Rewind Ficlet

Originally published on my Transformers side blog botter-butter.tumblr.com: Aug 15, 2018

Rewind remembers.

He sees “himself” reaching out for Chromedome and the haunting shadow of a monster. The only comfort Rewind has is the arm of his conjux, the fading warmth and dripping energon against his chest as Overlord prowled towards him.

Then he feels the heat, his paint boiling, energon vaporized before he could feel the hands crushing his helm. But Rewind holds a part of Chromedome, not his Chromedome, but the other Rewind’s Chromedome.

Rewind cries when he wakes. Pain but not pain. Fear. He hears his energon pulsing before he hears his fans. Reaching out for Chromedome hand. Arm. Anything to ground himself.

Chromedome holds him, as his sobs fill the room.

“I’m sorry,” Rewind says, “For not saying it enough.

"I love you.”