding his pitifully and melted arm, glancing at me like i was coming from the allspark itself.
"First time i am coming here. Not a fan of this kind of place but at least i get to see you right, doctor ?"
His voice was a deep mix of teasing and adoration. But i didn't mind
Slowly, almost agonizingly slow, i stepped foward. Grabbing the necessary tools and cleaning tissues, i sat next to him and carefully extended my hand to him, which he accepted and gave me his arm.
His warm metal was scarred and dented. His face stayed focus on mine, unbothered as i carefully repaired his wounds. He was almost analysing me, my every movements, my every thoughts.
Our eyes met. And the evil red and yellow optics i knew disappeared, being replaced by something softer, calmer.
Something which was seen as rare coming from this mech considered as a brute and serial murder.
His decepticon's symbol scratched, only remained a burnt scar.
He did it on purpose.
He did it to come to me
What happened then, i wasn't exactly sure. After bandaging his arm tight enough for it to remain still, he did something quite unexpected yet still pleasing
The shadow tall decepticon tangled our servos together. His clawed gigantic servo enveloping mine entirely as a sentiment of security and warmth surrounded us.
We didn't dare looking up, we didn't dare moving.
It was just him, I and this wholesome yet odd feeling that both of us could sense.
How strange of a medic to act like this.
Yes yes yes i know, you'd never thought this rusty old medic would one day act like that, would you ?
I wasn't the kind to be easily touched nor impressed.
But he had this special something i needed
I needed that
I needed him
And he knew it
As he slowly, almost to see my reaction, placed his forehelm against mine and close his optics, allowing us to settled in a comfortable silent. Only sources of noise were the machines and crew outside the room.
Moments like this.
Even for a short time, were forever my favorites.
We stayed like that for a while, frame against frame, sharing each other warmth and unspoken words.
Alas, every moments has to come to an end and the charming dark knight went home
Not before giving me a teasingly pat on the shoulder and blowing me a kiss.
What could i say ?
I fell in love with a criminal
Could you really blame me ?
Ep ep ep, i dont want to hear it !
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A bit rushed but here's chapter 4 !
Hope you liked it
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