Transformers ( Bayverse ) - I Bleed Into Darkness

40 - Different Kinds

        The second time around, the nighttime meeting between the Autobots and Farrah went far more smoothly under the light of the half moon. Prepared, the Autobots barricaded the Decepticons from interfering, the battle taking place far enough away that the blows rarely echoed far enough to reach their location. Even when they did, Fay was in such an elated state that she paid the out-of-place noises no heed. Through the night Fay was delighted, more so this time around with Charlie at her side. Optimus watched her with caution as the nighttime hours ebbed into morning. While Fay seemed happy, looked every bit the part, every so often a flash of that dark place that dwelled inside her would seep through. Her facial expression would falter for all of a split second, her eyes would surge with a pencil-thin line of red before the color faded back into oblivion.

        ~~~

        Charlie still winced the next day. Even though she didn’t carry the bruises and wounds physically, she insisted to the Prime that she could feel them as if they were the most real thing that existed. It was a strange thing to consider, and Optimus was glad for Ratchet’s warning. If they hadn’t treated each of Fay’s wounds with such care, when she finally came around, she could spend even more time recovering. Time they didn’t have.

        If. He had to remind himself that it was more of an IF Fay ever came around. Thus far, she’d shown very few signs of improvement, if any, since her broken leg. The first night of the half moon, when Fay had run from them, there had been a moment of a dull surge inside her mind, but it had been subdued quickly.

        Regardless, the Prime intended to see Farrah alone today. He had a very special, specific gift for her. He’d been preparing himself the last couple days, the ones she’d spent trapped in ‘isolation’ to make sure it was utterly perfect.

        Projecting himself into her mind, Optimus joined the comparatively young femme in her fabricated world.

        ~~~

        “Get the slag away from me,” FarLust hissed. Currently, she was adorned with a few fresh wounds inflicted by Megatron himself. Unable to fight the warlord himself, she took out her frustration on the timid mech who dared approach her now, while everyone else was away: BrokenWeld. “Do I look like I need your pity?”

        The small mech paused a few steps away. “No,” he admitted gently. “You look like you need medical care.” He continued walking to her then, a few supplies carried in his hand.

        “Go away,” she insisted. “Your debt is paid. Has been since you repaired Clawkin.” At the sound of it’s name, the wolf looked up from where it lay on the metal floor, immediately attentive, her sharp canines snapping at the mech. However, after a moment, Clawkin softened, and while it watched him, it didn’t snap any more. FarLust frowned. “Slagged wolf,” she muttered under her breath.

        “Just allow me to aid you,” BrokenWeld insisted. “I can help. Those breaks look painful. There’s energon leaking out-.”

        “Tell me something I don’t know!” FarLust snapped. “And when you can finally do that, maybe we should report to Soundwave that you’ve finally managed to do SOMETHING right!” FarLust bared her denta in an animalistic snarl, warning the small mech one last time to take his opportunity to leave and allow her to suffer. She deserved to suffer. She certainly didn’t deserve some mech of his stature caring for her. No, not because he was small. It was because his spark was untainted that she wanted him to leave her. An abomination didn’t deserve the aid of one like him.

        Still, BrokenWeld didn’t falter. BrokenWeld didn’t leave her. He hardly even flinched whens he snapped at him. FarLust supposed he was used to it when Shockwave was scolding him all times of each solar cycle. With a slow vent, she tried not to pull on the chains as BrokenWeld kneeled on the floor next to her and began tending her wounds.