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➪ ,,GN! reader,, platonic relationship
➪ ,, shockwave finds a predicon fossil signal in jasper navada,, reader is retired from the airforce and living in what they think is the apocalypse,, with the only thing to remember their passed friend is a bone necklace they had hand crafted
➪ ,, TW!! ,, metions of death,, grief,, suicidal intent
➪ ,, word count,, 1125
• you had been living in jasper, a quiet, little town in, quite literally, the middle of nowhere- or the dessert, whatever you wanna call it
• you had retired from the air force three years ago after your copilot/best friend and you had crashed your jet during a test fly of a new prototype
• you were the only one to come out unscathed, and the military compensated you for your grief, offering a large sum of money, already paid for therapy treatments, and the option to leave the air force then instead of the seven more years that was listed on your signed contract
• you were still quite young when you left, and you didnt really have plans for after
• your friend and you had planned on moving to seattle, renting out a just big enough apartment so you both could explore the city of fine arts and live the rest of your lives comfortably
• now, you couldnt even imagine going anywhere near washington state
• the only thing you had left of your dear friend was some werid chipped bone they found near the base and had stayed up all night to wrap wires around it and slide inba chain, making a necklace out of the odd find
• which they had gifted you a month later, because they knew you, and they knew you liked to collect odd trinkets and stones since you were a child
• so, you googled, "most remote towns in the us" and jasper navada was on the list,, you packed bags and skipped town
• which now, three years later, seemed to be the worst decision you ever made, considering the town was now infested with giant alien robots, the town was mostly evacuated and in ruins, and a fucking metal castle type shit was now overlooking the entire town
• fantastic
• you simply had given up
• and while it rained, you decided, since ever ither decision ive made in my clearky worthless existence, i might as well end it with another dumb and illogical decision
• and you laid out in the street, arms and legs spread wide as if you were trying to make a snow angel in the angry rain
• you ignored the thumping of one of those purple dudes approaching and just closed your eyes
• the cyclops scientist was wondering around the secured town that megatron had efficiency taken over after the discovery of the autobot base and it's destruction
• he had discovered reading of a predicon fossil in the area, which seemed rather too lucky for him to believe
• the tumping stopped, and there was pasue as the rain water patted againt the robot's armor gently
• "what are you doing?" it asked politely
• "...existing, i guess," was your inspirational response
• "that is not a complete answer"
• "well, its the only answer ive got right now," you grumbled, eyes closed and body soaked, "and quite frankly, i wouldnt care to answer you truthfully if i had one anyways."
• there was silence, and as the rain picked up, you had expected him to continue his patrol around the crumbling town
• that however was not the case
• "your responce and behavior is extremely illogical. you do not act afraid as other humans do. explain."
• that made you open you eyes in confusion
• you blinked up at the robot curiously, and what met your two eyes, was his singular one
• you stared at him for a moment before figuring, what the hell, and, what else do i have to loose then spilling my woes to a robot with a gun for a hand
• "theres no point in caring about my life or anyone elses when everyone on this planet is going to die anyways," you mumble
• usually, the heat of jasper made rain warm, but that seemed to not be the case today, and you shivered as you laid in the middle of the road, without a care at the complete mercy of some random one-eyed robot
• "might as well lay outside and feel something before the inevitable happens. theres nothing left for me on the stupid planet if you guys decide earth isnt worth the effort of a genocide anyways."
• he stared at you quietly, processing your words
• the pitter patter of rain against his metal body was a beautiful rhythm, and you soaked into the sound as much as your ears allowed before you impending doom
• the silence stretched on for several minutes, and the a different sound came from him- the sound of a robot moving its limbs
• and then you were lifted off the ground, gently scooped into his one good hand, and peered up at him skeptically at such tenderness
• he rose his gun/arm thing above you as you laid limply in his palm with a frown, and he shielded you from the rain
• "I stand corrected, human, your response was quite logical. i cannot allow such an emotionally intelligent creature to perish so pathetically."
• you continued to stare at him
• "would you humor me with your opinion on my work?" he queried, and you didnt see why not, so you agreed absent mindedly
• he pressed you against his massive chest plates, his gun still sheilding you from the cold rain, and then his vents turned on, blowing hot air on your body
• you smiled for the first time at the warmth as the robot walked with you in his grasp towards the metal castle like building that he soon informed you was a replica of the decepticon's headquarters on his home planet
• he was very much aware of the small piece of cybertronian history you had wrapped around your neck, but it was much too tiny to have any effect on his actual project, so he allowed you to keep it- it was merely a crumb and wouldn't prove to be of any use, unfortunately
• in truth, shockwave had been lonely- so terribly loney as he patched his wounds onna deserted planet and was left to rot alone for several million years
• lonely enough to find comfort in the wobbly words of a primitive species
• lonely enough to scoop up said human and decide that he wanted a friend who could battle what he thought to be illogical and convince him otherwise
• lonely enough to notice the shiver the human gave when rain continued to hit them while being held in his wet servo
