Haunted Hello

Nominated for Best Tear-Jerker and winner of Best Overall Fanfic '03

Haunted Hello

Author’s Note: I’m nearly there, with the end of this short series. *anime tears* WWWWWWWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! *sniffle* Okay, I’m better . . . Hasbro and Mainframe still own Beast Wars, Evanescence owns their songs, and I own . . . a small bit of satisfaction that I have finally pulled this off. Hmm . . . I wonder if the rights for Dinobot are up for sale?

Long lost words whisper slowly to me

Still can’t find what keeps me here

Dinobot panted, leaning against a tree for a brief respite, hearing fire crackle around him ominously. He pressed his hand against a gash in his arm, hoping to stop the flow of mech-fluid at least a small bit. He heard a terrified almost-human shriek, and stood straight once more, starting to run towards the sound.

When all this time I’ve been so hollow inside

I know you’re still there

Sinead clung to the rock with all her might, hoping that she wouldn’t fall. She felt carefully with her left foot to below her, trying to find another foot-hold. Carefully, when she found one, she slowly put her weight down onto it. It held, and she inched downwards once again.

When she was seven feet from the floor of the valley, she dropped, and rolled carefully, stopping herself against a tree. She curled up slightly, and gasped for breath. Less than a minute later, a scream was heard. Standing, she started towards the sound slowly, not wanting to be caught.

Watching me wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Dinobot’s mind wasn’t completely upon saving these proto-humans. It was upon who would someday descend from them. If . . . if he failed here, what would happen to her? Would she never exist? Would they have met?

Dinobot wasn’t sure that he wanted to know.

Fearing you loving you

I won’t let you pull me down

Sinead was sobbing for breath now, but her eyes were alight with a flame that only a warrior can possess. The small proto-human was whimpering behind her, as she brandished a hardwood stick before her, glaring at the odd bot before her. “Back off, freak.”

“Hah! ’Yah’re even more slahggin’ idiotic than that ’Rapteh!”

“Who are you.”

“Whay . . . Quickstrike?”

Hunting you I can smell you - alive

Your heart pounding in my head

Sinead attacked with a fury that even surprised her. Within seconds, she had rendered Quickstrike unconscious, and then turned to face the green-eyed child behind her. “Go on, little one. Get to your family. Go.”

The child blinked once, then turned and ran. Sinead leaned upon the stick, then set off following the tracks that Dinobot had left behind.

Watching me wanting me

I can feel you pull me down

Rampage was down and out, as well as Waspinator. The crab had promptly imploded, right after Dinobot had shoved Waspinator into his cannon. He turned, and looked up at the darkening sky, sighing. He looked back down at his wounds, numerous though they were, and saw that only one could have been fatal. Up until then, they were all normal scratches.

Saving me raping me

Watching me

A twig snapped behind him, and he spun, weaponry armed, and bristled for another fight.

A human of lithe build, mahogany hair tangled and dirtied, stormy blue eyes weary but determined, stood there, leaning upon a staff of some sort of wood.

Dinobot took a step towards her, but saw a larger form behind her. She . . . had she been in league with him this whole time?! “You . . . you slagging traitor.”

She blinked in shock, then heard a twig snap close behind her, and she whirled, staff swinging low to catch the shadow’s knees. He was too fast, as he knocked her flat, and sending her skidding into a pile of rocks.

Playground school bell rings again

Rain clouds come to play again

Dinobot was astounded that he had been wrong, happily so, but realization hit him a moment later, causing him to roar in fury, as he charged at Megatron, gun firing wildly.

Megatron laughed, saying something that Dinobot ignored through his anger, and turned and left. Dinobot waited for the attack from any other side, but none came. Finally, he walked over to the form of the human that he had been closer to, than any other female. He knelt painfully, and reached over to touch her neck carefully, trying to feel for the pulse of life within.

Has no one tell you she’s not breathing?

Hello I’m your mind giving you someone to talk to

Hello

He let his hand fall, feeling none.

But . . . she was breathing.

“Sinead?”

Her fist swung out, and connected solidly with the side of his face. Once he was able to see straight, her voice accompanied it. “Call me traitor again, and I’ll castrate you.”

If I smile and don’t believe

Soon I know I’ll wake from this dream

Dinobot rubbed at his face, then grasped her hand. “I’ll come back for you. Stay here.”

“No . . . Dinobot . . .”

“I have to follow Megatron.”

He left her before she could protest. She sat up, feeling her world spin. Somehow, her left hand had still held onto the staff. She used that to stand, over the span of five precious minutes. The yell of victory reached her ears. It was victory . . . but at the highest cost.

Knowing that she was only going to hurt herself more either way, she ran towards the sound, and saw him, lying there . . .

Don’t try to fix me I’m not broken

Hello I’m the lie living for you so you can hide

Don’t cry

Sinead was crying even before she knew where she was. Somehow, she had reached Dinobot’s side, and was holding his had, fiercely grasping it, as if her touch alone would keep him alive longer. Slowly, she was aware that others were around her.

Dinobot’s optics activated slowly, even breathing proving to be an effort. Sinead’s voice was hoarse, a sad portrayal of what it was usually. “D-Dinobot . . .”

“You knew . . . as well as I.”

“But . . .”

“Don’t cry. You . . . you knew that it would come.”

Suddenly I know I’m not sleeping

Hello I’m still here

All that’s left of yesterday

Sinead closed her eyes, kissing his hand, and nodding, watching his optics looking over her one last time, as he whispered a quiet pledge that Sinead barely managed to repeat . . . And then they darkened forever . . .

His Spark rose up, but Sinead couldn’t make herself look. It was too painful, as if someone was ripping her own soul from her, and holding it out, teasing her. Finally, it lowered once before her face. The last sight that she saw before blacking out in the early hours of April 27, 2003 . . . was the sight of Dinobot holding her, while she was sound asleep, on February 14, 2003 . . . the first time that they had met.