Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff. A small drabble for @needlesandpuppetstrings, but also relevant to this blog. Also, @lobe-the-mnemosurgeon. Figured you’d get some level of enjoyment out of this as well.
It only took a moment, a flash of light and laser and a single well-placed shot. There was a burning pain of searing metals, singed wiring, a skipping vox from screaming. He had known it would end like this, in pain, but he had never known how much.
In the next moment, darkness. It wasn’t a cold darkness, no, nor was it darkness in the sense it should have been. It was then that he noticed he was floating, as if he were in space, without mass.
Moments after, he noticed that there was no pain, and his antennae flicked in confusion. Trepan had been in stasis once before, but this felt nothing like the clawing suffocation of an injured frame without escape. There was warmth and light from a distance, enticing and welcoming to the little surgeon.
After gaining his wits about him, he finally took in his surroundings; it was all endless expanse- beautiful and untouched. Perhaps there were some mountains in the distance, and a city to the west. Iacon, maybe? He couldn’t tell. Regardless, it was strange and he couldn’t tell where he was. He only knew that the landscape was empty, where once there was life and bustling cities now only barren. Up above were two moons and a sun that Trepan was sure, if he only reached, he could touch.
The shine of his armor caught his attention, and he was almost dumbfounded by what he saw; his frame, whole and untouched- not a single scratch on its smooth and pristine surface. He set a servo against his chestplating, the hum of his spark strong where it shouldn’t be. Yet, the pain and ache of a loss suffered so long ago still remained.
He could go anywhere it seemed, but he didn’t want to. Not without
“All you need do is call for me, spark of my spark. I am here.”
Trepan spun around, optics widening at what he saw. There- Lobe, his Lobe. As whole as himself, looking younger and stronger than he had in ages. Trepan reached out, almost hesitant that Lobe would disappear if he touched the larger surgeon’s frame.
Lobe’s field flared in amusement, the sly smirk he always wore still the same. “You seem confused, Trepan. Have you no idea where you are?” His response was merely a huff, and it dragged a soft chuckle out of the elder one’s vox. He said nothing however, as Trepan began speaking, softly and slowly.
“I… I felt it. Our bond, your offlining, the emptiness that came and never left… How are you here? How is this possible?” Trepan’s voice began wavering, but still, “I felt your death a universe away and still you taunt me?!”
Lobe mere hummed and wrapped his arms about his distraught mate, running digit tips along his spinal strut. “What happened to that cocky little mech I knew? He would not be complaining as much as you are now.”
As much as Trepan wanted to fight, he merely leaned into the touch, harsh trembling wracking his frame as he tried to keep his sobs in. “I lost the only mech who ever meant anything to me. I lost you.”
Lobe leaned down to press the side of his helm to that of his mate’s, humming softly yet, “There is no loss here, my love. There is no loss in the Well, only eternity.”
Trepan pulled back slightly, only to then press a soft kiss to his mate’s lip-plating, “Light of my day.”
Lobe smiled then, setting his helm against his smaller lover’s, “The moonlight of my night.”
