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Day 1
Red Alert’s optics slowly onlined, and he was hit with a wave of pain throughout his whole frame. The last thing he remembered was being shot right in the chest, and falling into a chasm.
He was supposed to go with the autobots.
Now he was stuck in here.
He could barely move, and felt tears in his optics.
Suddenly, he heard someone.
Chromia.
She was also supposed to go on the ark, but she was here instead, looking for Red Alert.
“Red Alert!”
”Chromia!”
She rushed over to him. “Are you okay?”
He groaned. “No.”
Chromia helped Red Alert up, and guided him to the way out of the chasm. He heard the ark take off, and then an explosion.
****
Of course.
Now was a great time for Red Alert's body to act up.
While the arena was exploding around them.
Ever since being shot into the chasm, his body was always aching with pain.
As the month progressed, he started having good days, where he could go out on missions, and bad days, that confined him to a medical berth sometimes.
Today was supposed to be a good day.
Red Alert felt himself slowing down, as his body ached.
Oh shit.
He had wanted to help destroy the arena to save all future bots from the Decepticons. There was a risk, there always was. But he never thought of this.
The ground split apart, sending the bots into different groups. He couldn’t see what happened to most of them.
All except Jetfire.
Jetfire stopped, most likely looking in horror as the flames consumed the other bots, and trying to keep his balance.
He looked behind him, and saw Red Alert, and immediately started running towards them.
As he approached, Jetfire yelled. “Get onto my back!”
Red Alert nodded, as he hoisted himself up, and Jetfire transformed, blasting them both off the ground.
Jetfire weaved through falling chunks of the building, as the explosives continued to go off.
One chunk hit his wing, making him dip down a bit.
He heard Red Alert yelp, and he extended his field out, lacing it with comfort, as an attempt to calm the medic.
Finally, he found a way out, but their window of escape was closing rapidly.
“I'm going to boost my jets, okay?”
Red Alert could barely hear Jetfire over all the sounds, keeping his optics shut, not wanting to see the destruction.
Jetfire revved his engine, and a boom came from his jets, blasting towards the exit.
As soon as they got out, Jetfire went higher, avoiding the flying bits of the building.
He found a spot to land, right as another chunk hit his other wing.
“This is going to be a crash landing!”
As soon as Red Alert heard it, the jet turned his engines off, and started coasting towards the ground.
The medic opened their optics, and was panicking more and more by the second.
Jetfire eventually hit the ground, skidding across the ground, spinning rapidly. They slowed to a stop, and Jetfire transformed, Red Alert still holding onto him.
The medic slowly got off of the jet, before helping Jetfire up. Red Alert looked at his wings, wincing at the damage done.
The two looked at the burning building, standing in silence, trying to process everything that had happened in the past few minutes.
Red Alert put his hand on Jetfire's arm, before sliding to the ground, his body pains catching up with him again. The jet turned to him, catching him before he hit the ground.
Jetfire moved them both to the ground, providing them a rest for their aching bodies.
****
It was about an hour before they headed back to the theatre. Red Alert could barely move on his own, asking Jetfire for help with walking.
Jetfire put his arm across the medic's shoulders, as Red Alert put his arm behind the jet's back.
Red Alert could tell by the way Jetfire's wings were pointed down that he was in a lot of pain.
His own pain, he couldn't do a lot for.
But he could at least do something for Jetfire.
Jetfire opened the doors to the theatre, and padded into the now empty place.
All the bots had pledged to destroy the Decepticon arena, to eliminate any chance of Shockwave or Megatron or anyone harming them again.
And Jetfire and Red Alert were the last ones left.
The only two Cybertronians.
On a dying planet.
Jetfire set the medic down on a berth, before padding away into a storage room. He knew that Red Alert had been taking some sort of medication to help ease his pain, and attempted to find it. He also hoped to find something for his own pain, as well.
Not just his wings, but the leftover aches from all the other battles he had.
When he fought the Seekers before deserting them.
When he fought the Decepticons, allowing Optimus Prime time to get the allspark to the space bridge.
It might have been in vain though, as Optimus Prime, along with all the other autobots that joined him were long gone and the allspark's fate was unknown.
Snapping out of his thoughts, he found something that looked similar to what he saw Red Alert drinking at times, including some bandages for himself.
He padded back over where he left the medic, finding him curled up in a ball.
He held the medicine to Red Alert, before helping him sit up and drink. While the medic was drinking, Jetfire unravelled the bandages and started to wrap them around his wounds.
“Let me do that.” Red Alert put his drink down to offer help to the jet.
“I'm okay. You keep drinking.”
Red Alert looked at Jetfire for a moment, before grabbing his drink again.
“We're the only ones left here.”
“Correct.”
“We'll have to help each other.”
“Yes, that's why I got you the energon.”
Red Alert looked up and smiled at the jet. “Thank you.”
Jetfire merely nodded and continued wrapping his wings. He wouldn't be flying for a while.
Red Alert finished his drink, and looked around.
“We should get some rest.”
Again, Jetfire nodded and moved to a different part of the theatre, giving Red Alert space.
While they did have some trust for each other, they weren't particularly close. Yes, they did talk to each other, but it was never complete conversations.
But now they were the only ones here.
They would have to make something work.
Both bots didn’t seem to hate each other, and more than just tolerated each other’s presence.
It couldn’t be that hard.