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TG 'verse. Iacon. Interlude and introspection.
A soft breeze blew over the spires and skytrails of the capital city of Cybertron, its voice whispering and sighing around the beings who populated those structures before it went murmuring off across the plains around them. Very few of those beings, so busy with the business of life, even noticed the slight disturbance of air.
Perhaps it was because he no longer lived that the figure perched on the edge of one of the highest buildings noticed the breeze and gave it a slightly melancholy smile. The memory of kindly and shrewed blue optics watched it go on its way, the mind behind them peopled with the ghosts of what the city around him had once looked like and of those who had once walked and driven these streets and corridors. And the being that had once walked and driven those ways of memory seemed to sigh with intakes that had not drawn breath for over two thousand years.
"Do you wish you could go back?" asked a voice beside him.
Ratchet blinked and looked toward the flame emblazoned mech at his side. "Master... I didn't expect to see you here."
Primus smiled, the expression just a little roguish. "I know."
The former CMO chuckled, but then sobered. "No. We aren't a people of change, but if those changes hadn't taken place.... No. I wouldn't go back. Even Skytrail's leaving, and Spike's death... and Prima's.... You and the Greater Creator have used them all for good."
He turned back to the city around and below him. "I just like to remember sometimes. And it's not like I don't see those people every day, anyway."
"But being away from your creation is hard," rumbled Primus softly, his optics understanding.
Ratchet called up a smile that held a little of sadness and much of pride. "She's where she's supposed to be, and she would never have gotten there if I hadn't left the scene. I miss her, sure. But she's alright. And goodbye isn't forever. If I've learned nothing else since you commissioned me, it's that. She'll be there, when the trumpet blows." A soft snerk. "Probably griping about the key."
His creator rumbled a gentle and amused chuckle. "I did give her respect."
"And covered it with a lot of vinegar." Ratchet grinned as he watched the city.
"She's needed that fire, and so have those around her."
"I can see that. Though it still bemuses me when people insist she inherited it from me." Ratchet started as the being beside him started to laugh. "Master?"
Primus just shook his head, his optics twinkling kindly. "There is Perceptor's spark-mate."
Ratchet quirked a browplate, but turned to look at the silver femme, who was driving along a lower skytrail some distance away. "Perceptor's other half. You don't see many bonds that deep."
"There aren't many who are so willing to give so fully of themselves." Primus watched Kia as well. "'Till All Are One' is spoken daily, but so few understand the gift that I've given them here. They think only of preserving this life, as though it were everything."
"It's all they know." Ratchet looked toward a flicker of movement and groaned. "It looks like Galvatron wants attention."
Primus smiled gently as he watched the former Decepticon leader grin challengingly and make rude gestures at Ratchet. "My indomitable one."
Ratchet bit back what he almost said, reminding himself who he was talking to. "Why can't they all be like the Galvatron who's bonded to Deathscream? He decided to listen to you."
"And reality rocked when he did." Primus shook his head. "Galvatron is Galvatron. Someday, some of them will understand."
"And till then we chase them around and try to keep them from hitting the Armageddon switch just because they're bored." Ratchet rose to his feet, unsurprised to find himself suddenly alone on his ledge. "Galvatron! I'm telling Cyclonus what you just said to me!"
She responded rudely and creatively and took a potshot at him, then cackled and vanished.
Ratchet took his own turn to shake his head, then glanced for a last time over the city before fading away himself.
Perhaps it was because he no longer lived that the figure perched on the edge of one of the highest buildings noticed the breeze and gave it a slightly melancholy smile. The memory of kindly and shrewed blue optics watched it go on its way, the mind behind them peopled with the ghosts of what the city around him had once looked like and of those who had once walked and driven these streets and corridors. And the being that had once walked and driven those ways of memory seemed to sigh with intakes that had not drawn breath for over two thousand years.
"Do you wish you could go back?" asked a voice beside him.
Ratchet blinked and looked toward the flame emblazoned mech at his side. "Master... I didn't expect to see you here."
Primus smiled, the expression just a little roguish. "I know."
The former CMO chuckled, but then sobered. "No. We aren't a people of change, but if those changes hadn't taken place.... No. I wouldn't go back. Even Skytrail's leaving, and Spike's death... and Prima's.... You and the Greater Creator have used them all for good."
He turned back to the city around and below him. "I just like to remember sometimes. And it's not like I don't see those people every day, anyway."
"But being away from your creation is hard," rumbled Primus softly, his optics understanding.
Ratchet called up a smile that held a little of sadness and much of pride. "She's where she's supposed to be, and she would never have gotten there if I hadn't left the scene. I miss her, sure. But she's alright. And goodbye isn't forever. If I've learned nothing else since you commissioned me, it's that. She'll be there, when the trumpet blows." A soft snerk. "Probably griping about the key."
His creator rumbled a gentle and amused chuckle. "I did give her respect."
"And covered it with a lot of vinegar." Ratchet grinned as he watched the city.
"She's needed that fire, and so have those around her."
"I can see that. Though it still bemuses me when people insist she inherited it from me." Ratchet started as the being beside him started to laugh. "Master?"
Primus just shook his head, his optics twinkling kindly. "There is Perceptor's spark-mate."
Ratchet quirked a browplate, but turned to look at the silver femme, who was driving along a lower skytrail some distance away. "Perceptor's other half. You don't see many bonds that deep."
"There aren't many who are so willing to give so fully of themselves." Primus watched Kia as well. "'Till All Are One' is spoken daily, but so few understand the gift that I've given them here. They think only of preserving this life, as though it were everything."
"It's all they know." Ratchet looked toward a flicker of movement and groaned. "It looks like Galvatron wants attention."
Primus smiled gently as he watched the former Decepticon leader grin challengingly and make rude gestures at Ratchet. "My indomitable one."
Ratchet bit back what he almost said, reminding himself who he was talking to. "Why can't they all be like the Galvatron who's bonded to Deathscream? He decided to listen to you."
"And reality rocked when he did." Primus shook his head. "Galvatron is Galvatron. Someday, some of them will understand."
"And till then we chase them around and try to keep them from hitting the Armageddon switch just because they're bored." Ratchet rose to his feet, unsurprised to find himself suddenly alone on his ledge. "Galvatron! I'm telling Cyclonus what you just said to me!"
She responded rudely and creatively and took a potshot at him, then cackled and vanished.
Ratchet took his own turn to shake his head, then glanced for a last time over the city before fading away himself.