RodAid Ficlet

Originally published on my Transformers side blog botter-butter.tumblr.com: Dec 24, 2018

A star. That’s what Rodimus reminded First Aid of. A star, brilliant and warm, light bearing, life giving, and hope. He may have been a lousy captain (sometimes anyway), but behind that glamour and brilliance, Rodimus was just another mech. He was trying. Trying so hard, to become something, anything. Trying to make up for past mistakes.

Right now, in the observation deck, Rodimus was quiet. The soft rumble of a speedster engine and medic vehicle filled the room. No need for talking aloud when their hands were entwined.

Red against red, white against gold, leaning on each other. That is all they needed right now.

“Rodimus.” First Aid tightened his grip on Rodimus’ hands.

“Aid.” Rodimus repeated the motion.

‘Love you.’