Another ficbit, shorter.
Feb. 26th, 2005 11:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sakon76A not-so-random Transformers ficbit, based from the movie.
Hot Rod knew what a miracle felt like. It was that moment when, wrestling with Galvatron deep in the bowels of Unicron, his fingers touched the Matrix and it flared to life, glimmering, the chain that bound it shattering like a silicon spiderweb. It was the realization, rising to his feet, that /it wants me/, and how humbling that want was. He hadn't argued, slipping his hands into its holds--no, in that moment he had been transforming to be one with the Matrix's desires, to face in the same direction, to fill the darkness with light. Recriminations and resistance had come later, the growing pains of trying to fill a role he had never, ever been prepared for, much less expected to fill. But at that moment, hearing the voice of Optimus not only approve of him but raise him to the level of Prime, knowing that the dead and sacrificed were not gone but continued on in another form, still caring....
That moment would be inside him, crystalline like the Matrix, until the day he ceased to function.
Hot Rod knew what a miracle felt like. It was that moment when, wrestling with Galvatron deep in the bowels of Unicron, his fingers touched the Matrix and it flared to life, glimmering, the chain that bound it shattering like a silicon spiderweb. It was the realization, rising to his feet, that /it wants me/, and how humbling that want was. He hadn't argued, slipping his hands into its holds--no, in that moment he had been transforming to be one with the Matrix's desires, to face in the same direction, to fill the darkness with light. Recriminations and resistance had come later, the growing pains of trying to fill a role he had never, ever been prepared for, much less expected to fill. But at that moment, hearing the voice of Optimus not only approve of him but raise him to the level of Prime, knowing that the dead and sacrificed were not gone but continued on in another form, still caring....
That moment would be inside him, crystalline like the Matrix, until the day he ceased to function.
