I'm Sorry: A dedication to my closest furry Friend

In dedication to my cat Cranberry
who past away last week.

I love you, RIP and I am sorry for
not being there when your time came

I'm Sorry

A
TFP  Fanfic

I
own nothing

Transformers
belongs to Hasbro

Main
Characters: Soundwave, Ravage

Ever
wonder why Ravage isn't in TFP? Here is the answer.

Soundwave left
the bridge in a hurry. He had returned from a scouting mission and
was told Lord Megatron wanted him to come to the Med-bay as soon as
he returned. Turning every corner with a slide, he nearly knocked
down three Vehicons along the way. He didn't even slow down when he
came to the door; he just ran straight at it and trusted the sensors
to open the door for him.

When he finally
screeched to a halt, he didn't see anything going on. No medical
equipment was on, and Knockout was standing with his back to him
looking at a data pad. Megatron was standing in the way of the berth,
which was oddly laying flat instead of at an angle like it normally
would for a patient. He turned to Soundwave and was sure to not let
the berth be in his line of vision.

“Soundwave,”
Megatron started, walking over to the smaller mech and laying a hand
on his shoulder, “I am sorry to report this, but she was very
tired when she came back from a mission. We all thought she had just
gone to your room for a recharge. When a Vehicon went to get the data
she had recovered well...” trailing off, Megatron turned and
showed him something he never dreamed, not even in his deepest
nightmares to see. Pushing past his master, Soundwave slowly crept to
the berth, as if by magic by the time he would be get to the edge it
would end up being some illusion.

There on the
berth was Ravage. She lay as still as stone, not acknowledging her
owners presence. Normally she would rise and rush to his legs,
purring and rubbing along him, but not today. Looking her over, she
had no injury, not deep gashes or pouring energon; she just lay
there, her optics shut and lifeless.

Offline....

“I examined
her before you came in,” Knockout came over to the table and
showed the data pad, but Soundwave didn't even bother to look at it,
“ There are no internal injuries, no pain at all. She
just...died of an old spark.”

“Soundwave,
we understand this is hard for you to acknowledge,” Megatron
interjected, “ but rest assured we will always remember Ravage
as one of the most loyal Deceptions we have ever had.”
Signaling  Knockout with a nod to follow him out of the Med bay and
give the the intelligence bot some time alone with his pet, he took
one last look at his longtime friend before the doors shut.

“This is
most troubling,” he mumbled, with Knockout following next to
him down the corridor, “Soundwave will not take this loss well.
Ravage has been with us since before the war.”

“Well
surely he understands, that makes her over 1600 stellar-cycles, and
that in itself is long for a predacon.”

Back in the
Med-bay, Soundwave hovered a hand over Ravage's face, almost afraid
she would crumble to dust if he touched her. All the moments with her
flashed over his screen, from fighting Autobots to just laying on his
berth in recharge.

“Ra-Ravage...”
Soundwave spoke, his voice quivering with emotion. She was on of the
few who ever heard him speak, on of the few who even saw his real
face. Taking off his screen mask, he was startled by the lubricant
the streaked the inside. He hadn't even realized he was crying, even
when some tears of lubricant dropped onto the feline's face. Lowering
himself to her, he laid his forehead on hers he let out a sob as
whispered a secret message to her, one that she would only know and
take with her back to the well of sparks.

“Ravage, I
had promised I would be there when it happened. I asked you to wait
for me. I....” unable to hold back the pain, Soundwave
collapsed in tears against the berth, his whole frame shuddering.

I'm sorry