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Chapter 44
Ironhide POV
Heat blared across my facial sensors. Alarms rang within my head. Energy spiraled wildly within the cannon.
I couldn't move fast enough to evade.
A thundering impact crushed my body into the ground. Asphalt splintered and dirt forced its way into my gears and joints. Static filled my optics, but I could still hear the rumbling of battle.
I was alive.
Grunting with effort I forced my body out of the hole it had created. My broken wrist crackled and groaned against the pressure.
"You idiot," Chromia grabbed my good shoulder and helped me into a sitting position.
Questions of what had happened crossed my mind, but only momentarily. I caught glimpse of Grimlock and immediately understood. The Dinobot, in prehistoric form, was busy tearing Bruticus apart.
"Can you stand?" Chromia asked hurriedly.
I struggled against my damaged clasps. My knees were done. The damage was too severe to handle even a fraction of my weight. "Get out of here."
"Mute it."
The rust cap. She was going to get herself killed.
"Decepticons," Megatron's agonized voice filled the air.
Where was Optimus? My gaze tore from one end of the base to the next. I found him firing at a fleeing Megatron.
Coward!
His henchman followed hastefully, save for Bruticus who was forced detach into his five separate entities to escape. One did not make it.
"Let them go," Chromia held my cannon down, sensing my intentions.
She was not one to give up so easily and it would have been infuriating had Melry not come suddenly to mind. Fingers flew to my comlink, "Jolt what's your location?"
"We'd have it if Melry had her phone," Chromia eyed me sharply.
"That thing was the least of my worries when this started."
"But now it's caused the worst of them."
I could only grumble in response.
"Anyone in need of desperate repairs?" Ratchet called out.
I reminded quiet as Skids and Arcee approached him.
"Come on," Chromia threw my arm over her shoulder.
"Stop." She wasn't strong enough to carry me and I could not offer support. She pulled away. "I don't have time for repairs."
"You can't neglect your systems."
"I'll survive."
Her optic's rolled.
"Ironhide," Ratchet called, "don't force me to put you in stasis."
"I'll break your EMP generator first," I muttered.
"It would be wise to rest my friend." Optimus appeared at my side holding the arm I had lost. "As always you have outdone yourself."
I grunted and took the limb.
He squeezed my shoulder. "You saved me from serious injury."
I frowned. He had received ample damage. I had only taken a portion of it.
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Unforeseen
FanfictionTragedy brought them together. An accident means to separate them. Ironhide had never meant to let things go as far as they had, he had simply promised to watch over her. But fate and the Decepticons had other ideas.