Jetfire is always good

Date: 2010-08-12 03:55 am (UTC)
It took him a while to wake up, to move. The sight, the sound did not register at first.

White...

He knows this face and he doesn't. And that makes his spark twist up inside him. The pain is clear on his face - he's still waking up, he has no chance to hide it.

He doesn't speak at first, he simply gapes and he wrestles with the not-knowing as he tries to move. He feels... decayed. Rusted. Misused, out of date. He tries to speak, and at first he can't. He coughs, a harsh sound that shakes his whole body, and tries again. The sound is like a rusted hinge, a grating screech from disuse.

"I don't remember."

It hurts him to admit this. It hurts him every time he remembers that he doesn't remember. He is himself, or he should be. Why isn't he here?

So many questions. He's almost entirely certain this is his dream. Or a dream. Or a between place. Why now, after more than a million years of being alone, why here?

He closes his eyes and hangs his head.
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