𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 ━ transformers

𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴

It was very rare that Ironhide dreamed of anything. Usually, during recharge, his state of mind remained a black void that carried on throughout the night and into the daylight. He was grateful for the lack of vivid images to haunt his memory.

But one night, Ironhide dreamt. It was not a soothing dream filled with the soothing songs from their time on Gnao 6YDO, nor was it an action-packed memory of him beating down on a slaggin' Decepticon. Instead, his dream brought him dread in the form of Eleanor.

She had been lying on the ground, and it was pouring rain, the icy daggers drenching her in its cold anger. It felt just as she described it to him. Cold, brittle. Aching. Hopeless. There was cement underneath his feet, and he was smaller than Starscream, who loomed in front of him. Tch. His holoform.

Trying, he reached out to her, only for the roar of thunder to beat against his voice, shutting it out as he called her name. Eleanor continued to lay there, her body destroyed, her resolve slowly dissipating the longer she remained motionless. Her cries were the only thing piercing through the air, piercing through the fight in front of her.

In the distance, there was another body -- her brother. Theodore.

Primus. Ironhide believed the accident to be bad as Eleanor herself was riddled with scars that she did not fancy speaking about, but gazing at her injured brother, he now understood the extremities of it.

The boy looked like a shell of who he had been, or so Ironhide assumed. It was as though he had been carved open, his insides pulled out to leave nothing but air inside. Blood pooled around the fleshy body, coating the human in grime so thick that it looked as black as the asphalt he was laid upon. In the middle of his chest, he was pierced with a part of the truck that was wrecked no five-hundred feet to the west of him. He was screaming for his sibling.

The dream continued on in a hazy sort of playback, Ironhide still perplexed as to his being here. Eleanor did relay the information to him, but she had not gone into such detail that he could picture it so perfectly. She had just told him hours prior and had hiccuped throughout the entire process.

Rain poured and sleet hounded, but it did not touch Ironhide. His holoform remained dry as he trekked through the wreckage of glass and metal. The usual clank of steel rang in his ears as he neared the skirmish, a gun blowing through the thunder like Optimus's sword through a Decepticon.

As he neared it, he found Bumblebee, the Scout who Ironhide had not seen in months due to the 'bot's decision to stay with Sam Witwicky to protect him; Bumblebee was fighting against Starscream. The 'bot's faceplate was down, shielding him from the rain and the sharp blades that the Seeker had produced. He was swiftly dodging each move, parrying it with one of his own.

Moments felt like vorns until Starscream approached Eleanor with the intent of killing her. By this time, the girl had given all hope to the world instead of containing it within herself. Her eyes were hollow, and Theodore laid near her, dead. She had accepted that she was going to die, so much that she did not even shriek when she went soaring through the sky at Starscream's disposal.

Ironhide, frozen in his spot and knowing that there was nothing that he could do, watched in horror as her limp body circled around until it seemed as though it was going to fall into the rapids below them.

But by some miracle, a hand caught her, and it was an intense yellow-Bumblebee.

Ironhide choked on his own surprise, then woke with a start.

Back online, he breathed in a deep breath of disgusting Earth air, placing a servo upon his chassis. Too vivid, it almost felt as though Eleanor gave him the dream to sift through himself.