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ajremixWell here's something I never thought I'd write. I mean aside from another TF!human AU, but one based on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
haearnmouse's Ghost Unit and our subsequent emails on it (mainly because it was years ago). I don't even know what to tag it as, really...
Title: Night Terrors
Fandom: Transformers human AU
Rating: PG-13 ish? For one swear word and vague images of violence/trauma?
Word Count: 368
Characters: Fallout, Roadbuster
Summary: Sometimes Fallout doesn't know she's dreaming.
There are nights when she wakes up with data streaming behind her eyelids, head so full of information that she doesn't know where she is or what she's doing. Every shadow is an ambush and every light a muzzle flash. Her heart pounds against her ribs like an engine screaming and what she thinks is wind howling around her as the world blurs past is just her breath ragged in her ears. Her hands clench and her lungs ache and her limbs tremble because they know they should be doing something but they just don't know what and her brain makes her dizzy as she tries to figure it out.
Those are the nights, when he is there to witness them, that he leaves the room. Because holding her means trapping her and whispering to her is just one more stream of words she has to untangle. So he sits outside and waits until she picks out what is reality, until she turns on the lights in every dark corner so she knows, beyond any doubt, that she is safe. Then she'll walk out and he'll sit quietly. Sometimes she'll sit next to him, sometimes they'll walk together, and sometimes she just needs to be alone, checking on her team to make sure they're all right. Maybe the two will go back to sleep after, or maybe they'll just talk and he'll offer her no platitudes. He won't tell her that it'll be alright, that she's safe and no one will get hurt because he knows it's just a matter of time. She'll be back out on the field again, coordinating her team and slipping between shadows, a speed demon whose tire tracks lead a path of destruction and stolen secrets. There is never going to be an honest 'it will pass' when she has to go out and live more fuel for her nightmares.
She doesn't hold it against him, though. Because when he wakes up with artillery exploding in his ears and firearms bursting hot in his hands and blood- his own, his teams', some poor fuck who put a foot in the wrong place - on his armor, she will do the same for him.
haearnmouse's Ghost Unit and our subsequent emails on it (mainly because it was years ago). I don't even know what to tag it as, really...Title: Night Terrors
Fandom: Transformers human AU
Rating: PG-13 ish? For one swear word and vague images of violence/trauma?
Word Count: 368
Characters: Fallout, Roadbuster
Summary: Sometimes Fallout doesn't know she's dreaming.
There are nights when she wakes up with data streaming behind her eyelids, head so full of information that she doesn't know where she is or what she's doing. Every shadow is an ambush and every light a muzzle flash. Her heart pounds against her ribs like an engine screaming and what she thinks is wind howling around her as the world blurs past is just her breath ragged in her ears. Her hands clench and her lungs ache and her limbs tremble because they know they should be doing something but they just don't know what and her brain makes her dizzy as she tries to figure it out.
Those are the nights, when he is there to witness them, that he leaves the room. Because holding her means trapping her and whispering to her is just one more stream of words she has to untangle. So he sits outside and waits until she picks out what is reality, until she turns on the lights in every dark corner so she knows, beyond any doubt, that she is safe. Then she'll walk out and he'll sit quietly. Sometimes she'll sit next to him, sometimes they'll walk together, and sometimes she just needs to be alone, checking on her team to make sure they're all right. Maybe the two will go back to sleep after, or maybe they'll just talk and he'll offer her no platitudes. He won't tell her that it'll be alright, that she's safe and no one will get hurt because he knows it's just a matter of time. She'll be back out on the field again, coordinating her team and slipping between shadows, a speed demon whose tire tracks lead a path of destruction and stolen secrets. There is never going to be an honest 'it will pass' when she has to go out and live more fuel for her nightmares.
She doesn't hold it against him, though. Because when he wakes up with artillery exploding in his ears and firearms bursting hot in his hands and blood- his own, his teams', some poor fuck who put a foot in the wrong place - on his armor, she will do the same for him.
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