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Everything should be going well, but it wasn’t, that was the story of his life. The moment he thought it was clear skies, boom thunderstorm, literally. They had already spent 3 hours waiting for the storm to clear up, then board the old Pathfinder onto the ferry and wait for another 4 hours to board and sail from Yakutst to Whittier. Then make a long trek all the way north to Talkee? Whatever the darn place is called!

That’s where the house was.

Which shouldn’t be too bad, if it wasn’t a few miles outside the quiet town where they got a flat. 

Instantly he felt his stomach plummet as the Pathfinder rocked and Getaway snarled slamming the dashboard. “You got to be fucking kidding me.” He muttered and pulled over, shutting the engine off and slamming his door.

It took a moment to gather himself, pull his eyes from the wildlife outside, and unbuckle and drag himself out of the red seat. He swallowed and stared at the shredded tire, that would be a pretty bill. Not to mention they were in Alaska so who knows when they’d get a new tire? 

Getaway huffed and paced up and down the Pathfinder, cursing from South to North. 

He knelt down, inspecting the tire, at least the rim was okay, they just needed a tire, not too bad. At least the spare was there, but the jack and tire iron was under a mountain of belongings. With tight lips he pulled himself up, his head spinning, it took a few moments for him to blink away the static. Then from there he pulled the tire swing out and opened the back hatch.

Getaway was several feet away, having a cigarette, kicking rocks.

There was a mountain of items that stared down at him, and with another deep breath, he undid hours of packing, setting it aside and finally fishing out the tire iron and jack. He got to work, sitting his butt on the ground he worked on the lugnuts, then pulled the tire off, grabbed the spare, and started to push it on.

“Need a hand?” A voice called.

He stilled, jumping up, head spinning, the mists rolled over the hills and the ocean waves crashing on the shore. It must’ve been nothing, he shrugged and knelt back down.

Then there was a crunch, he spun around and watched as a grown adult man tumbled down the side of a hill. He rolled, skidded, and smashed his face first into the dirt. Then with a deep laugh, the kind that rattled your bones, he poked his head up, giggling like some kid. “Oops.”

“Do you need help?” He cocked an eyebrow. 

He spat up dirt and shook himself, shaking his head and all the dirt flew off. Finally standing to his full height. Bigfoot might be real. The man was massive and huge, he was thick, and rugged, with torn clothes, had a carpet for chest hair, and a curly beard. He wore a thick soft lumberjack coat, jeans, and worst of all a fanny pack. Then to top it all off, a mullet.

It was almost painful to yank his eyes away from the man.

“A flat, yikes, that’s not fun.” Mullet man tsked and knelt down, grabbed the tire iron, and started working on the lugnuts. 

He stood back, watching as the hidden muscles peeked out of the layer of fat.

“Who is this guy?” Getaway stalked over, cigarette still in his mouth, puffing away.

“I don’t know, he just tumbled out?” He shrugged, and he swallowed as Mullet man tightened the lugnuts. 

With a snort he patted the tire, looking up with a smile and crinkle in his eyes. He stood up, offering his hand, Getaway took it. “Thunderclash,” 

“Getaway and this is Rodimus.” He nodded towards Rodimus, standing in front of him, he hardly reached Mull-Thunderclash’s wide chest.

“Pleasure to meet ya, visiting, passing through?”
“Moving in actually.” 

Thunderclash tilted his head to the side, cute, but weird. “Oh well then, welcome in, it’s not a big town, pretty small when you think about it. But the more the merrier. So where is home?” Thunderclash prodded, undoing the jack and packing it away, then started packing their items. 

“Yea, we got the old shack off of Mist Road.”

“Oh! I haven’t seen a soul in that place in so long,” He whistled. “It’s a bit run down, but cozy. It belonged to Ms.Ton, she was king, a great baker, and passed a few years ago.” Thunderclash packed their last back and shut the hatch, then pulled the wheel swing close. “It’s not too far from town, but I'd suggest getting gas, it’s a bit muddy and you’ll get stuck, no matter what.”

“Thanks for the tip.” Getaway rolled his eyes.

“Thank you for the help.” Rodimus stared at the ground.

“Hmmm, you two look worn down, why don’t you get some grub, it’s chili night at Den, um a bar in down. I’ll tag along and get ya there.” He offered.

Rodimus looked at his boyfriend and waited for his answer, it was his choice. It always was.

“Alright, but there’s no space, like none.”

Thunderclash grinned, he had massive canines. “Who said I’d be in the car?” He turned around and climbed on top of the Pathfinder, zipped his coat up, and used his belt to tie himself to the bike rack. “Besides I love the wind in my hair.”

“He doesn’t know when to give up, does he?” Getaway grumbled and hopped into the driver’s side, starting the car. 

Rodimus followed behind, buckling up and pulling his legs up, tightening his stomach as Getaway pushed his car into first gear and floored it, then roughly shifted into 2nd. He stayed quiet, watching as the world rushed by, pulling his rain jacket tight. 

He missed the warmth of Arizona. 

Slowly but surely the town of Talketneta? revealed itself, old shops and houses lined the main road, people walked about chatting, and some looked over and waved. The steady blinking of a single yellow stop light hung in the center of the town. 

Rodimus turned up and stared at the burly mullet man on the roof, watching his grin double as they drove on. What weirdo likes to sit on top of a moving car?

Thunderclash tapped the sunroof and pointed left.

Getaway obeyed and twisted the Pathfinder, pulling into a small bar. He shut the engine and slammed the door again, Rodimus flinched.

Thunderclash climbed down and opened the door, he rested his head on the door frame. “Hey.” His hair was wild from the wind, and twigs and dirt were in his beard. 

“Hey,” He stared at his hands, twitching.

The burly man took a deep inhale and huffed, turning towards the bar, then back at Rodimus. He opened, then shut his mouth, only to open it again. “Come inside, get some chili,” He pulled his coat off and wrapped it around Rodimus’, zipping it up. “Get some meat on those bones.”

He smiled and followed Thunderclash into the bar.

“Clash!” The bar stopped and yelled, raising glasses, bowls, and even chunks of bread.

Thunderclash laughed, it was the same deep one, and it rattled Rodimus’ skeleton. “Hush, can I get a few big bowls of chili and some rolls?”

“As if you needed to ask!” Firestorm yelled from the bar, then frowned. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Fell down a hill.” His handsome face darkened with embarrassment. “Then rode on top of their car, oh!” He slapped his face. “Everyone, this is Rodimus and Getaway.” He pointed to them. 

“Well bless my little heart, we got some fresh meat!” Firestorm called. “But that DOESN’T EXPLAIN FALLING OFF A HILL THEN RIDING ON A CAR ROOF!”

“I rolled, I roll, I like rolling out, and um dry cleaning?”

Another skinny man popped up, carrying drinks. “Clash, we love you, but you're a clutz, one day you’re going to get hit by a car.”

“Who says I haven’t already?” He pulled Rodimus along and sat him at the bar. “Besides Riptide, you know exactly what kind of trouble I get into.” He made finger guns at the skinny man. 

“ Sureee , you’re the only one brave enough to handle a mad raccoon.”

“Truly the town hero.” The bar blew up with laughter.

Rodimus smiled, it was funny, watching the himbo of a man fuss with his friends, his stomach growled, and he tightened the coat around him. A big bowl of chili was pushed into his face, along with a glass of lemonade and a bread roll. “Thank you.”

Firestar leaned down. “What’s a scrawny thing like you doing here?”

To get away from the lives he ruined? After everything he didn’t want to go back to Arizona, not back to his brother, or to his best friend. They were better off without him. Rodimus pushed a painful smile. “I wanted to explore, besides it’s pretty up here.”

Firestar hummed, spun around, and poured another ladle of chili into the bowl. “Well, you’re not leaving until this bowl is empty.” 

His mouth watered and he took the spoon, taking a bite, it warmed him up, and his stomach ached for food. He wolfed it down, spoon by spoon, Firestar watched, Thunderclash hardly touched his bowl and Rodimus’ was gone. He knew he looked messy, disgraceful even, and knew that he had a gut, but he was starving and needed something in his system.

Rodimus licked his lips and pushed the bowl forward.

“Jeez, you could’ve asked for something to eat, ya know?” Getaway snaked an arm around him, pulling Rodimus close. “You’re going to eat them out of business.”

“Pfft, that’s only one bowl,” Firestorm snorted and slammed a soup pot down. “Everyone here loves my chili. Actually, take some home, I know I put that Tupperware somewhere.”

“Erm, no thank you-”

“I insist.” Firestorm slammed a big tub down, filled it with chili, and set a bag of rolls on top. “Consider it a welcome to town.” She shoved it into Getaway’s arms. “So welcome to Talkeetna.”

So that’s how you pronounce it?

“Thanks.” It was dry, Rodimus winced again, Getaway wasn’t happy.

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The house wasn’t too bad, it was pretty old, a simple two-story, wood stove, bathroom with an old tub, a living/dining room, and a single bedroom. It was chilly inside, and he pulled Thunderclash’s coat tighter, it smelled of wilderness. Exhaustion dragged his limbs down and he put the chili in the fridge, after plugging it in.

He spun around and his heart sank as Getaway stomped in, he washed his face and spat in the sink. “Ugh,” He glared at Rodimus, eyes pinning the coat. “Why’d you keep that? Looks like trash.”

“It’s warm, and I’ll give it back once we unpack the coats.”

Getaway tsked. “I drove, you unpack, I’m gonna find my sleeping bag and call it a night.” He stomped back to the Pathfinder and yanked his own travel bag out, leaving the car still running and the door wide open. “Fucking hell of a day, stupid mud, I swear if we have any more mud that’s fucking it.” He grumbled and slammed a door.

He slumped and zipped the massive coat up, making his way over to his car. He shut the engine off and left the keys hanging, but let the light run as he unpacked. Rodimus was glad that he got some chili inside him, without he was sure he’d faint again, this time he knew that Getaway wouldn’t wake up. 

Bit by bit he moved boxes, bags of clothes, and long cases into their house. He always was careful with the guns, Getaway was always prideful with his weapons. Shame that no one wanted to buy them when Rodimus had to sell his fishing gear. Slowly the red interior of the Pathfinder was revealed and the thick carpet.

There was only one tub left.

It was a tub of his half-finished college degree, along with a few notebooks and photos of them. All of it was painful to look at, pulling on his heartstrings. Broken promises and memories that came back with a deep bite. He shoved some of the notebooks aside, photos, and a high school yearbook with a lot of love notes and hearts. His eyes landed on the small torn-up wallet, something he actively hid from Getaway.

Rodimus smiled down at the wallet, opening it up, only a few hundred dollars and old photos. A whole other life that he used to have, and this was all that was left of his old self. 

Somethings he’ll never get back. He had to accept that.

Tears pricked his eyes and Rodimus swallowed an ice brick, plopping the wallet back at the bottom of the box. Shoving everything back on top of it and blinking back the tears.

Something snapped out there, behind him.

There was this feeling, he’d only had a few times in his life, the kind of feeling that creeps up your spine and triggers your fight-or-flight response. It was like a picture right before something bad happened, like a car crash or a gunshot.

He wasn’t alone.

Rodimus swallowed and set the box down, he snagged a flashlight and summoned every ounce of courage he could, and spun around. The beam hit the trees, the lawn, the driveway, everything, it was normal, normal midnight outside. His heart slowed and he sighed, doing one final sweep of the outside, hoping to turn in and go to sleep.

Trees, shrubbery, bushes, everything looked totally normal.

Maybe it was his overactive imagination again? He was sure of it, wasn’t the first time he did something like this. Thought that there was someone following his car home, or someone outside his window. Just simple little things.

Rodimus sucked in the cool night air, deciding to do one last check of his lawn.

It felt like two needles ripped through his heart, instantly his hair went up and his knees grew weak. Everything felt colder. Bright red coals stared directly at him, pinning him to his spot.

He stilled, the light burning into his eyes. His heart was racing, his hair up, knees shaking. Bright red eyes stared at him, hidden in a bush. Maybe it was a raccoon or a deer? Something small? Then they blinked and rose up, and up, and up.

Rodimus felt his stomach drop, staring at whatever it was, it towered above the bushes, and the eyes could clear the Pathfinder, and then some. His butt grew cold as he fell flat on it, and his teeth clattered. His heart was panicking in his chest and he spun around, forgetting the box and slamming the front door shut, locking it. He curled up on the floor, heart racing in his skull, and shut his eyes tight. Pulling the massive coat around him and hoping it would protect him.

Steps, it was coming closer, on the concrete, a deep sniff followed and he curled up tighter as the sniff darkened into a growl. Nothing should sound like that. It circled and huffed outside.

A hot breath of air tickled his spine.

It was right outside the door, inches from tearing through and devouring him.

He felt the tears sting his eyes and Rodimus curled up even tighter, heart almost exploding in his chest. His head was rushing, everything was spinning he felt like throwing up and once again he saw the black before he could process it.

The morning sun woke him up, and Rodimus groaned uncoiling his limbs and sitting up, back against the door. His head hurt. Why did he sleep on the front door? “Ugh,” He stuck his tongue out and stared at the mess, everything was unpacked, right?

They drove home, got stuck a few times, Getaway went to sleep and Rodimus stayed up to unpack and- that thing, the eyes. 

He shivered as he remembered the hot breath, the fear that laced his heart.

He fainted, again. With the Pathfinder’s lights still on.

Rodimus jerked up, head still spinning he ignored it and rushed out. Almost slamming into the car. The doors were closed, and the hatch was closed. He peered in and saw the keys on the driver’s seat. Rodimus yanked the door open and climbed in, pushing the key in and pressing the clutch down. The Pathfinder rumbled to life.

Instant relief flooded his head and he slumped over the wheel, the horn was broken long ago. He swore he left everything open, doors, hatch, even the tire swing, the battery should be dead after an hour or two of leaving the lights on.

Glad that the car was still working, he climbed out and shut the door. Maybe it was all a dream or a nightmare? Something? Maybe his fainting spells were getting worse? Rodimus stared at their yard, the patch of concrete, trees, bushes, everything. 

He stared at the area where the eyes were and took a deep breath, he pulled the bush aside and looked into the small clearing. Twigs and grass littered the forest ground, small rocks, but then there were tracks, massive tracks. Rodimus leaned down and pressed his hand into the track, it was a paw, a cat? Cougar? Or maybe some kind of wolf? Then again what kinda wolf could be that big? 

The paw print was double the side of his hand, massive compared to him.

He shivered as the growl crept back into his mind.

Rodimus turned towards his house, then back to the paw print. Getaway was still sleeping, if he was lucky he’d be able to go to town and back before Getaway woke up. Besides he had a jacket to return.

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The morning started as it did normally, he woke up, half fluffy, yawned with a big stretch and his throat made a squeaky sound. Then he rolled over and nuzzled into the softness of his blanket. Naturally.

Okay so sure maybe blowing $8,000.00 dollars on an Alaskan King bed wasn’t exactly a smart idea. Sure it was super pricey to deliver and the delivery truck wasn’t able to bring it all the way into the woods. So Thunderclash ratchet strapped halfway into his Jimmy and did some slight off-roading. That was when Firestar was living with him and she helped him heave the massive bed up the several sets of stairs and finally into the old fire lookout.

But to him, it was worth every single penny.

He took a deep snort of the bed and snuffed it back out and did a finally big stretch and pulled himself out of the bed. Taking his time to stretch his hands and feet, listening as the clack of long nails faded away and he shrunk. 

That’s right he was out late last night. After the Den meeting, he drove home, parked the Jimmy, and stared at the tower, his home. Then directly broke Firestar’s orders. Yea, he really shouldn’t have done that.

What was he thinking?

Cool water splashed on his face and he shook it off, brushed his teeth, and called it good. The door shut behind him and Thunderclash stretched with a yawn, back popping. He turned towards his trusty steel stead, and old Jimmy and started his long drive into town. 

He loved the woods, loved the wild nature of it all, naturally, he was supposed to. It was where he belonged, inside and out. From when he was a youngin making mud pies and hunting frogs. To now exploring the forest. Most of the time he’d forget his truck and run off. He was bred for it, through and through.

Normally he’d watch out for poachers, old traps, and trash, making sure everything was healthy and good. Marking moose trails, and bear dens, watching the pack border and helping his family.

Nothing came into Talkeetna without him knowing.

He was there when Tailgate and Cyclonus wandered into town, the cute old couple was welcomed with open arms. Then again they never bothered anyone, okay maybe they took up most of the sidewalk with their stupidly cute hug walk. He was pretty sure the two knew about the town's secret but didn’t truly care.

Photon simply came running from another pack, he was lost and rested up. Now he simply stayed there, pleased with the laid-back nature he found himself a new home. He tended to the gas station with pride.

Velocity was there from the start, she grew up with Thunderclash, and the two of them would drag up trouble. She was a bit reckless but once she came back from medical school everything changed. Okay almost everything, she still loved to cause problems on purpose.

It was a quiet town, but it was his home, always had been.

The Jimmy slowed to a stop and parked it outside the Den, waving at Riptide and Firestar. Thunderclash sighed, shaking his head, wishing he could figure out what had gotten into him. If he was lucky and Firestar couldn’t sniff out the truth he’d not have to deal with her chewing him out, literally. 

Firestar shoved a coffee into his hands.

“Out all night, eh?” Riptide commented.

“Yea, it was a long one, bears are making the rounds, keep your territory guarded.” he sipped it, he only got some of the southeast tracked, and marked the dens on the map. He was so close to finishing up the mapping only to have his nose hairs burning as the cigarette smoke drifted up. He watched for a while and was glad that he made sure to have his fanny pack and coat on him. “Nothing much, but once salmon season starts we’re gonna have to be a bit more careful, leave warning and make sure the tourists stay well in the borders. Just have to be careful.”

“Sure, careful, like stumbling down the side of a hill?” Firestar pointed out. 

“What, I saw that they were in trouble, and could use a hand.”

“He’s too skinny, isn’t he?” Riptide commented, yawning, flashing his fangs. “Is that why you gave him your jacket?”

“That better be, I’d rather not have to deal with another situation , just scare them back home and call it good.” She tugged her long sleeve. Firestar drank her cup and twisted her face. “The other one was so snooty, Getaway right? A fitting name, get away from that guy.”

Thunderclash felt his stomach turn, wishing that summer never happened.

“He seemed so sad, but didn’t know it? Numb? It was like someone sucked all of his colors out and now we have nothing more than an old photo of who he used to be.” Riptide commented, shrugging as if he didn’t say anything intellectually deep at all. 

Thunderclash nodded, keeping his mouth shut about his long night. “The sooner the better, we don’t need that in Talkeetna.” That didn’t sound right, it felt like a hair stuck in his mouth. Did he really just want to push them out? Throw someone out who desperately needed help. 

“Got that right.” Riptide stuck his tongue out.

Then the white Pathfinder roared over the hill, rocking against potholes, and pulled up engine purring. The car moved with giddiness, Thunderclash was sure that was impossible. The engine shut off and out popped not a grumpy snappy man but a skinny freckled covered ginger. 

Rodimus yawned, stretched, and stomped up to them, with more energy than yesterday. “God I miss driving. Good morning.” He smiled, it wasn’t exactly happy, but it was happier. “I got some questions about this town, Talkneta? Talknet?”

“Talkeetna,” The three of them said in unison.

“How’d you sleep last night?” Firestar asked. “By the way looking good, got a nice little pot belly, huh?”

“Yea, thanks for that. Ummm about last night? So I did sleep, I think? Might’ve just crashed, it was a long drive. But we got home about midnight, and I was unpacking, Getaway pretty much was sleep driving so I told him to rest up. So uh,” he stopped, itching the back of his messy hair, his cursed adorable red locks. “I saw something.”

“Something?” Riptide pressed. “Like a moose?”

“Racoon?” Firestar added, leaning against Thunderclash.

“No no, um all I saw was eyes, big red eyes.”

“Eyes?” The three of them looked at each other, playing up the confusion.

Instantly he felt the annoyance radiating off his friend.

“Yea, yea, big eyes, they were watching me, low to the ground, then when I pointed the light at them, they uh,” He gestured with his hand, high above his head, around Thunderclash’s height, then he jumped. “Not even close. Huge, it was small then big, like one of those water dinos sponge thingies?”

“So you saw this thing and then what?”

“I ran inside, and listened for it, I thought it was going to kill me, right from a horror film or something? It was smelling everything, I think it paced around my car and it uh smelled me through the door.”

“So something last night was watching you, got really big, and smelled your car and the door?” Firestar summed up.

“Yea, but then, this morning, I saw tracks, huge tracks, a cat or a dog something, it’s bigger than my hand.”

They looked at each other. 

“Um, Rodimus, not that we don’t believe you but there are bears up here, big grizzlies, black bears, sometimes polar bears, maybe don’t stay out alone at night?” Thunderclash rested his hand on Rodimus’ shoulder, feeling how small he felt, it hurt so much harder than it should. “We kinda have a curfew for that reason, no one is out at night in the forest.” He fought every inch of himself not to pull in.

Rodimus sighed and collapsed into his chest, hugging him. “Thanks, just that’s all I needed to hear, it was a bear, just a big scary bear.”

“Yea.” he patted Rodimus’ back, heart racing, and he kept his arms at his side. Warmth radiated off of the ginger. 

Firestar and Riptide shook their heads.

“Hey want a coffee?” Firestar offered. “Just made a pot.”

“Thanks, but I gotta head home, I want to make sure Getaway’s feeling better and unpacking. Well-oh!” He took off Thunderclash’s jacket and handed it to him. “Thanks, I think I found mine. I’ll see you around.” he bolted back into his Pathfinder, a real smile on his face as he floored it down the rocky path. The man drove like a hurricane.

“Soooo,” She slowly turned towards him.

He felt the daggers stabbing into him.

“You dumb bitch.” Firestar groaned and slapped his shoulder. “You didn’t!”

“What? I was worried.”

“You were caught, you’re playing with fire and you want to get caught? Okay I get it, you always want to help out, and sometimes that gets you into trouble.” She pulled the jacket wide open, and long bits of fur trickled out. “This is a bit much. If you want to go play hero, then don’t pull us all in. Is it red hair? I mean you found me and instantly took me in. It’s red hair isn’t it?”

“She’s got a point Thunderclash, you’re not the only one on the line. What do you think will happen when he finds out? What do you think will happen when Getaway finds out?”

He whined and wrapped his jacket around him, it smelled of Rodimus.“It’s fine, it was a one-time thing, I wanted to make sure he was settled in and that nothing was wrong. Besides I’m sure they won’t last long.”

“They own that house, you think they’re going to just leave? Thunderclash we can’t simply bully them out of Talkeetna. We just have to do…something.” She snuffed and clicked her tongue, tapping her boots on the worn wood. 

“They can wait, we agreed to keep far from their cabin at night, right? Now it’s time to start setting up the bonfire.” Riptide scratched his stubbly beard, it was growing fast as the full moon climbed higher in the sky. “We have a lot of work to do.”

He was thankful that the surfer had changed the subject. “I’ll start loading the wood up and clearing an area. I’m sure those who won’t participate won’t be there?”

“Yea, I already connected with a few, Velocity won’t join, I’m sure you won’t, but who doesn’t love a good party?”

Thunderclash finished with his cup and set it aside, zipping his coat up and putting his hair up. He had a lot of work to do today. He knew he wasn’t going to be joining the hunt, but he would watch over his town and his family.

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The engine purred under him and he tapped his steering wheel, clicking his tongue as the static-filled radio played classic dad jams. He turned left again and slowed as the roaring river rushed by, Rodimus pushed his clutch and settled on 2nd gear letting the car slowly roll down the hill. 

With a rolled-down window, he stuck his head out and took a deep breath of the chilly air.

It wasn’t Arizona.

There were no rattlesnakes, no blazing days, tumbleweeds, or far-off gazelles. True he missed the warmth of sunbathing or the long summer nights he’d spend at the concrete creek with a tube. 

But this could be home, his new home, he’d just have to give himself time. 

Sure his family wasn’t here, actually he wasn’t too sure if his letter made it to them, he didn’t really put a return address. Optimus would be pissed, older brothers generally do that when you don’t listen. Grandpa Kup would be worried sick if he wasn’t telling war stories or watching old movies. 

Rodimus pulled over to the side and shut the Pathfinder off, and climbed out. He walked down the creek, balancing on boulders and rocks and finally sitting down on a dry stone. The mist was returning to the thick forest and soon the sun would be out.

He shivered without a coat, he left it at home, and he just returned Thunderclash’s. Rodimus grabbed a stick and pulled his legs up and watched the river rush by.

This was his new home.

He swallowed, why did he do this? Leave his life behind and rush off? Getaway wanted it, wanted him, and wanted a place to call their own. It was tough, with the long nights he spent with Optimus, the conversation turned harsh and the next thing he knew they were yelling and everything was breaking around him. 

When did his brother become such an asshole? 

He taught Rodimus how to ride a bike, how to drive, hell he taught him how to cook and fix almost anything. And for those moments when their dad didn’t exist or their mom wasn’t there, Optimus was there, filling in for their parents.

He remembered the hours they’d spend getting into trouble and hiding from Kup, ducking under the stairs or climbing the roof. When Optimus ruffed his strawberry locks and wink, it felt like love.

It was a far cry from their relationship now. Optimus didn’t know where he was, couldn’t control him from 2742 miles away, all Optimus knew was that Rodimus wasn’t coming back.

The sting of tears didn’t help and he curled up tighter, poking the mushy ground with his stick. He wished it was better, that Optimus could simply be there for him again, be his brother again. 

There was a weight in his back pocket, it made his butt uncomfortable and he finally pulled it out. The old wallet. He opened it and felt the tears drip down his cheeks. 

Old photos, Kup and him fishing, Optimus and him rebuilding the Pathfinder’s engine, Drift and him at their graduation. Some spare change. He swallowed back the tears and stared at the last photo.

Drift should hate him now, truly hate him. He broke a line, a line that for their whole lives neither of them crossed, or even came close to touching. Rodimus didn’t know what came over him, he was the one who threw the first punch, Drift was shocked, only to reel back and punch him back. Next thing he knew they were on the lawn with bloody noises and bruises. Optimus pried them apart and Rodimus stormed off.

That was the last time he saw Drift, bloody nose and busted lip.

“Who are you?” He repeated the cruel words that his best friend said. Curling up even tighter on the stone, letting the morning sun warm him up. So much had changed and now he truly didn’t know the answer to that question. 

The deep cool air soothed his aching heart and he uncoiled and leaned back on the slab, Rodimus watched the clouds high above pass by. The boulder was rough and cool against his skin, burning him back to the smell of gasoline and fluorescent lighting. Truly his lowest point.

He fainted, right outside a gas station, great, exactly what they needed. The flashing lights and siren alerted him, Rodimus sat up only to have someone push him back down.

“Relax kid, you’re safe, just breathe.” It was a deep gruff voice.

Slowly he blinked his eyes and stared at the ambulance tech. “I’m fine.”

“Sure you are, when was the last time you ate? Kid, I can lift you with one hand.”

“He’s fine,” Getaway pressed, kneeling next to Rodimus. “Just needs some rest.”

Yea, sleeping sounded really good right now. He leaned against Getaway catching his breath. It was weird one minute he was fine pumping gas and starting out at nothing, the next he was dizzy and everything went black. 

“I insist you take him to a hospital.” The tech pressed.

“Listen, Ratchet? I’d love to, but we’re kinda in the middle of moving. So would you mind?” Getaway snarled and pulled Rodimus close. The movement made the world spin and the blood flush from his face.

Ratchet, that was a familiar name, Ratchet was from somewhere? Right? Surely didn’t go to high school or college with a Ratchet. 

Ratchet stood up and yanked Getaway’s collar with him. “I don’t know about you brat, but he’s clearly not eating and really shouldn’t be around a pile of shit like you.” 

“I don’t see anyone else here?” Getaway waved his arms, Rodimus clung to him, shutting his eyes tight hoping the world would stop spinning.

“I swear I’ll put you in the ER myself, ya know what-!” He grabbed his radio.

Getaway snarled and pried himself out of Ratchet’s arms, he scooped Rodimus up and shoved him into the Pathfinder. Rodimus was groggy but put his seat belt on. Getaway cursed and sped out of the gas station, pushing the car. 

The black spots returned and Rodimus rested his head against the window, everything was blurring into a mess. He pulled his phone out and tried to fight the dizzy world around him, focusing on one simple thing. Endless scrolling, that would keep him awake, it always did when it was late at night or when he got into another fight with his brother. Rodimus picked the social media app that his whole town used, and scrolled, passing high school friends, college crushes, everything, even family. 

Then the medic appeared, almost out of nowhere, it was a far cry from the glaring medic he saw moments ago. Ratchet had a huge smile and blushing cheeks, his hair was combed and his beard was trimmed. There was a crinkle in his eyes one that meant that the grumpy man was radiant. Then again he was wrapped around the kindest man around, matching rings and everything.

Ratchet was Drift’s fiance. 

Fuck.

Everything faded to black. 

Rodimus didn’t want to unpack that, with those thoughts shoved deep into his skull away from his waking mind he got up, and dusted the dirt off. He had unpacking to do, several areas to fix up, and hopefully he’d find his real coat. He tossed the stick into the river, and a distinct slash followed.

There was a huff.

He stilled and looked around, spotting something that he wasn’t expecting, it was a dog, right? No, pointed ears big thing, thick coat, he wasn’t sure if it was a mutt or a wolf, but it was watching him. The beast blinked and shook its head, and the thick dark ginger coat followed. Then as quietly it snuck up on him, it simply turned away and trotted off.

Rodimus watched where it was, it was watching him for a while, studying him. Piercing blue eyes that cut right through him. He swallowed and shoved himself into the safety of his car. Those red eyes that watched him, they studied him, sized him up. That thing from last night wasn’t a bear, it was something else.

Something far more dangerous.

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There was a lot of work to do before tonight, like a lot of work. With that, he popped the camper top off of the Jimmy and grabbed his saws and axes. Then did some slight off-roading and made his way to Velocity’s cottage. 

A cute little place, several plants, and a greenhouse, out of the whole town she had the biggest green thumb. Her teas were legendary, natural medicine and vegetables were plentiful, and best of all, there was a secret weed hanger. 

Velocity poked her head out of the greenhouse, waved her dirt-covered glove, and poked back in. It was always fun watching her do anything like someone took a ragtime piano and half an orchestra and shoved it into a person. Velocity would be cooking one minute the next she’d be doing her taxes. A bit scatterbrained but she was a great doctor and vet. Healer?

She stomped out, hair tied up, shorts on, boots, and gloves. In one hand was her thermos, in the other a six-pack. With that, she climbed into the Jimmy and grinned. “It’s hunt night.”

“Hunt night.” He repeated. Even though he’d never join another hunt again, that didn’t mean he couldn’t hang with the town.

Velocity howled and stuck her head out the window. “I can’t wait to get some good hunches!”

He snorted and shook his head. That was her, known her since they were pups, always hungry for more. They drove out to the old mill, finding a jeep parked and another fully ripped woman stretching. 

Elita’s long silver hair was shoved into her bandana, she heaved the axe up. “Think we can fit everything in the Jimmy?” Her cocky grin was a classic, then again everything about her was a classic.

“We’ve done it before.” Velocity shrugged. “Besides we only burn till midnight.” 

She shook her head. “You kids, welp come on, we’ve got a lot of work to do.” She turned on her heel and led them deeper into the forest.

It was pretty rare that Elita would join the pack, she liked living on the edge of town, watching from afar. She’d come to get a few things for a month and return to her reclusive life. Yet if they needed help the old lady would come down and do her part.

It was just the three of them, they were born as pups (Elita was notably the leader at that point), the rest of the pack was strays or confused, and some even asked for the gift. Thunderclash didn’t like to linger too much that it was only the three of them, while the rest were cursed or gifted this. 

Elita marked the trees weeks ago, as sicker and dead trees but a few healthy ones, a good mixture of dry and thick trees. With a whistle, she rolled her shoulders and started work on one. Velocity started to saw down another, and Thunderclash found one to work on. 

“Timber!”

“No, you timber!”

Trees fell left and right, they stripped the branches and tied them to the roof of Elita’s jeep, then the trunks were chopped up and tossed in the Jimmy’s bed. With that, they all packed up and drove to the beach. 

Talkeetna’s normal sleepy nature was what greeted them. Cyclonus and Tailgate walked towards the cafe, hand in hand, humming a catchy tune. The cute old couple waved at them, or well Tailgate jumped up and down waving while Cyclonus held her close.

The lounging dark figure of Ricochet waved as he whistled and whittled away, he was always a threat with anything pointy. The town’s hedgehog but a hedgehog that secretly was a honey badger. Out of everyone, he’d be the one to call if tourists got a bit too close or started doing really dumb things. Even Elita would keep her distance from the snappy stray. 

Rumor has it he has a brother but faked his death after being bitten.

They slowed and pulled up towards the old gas station, parking, and stretching. Elita was as spry as ever, she grinned and made her way into the gas station. Thunderclash kept his distance knowing that Elita was about to rob poor Photon for everything he had in store. 

Literally.

She came out with piles and piles of food, hot dogs, chips, and gummy worms. “I swear, one hibernation joke and I'm kicking your ass.” She tossed it all into her jeep.

They snickered and piled back into the Jimmy, finally off-roading and driving a long stretch on the beach, clearing seagulls and leaving deep tracks in the sand. 

Javelin was the first to spot them, she was always a few steps ahead, Aileron trailed behind her, carrying a few cans of lighter fluid. The eye-patched woman and tiny ball of a sensible but smart lady made a funny sight. Sometimes not a single word would be said for hours between the two, and they could plan anything.

They parked and started their hard work.

Aileron already marked the area in the ground, took notes, and was already prepping the tailgates. They could always count on her being on task. 

Velocity hummed and hauled a whole log off of the Jimmy’s bed and set it aside, Thunderclash joined her, and Elita was shortly after. The three of them slowly built the kindling up, pressing the branches under the logs. It was a makeshift teepee, yet they tied the logs with wire at the top and called it good.

Pleased the group gathered on the back of the Jimmy as Velocity passed around her hot chocolate. Velocity plopped herself next to him, undoing her bandana and releasing her long flowing hair.

“Can’t believe it’s only been a month.” She commented, playing with her long flowing locks. “Gonna buzz it, don’t even know why I try, it’ll be back in a month.”

“Ah a blessing and a curse, you’ll never be bald.” Thunder commented, fiddling with his long beard. He tried to tame it, but at a certain point, he gave up. Maybe he’d try to shave it and see what his real face looked like. 

“What if we tried that nair stuff?”

“Don’t,” Javelin cut in, her nose curled up. “It smells as appetizing as a BBQ’ed road-killed skunk. Don’t even think of bringing that in here.” She threatened.

The small group laughed, sipping their hot cocoa and watching as the sun sunk lower into the sky.

There was a calling, deep inside of him, one he felt when he was very little. They all had this urge, just for a single night, they truly went wild. Letting their inner beasts out, hunting, playing, and feasting as the full moon took hold. The hunt was a way for everyone to bond, form a healthy pack life and do what their inner selves craved for a whole month.

They used to have them at Thunderclash’s house. He really didn’t miss the mess.

“Wow!” Firestar yelled barreling towards them, her long wild locks flowing behind her. “You guys went all out.”

Velocity grinned. “What? It’s the first hunt of spring, you know we’re going to be picking off the good meat.”

“Oh, I can’t wait to smoke it!” Hot Shot jogged up and hugged Thunderclash, burying his face into Thunderclash’s chest. He was younger than most of the pack, but a welcomed addition, bringing needed energy to them. But also horrible at hiding his crush.

Thunderclash rolled with it, spinning the two of them and laughing as he ruffled Hot Shot’s blond hair. “Yea! We gotta build a bigger smokehouse for Firestar and you.”

Hot Shot wiggled out of his grasp. “Yea, yea, but summertime, it’s too wet to do anything.”

Ricochet appeared out of nowhere, hauling Hot Shot to his feet. “That’s only if you can keep up with the rest of us.” He teased and pulled Hot Shot close. “So,” he at first turned towards Thunderclash, naturally expecting him to take the lead.

“Yea, yea, where’s the lighter fluid? And the snacks? I’d rather not hunt on an empty stomach.” Firestar snapped, everyone turned towards her, listening as she barked out orders.

Finally, that left him to sit down on Jimmy’s tailgate, sipping his hot cocoa, Velocity nudged his side and joined the rest of the pack. It was a rather mixed bag of people that wound up in Talkneeta, straying every single one of them.

They were running from something and he took them in, welcomed them and they made their home here. They choose him.

And yet it still felt off, that there were only 3 true beasts left, Elita, Velocity, and him. They were born into this life, given this since the moment they breathed. 

The bed sank a little as Elita sat next to him, her silver hair growing by the second, she pulled a pocket knife out and started chopping it off. “You’re thinking too much.”

“Am I?” He asked, setting his mug aside. “We’re strays, every single one of us, and we picked here. Sure most of the pack has left or passed on, or given in. But it’s still home, and Talkneeta will still be here in the morning.”

He slumped, watching Firestar and Hot Shot dance. 

“Do you miss it?”

“No,” He lied. “I don’t. I stepped down for a good reason, and I can’t imagine a better outcome.” His fangs were sharp, and his tongue watered for the hunt, yet the beast was chained.

Firestar’s tattoo was a marking of when she stepped up at a leader, and when Thunderclash stepped down.

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The smell of ramen made his stomach turn, yet that’s all they had, moving wasn’t fun. He’d have to go on a grocery run, maybe the next town over? It was pretty clear this place didn’t have much to offer. Getaway admittedly avoided the chili, shoving it deeper into the fridge, not like he could hide it behind anything.

He sat down and propped his feet up on a tub, eating his noodles and scrolling through his phone. This was a lot of work, he convinced Rodimus it was better to leave the broken life and start a new one. So they pushed all their savings into one and bought a house in the middle of nowhere and moved across 2 counties. 

So they owned a house, one that had a lot of work to do, but Rodimus was pretty useful, he’d do most of it. Then all Getaway had to do was fix up a few traps and leave them around the place. The sooner the better. Wild animals surely were used to this place being empty so it would be easy to pick off a few and send their pelts away.

Not to mention he picked the region, apparently, the bears and wolves were plentiful and highly sought after. Getaway could make a pretty penny off of them.

Farewell Arizona, well Alaska.

The rumble of the Pathfinder rolled up and he watched the white car roll up through the window, Rodimus stepped out, and he yawned. His messy oily hair and freckles face scrunched up as he sneezed. Cute. He’ll admit Rodimus had some moments. 

The ginger walked in, smiled, and waved. “Morning.”

“Morning.” Getaway set his bowl aside and pulled Rodimus into a hug, resting his forehead against Rodimus’. Then jerked as the skinny man was freezing. “Babe!”

Rodimus jumped. “What?”

“You’re ice cold,” Getaway frowned, rubbing his arms, watching as the goosebumps sunk down. With that he huffed and scooped Rodimus up, he gasped in Getaway’s arms. “You’re too cold, and look horrible, like dragged through the mud bad. My sleeping bag is still warm.” 

“Dawh, babe you don’t have to-”

“Shush, you should get some rest.” He heaved Rodimus up the stairs and rested him down in the sleeping bag. “I’m gonna make some ramen for you and add another log. You should get some rest.” He swiped away Rodimus’ messy hair. “And maybe a shower? Smell like a dog.”

“Thanks.” He yawned.

“Oh, can I have the keys? I might make a run into town.” 

Rodimus fished out the keys and handed them over. “Alright, have fun, oh the locals mentioned not staying out at night. Bears are pretty bad here.”

“Thanks for the tip babe.” He pressed a kiss against Rodimus’ head and zipped the sleeping bag up.

He left his boyfriend to sleep, humming as he made another bowl of ramen and setting it next to Rodimus once it was ready. Then he started to unpack. There was a lot.

First things first, he pulled his guns out, and inspected each of them, then the ammo, the bear traps, both teethed and bare. He’d use the teethed ones for bigger prey.

From there he unpacked almost everything, clothes, kitchen stuff, and a few necessities like toilet paper, not like the toilet was working. In the end, there was a pile of clothes, paper, and useful things, like legal documents. The kitchen was stocked, and dishes pots, and pans were put away.

Hour by hour the sun sank into the sky.

His half was done, and he’d leave the rest to Rodimus, he’d start making a list for his boyfriend to do. Fixing floorboards, a leaky roof, the toilet, a few holes in the wall, and whatever their garden. 

Getaway sent Rodimus a text and fished out the keys.

With that he packed himself into the Pathfinder and pushed the clutch down, letting it rumble back to life. Flicking the lights on as night fell. He pushed the clutch down and shoved the shifter into reverse, then floored it. He whipped out of the driveway and slammed the old car into first and raced down the muddy path into town. He followed Rodimus’ tire tracks around the muddy areas and through the woods. 

Getaway ventured forward towards Talkeetna.

Finally, tires hit the pavement and he pushed on, stopping at the single blinking light. Getaway took a deep breath of chilly air and smiled. He drove down the length of the town, passing the Den, an old-timey clinic with the barber pole, a general market, a gas station, and the post office. Then a few mixed stores, all of them strange little places. Weird that it was such a tiny town.

Perfect to restart a life that Rodimus ruined.

Getaway rolled his eyes. Okay so sure they scrambled out of Arizona a lot faster than he planned, but at least that meant that Optimus would stop shoving his fat head into everything. Apparently, that ambulance driver was Rodimus’ best friend’s soon-to-be husband. 

Great.

At least they have their home and soon Getaway would be raking in cash and Rodimus would fix up the shack they bought. Everything would be fine, no one will know exactly what he did and everything will be okay.

He missed his own car.

He kept driving, passing through the town, watching the full moon high above. This was it, all there was to Talkeetna a strip mall and scattered homes. Close to the beach. The very busy beach in fact.

Getaway slowed the Pathfinder into first gear and flicked the lights off. He pulled the car over and shut the engine off. With that, he slipped out of the car and pressed onward on foot.

It wasn’t exactly expected, a bonfire on a beach? It was freezing out and no one in their right mind would be out right now. Not even with a massive fire like that. 

Yet from the sound and the dancing shadows, it seemed like the whole town was there.

He ducked under some brush and watched the shadowy figures. Picking out some of the forms. That was clearly Riptide stumbling in and out of the water, shaking his long surfer boy hair and laughing. Firestar was dancing with another buff woman in front of the flames, beers in hand and the two laughing. Several other figures danced around, some were kissing others were roughhousing in the sand. 

Then there he was, the big guy he wore the trashy coat, he scratched his bread and laughed. Taking a beer of his own he joined in, Thunderclash danced poorly with the other drunks. Dancing turned to play fighting then rolling in the sand. He was even pinned a few times and kissed a lot.

Even from a mile away, Getaway could taste the tension.

Okay so maybe Getaway didn’t have to worry about the big dope being too kind to Rodimus. Seemed like he was getting enough tail from anyone, who knew a hulking mass of fat could be a player.

There was a sound it was hollow and reached deep into his soul.

Getaway lowered himself and watched as everyone stilled and turned, even the people on top of Thunderclash. Firestar grinned in front of the flame, her wild blue eyes burning through the darkness. 

“Will you join us tonight?” She offered her hand to Thunderclash, it shifted and grew long hair prickling out of her skin.

He laughed and shook his head. “Sorry, someone has to clean this mess up.” He shrugged.

“Very well.” She nodded. “To the hunt!”

“The hunt! The hunt! The hunt!”

Firestar laughed, her grin doubled and stretched, nose descending as her whole body started to stretch and change. Fur bloomed across her body, clothes were stripped and tossed aside. Her height towered over everyone else, with long pointed ears and flashing fangs. She snarled and howled.

His heart raced and he cupped his mouth, hoping his breathing wasn’t heard, that they didn’t smell him. This was it, this was how he was going to die, beasts ripping his flesh to ribbons and he’d be left astray as a corpse no one would recognize. 

The rest of them changed too, removing their clothes, tossing aside their humanity, and becoming beasts. Their bodies were broken and changed into something else.

His stomach dropped as almost every single one of them turned, hairy massive beasts, all of them snarled and howled. The dark ginger one, Firestar trotted forward shaking her coat and snuffing at her pack. With a flick of her ear, they followed and ran into the woods. A whole pack of them vanished into the wilderness, lurking at every corner, massive compared to him. It sent shivers down his spine.

That left the dying fire and a single man left.

Thunderclash sat up shaking sand off of him, he tossed his coat off and stipped his shirt, revealing his belly. He too shifted, but still was a fraction of the rest of the pack, with hairy arms and a small snout. Thunderclash cleaned up, tossing the ice-filled cooler on the fire, smoke barreled up and the fire died in minutes. From there he cleaned up the area, tossing trash away and kicking sand on the fire. His red eyes blurred into long ribbons as he moved fast, his dagger-like teeth poked out of his mouth.

In the pitch darkness Getaway felt small, it was them, him, and that thing out there. That massive beast. It wasn’t even a full monster, it was only half and it towered over him. Massive hands with claws, fangs that could crunch through bone. It was a monster, a hulking beast that could tear through metal and rip his throat out.

Slowly Getaway packed away, inching towards the Pathfinder and shutting the door behind him. Not once did his eyes leave the figure of Thunderclash, and not once did he dare to look away.

That was what helped them, that was what found them, and that thing could kill him with ease.

Getaway didn’t wait, he turned the Pathfinder on and backed up, flying out of Talkeetna and toward the closest town. No regular bullet could do damage to that thing, nothing could stop it. Fear rolled down his spine and he pushed the car, ignoring the single red light in the town.

Thunderclash was a monster and he needed to protect Rodimus and himself.

“All I wanted was to start over lay low and maybe find Skids again, and now I have to deal with fucking werewolves.”

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A chilly wind prickled his furr, he shook his coat and trotted up the hill, taking in deep breaths of the world around him. He had a lot of work ahead of him. The pack needed protecting and bears weren’t exactly a fun sign, not to mention with tourist season coming up he’d have even more of a problem. 

Flowers hung heavily in his jaws.

Bears were a threat, the mating season would start after salmon season, and aggressive males and mother bears were plenty.

Tourists always liked going through Talkeetna, staying a night or two, sometimes they stayed, Cyclonus and Tailgate liked it here. But other times they strayed off the trails, lost in the woods, off-roading. Some even hunted.

He snuffed and sat down, ears pricking as he listened to his home. The hunt went well, several caribou hunches were brought back, smoked, and shared amongst the pack, along with hides, antlers, and bones. It was a great hunt the herds were plenty and it was easy to pick off a few.

Firestar came back trotting with her head up high, leg dangling in her jaws.

He elected to stay out of the hunt, finding that it was best to let her lead and he’d simply support. He was once their leader, being born and raised in the aloof town of Talkeetna, but as his pack thinned out it was best to look for loose stragglers. 

Riptide was one.

Firestar asked to be bitten.

Velocity returned from college.

Ricochet appeared almost out of nowhere.

Everything was almost back to normal, his pack was growing and he had someone by his side. Maybe he could be a leader, could protect his pack and provide. And Talkeetna might be the home he knew again.

Then that happened. 

He snuffed and flashed his fangs in frustration, hair raising up as the foul memories surfaced. Tourists were bad news, always had been, strangers who barged into their lives, and picked apart their dens. He’d be the first to admit it was dumb, really stupid.

They weren’t the only things lurking at night. 

Part of him blamed himself, he knew better, and yet he trusted them on their own, though that the teens would be fine. Besides it was a summer movie moment for them, living in the woods, finding themselves. He’d check in on them once a week, hopefully push them back into town, in the safety of the pack.

They didn’t listen.

Even years later he could still smell it taste it in fact.

He gently rested the flowers on the markers, listening to the wind blow past him. He stared down at the names, young adults, kids really. They were kind and didn’t deserve what happened. Thunderclash was foolish enough to welcome them in at the height of the mating season, let them stay outside the borders, and not once did he scare them back. He didn’t lurk in the darkness like he should’ve, didn’t snarl and stare, no he simply left them alone. 

Firestar found him a month after the attack, she trapped him and tranquilized him from a safe distance. That’s what she told him, but her arm hung in a sling and she kept her distance. That’s when she moved out of his home, cleaned up the Den, and made it her own. 

He didn’t know what happened for that month, part of him didn’t want to look into it, didn’t want to stare into the darkness. Thunderclash didn’t want to lose control again. With that heartbreak he stepped down as leader, and spent his hunts alone, simply watching over the pack. 

This was going to be a good summer, he told himself, he was going to make this a good summer. He may not be able to change the past, but now he could do something, maybe the future might hold something. Maybe his home was no longer in Talkeenta? 

He paid his respects to the markers and listened to the world around him.

With a squeaky yawn, he got back on his paws and bolted down the hill, running towards the creek. He barreled into the chilly waters, swimming through it and climbing onto the other bank, shaking the water from his fluffy body. He licked his lips and drank. At least the forest looked ready and clean, with no trash in sight, or disease. 

Pride bloomed in his heart as he trotted along the trail, tail happily wagging.

This was going to be a good year, he knew it.

If he was lucky he’d make a trip to the other packs, share goods and stories, maybe news? That would all have to wait, he had a whole other problem to deal with. 

The town agreed to keep their other halves hidden, going out rarely until they could judge the new couple in town. Once Rodimus and Getaway left, the bar erupted with chatter, and came to an agreement, it was too risky to go out so naturally their cabin was off-limits.

And he broke that the first night. Watched Rodimus unpack on his lonesome, his mate not even in sight. Then like a total dumbass, he was caught and stood up. Hopefully, Rodimus believed that he saw a bear and not what he really saw. At least the hunt wasn’t even close to their cabin.

A whine escaped him and his tail flopped on the ground. 

He smelled the fear dripping from Rodimus, then like that it vanished, and all he could smell was Rodimus. Maybe he fell asleep? He said he fell asleep, but no one can sleep like that. Another whine escaped him. Rodimus didn’t fall asleep.

From there he shut the lights off and closed the doors but stopped at the hatch, photos, and fancy words. It reeked of Getaway. He may be a totally gullible person, but he’d help anyone in need, and if he could he’d donate blood. But the smell Getaway had, the glare and unsettling nature of him, the way Rodimus flinched around him. 

His hair prickled up and he continued trotting down the trail. 

Everything was shoved away from his brain, he didn’t need to get wrapped up in this. Yes naturally he wanted to help, wanted to be there for Rodimus, but it was a tense situation.

There was a faint rumble and he ignored it, head down as he continued trotting down the trail. 

That was the other problem. Rodimus did things to him, sure it was a cute little crush, and well okay he had a thing for freckles, who didn’t? 

The rumble grew louder.

So what if Rodimus was handsome, and had a cute smile? So what if he seemed kind? He only met him once, okay twice, (three times) 2 or 3 conversations tops. 

Tires flicked gravel into the sky.

Why did his brain do this when any redhead came wandering into his life?

He huffed and spun around, heart sinking as he was met with a headlight. The Pathfinder slammed into him, he was flung and spun, smashing down on the river bank. The squeal of tires echoed in the quiet forest.

“Oh fuck.” A car door shut.

Whines escaped him and he tried to pull himself up but slumped as blood trickled down his muzzle. Everything hurt like someone yanked his skeleton while it was still in his body. It felt like the first time he changed. A headache throbbed behind his skull.

“Oh no, puppy.” Warm hands cupped his muzzle, thumbs rubbed around his skull. His vision was still reeling and he yelped as tender flesh was prodded. “Sorry sorry, okay, you’re not looking good at all.” Hand poked and rubbed his sides, the man hissed and shook his head. “Yea I messed you up, didn’t I?”

He wobbled and slumped back into the dirt, shutting his eyes tight, everything was on fire.

“Fuck, not again, why can’t I do anything right?” The man grumbled, rubbing his neck. “Come on, stay awake, someone really loves you, such a pretty puppy, huh?”

Somehow his tail wagged and he opened his eyes, nuzzling his nose against the man’s hand. It wasn’t his fault. He should’ve paid attention, maybe not walked in the middle of a road.

“Alright, come on, I think I saw a doctor in town or a vet?” He nudged him, only to be greeted with a yelp. “No, not feeling okay?” He sighed and tapped his foot, getting to his feet he rushed back to his car. 

He ached and whimpered, everything hurt, he knew he’d be fine, but dam getting hit by a car hurt! There better be a dent in that stupid car! This wasn’t his week, rolling down a hill, getting an earful from Firestar, and now this?

“Alright, you’re not going to like this and I’m sorry this isn’t going to feel good, but,” He wrapped his arms under his belly, and lifted.

He yelped and whined, shaking and wiggling in the man’s grasp, pain rattled his whole frame. He was set down in the back of the car, and the soft blanket comforted him, finally, he blinked the blur away in his eyes and stared at the total dumbass who hit him.

Rodimus.

His tail thumped, watching the ginger’s eyes water, messy hair, and unkempt clothes. He wiggled close to the ginger. Licking the tears away from his handsome face, he whined and nuzzled trying to comfort Rodimus.

“Okay, okay, we’re gonna get you somewhere, someone really loves you, huh buddy, Jesus I think you have the best dog breath I’ve ever smelled. Alright,” he swallowed tears. “Let’s get you to the vet, and hopefully we can find your owner, huh?”

Thunderclash melted in the back of the Pathfinder, sure he was in immense pain and bleeding from his skull. But there was such kindness and caring in Rodimus’ voice, and it was so easy to give in and trust the ginger. All he could do was whine and thumb his tail as they sped off into town.

Firestar was going to kill him.

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Talkeetna was a small town, with a few shops here and there, a bar, a grocery, and finally a clinic with a spinning barber pole. He eased on the breaks and packed the Pathfinder up, his back still straining from the dog’s weight. Rodimus moved fast, heart racing as he slammed through the front door.

She was buff, oddly buff, the kind of woman who ate gym rats for breakfast with protein milk. Somehow the white doctor’s coat wrapped around her gains, she towered above him, long platinum blonde hair with teel dye in a bun. “What?”

He swallowed, and shook himself, clearing the black spots on the edges of his vision. “I need your help, I hit a dog and he’s not in good shape.”

“I’m a doctor, not a vet, and besides no one here has dogs.” She frowned at him.

“Someone does, he’s big and fluffy and bleeding from his head, please just look at him.” He begged, slamming his hands on the front desk.

She rolled her eyes and nodded, grabbing a flashlight. “Fine, let me see.”

Rodimus pulled the tire arm out and opened the hatch, finding the door beast wagging his tail and panting, blood still dripping from the gash in his head. Somehow the thing smiled up at him, whining. His stomach turned and the blood drained from his head, Rodimus clutched the hatch frame. How could he still be happy in a time like this? After Rodimus recklessly hit him.

“Holy shit, you hit-”

The dog whined and looked up at the town doctor, wagging his tail. 

“Okay get the door, he’s in a lot of pain.”

“You’re not going to put him down, are you?” His heart ached at the idea.

“No, just get the door. Alright, big fella, you’re not gonna like this.” She rolled her shoulders and leaned down, grabbing the picnic blanket Rodimus left in his car. And with a huff, she lifted the beast like he weighed nothing. Rodimus scrambled and opened the door, then followed her and opened door after door. The dog whined and wiggled in her grasp. Finally, she set the dog on an examination table.

Rodimus lingered, listening to the poor thing’s panting and cries, hiding behind the buff doctor. “Is he going to be-”

“I’ll do what I can, okay?” She snapped, eyes pinning Rodimus. “Go sit in the waiting room, I have a lot of work to do.”

He shot one last look at the poor dog, the whine broke his heart, kind eyes that simply said ‘It’s okay’. He sucked in a ragged breath and left the room, only to have the door slam shut before him. Shoulders slumped and everything once again came crashing down. This is exactly what Getaway said would happen, that every single life he came close to would burn.

It had to be a curse, a horrible curse.

Rodimus slumped in an old chair and curled his legs in, fighting back the sob that almost escaped him. He was shaking again.

How many lives did he have to fuck up? His brother thought he was a waste and didn’t mind pointing it out at every chance. Drift and he fell apart after a physical fight. It was only a matter of time before Getaway walked out too. 

Now there was someone’s dog bleeding out a few feet away and all due to him. Velocity might have to put the dog in a cast or stitches. She said she wouldn’t have to put him down, but she only looked at the poor thing. There could be so much more damage, a fractured skull, or maybe he took out an eye?

More black spots popped up around his vision, blood rushed through his veins and Rodimus sobbed. Now he was responsible for a good dog’s life. Why couldn’t he do anything right? 

The black spots consumed him and his legs fell out on the clean floor while his top half hung in the chair. Totally limp and alone in a clinic.

“Firestar is going to kill you,” Velocity grumbled, pointing the light into his eyes, and shaking her head. “You got hit by a car!”

He shrunk down and groaned, more blood dripping down his nose and into his beard. “Please don’t tell her.”

“Pfft, she’s pack leader, Thunderclash you’re asking for her to come here and chew you out.” She prodded around his forehead, licking her lips. “It’s her job to make sure no one gets hurt and the pack is safe. That insurance does include getting hit by a car.”

He whined and flinched back.

She growled and flashed her fangs, planting Thunderclash firmly on the bench. “Good news, it’ll be healed in no time, but you’re gonna be sore, you’re literally black and blue all over.” She grabbed his arm the one that wasn’t moving well and hurt, besides his face his arm took most of the damage. Velocity moved it up and pulled it slowly in front of him.

“YOW!” He hissed and jumped, clutching his arm close.

“Dislocated, and from the amount of crying, you bruised a few bones and deep tissue. A bit shaken up and you’ll need to let yourself rest.” She grumbled and grabbed her needle and sanitized surgical thread, then the cleaning supplies. “You’re gonna be a big baby aren’t you?”

He whined and nodded.

“I’ll numb the area, now lay back.”

Thunderclash obeyed and sighed, letting his friends do as she needed, making uncomfortable noises and itching now and then. He didn’t want to think too much about it and simply focused on anything else.

“So,” She cut the quiet and started to stitch. “It’s pretty clear that you like him.”

“I barely know him.”

“You barely knew Riptide and you helped him out, most of the town is strays wandering in and making themselves home. Even those who aren’t like us. Out of everyone here I’ve known you the longest, we’re almost littermates, m’kay? So I know exactly what you’re thinking or not thinking. You’ve got a big heart Thunderclash, maybe a bit too big, but you want to do the right thing. Helping people is always nice. Besides the moment I heard he was ginger I knew you’d be floundering.”

“I don’t have a thing for gingers, do I? All I want to do is help him.”

She sighed and sat back. “In this situation, you can’t force it, he has to choose it. If you get between them you’ll only drive him further into that monster’s arms.” 

“Where is he?”

“In the waiting room, he fainted, too skinny, and need to fatten up. So if you want to drool over him and get belly rubs, I'm not going to stop you. But you’re gonna have to get used to dry dog food. Oh and one more thing.” 

A plastic film was shoved into his hands, and his stomach dropped. “No.”

“Doctor’s orders.”

He whined.

His eyes watered and he jerked awake coughing, nose stinging, he fell forward on the floor and hissed rubbing his butt. That hurt.

“Smelling salts, jeez kid you need to eat more.” She rubbed his back.

Rodimus blinked away the tears and stared at the clean flooring. His heart climbed up his throat and he stared up at her. “Is he?”

“He’s okay, just in a cone of shame, I looked around, he’s not a lost dog, might be a stray.” She shrugged. “Someone took good care of him, he’s well trained, groomed, and everything. So congrats, you have a dog now.”

“What?” He squeaked, he couldn’t take a dog home, they just moved in, literally, and Getaway hated dogs. Not to mention the fur the food and whatever this medical bill would end up as. “I’m glad he’s okay, but I can’t take him, please doctor.”

“Velocity, it’s Dr.Velocity.” She whistled and out came a limping pile of fluffy, he panted and wagged his tail. Bonking into the chair as the cone prevented him from moving freely. “At least watch him until he’s feeling better. He’s gonna need a lot of love, care, and most of all pain meds.” She handed the bottle to him.

“Um, what do I owe you?”

“Just take care of the dam dog, he’s a bit clumsy but a lover, huh handsome?” She rubbed the dog’s back. “Oh and don’t let the patch get infected, and no roughhousing.”

“How long does he have to wear the cone?”

“Pfft, maybe a week? Week and a half so he doesn’t scratch the stitches. Pain pills two a day until you’re out, let me know if he gets infected but you’re golden.”

Rodimus sighed and shoved the bottle into his pocket and whistled, the dog limped next to him. They left after Rodimus heaved the dog’s butt into the passenger seat and rolled the window down. He drove slowly watching the big dog pant and smell the air, the cone flicking in the breeze. Only stopping at the single light and waving as Firestar crossed the street.

The strawberry blonde stilled, her face turning bright red, then she cursed and stomped by them.

The dog whined and waggled his tail.

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Stupid cone.

He bonked his head again trying to pull himself out of the window, then slumped against the passenger seat. Wagging his tail as he turned towards Rodimus. The ginger was ridged, focused on the road as they avoided pothole after pothole, sometimes leaving the road. He pricked his ears and listened to Rodimus.

Rodimus cursed and shifted into 3rd, pushing up a wet hill. Finally, the Pathfinder climbed up the hill and landed a bit harsh on the other side. “Lift kit don’t fail me now.” He mumbled.

Thunderclash whined and wagged his tail, nuzzling Rodimus’ elbow.

“Not now, I’m trying to drive.” He waved Thunderclash off.

With that he huffed and curled up on the seat, looking at the floor and shutting his eyes. Okay so not bad for getting hit by a car. Sure his whole body hurt, but currently his head was killing him, his brain was throbbing and he’d kill to snuggle up in his Alaskan king mattress.

For now, he’d stay with Rodimus for a week or two, then by the next full moon he’d run out, maybe lose some fur and he’d go back to his normal life. Just play house pet for a few weeks and call it good. 

Finally, they stopped and Rodimus slumped against the steering wheel. “Okay, home… with Getaway.” He tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel. “He’s not going to like you.”

He simply turned towards Rodimus, then huffed, he could care less about what Getaway wants. It’d be nice to curl up next to a fire. Gentle warm pats eased him.

“Good boy, just stay here for a moment.” Rodimus scratched his neck before leaving the car. 

Thunderclash shut his eyes tight, wishing that the headache would go away, maybe he should beg for a pill or something? He smelled the cigarette stench and the sweat that stayed in the car. They must’ve been traveling for a while, he wasn’t sure where they were from. But Rodimus did have a tan and Getaway kinda looked like a beach bum. So somewhere warm.

There was yelling.

His fur raised up and Thunderclash sat up in the Pathfinder, listening to the cabin. 

“You took the mutt home?!”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Don’t they have a pound or something?”

“Getaway it’s just a dog and for a few weeks, I’m sure he’ll be out of our lives within a month.”

“What damage did it do to the car?”

There was a pause, one that Thunderclash held his breath, heart, bounding.

“A dent and a headlight, that’s it.”

“How fast were you going?”

Rodimus clicked his tongue. “Um, 60?”

“Rodimus you were driving 60 miles per hour and his a dog and it’s still alive?”

“Yea, he only has some stitches.”

The front door was ripped open, Getaway ran outside, eyes wide, staring right at him. Thunderclash couldn’t stop his hair from rising or the flash of his teeth. Getaway looked horrible, bag under his eyes, oily hair, unshaved stubble. He looked like he hadn’t gotten any sleep. There was a certain stink to him, one that only sent shivers down Thunderclash’s spine. 

Fear.

Getaway was scared.

Rodimus stepped forward. “See, he’s fine.” He grabbed the handle, then pulled.

He fought every inch of himself, he wanted to jump out, press between the two, and flash his fangs. Yet Getaway’s fear told him one simple thing.

Somehow the snarky controlling bastard knew.

The steady thumb of his tail seemed to defuse the situation, he forced his fur to ease back and whined. Like that Rodimus rolled his eyes and helped him down, patting his side. Getaway stayed back, not once did his eyes leave Thunderclash. Slowly he limped into the cabin, huffing with every other step.

“Poor thing,” Rodimus knelt down and cupped his jaw, petting gently. “Let’s get you comfy, okay?”

He waited and watched as Rodimus scurred about, prying old pillows and blankets out of tubs and bags. The inside was hardly unpacked, a few things were freed but everything else was still in boxes. Strange the two had been in town for almost a week, shouldn’t they have most of this unpacked? There was no real furniture, mostly camping chairs and makeshift tables. Getting good furniture here would be hard to come by here, everyone either built theirs, had it passed down, or traveled to a slightly bigger town.

“Here boy,” Rodimus sat down next to the woodstove and patted the makeshift bed. He limped over and flopped into the bed, favoring his bruised side. “Good boy.” He rubbed Thunderclash’s head.

With that he finally let out a lone whine and stared up at Rodimus, weakly wagging his tail, the headache returning in full force.

“Oh, shoot.” he snagged the pills, popping the top off, and rolling a pill onto his palm. “Do we have any cheese?”

“We’re not wasting a piece of cheese on that thing. Just shove the pill down its throat and call it good.”

“He’s a dog, he’s not going to eat it.”

“He will if you force him.”

Annoyed he leaned forward and licked the pill out of Rodimus’ hand, swallowing it, and easing back into the bed. The warm fire next to him, the soft bed under him, sure it wasn’t his own den, but for now it would do. 

Just a few weeks of this, by the next full moon he’d run off and never appear again, play good puppy and get babied. Maybe sneak out now and then and actually do everyday Thunderclash things. 

This would be fine, totally fine.

Getaway stayed upstairs, watching from the top of the staircase as his boyfriend tended to the mass of dog. It wasn’t exactly a good sight to see. Okay so Rodimus hit a werewolf, someone in town was missing, and now the whole town knew that one of their own was in his house. He fiddled with the heavy necklace, spinning it around his neck. 

Pure silver, he spent a whole night and day looking for it, blew a small fortune getting them. “Hey babe?”

Rodimus sighed and set the bowl of water down next to the dog. “Yea?”

“Can I talk to you? Up here, I’ve been meaning to give you something.” 

“Sure.” He patted the thing’s mane and left, walking up the stairs. “What?”

Getaway pulled him into their bedroom, shut the door, and pulled him into a hug. “Sorry, I’m just on edge.”

“You’re exhausted, I get it. A lot’s changed and you were gone for a whole day. So give yourself some time to relax.” Rodimus shrugged.

That’s something he’ll admit Rodimus was great at, forgive and forget, something Skids wasn’t so keen on. Then again Skids was wrapped around Swerve’s pinkie. Maybe if Skids wasn’t such a dope then he wouldn’t be in Alaska. Getaway ignored the sour taste in his mouth, instead, he pulled out another silver necklace.

“What’s that?”

“A gift, my grandpa made two, and well I figured you’ve more than earned it.” He wrapped the necklace around Rodimus. “Just, thanks for being there for me.”

“Dawh, you sap.” He fiddled with the silver necklace.

“Keep it on, to remind you of me?” He pulled Rodimus into a hug, kissing his forehead.

“You’ll have to pry it off my corpse.” 

Getaway snorted at that, that’s why he took Rodimus, he was so easy to control. 

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It had only been a little over a week in Talkeenta but they’d already settled back into their normal routine. Getaway was the first to wake up, he made coffee, dressed, and went out, taking the Pathfinder into the town. That left Rodimus waking up in his sleeping bag and stretching, he found the list that Getaway left. Small and easy things to do around the house. 

Sure he had his work cut out for him, but he knew within a week's time almost everything would be patched up and ready. Rodimus dragged himself out of his sleeping bag and shivered, it was a chilly night, and sleeping on the floor wasn’t great. Not to mention that they didn’t have a mattress or blankets, or pillows, so that meant no cuddling. They really didn’t have time to pack anything.

Rodimus quickly threw on his clothes and shoved some shoes on. He jogged down the stairs and stopped, being greeted with big puppy dog eyes and the steady thud of a tail. The dog rested his head on the bottom of the stairs, watching him, wagging his tail.

“Hey Bubba,” He sat down and itched the dog’s ears, then around the plastic cone earning a deep gruff from the dog. Pulling out the bottle and offering a pill, the good boy simply ate it without a fuss. “Feel better?”

“Boof,”

“Yea, I didn’t sleep well either, can’t imagine what the cone is like. Welp I guess I should let you out,” Rodimus looked around, finding a rope, he tied it around the dog’s neck and gently led.

At first, the dog was a bit confused, but he followed. 

“Come on, you gotta go out, huh?”

The dog’s tail fell and he trotted forward, head hanging.

“What? Don’t you need to go out?” He opened the door, holding it for the dog to limp out. “Come on, just go.”

There was a soft whine and the dog spun and sat firmly, looking up at him.

“What? Go on, just go.”

He huffed, then ripped the rope out of Rodimus’ hand, he spun and bolted out of the yard.

“Wait!” Rodimus called after, running as the tail disappeared, he stumbled and jumped over the rioting fence. Bushes shook and grass waved as the beast disappeared into the dense forest. His shoulders slumped, the dog was gone. “Here boy? Come here.” He whistled and yet the forest was still, there was no lump of fur or wet nose. Nothing. “Well, at least Getaway will be happy?” He tried to look at the positives, but it was a tough pill to swallow. 

Apparently, no one wanted to be around him. “Can’t blame him, I guess.”

Rodimus regretfully turned away and walked back into his home, he had a list to take care of. He dug up his tools and started his work. First things first, the toilet wasn’t working, which wasn’t too hard to fix, the arm just needed to be reset. He might need to pick up a new one. Then the floorboards needed to be renailed, he’ll have to sand and stain them again. Plucking nail by nail from window cells and prying open the windows, seeing the damage. Then finally he cleaned out the wood stove and tossed all the ash into the garden. They’d have to get some more wood soon.

The dark pile of ash covered up the green grass, he stared at the forest, where the big dog vanished a few hours ago. His heart sank, maybe once Getaway was back they’d drive around and look for the poor dog. Or stop into town and ask?

There was a pang in his heart, the poor thing was already hurt and now he was alone out there with a stupid cone on his head. 

“He chose to run off, maybe it was for the best? I mean he was wandering the forest when he hit him, maybe he was lost, some campers might be looking for him. Maybe he’s going home?” He mumbled to himself eyeing the rooftop.

Getaway said there was a leak, and he was right, one over the kitchen, which wasn’t too bad. But over time it wasn’t great either, who knows what damage a simple leak could do. Admittedly he wasn’t sure how he’d scale the roof, but the ole lattice would hold. Rodimus stuffed the tools in a bag and grabbed some spare scraps from the shed. 

Climbing the lattice wasn’t exactly brilliant, a few pieces broke under his weight but with a final heeve he crawled on top of the roof. Again not a good idea, he’d have to see if someone would let him borrow a ladder. Rodimus crawled over to the hole and started his work. For now, it was a temporary fix, and when summer came into full swing he’d redo the roof.

“Woof!”

Rodimus jumped up, looking around him, unable to hide the smile as he heard rustling. “Hey, boy?”

“Woof!” The dog circled around the house, jumping over the fence and poking his head in the windows.

“I’m up here,” Rodimus stuck his head over the edge.

The dog stopped and tilted his head. “Woof woof!” He wagged his tail and whined, somehow the big bumbling pup came back drenched in mud and tangled hair.

A warm smile spread across his face. “You’re back.” Rodimus carefully climbed down and knelt down as the big dog shoved his face into Rodimus’. “You came back.”

“Boof.” he wagged his tail, his cone was messy and his hair was wild, paws were covered in mud, what did he do when he was gone?

Rodimus couldn’t help himself and pulled the big boy in for a hug and scratched his side, itching his butt made the dog groan, screw the dirt they both needed a bath. “You like that? Yea, good boy likes his butt itched? Yea, you like butt itching.”

He panted and wagged his tail, happy as ever.

“Good boy, now then, you’re covered in mud.” He held the dog's head up. “And you have a nasty habit of running off, well I don’t want to make it a habit. So first bath,”

The big pupper whined, tail hitting the ground with a thud.

“Then we’re going to find you a collar or something, maybe Velocity can do a chip? Don’t what you getting eaten up by bears.”

He whined.

“Oh hush, you’re the one who ran off and came caked in dirt and I really don’t want to know what else. Gross. Come on crybaby.” Rodimus opened hte door and yet the big lug didn’t dare move, annoyed he got behind the massive dog and pushed. Rodimus would be the first to admit he wasn’t exactly physically fit, but he could handle a dog, somehow this one was like moving a boulder. Nails dug into the dirt and he whined. “What did you eat?” He panted as sweat rolled down his face. Rodimus stared down at the big beast. 

The dog stared back at him, with big puppy eyes. 

“No, you’re getting a bath, and I mean a deep bath,” he grabbed a clump of dry dirt and tossed it aside. “How, like what did you get into?”

He whined.

“Come on, you’re being such a good boy earlier.” Rodimus pushed against the dog’s butt trying to get him to go in. The dog still dug his paws in and stuck his head up, almost prideful if he wasn’t a crying baby. “Come on, be a good boy, just for a little longer.”

There was a loud snuff and the dog sat down.

Rodimus found his face in the mud, the dog on top of him. The beast realized and stood back up, he spun and nudged Rodimus’ head. He was boiling.

“Boof.”

“I’m livid right now.” He grumbled into the dirt, pulling his head up and glaring at the massive dog. Instantly the tail was tucked and ears pinned back. “Get in the house.”

He obeyed and trotted in, even going right for the bathroom and plopping into the bathtub, head down.

Mud was tracked in as Rodimus shut the front door, annoyed he followed and shut the bathroom door. He peeled his shirt off and tossed it into the sink. Adding another to do on his list, he glared daggers at the mut. 

The dog whined and sank down into the tub, avoiding eye contact. 

Rodimus sat down next to the tub, and turned the water on, as it got warm he started to dig through the bathroom bag and found the shampoo. “I don’t think it’s good for dogs, but for now it’ll have to do.” He filled the tub and the beast sat down, doing nothing more than giving him puppy eyes. “Stop it, you did this to yourself.” He took the collar off and started his work.

One deep rinse, then shampoo, another deep rinse with lots of shampoo, and maybe a few cute photos cause he looked so cute with the bubbles. Then a final rinse, he towel-dried the big dog then, and only then did he let the big mut out of the tub. Already covered in dirt and sweat he stripped his own clothes and threw himself in the shower.

Rodimus didn’t take too long, just a good rinse. He stepped out and found the dog staring at the door. “Are you a little gentlemen?”

He huffed and wagged his tail.

“Alright there fine sir,” Rodimus wrapped himself up in a towel and opened the door. The big dog limped out and slumped next to the woodstove, finding the makeshift bed comfortable. “Still need a name.” He brushed his hair and sat next to the big dog. “Buddy? No,” he took the brush and started brushing the long fluffy coat. “Rex? Oh god no, never met a dog named Rex, met a Jax once though.” He worked on the rich hazel and camel fur, noting that it was a number around the dog’s face and paws. Dots of white shimmered in the coat.

Finally, he finished with the dog’s underbelly and set the brush aside, he’ll wash it later. 

“Sit,” 

The big thing sat, no collar, no name, but a handsome looking ball of fluff. He had kind eyes and a dopey demeanor. He almost looked like a teddy bear, that warmed Rodimus and he sighed poking around the patch on the dog’s forehead. “Bear is too on the nose, and Teddy is too weird. You call a person Teddy, not a dog.” 

He whined.

“I’m not angry at you anymore, just, don’t sit on me again, alright? You’re heavy.”

The dog nuzzled against his hand and thumbed his tail.

“You’re just a big Sofie huh? Really soft,” he hummed and snapped his fingers. “Tamtam,” he remembered his old teddy bear back home, it was always soft even when he dragged it through the mud. “Tamtam’s a great name.”

“Boof.” he wagged his tail, almost like he was agreeing.

“Tamtam it is, now we’ll just get you a real collar, so you can stop running away.”

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He’ll admit it was pretty funny watching Rodimus bumble around the house, halfway through one project and than working on the other, sure it took extra long to do anything but it was entertaining. One moment he was cooking eggs, the next he was fixing the oven light, then checking the weather, slicing a melon, then back to the eggs and cheese now.

Thunderclash sat on the edge of the kitchen, his stomach growling, right now he did wish he was back home making a whole bagel sandwich. Sure it would murder his bowel, but it was tasty. 

The ginger once again was sharpening the knives then stopped and stared down at him. “Tamtam?”

He tilted his head to the side, his stomach growling.

“Oh shoot I forgot to feed you!” He slapped his forehead, spinning to the stovetop and his scrambled eggs. He piled half into a bowl and set it on the floor, then ate the rest from the pan. “Dogs can eat eggs, right?”

Yes, they can, and Thunderclash gobbled them down and slicked the bowl clean, then took it in his jaws and held it up to Rodimus.

“Wow, good boy. You’re a smart dog, huh? Someone must’ve trained you.” He tossed the dishes in the sink and ruffled Thunderclash’s head. “Now then, we do need to run into town,” He clicked his tongue and looked up the stairs, it was pretty late into the day and Getaway had yet to wake up. Rodimus chewed his bottom lip. “I’m sure he’ll be fine without the car for a day.”

Thunderclash could care less about Getaway’s needs and wants, all he wanted was to get out and maybe run away. Missing his massive bed was starting to drag on him. He trotted over to the door and scratched at it.

“Alright, alright, besides it’s my car.” He pulled the keys off the countertop and jogged over to the front door. “So, let’s find you a proper collar, or else that cone might become permanent.” He opened the door and talked to the Pathfinder, whistling and opening up the passenger door.

He jumped up and flopped on the seat, hating how the stupid cone bonked into everything. At least Rodimus rolled the window down, and normally he’d be more than happy to stick his face out the door, but it was only until the next full moon, so a few more days or lazing around. He wanted to run, rough house with Velocity and Hot Shot. 

That didn’t mean he hated spending time with Rodimus, he liked it, it was nice just shutting his brain off and letting himself get babied. Also, he’ll admit Rodimus gave great belly rubs. 

The car rumbled and Rodimus pulled out of the driveway, making his way into town, one hand on the back of Thunderclash’s head petting him. Talkeetna was as sleepy as ever, some waved, some laughed as they pulled up. He could care less, it was only a temporary situation.

They pulled up to the clinic, Velocity wasn’t a vet, but she was a doctor, and Rodimus might as well start there. He popped in, Thunderclash trailing behind, cone heavy on his head.

“How’s he doing? You know you can take that cone off, right?”

“Yea, but I’m looking for a collar, he’s kinda an escape artist, and we don’t have a fence so someone might get eaten by bears.”

“A collar?” She tilted her head and gave him a somewhat twisted look, her cheeks rosy. 

“Yea for Tamtam.”
“TAMTAM!” Velocity erupted with laughter, snorting so loud and slamming her fist down. “You name him Tamtam!” She wheezed. “You named him Tamtam, this dog was meant for fighting bears and you named him Tamtam!”

“Okay so no collar, great.” He tossed his hands up, patting his side and calling Tamtam along. At least the dog was well-mannered to follow. He still heard her cackling as he shut the front door, rolling his eyes. “Great so no collar there. So where else?” His eyes landed on the general store. “Come on Tamtam, we’re getting you a collar so help me.” 

The general store was old, really old, with wooden floors and those huge mirrors instead of cameras. He wandered down the aisles and noticed a few strange items, Mane and Tail products (bold lettering for thick fur), a whole aisle dedicated to homemade jerky, then a huge area for stains. Oddly enough the strangest thing he saw was a 25-pound bag of carrots, well a few of them. 

“Hey there, oh it’s you, the new guy.” A short-toned blonde guy trotted up, he was a young adult, maybe just shy of 23. He stopped once his eyes landed on Tamtam, who promptly wagged his tail. “Nice of you to visit us.”

“Yea, I figured it was time, I’m Rodimus.”

“Hot Shot,” He offered his hand and Rodimus shook it, then he pulled a carrot out of his pocket and started chewing it. Not even steamed, just a raw carrot, weirdo. “So how can I help you?”

“Well I was hoping I could find a collar for him, and somewhere I can get some tags, the pesky guy likes to sneak off.”

“Really? He’s a big guy, I’m sure that people would notice him and get him back home.”

“Yea, but I just want to make sure he’s safe, he likes to just bolt, and he’s too strong for me to hold onto.”

“Maybe he’d trying to go home?”

He flinched at that, was Tamtam trying to leave? Did he belong to someone and Rodimus was just clinging onto him? Everyone leaves him. “I didn’t think of that.”

Hot Shot stared at him, his face scrunching up. “But I’ve never seen this beast before,  that being said, no collars here. Dogs don’t really like it up here, bears and all.”

“Great,” His eyes twitch, that meant another store and more weird looks. “Come on Tamtam.”

“PFFFAHAHAHA!” Hot Shot doubled over and laughed, slapping his knee as tears sprung from his eyes. “TAMTAM!”

“Boof.” Tamtam barked and followed behind Rodimus.

The clinic was a no, the general store was a no, so that meant he had a few other areas to check out. The library was a strong no, fishing supplies were tempting but again no, and the 3 restaurants were also a huge no. So he groaned and stomped along, Tamtam tailing behind him.

“Trouble on the mind?” A tall one-eyed lady towered over him, and to her side a smaller woman. “Look like you’re about to blow a gasket?”

“Thanks.” He grumbled.

“Boof.”

Their eyes trailed down to Tamtam, they stopped, shared a look, and turned back to Rodimus. “Need some help?” The much shorter woman asked.

“I just want to get him a collar.”

They both blushed, the smaller one cupped her face, laughing. The teller woman fought a smile. “A collar?”

“Yea, I just want a collar for my dog Tamtam.”

“Ah, a collar for your dog, Tamtam,” She elbowed her friend. “That’s going to be a challenge.”

Rodimus cursed and slapped his head. “Why is it so hard? The bears? All I want is to make sure if he gets lost or someone finds him, he can come home.” He tossed his hands up. 

The more petite woman finally breathed and cleared her throat. “Sorry, just, that’s a big collar, a huge one, you might as well get a belt or something.” She shrugged.

“A belt?”

“Yea, just make a collar from a leather one, it won’t be perfect but it could work?” She shrugged.

Rodimus turned down to Tamtam, knelt down, and wrapped his arms around the dog’s thick neck. That’s a big neck, huge actually, no normal collar would fit. “Good point, I guess that’s a good idea. Might have an old belt?”

“Yea, anyhow, wanna join us at the Den?” The taller pointed to the bar, Firestar’s bar.

He paused, his stomach turning, he shouldn’t drink, Getaway wasn’t there to keep him in line, and he had to drive home. Tamtam nudged his hand and he patted the dog’s head and eased his shoulders. “Sure, but I should probably learn your names first, I’m Rodimus, this is Tamtam.”

“Tamtam!” Now the taller woman covered her mouth, snorting and trying to breathe.

The smaller one gave up and fell back laughing loudly. “You name him TAMTAM!”

He steamed, what’s wrong with the name Tamtam, was it a joke? “Yea and?”

“It’s so CUTE!” The smaller one pulled herself up and grabbed Tamtam’s face, squishing his handsome face into a cute blob. “HE’S SO CUTE!”

“You had to name him the cutest name ever?” The taller added, smirking. “Oh, he’s going to be well-loved here. I’m Javelin, and the little lady currently checking if your dog is made of playdough is Aileron. We’re kinda handy woman around here, if something needs fixing let us know. We’ve got to take you to Firestar, she’s going to love meeting this guy.”

“Oh okay, just no drinking.”

“What are you a lightweight?” Aileron nudged his side.

In all honestly, he was far from it, he could probably out-drink half the town. He just couldn’t control himself, and Getaway would be livid if he smelled booze on Rodimus. “Yeah, sure, and I’m the only one who had the car, so”

“Ahhh, smart, look at you being responsible.” Aileron poked and waved him down the street. “Come on, it’s Caribou burger and taco night!” 

“She really likes her meat.” Javelin patted his shoulder.

“Okay, well first time I’ve had Caribou.”

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There was rowdy music a mixture of blues and classic dad rock, the smell of booze and the grill kinda called to a part of him, reminded him of the old cookouts Kup did with the block. The smell of burgers made his stomach growl and his mouth water, a nice big burger sounded great. 

With Tamtam trailing behind he plopped down at the bar, Javelin on his right, and Aileron on his left. Tamtam whined and curled up at his feet, his mouth drooling on Rodimus’ shoes, big puppy eyes.

“If you’re good, I’ll get you one.” He whispered.

“So you’re back!” Firestar slid down the bar, slapping her hand on the smooth surface. “Rodimus, right? Burger or Taco?”

“Ummm-”

“Taco, for sure, the fresh cheese is great and the Caribou is worth it.” Aileron butted in, grinning, her eyes doubling. “Make mine 3 tacos, at least, gonna hehe wolf this down.”

The bar groaned. 

“Burger for me, extra onions, and wedges, lots of wedges,” Javelin added in.

“Alright, what about your freckles?” 

“Oh um, I can’t really decide. They both sound great.”

She hummed and leaned forward poking his stomach. “Both, you’re getting both and plenty of wedges.” She grinned and spun back to the busy kitchen, “Gimme a double with extra wedges extra crispy, this boy isn’t leaving until his pants lose a button.” 

“Alright, hold your horses!” Another woman poked her head out, her hair was tucked into a hair net and to top it all off she wore a fake rat on top of her head. “I’m feeding the whole town back here!”

“I know and you’re doing a great job Skimmer.” Firestar smiled.

“You two are horrible, I don’t know how you keep this place afloat?” A police officer strutted in, walking up to Firestar. “The normal.”

“All good extra spicey tacos and vanilla mint baileys Sunday, how’s it been Chromia?”

“Dead, I sleep more in my car than in my bed,” She huffed and flopped down. “We might have a rookie from the north, she’s known to scare off polar bears. Strongarm? Either way, I’m training her, so be nice.”

“I’m always nice.” Firstar shot back.

Chromia rolled her eyes and turned towards the only new face, pinning Rodimus with harsh calculating eyes. “Oh, you’re the new guy? And-” Her eyes trailed down to Tamtam, who simply wagged his tail. “Uhhh,”

“Yea, he’s a stray, heard he got hit by a car,” Firestar shrugged. “What’s his name?”

“Tamtam.”

The whole bar stilled, several eyes turned to him, and Rodimus shivered and sunk into himself. What was with everyone and the name Tamtam? It’s a cute name for a dog! It started off with a snicker, then a burst of laughter here and there, and finally, some of them were howling. Some of them, were wheezing, slamming their fists on the tables, and some bodies fell out of their seats.

“What? What’s wrong with this name?” he sputtered.

“It’s just so cute!” Someone yelled over the laughter.

“It’s perfect, huh Tamtam?” Another person knelt down and ruffled Tamtam’s head. 

Sweat rolled down his back and Rodimus suddenly didn’t feel hungry anymore. He sighed and looked down at Tamtam, finding the dog rather unamused. Actually, he watched as Tamtam’s generally relaxed and needy nature vanished, he flashed his fangs and snarled, snout curling up.

“Tamtam?” he rubbed the dog’s soft head, the gentle touch soothed him and the dog huffed, then whined looking up at him with gentle eyes. “Yea, I know, we’ll just get food and go.”

“Go? Oh come on, we’re loving you here.” Firestar leaned over the bar. “At least eat, tell us about yourself.”

“Us?”

“Yea, you’re a new kid here, we gotta know!” Aileron elbowed his side.

The whole bar practically turned to him, some looked away gulping beer, others shoved tacos into their mouths. Rodimus sunk into the barstool, taking in how big the bar was, and how tiny he was. That’s when he noticed exactly everything else in the bar, gleaming bear traps, long poles, barbed wire, and admittedly a rather large silver long blade. 

“Um,” He puttered, the blade towered above them all, hanging above the door, threatening. “There’s not much to say, just wanted to get away from home.”

The bar groaned. “Come on, there’s something more.” Firestar slumped over the bar. “No one just picks Talkeetna? Most of us are strays, lost in our own selves and just end up here. No one would willingly live here.” She shrugged.

Tamtam rested his head on Rodimus’ shoe, his ears drooping slightly lower, eyes glassy. Rodimus rubbed the dog’s soft head. The smell of the tacos and burgers made his stomach growl. Relenting Rodimus slumped across the bar. “I got into a fight, with someone I care a lot about, and he said he never wanted to see me again. So one night we just packed up and left.”

The bar softened, and some of them finished their beers.

“Strays, huh?” He snorted at the stupid word. “Not really stays if there’s a whole pack of you lurking in a dark bar.”

“Good point,” Firestar shrugged “If it makes you feel better, you’re in the right place. We’ve all run away from home, honestly, I grew up in Scotland.”

“Scotland?”

She nodded. “Yea, my great great great grandfather was a hunter, a great hunter, pelts of all kinds. He spend years hunting all there was, he even forged a blade for his unicorn, well those don’t exist, but his Unicron.” She clicked her tongue and jabbed her finger up at the massive long sword. “Found it up here, along with his journals. Haven’t told my family, I’m sure they think I’m dead.”

The bar settled down and some murmured, others simply sighed.

“I committed tax fraud,” The old white-haired woman raised her massive jug of beer up. “The IRS will never find me and my accomplice!” She yelled.

“Darling, you’ve had too much.” A much scarier-looking woman gently lowered the massive jug down. 

“Come here and kiss me, you criminal.” She giggled.

Rodimus snorted. “What’s their story?”

“Old lesbians said screw it and left society and found Talkeetna, ain’t that right Tailgate?”

“And I would’ve gotten away with it if it weren’t for you and your meddling mutts!” She laughed and fell into her wife’s arms, giggling and kissing.

“Yea, no idea, they just showed up, no idea, not gonna ask questions. My current theory is that Cyclonus might be a Bond villain. Tailgate, might he wanted by the IRS.” Aileron mumbled and licked her lips as their food was set down in front of them.

The taco and burger looked great, along with the mountain of potato wedges, his mouth watered and Rodimus swallowed. “Can I get some water?”

“Sure,” Firestar poured him a massive glass. “Eat up kid, and spare some food for the good boy at your feet, huh Tamtam?”

The dog huffed and turned away from her.

Rodimus wolfed down the food, shoving bite after bite into his mouth, his stomach eagerly taking everything in. The tacos were spicy and made his eyes water, the salty cheese, and onions made his jaw slow and savor each bite. It felt like the first burger he’d ever had, the kind of burger he’d have at a cookout, the one that Optimus would make especially for him. The taco reminded him of the hot summer days when they’d travel through the city to the legendary taco truck. 

Everything tasted great, he only paused and tossed some potato wedges down to Tamtam, the dog greedily ate each one.

“Oh hell with it.” Firestar spun around and grabbed a massive plate of burgers and tacos, setting it down in front of Tamtam. “He’s gonna sleep well tonight.” 

“Yeah, I guess he is.” Rodimus chewed the wedge, watching as half the plate vanished in front of him, Tamtam gulped it all down. He might be spending more on food than anything else.

Shame that he couldn’t find a collar.

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“Welcome in, you’re a new face,” The man called from behind the counter, he was sipping away on a tea and reading his phone. The gas station wasn’t too bad of a place to start, but it was a bad one to end. “Not a good day?”

Rodimus shook his head and slumped against the counter, the rope trailing behind him, Tamtam trotted up and huffed jumping up and resting his head on the countertop trying as the cone bonked. “Yea, it’s rough.”

“Boof.” Tamtam barked and sat back down.

The man blinked and stared right at Tamtam, a smirk on his lips. “Why’s it so rough?”

“Well I’ve been everywhere, looking for anything for him,” Rodimus gestured to the big dog. “Collar, dog food, treats, and nothing, not a single speck of dog stuff.” He frowned. “Does this town hate dogs?”

The man clicked his tongue and shook his head. “Did ya get some weird looks?”

“Yes!” Everyone looked at me, then Tamtam-”

“Cute,” His grin barely hid under his hand as he stared at Tamtam.

“Thank you, and they gave me some weird looks, some even made jokes about it. Like yes, he’s a good boy, but ‘hey he’s a keeper huh?’ Like what is that supposed to mean?” He tossed his hands up in frustration. “Some said it’s best to order off of a discrete website. like???”

“Hmm, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, or a few actually.” The man leaned over. “I’ve never seen a dog here, I know that sounds weird, but never seen one. Sure tourists bring their dogs in, but they start acting all funny, even well-trained ones get weird. So dogs just don’t like it here.” He shrugged. 

“Why do they freak out? What about him?”

“Tamtam? I’m not sure, we think it’s the bears, but Tamtam here?” The man jumped the countertop and knelt down, ruffling Tamtam’s thick coat. “Oh he’s a good one, some hunter must’ve lost him or something. He’s a bear dog.”

“What?” Rodimus sputtered, staring down at the big fluffy guy. “What's a bear dog?”

“He was bred to fight bears, literally, look at him, he’s a big softie but he’ll scare a grizzle off no problem. So on one hand he’s lazy, a bit of a snuggle bug, and totally snores, BUT he’s exactly what you want when there’s a problem. Huh boy, you big handsome pupper?”

Tamtam sneezed in the man’s face.

Rodimus grinned as the man cleaned his face off.

Ugh, gross, never mind, not handsome, gross man. Gross and stinky.” He stuck his tongue out. “Photon by the way.”

“Rodimus.”

“Well Rodimus, let me know if you need gas, or well anything a gas station can offer.”

“With everything, I might take you up on that offer, got anything for him to eat? I’m sure he’s starving.”

He drove home, chewing on a gummy worm and ruffling Tamtam’s soft head, he pulled to the cabin, helped Tamtam out of the Pathfinder, and let the big ball of fluff into the house. Getaway sat in a camping chair, he glared at the dog. Rodimus rolled his eyes and chewed on his gummy worms, fishing out a tuna sandwich and tossing it at Tamtam.

Tamtam opened his mouth, about a foot off from the tuna sandwich, it flopped on the ground. He huffed in his cone and started eating it off the floor.

“Can’t catch, huh?” Getaway sneered at the dog.

Then Tamtam did something a bit strange, he ate his sandwich, licked his lips, and stared at Getaway. He didn’t blink, didn’t flinch, only stared at him. 

Getaway twitched in his seat and shifted his eyes away from Tamtam and to his phone. “Dumb dog.”

The big shaggy coat flopped next to the stove on the makeshift bed, he sighed and slowly shut his eyes, licking his lips. Then he snored, it was loud and filled the whole cabin, Rodimus admitted it was cute, in a dorky way. 

He fished out another gummy worm and thought back to Photon, what the gas station owner said. Tamtam was a bear dog, he was meant to fight bears, even take down bears. What else could Tamtam do? Would he protect Rodimus from that thing that he saw? The idea was comforting but sad, whatever Rodimus saw he knew that Tamtam might protect him, but would the dog die doing so? He surely didn’t want to hurt Tamtam, and never wanted to see him hurt.

The keys were still heavy in his pocket. “I’m going on a drive.”

Getaway tsked and rolled his eyes. “Fine, be back before sundown.” He fiddled with his silver necklace eyes on Tamtam’s snoring body.

“I will,” He leaned down and kissed Getaway’s cheek.

“Yea yea, drive safe, I know how you drive.” 

Waves crashed down and faded into the sand, the soothing sound of the ocean settled something in him. Rodimus walked down the beach, picking out seashells and rocks. Even finding a crab mult or a seagull. He poked at some of the mystery treasure, tossing some of it back into the salty waters.

“Yeaaaa!”

He jumped and stared at the ocean, watching a lone surfer in a curled wave. It came crashing down and yet the surfer flew out of the barrel. “Who the hell is surfing up here?”

“Woooooah!” The man grinned and pitted his board towards the shore, waving at Rodimus. He rode the gentle waves to the beach and carried his board onto land, he only stopped halfway towards Rodimus and violently shook his whole body, spraying water everywhere. “Great day for a few barrels huh?”

“Yea? Uhh,” He stared at the lanky man, his long curly hair and tan, there was a huge fanged smile. “Riptide, right?”

“Ohhh yea, I know you, you’re that newcomer huh? Rodimus right?” He shoved his board into the sand and walked around Rodimus. “Yea you’re him, I think?”

“Yea it’s Rodimus.” 

“Huh, thought you were taller,” He shrugged and started to peel off his wet suit, revealing a lean swimmer's body, one that took years of training and exercise. Riptide didn’t care that Rodimus clearly was staring. 

On top of all that muscle were a whole lot of tattoos, strange ones that Rodimus had never seen before, none of the biker gangs of rebels back home had them. Stars, anchoes and strangely enough the one that stood out, a red cross and the words ‘wouldn’t it be nice’. “Uh, can I ask you about your tattoos?”

Riptide tied his suit to his waist and pulled his long mop of hair into a ponytail. “Yea sure, ask away.” He shrugged.

“I’ve never seen tattoos like this before, anchors? You have to love the ocean, huh?”

He puckered his lips. “Now that you say that, yeah, I love the ocean, spent my whole life next to it. It’s natural for me, when I was younger I trained for the Olympics, but that fell through.”

“Fell through?”

Riptide waved him over and the two of them started walking, Rodimus followed along wanting to know the story. “Yeah, I trained too hard, didn’t let myself rest, and well let’s just say my muscles kinda aren’t supposed to look like that.” He gestured to his left leg, his calf looked a bit strange, rolled up. “One day of training and pushing myself too hard, my legs cramped, I didn’t know how bad. My coach had to dive down and pull me out.” he sighed, then shrugged. “Can’t do anything about it now.”

“You were an Olympic athlete, and you just gave up?”

“Yea, tossed in the towel, couldn’t walk anymore after that, messed around in a wheelchair, and felt useless.”

“So you just gave up?”

He nodded, flashing a pearly white grin. “Sure did, spent 6 months in total isolation and depression. Then I signed some paperwork, hid my limp, and wound up on the USS Enterprise.” He pointed to the tattoo of a ship surrounded by ropes.

“Then the navy?”

“Oh yeah, didn’t really help with my funk, I just did my job and called it good, well until my leg flared up again and in the late of night I crawled to a medic.” He sighed his cheeks growing rosey. “Okay so the first rule of being a medic, you’re supposed to report everything. He didn’t, he kept my secret, gave me pain meds, and checked up on me. We became friends, and for a while, everything felt okay.” He pointed to the Red Cross. 

“So where is he?”

Riptide stopped, shoulders drooped. “Things happened, things there were out of my control. I liked him, a lot more than my younger self would admit, but I never said anything, partly cause of my fear and because of well my accident.”

“You didn’t want him to think less of you because of your leg?”

“Yeah, something like that.” Riptide shrugged bags under his eyes. “So I left, wound up here and well here I am. I’m content.”

Rodimus studied the lanky man, feeling a slight pang in his heart. “So you gave up?”

“Yeah, I know I’m not the smartest tool, bowling ball, or light bulb, but I knew what was best for everyone else. Even if that meant I wouldn’t be happy in the end, that was okay for me.” His smile hurt a bit more to stare at.

The waves crashed down on the shore and Rodimus tossed a rock at the sea. Riptide lingered back, fiddling with his board. 

Rodimus dropped it, letting go of all his questions and he stared back at the surfer. Somehow he seemed content with himself, he tried and failed, and now he lived in some small town in Alaska. Maybe that was his new life here, alone and distant from his loved ones. At least he had Getaway.

“Do you know of any good fishing spots?”

Riptide whistled and shook his head. “Sorry, never really got into fishing, but I know we got great salmon here. Thunderclash loves the wilderness, he’s the one to ask. I’m sure half of his diet is fish, not much of a hunter anymore.”

“I suppose I’ll have to ask him.”

“Yea, but he likes to disappear, haven’t seen him in a few days, then again I’m sure he’s out there running butt naked through the forest. So bring an extra pair of boxers if you find him.”

“Er, thanks?”

“Trust me, we’ve all seen his butt.” Riptide winked.

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“What are you doing?” Getaway stood in the doorway, sipping a beer in the early morning. His baggy shirt covered his mostly naked body and messy hair. 

Thunderclash sat in the garden, bonking the stupid cone on everything physically possible. Stupid cone, dam it Velocity! Why didn’t anyone have a collar in this stupid town? Thankfully the full moon was around the corner and that meant he could escape, well he had to. Can’t really fight it, all he had to do was act just right, burst through the front door, and disappear. Then he can go back to his everyday life, brushing his teeth and the comforts of the Alaska king bed! 

“Well, I’m going to try to track down Thunderclash.”

He stopped and stared at the two of them, head tilting.

Rodimus shoved some snacks into the Pathfinder and brushed away his long curly locks. He turned towards Tamtam. “Yeah, it’s a weird name, but he’s a nice guy, I think you’d like him.”

“Boof,” He licked his nose, he was glad that in this form laughing was physically impossible, but he could wag his tail and pant. 

“Why?” Getaway pressed.

“Well, I figured I should take up a hobby here, try to enjoy mother nature. Riptide said that he knows the best fishing spots.”

“You don’t have your poles anymore.”

Rodimus’ shoulders slumped. “Yeah, but we got some good money for them. The least I could do is look at the spots, maybe save up, and buy new poles?”

“Not to mention he’s super weird, like way too much hippie in one man. Condensed hippie.” He stuck his tongue out.

“Yeah, but he knows the spots, it’ll get us out of the house for a bit.” Rodimus patted his thigh and whistled. “Come on boy.”

Thunderclash stared at the car, then back at Rodimus, and finally at Getaway. With a defeated huff he wagged his tail and jumped in, curling up and sticking his head out of the window.

“Yeah, we’re not gonna have the satellite dish with your head out the window.” He pulled the straps and tossed the cone aside, gently rubbing around the stitches. “Almost healed up, pretty fast, still have a limp but besides that, you’re doing good Tamtam.”

He wagged his tail and rested his head on the door. This was going to be interesting, they were trying to find him.

Getaway was staring, his mouth half open, his eyes hardened at them, and he shut his jaw with a clack. “Alright, let me get some pants on, a hike might do me some good.”

“You’re coming?” Rodimus asked spinning around, brightness in his eyes, smile on his lips. 

“Yea yea, I think it’ll be good, just shove the mutt in the back.” He trudged inside.

It took every inch of his muscle to not growl, instead he simply climbed in the back and flopped down. So great, no one-on-one time with Rodimus, or running off and popping up in his booty shorts. No, he had to tolerate a hike with Getaway.

This was going to suck.

“Come on boy,” Rodimus called.

He trotted along, tail down, head in the grass. Okay so maybe he spent too much time in Talkeetna’s backyard. It was an older pass, only used for the wildlife, it was a great shortcut in winter, bypassing most of the wood and road and right into the heart of town. 

Getaway wasn’t making this any easier.

He thought it was a great idea to take the rest of his beer and litter, which really was hard to ignore. Bottles did break over time, but shockingly glass hurt when it was stuck in your paw pad and you had to limp all the way to Velocity. He really wished that he could run off and shift into his human self and chew Getaway a new one. 

“Maybe the mutt isn’t happy, maybe he’s lazy?” Getaway mumbled finishing another bottle and tossing it aside.

“Wanna cut back on that stuff?”

“You’re the one with the drinking problem, not me.”

He was boiling, Thunderclash was boiling, sure he could handle Getaway’s foul mood and snarky comments but this? The gaslighting was terrible, really bad, and even worse was that he couldn’t do anything about it. He really hated not being able to do anything.

Rodimus simply smiled, it was painful and the smell of sadness radiated around the ginger. “Y-yea, okay. Just go light.”

“Surreee” He rolled his eyes as Thunderclash trotted after Rodimus.

It was swift and stung and he yelped out of surprise if anything, he jumped and ran ahead. Ducking under Rodimus’ legs. His side was still tender from the car.

“Hey!” Rodimus snapped and spun around, resting a comforting hand on Thunderclash’s head. “Really? I told you, again and again, do not kick the dog!”

“Stupid thing doesn’t want to be here.”

“And you clearly do? If you’re going to be a total jackass then just sit in the car and fume.”

“Why do you care so much about that dumb mutt anyhow? He wasn’t there when you screwed things up with Optimus or didn’t pick you up when you fought Drift. So why are you so attached to something worthless as a dog?”

His shoulders slumped. “Just go back to the car, I’m gonna go look for Thunderclash.” He spat and jogged up the hill, Thunderclash on his heels. Together they vanished into the forest, passing a small creak that trickled into a pond, massive trees, and old keep-out signs. Rodimus was stomping, huffing, and grinding his teeth.

He whined.

The ginger spun around and cupped his face, softness in his eyes, he gently prodded Thunderclash’s side. “Sorry there, I just, told him again and again not to hurt you. I get it he’s not an animal person, sure he grew up with a cat or two but this?” He rubbed Thunderclash’s thigh. “I don’t like this, he’s normally not like that.”

In all honestly Thunderclash was far from a therapist or anyone who could qualify to understand people. But he knew exactly what was going on, Tamtam had Rodimus’ attention, not Getaway, which meant that Getaway wasn’t in control. 

“You seem fine, but if I see you limping we’re turning around.” He kissed the top of Tamtam’s head. “Good boy, now, think you can find this himbo?”

He tilted his head and stared at up Rodimus.

“Thunderclash, he’s uhh, a himbo? I mean okay friendly, super friendly, he’s kind but kinda a dork? And I’m pretty sure he’s a retired player- yea let’s not think about that.” His face darkened and Rodimus cleared his throat. “Hey, Thunderclash?” He called out.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to work, normally if there were no humans around he’d come bundling up. Now he couldn’t.

“I guess we’ll keep calling his name? Hey Thunderclash!” He called out walking through the woods, Thunderclash hot on his tail. So this went on for a while, Rodimus called for him, and yet no Thunderclash appeared. “Thunderclash, Thunderthighs, Bootyclash!” He called out joke names as they continued through the lush forest, again Thunderclash was glad he couldn’t laugh. “Come on Thunderbutt,” He huffed as they reached a clearing, he flopped on the grass and groaned. “Riptide said we could find him easily.”

Thunderclash crawled up next to him, wagging his tail.

Rodimus lay on his back, mindlessly rubbing Thunderclash’s head. The woods around them sat quietly, the birds chirped, wind whistled through the trees. His pale face softened and a small smile spread across his face. “I don’t think we’re gonna find Thunderclash today,” He pulled Thunderclash close, pressing his massive head onto his chest. 

He fell into the soft warmth and slowly wagged his tail, this was comfortable, in the meadow. Rodimus was comfy. 

A deep rattling sigh escaped Rodimus, and Thunderclash pricked his ears. “I just- I want to fish, it made me happy, reminded me of when Kup was able to take us camping. A little piece of home.”

Thunderclash huffed, he couldn’t bolt off now, but he could stay. So he nudged Rodimus’ hand and stood back up, barking. Rodimus stared at him, Thunderclash huffed and grabbed his shirt dragging him up onto his feet. It wasn’t too far away, but it was a pretty good spot. 

Rodimus stumbled after him. “Alright, alright, what’s got you all huffy?”

“Boof,” he darted into the woods, leaping over boulders and trotting through the trees. Rodimus was hot on his tail, calling him back. Yet Thunderclash ignored and simply kept moving, he heard the water first, the steady river, and he wagged his tail. He slowed and stopped at the river bank, sitting neatly on a rock.

“Tamtam?” Rodimus called and pressed through the branches, stilling at the sound of the river. “Wow,” he smiled and sat next to Thunderclash, patting his back. “Good boy.”

He simply wagged his tail, happy that Rodimus was happy. Shame that he didn’t have any poles, but at least this was a good spot. Maybe he could find some old poles or something, hopefully, Rodimus could at least have a taste of home up here.

“Thank you.” he gingerly said resting his head on top of Thunderclash’s. “Just a little piece of home.”

Chapter Text

Rodimus tasted great, wonderful for 2nd place, he always made cute little sighs and moans, especially around his neck. He pulled Rodimus closer, kissing around his neck, nipping and even sucking on sensitive areas. Getaway hummed, letting his hands rest on Rodimus’ hips.

The crackle of the fire next to them, and the faint creak of the sofa made the world feel so small. 

The redhead sat on his hips, pulling his hair back. “Think I should cut it?”

He hummed. “Maybe, I mean I like your long hair, great in bed.”

Rodimus rolled his eyes. “Thinking a mullet?”

“You already had one of those.” He tried and failed to hide his distaste, it was gross and oily most of the time.

“And I liked it, a lot, I thought I looked really cool and kinda rugged.” He sat back.

Getaway wrapped his fingers around the silver chain, pulling Rodimus closer, kissing him, and biting his lip. “We’ll talk about it later, okay babe?”

Rodimus laughed and nodded, rolling his hips against Getaways. “Fine fine,”

“Good boy,” Getaway smiled and started sucking Rodimus’ throat, fingers slipping under his teeshirt. It was going to be a long night, he had Rodimus all to himself, and a whole house where they could do anything. A part of him was giddy about that, doing whatever he wanted, Rodimus wouldn’t ever say no to me.

There it was that horrible sound, the dreadful whine.

Nothing like getting interrupted. The dumb dog sat before them, whining, ears pinned back. That’s all the stupid thing did, was whine, get in. Getaway’s way and often fart, a lot, like all the time. But the moment Rodimus walked in he was a crying baby. You’d think a bear dog wouldn’t be so needy, but here the mug was. Not to mention if it was one of those monsters out there, then that was just sad. 

“Tamtam, not now,” Rodimus mumbled cupping Getaway’s face.

“Dam thing, can’t you see we’re a bit busy?”

The dog didn’t move, it only stared at them, unblinking, big, fluffy, seeming to get bigger by the minute. It was a constant looming presence in his house, something like that shouldn’t be here. If only Rodimus would listen and abandon it somewhere in the forest. That thing watched, with big eyes, staring right at Getaway. Then it tilted its head back and howled. It was deep and loud, shaking his skeleton and sending shivers down his spine.

“That’s it.” He climbed off the sofa they snagged a town over, and grabbed the dog’s cone, yanking him towards the door. With a kick, the door flew open and then tossed the dog out, or tried to. With a heave, he shoved the dog out, more than frustrated he slammed the door shut and hopefully kicked the dumb thing out.

“Getaway!”

“Rodimus I’m not cleaning up after him again, and clearly he’s going to use the grass as toilet paper.” Getaway slammed the door shut.

“But there’s bears out there.”

“He can sleep under the car.” 

Rodimus glared and shoved past him, opening the door, and filtering the moonlight in. No dog in sight, he must’ve bolted. “Tamtam!” Rodimus stepped out into the front yard, calling out for the mangey mutt.

“Rodimus!” Getaway rushed out after him, plucking Rodimus up and carrying him inside. “The curfew, remember?”

“But Tamtam-” He shrugged in Getaway’s arms, trying to look into the wilderness around them. The dog is not in sight.

“He’s a dog, and he’ll be fine, you found him wandering out here before, he’ll come back.”

Defeated Rodimus slumped in Getaway’s arms, tossing in the towel. He pouted as they stepped inside and Getaway kicked the door close. He hummed trying to smother Rodimus, he sat them down and pulled the ginger close, running his fingers through the shaggy hair. So much better than that gross mullet. 

“No where were we?”

Rodimus still wasn’t happy, he scrambled out of Getaway’s lap and stared at the fire, retracting his limbs.

“What?” he tossed his arms up.

“You threw him out, and he’s got no collar or tags.”

He fought the urge to roll his eyes, he deflated and slumped back, still wishing for a good night in. “I’m sorry.” That perked up Rodimus, he uncoiled himself and sat up, listening. Getaway sighed and rubbed the back of his head, avoiding eye contact, he focused on the fire. “It’s been pretty rough here, for me, I haven’t really spent any time with you and almost every day you’re out with that dog. I know we’re both adjusting but I hardly see you anymore. I just wanted to spend some time with you.”

Rodimus slumped, and his walls fell with ease. “Yeah, I’m sorry I’ve been spending a lot of time with the dog,” He curled up next to Getaway, resting his head on Getaway’s shoulder. “I guess I’m just trying to have some control over the situation, we left so fast that I didn’t even say goodbye to Optimus or Kup. So Tamtam gives me company, and I’m trying to get out more often.” he stared up at Getaway. “Can you forgive me?”

He clicked his tongue and nodded. “Yeah, I’ll need a little bit of time,” he wrapped his arm around Rodimus’ waist and pulled him close. “I’m sure Tamtam will be fine, and I’ll help you look for him in the morning.”

“Promise.”

“Promise.”

He smiled and flipped himself over, sitting on Getaway’s lap. “Alright, well at least it’s quiet now and we can focus on what we were doing.” This time Rodimus started kissing and slipped his fingers through Getaway’s hair. 

Admittedly, Rodimus wasn’t bad for 2nd place, less hairy, and didn’t have a stupid but attractive accent but he was a good kisser and pretty good in bed. And he listened to everything Getaway said.

He jerked awake, ice-cold sweat rolling down his neck, heart racing. Rodimus tried to swallow, but his mouth was dry, he shivered and looked around their room. Getaway snored next to him, curled up, ignorant of his boyfriend’s fear.

There it was again, a deep hollow howl.

Somehow he found his strength, on quaking knees he climbed towards the window, peering out at the full moon. The woods looked lovely, lush, and almost peaceful.

Another deep rich howl filled the world around him.

Rodimus sunk down and watched the world, waiting, hoping that everything wasn’t real and that what he saw his first night was just a figment of his mind. Something was out there, watching him, it was there the first night and it was back again. He fell to his knees and watched from the safety of his home, high up, far from whatever that thing was. 

Out of the dark blue world only highlighted by the moon, the darkness that only creatures of the night could see, they lurked in their world, hunting, waiting. This time there were eyes, more than one pair, three in fact, they watched him back. 

Rodimus shivered and compressed his frame against the window cell. 

Icey blue eyes cut into him, eyes that would follow him, another pair of blue watched, this one narrowed, studied him. Finally Big Red was there, watching, he returned, maybe with a warning. Sizing him up for his next meal?

Wretched thing.

Red huffed like smoke fog curled around his muzzle fangs flashed.

Deep blue ruffled and snorted, then it turned and disappeared into the darkness. Icey followed behind.

Big Red stayed for a moment, watching him, ears twitching, a deep wail sound escaped him, and then it bolted following the others. It vanished into the woods, the monsters disappeared into the darkness.

Okay so maybe he wasn’t the smartest, but he sure as hell cared a lot about his dog! He didn’t put on slippers or anything else, he stumbled down the stairs and grabbed his bat.

Freezing air assaulted him, he hissed and held the bat up, a new. Found fire in his chest, and his knuckles hurt as he held the bat up. “Tamtam!” He yelled out, heart racing, a whole shiver racing over his body. “Come here, boy! Tamtam!”

If he didn’t know any better he thought it was the wind, but there wasn’t any wind. A snap echoed behind him and Rodimus spun, bat out. Then he really was glad that he ran out butt naked.

Red was back, and he seemed so much bigger than before hulking in fact, he could go head-to-head with a car if he wanted to. Maybe total the Pathfinder. Red didn’t step out of the woods, he stayed under the trees, roughly 20 feet away. 

Maybe it was that he somehow found some courage, or he was worth something. Rodimus was pretty sure it was because right now, he had no idea where Tamtam was, and that was far more scary then whatever that thing was. “Tamtam,” He puffed out, holding his bat up high. “Tamtam you better come here, right now, or so help me you-“

Red growled, he snarled and drool dripped from his jaws. Red jaws, blood red jaws, that thing ate something, it ate something and now it was licking its lips.

Rodimus blinked. Okay so maybe he was stupid. “Stupid dog-“

The beast roared and stepped out of the forest, somehow it was even bigger, ears back, fog curling around its snout. 

“Fuck this!” Rodimus tossed the bat and ran inside, again really glad that he was able to show that thing his full moon. He slammed the door shut and shivered, clinging to the wooden frame, shutting his eyes tight. Tamtam was missing, and that thing very well could kill him.

The door lutched and Rodimus screamed scrambling away from the solid wood door and towards the stairs. It was watching him, he knew it was watching him, he stilled on the stairs heart racing, once again his vision clouding and his head spinning. 

Somehow he was able to spin around and stare out the front window.

It was there, red was there, glowing bright red, the fog covered the window, teeth like daggers gleamed red. It was staring at him, right at him, it snarled, flashing more of those deadly fangs. It was huge, it could tear the door down, smash through the window. Rush in and crush Rodimus’ head in it’s jaws. 

Red didn’t, it stared at him, a growl escaped it’s jaws, it made Rodimus’ hair stand on end.

“G-Getaway?” he called, fear froze him in his place, and his eyes watered, the black spots returned, and his heart was beating. “Getaway!” He yelled at the top of his lungs. His body swayed, and he blinked, fighting the spinning in his skull. Rodimus needed to stay awake, he needed to keep his eye on it. That thing would kill Getaway, and him, it would tear through Rodimus and leave nothing behind. “Please, Getaway!” He called again, begging for his boyfriend.

Another howl rang outside and Rodimus slumped against the stairs, the wood planks digging into his ribcage. He cried. “Please, someone, anyone,” he whispered as his vision started to darken.

He was out, his head slammed against the wooden stairs.

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He bolted, the moment that door was open and Getaway’s fingers loosened, Thunderclash was gone. Paws slammed into the dirt and he jumped into the bushes, he was almost giddy with it. Okay so being a total couch potato and getting some prime belly rubs was nice, but he was a wild man-er wolf-wolfman. Also, he really needed a shower and he didn’t have to have Rodimus wash him, again.

A rich wet dirt and grass smell filled his lungs and he picked up speed, crossing over the hills, and jumping over streams. 

Another howl filled his ears and he wagged his tail. 

A twin set of sets picked up and Thunderclash snorted a greeting. Hot Shot trailed behind him, yipping and wagging his tail. The two tore across the landscape, following trails. He playfully butted his head against Hot Shot’s shoulder.

The smaller yellow wolf huffed and turned down another forest path, Thunderclash followed. It was the old logging company route, one that they took only when the herd was in the area, far from any homes. Richocet joined them, his lush jet-black coat almost blended in seamlessly. The three of them made the final bent and ran up the hill.

The mill was old and creaky, but it smelled of the pack and several past pack members. It soothed a part of him, his first hunt was here when his mom showed him the ropes and helped him catch a moose. 

Gravel kicked up and was sent flying, making several of the members roll their eyes. But they perked up as Thunderclash huffed and wagged his hello to the pack. Instantly everyone was up, yapping laughing, and teasing, calling him ‘Tamtam’.

“Thunderclash!” Firestar stumbled down the hillside.

“Boof-“ He started and stopped himself, letting his body shift, standing on his back legs, or well his legs now. He smiled as Firestar slammed into him, hugging him. “Hi.”

“YOU DUMB SLUT!” She yelled and cupped his fuzzy face. 

The pack stopped, there was no music playing but Thunderclash could feel the record scratch in his soul.

She glared at him. “You hit a car!”

“Well, that’s not exactly it.”

“You hit a car, then you cry and whine, get escorted by this total twink into Velocitty’s clinic, and spend the next month getting pampered?” She hissed.

“I wouldn’t say pampered.”

“He was looking for a collar.” Photon cut in, he grinned, and itched his curly beard.

“Oh yeah, that was funny!” Anode giggled and slapped her knee. “The looks he got!”

“The collar!” Firestar groaned and tossed her hands up in the air. “What part of werewolf don’t you get?”

Thunderclash sighed, she was right, horribly right, but he did have a plan. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “And as far as Rodimus knows, Tamtam is gone, dead even.” 

“Are you sure about that?” She flicked his cone collar.

“Oh, hehe, yeah.” He pried it off and tossed it aside. “All we have to do is swing by his house, make it all scary and the next day he finds this and some hair, maybe some blood?”

“So what you’re going to eat yourself?” 

“Exactly! It’ll be fun, maybe we can even scare them out of town?”

She hummed and tapped her foot. “Alright, after the hunt.”

“Yea, that sounds good.” He yawned and let his jaws stretch out, letting his whole body shift fully. Pleased he sat back and grinned, excitement blooming inside him. His butt wiggled and he thumbed his tail, huffing with pure excitement. The wolf inside him itched, begged to run, to hunt, to fully let loose.

“Wait- wait, you’re joining us?” Hotshot spoke up.

“Boof.”

“Hell yeah!” He jumped up and shifted too, plopping himself next to Thunderclash. His tail thumped loudly. 

Firestar smiled and nodded. “Alright, let's get this party started!” She ruffled, and her thick rusty hair greeted the pack. Wagging tails and everything. 

The herd was big, winter was light and it seemed like many of the younger members were healthy. Firestar stood high on the ridge watching as the herd started to move again, they’d been watched and studied. Some of the bull caribou hung back, but it didn’t matter doe or buck, their antlers would kill.

With a huff the first set of hunters ran down the hill, tearing across the landscape, dividing the large herd into two. Photon, Hotshot, and Anode were deadly when they were on the ground, faster than most of them. 

Once the herd was scattered some were led up the ridge confused and scared, upwind of where the pack sat. Firestar waited and then with a huff launched herself and the rest of the pack forward.

Thunderclash raced down, almost giddy, he raced towards the swampy grasslands knowing that some of the herd was stuck and it was easier to pick them off. Some of the pack howled as they caught a caribou others happily yapped and barked.

There was a yipe, and a blob of yellow soared above the tree line and smashed into the mud. Thunderclash moved faster than he could think, charging towards Hotshot and putting himself firmly between his packmate and the caribou. He snarled letting his hair rise up, a threat.

Ricochet barked his black frame darting out of the darkness and closing in on them. Hot Shot whined and cried as he tried to move only to slump back into the mud. 

The buck huffed and lowered his antlers, a warning. Hot Shot whined and struggled to lift his frame, that was a hard hit, one that would’ve knocked anyone down. Hot Shot slumped in the mud and waited. Thunderclash stood firm, snarling.

Ricochet tossed up clumps of mud and grass, he nudged Hot Shot’s side, earning a sharp yelp. He moved fast, digging around Hot Shot’s paws, and freeing each one. Then he wrapped his arms around the younger and lifted. 

Hot Shot whined.

“It’s okay, I got ya, Velocity is on her way.”

The bull stomped his hoof in warning.

The blood hung in the air and Thunderclash stood still.

The caribou charged, antlers down, Ricochet and Hot Shot still behind him. 

Rage blinded him, and he barked, meeting the caribou's head-on, he let the antlers wrap around him, digging his claws into the caribou’s neck while climbing it’s head. The caribou stumbled forward as it took all of Thunderclash’s weight on it’s neck. 

Ricochet ran carrying Hot Shot far from the fight, making his way back to the pack. 

Thunderclash jumped off and spun around, still smelling Hot Shot’s blood, his jaws wrapped around the caribou’s neck.

“Thunderclash!” Firestar yelled.

He jumped at her voice, blood in his mouth. A thump followed and he turned, a sad whine escaped him and he stared at her and Javelin. A horrified look was stained across her face, and he felt his tail fall between his legs.

The rusty ginger sighed, unable to look at him. “Hot Shot is fine, just a messed up ankle and some puncture wounds. A week at tops.” She licked her lips and rubbed her forehead. “Come on, we have one more stop and you can clean yourself up.” She trotted off. Javelin watched him for a moment, a look of fear in her eyes, then she turned leaving Thunderclash alone in the clearing.

Blood, there was a lot of it, he licked his lips and turned, finding a rather unpleasant sight. His heart sank and everything came crashing down once again. The bull, if you could call it that, was ripped apart, the only real part that still looked like a caribou was the antlers. There was nothing to butcher, nothing he could use. All that was left was scraps.

He didn’t even eat it, his paws and jaws worked faster as he tore into it, ripping it apart.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered to the caribou, nudging its head. One moment Hotshot was in pain and the caribo was aiming to do more damage, and he just lost it. His friend was in danger, but so was the caribou’s family. 

Numb he pulled himself up and followed through the muddy marsh, he never wanted to join another hunt again. The stink of death in his jaws he trotted after his leader.

The trudge to Rodimus and Getaway’s home was harsh, he’ll admit, he was sore and a bit tender in areas. But he found the strength in his body to keep moving, surely they made their way towards the small cabin, it sat quiet, dark. 

This was it, his goodbye to Tamtam, to Rodimus, to Getaway. The blood was great, he took the cone and ripped it up in his jaws, setting it in the dirt and making a mess of the buck. To be sure he took some of his own fur and shook it over the ruined corpse, making huge paw steps in a circle around the corpse. It was convincing.

Pleased he nodded to Firestar, who howled, it was long and low, menacing. The three of them sunk through the woods and crept closer to the cabin, they would be seen, and they would be known. This would scare them, scare them back home. Firestar stood back, and Anode sunk down on his hindquarters head high. Thunderclash pushed forward, Rodimus already saw him, he knew him. 

The fiery head poked out of the window, his eyes doubled and his face paled as he stared down at them. Thunderclash could taste his fear from here, he could bathe in the smell. He dug his claws into the ground and stood still. He wanted to go in, and whine, wanted to beg and cry, curl up in Rodimus’ arms. 

But he couldn’t. 

Firestar was the first one, she turned and left, then Anode followed, and with a huff, he joined them. Hopefully, the message was clear. Rodimus and Getaway would be packing this week, they’d leave, return to Arizona, and hopefully never come back. Rodimus would find someone better, someone who loved him, and hopefully, Getaway would get run over, not hit, fully run over. 

But now Tamtam was dead, and Thunderclash could return to his normal life.

“Tamtam!” Rodimus called out, his voice shaking.

The three of them stopped, their eyes switching from one another. Thunderclash fought, he ached to still, he wanted to. He snarled, Firestar huffed, and stood between him and Rodimus, fangs flashing.

“Come here, boy! Tamtam!” It was brave, stupidly brave.

“I won’t hurt him,” dashed past her, smashing his paw down on a branch and stilling at the tree line, he stood behind Rodimus and simply huffed.

He spun metal bat in hand, knees shaking, butt naked, pure fear coated his face. “Tamtam,” He puffed out, holding his bat up high. “Tamtam you better come here, right now, or so help me you-“

Thunderclash growled, letting his fur rise up, licking his lips, knowing that he could simply run and Rodimus would faint.

“Stupid dog-” 

He roared and slammed his paws on the ground.

“Fuck this!” Rodimus screamed and threw the bat at him, running inside, the door slammed shut. Thunderclash followed he wasn’t really running, it was a light jog for him, but he used his whole weight to slam into the door, shaking the side of the house. Rodimus gasped and scrambled away from it. 

He pried himself away from the door, stomping towards the front window, and the pale skinny frame scrambled towards the stairs. Each movement was laced with fear and Rodimus slumped on the stairs, he gasped for air and swiveled around. He stared back at Thunderclash, his face growing whiter and whiter by the second.

Thunderclash stole himself and forced his claws to sink into the wood, he wanted to go over, wanted to calm Rodimus, hold him. He was going to faint again. But Tamtam was gone, he had to be. So he snarled, letting his hot breath tickle the glass, his jaws open up. He growled and bristled outside. 

Rodimus’ head lulled to the side, his eyes unfocused and he gasped for air, chest moving erratically. 

He stared helplessly, it tugged on his heart, he wanted to help, he wanted to take Rodimus away from Getaway. But that wasn’t his job, he couldn’t butt in, couldn’t do anything. So he swallowed and growled.

“G-Getaway?” He begged for his boyfriend, the man who was supposed to be there, supposed to protect him, comfort him, love him. “Getaway!” He called out weakly moving, his body wasn’t working anymore, and fear rooted him to the stairs. “Please, Getaway!”

That wasn’t his job, it wasn’t. Rodimus had to fight this battle, and now he wouldn’t have Tamtam by his side. 

Firestar howled and his ears twitched, he had to get back, check on Hotshot, get a shower, and maybe forget about the soft ginger. He really didn’t want to.

“Please, someone, anyone.” Rodimus slumped on the stairs, his head slamming against the wood.

He flinched and dug his claws into the wood, he couldn’t go in, he couldn’t help, he simply sat there helpless. Rodimus fainted, skinny, starving, slowly getting choked out by the lazy snake he slept with. Thunderclash felt the tears prickle under his eyes and simply pressed his head against the glass. It was a goodbye, a final one, he whined, Tamtam was gone.

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She knew that face, she grew up with that face and knew exactly what the big lug was thinking. Velocity only rolled her eyes and continued working on Hot Shot’s wounds, he was out cold, the poor thing really couldn’t handle pain. Then again Hot Shot was the youngest out of the pack, can’t blame him. 

Thunderclash was skulking, pouting, he slumped in the chair and tapped his foot. He smelled better, using the old shower in the back, washing and trimming his beard and mullet. Man looked like Sasquatch. At least he didn’t smell like the trashy beer Getaway was drinking, or like Rodimus. 

“So,” She started clicking her tongue and looking at her handy work, not too bad, but it must’ve hurt. Antlers weren’t exactly fun to deal with. “How are you feeling about dumping him?”

“What?” He sputtered, his face turning red. “I don’t like him, and I didn’t dump him, just faked my death.”

“Surrrre. Could you move the light a bit closer?”

Thunderclash did and winched at the state of Hot Shot’s wounds. “It’s for the best.”

“Yeah, I mean if you don’t grow a tail and a mountain of fur here you’re not gonna fit in, BUT the old ladies can stay, do you think they know?”

“Oh they totally know, Cyclonus and Elita go out hunting, like all the time? So they know.” Thunderclash’s shoulders fell and he flopped back into the chair, eyes hard, chewing his lip. He sighed and fiddled with his zipper, then his buttons, and finally wrapped his coat around him, snuffing the inside. Bright orange hairs sticking out.

“Alright, I know exactly what’s going on.” She set the needle down in the alcohol, then dapped around the wounds. A week, Hot Shot would be sore, and cranky but okay. In all honestly they just needed her to make sure it wouldn’t take longer than a week. “This is something I’ve known since we were pups, remember when I got stuck?”

He frowned, then turned his head and realization bloomed across his face. “Yea, between the trees, and it was too high up?”

“Yeah, you waited and stayed with me, you even tried to break the tree trunk, you didn’t, but you got outraged, like really angry. And I think I know why.” She stepped back, the wounds were cleaned, bones reset and all Hot Shot had to do was wake up. But that wouldn’t be till morning. “You’ve got a huge heart, and you want to help everyone, you want to keep everyone safe. It’s almost sickening how far you’ll go, for everyone. You even helped me with my entrance exams, losing more sleep than I did.”

“I don’t miss those days.”

“But you did it, you helped me, even when it was hurting you.” She sighed and tossed her gloves aside, rubbing her forehead. “That’s what you did with Hot Shot, you saw him in pain and you put yourself in danger, you protected him. You could’ve died, if it was a moose or a grizzly you would’ve.”

“It’s my job-”

“No, you’re not the leader, not anymore, it’s you, that’s you, someone needs help, you’re running head first. I wish there were more people like you, but the world isn’t like that. So with Rodimus, you see someone who clearly needs help, and you want to be there.” 

He groaned and nodded. 

“I told you, you totally have a thing for gingers. But this, you can’t just butt your head between them, you can’t push Rodimus away, or pick a fight with Getaway. You just have to sit on the sidelines.” She sat next to him, pulling Thunderclash into a hug. He was the closest thing to a brother, a dopey brother. 

“I don’t like him.”

“He liked you.”

“I liked Tamtam, how do you think he’d react finding out that Tamtam is a late 20’s grown-ass man who likes belly rubs?”

“You’re underestimating yourself, something you really should stop doing. Come on, you used to steal hearts, you caused people to break up just with a wink. Part of me wants that old Thunderclash back, just go over and start flirting your ass off, steal Rodimus away from Getaway.”

Thunderclash puttered and hugged her, his messy long brown hair flopping all over, he was going to have to brush it or cut it again. “Firestar said something, and I’ve been thinking about it, a lot actually. We’re stays, all of us, every single one of us are strays, running away from the lives we knew, disappearing because of what we are… but I wasn’t bitten, you weren’t, Elita wasn’t, we were born like this.” His eyes turned away, a sadness deep in them. “Do you think if they weren’t cursed, their pack would be here?”

That was a hard question, one that admittedly stung, it really stung. She wondered that herself, that this wasn’t a choice for them, that they had to leave their lives behind. That what if. It wasn’t a comforting thought. “They wouldn’t, but I’d be here.”

He snorted and shook his head. “We’re monsters, werewolves. Do you really think we could ever fit into that world, that one out there?”

“No, I tried, I really did.” She rested her head on Thunderclash’s, it was a fun memory to visit, painful. “When I left, I honestly didn’t want to come back, I thought that I could hide it, that I could make my own pack out there. I tried it all, I went to college, did cheer, did softball, even tried for football, I stayed up late studying, I tried drama, even the tech crew. But-” She huffed and rubbed the back of her neck. “I never fit in, not with anyone, not even the really weird kids, I was an outcast, the one that everyone just avoided.”

“So there is no place for us?”

She shook her head. “Not really, but I wasn’t really alone, I was thinking about dropping out after 6 months, then a girl, another really weird one, just sat next to me. She welcomed me, we became friends, she was an engineering student. Her name was Nautica.”

“Then what?”

“Don’t tell Firestar, but, we kinda were dating, she never knew, thought I was on my period when it was time, I’d spent it out, just running around in the local parks. But she really wanted me to go to a midnight showing of this old movie, Rocky Horror Picture Show. I just had to, and it was a full moon, and yeah,” She clicked her tongue, even if most of the time they could control it, the moonlight always made the beast hungry. “She thought it was a customer, and said I looked good for a furry.”

That got a chuckle out of Thunderclash. “Did she find out?”

“Nope, I got her pretty drunk.”

“And why didn’t you want me to keep this from Firestar, are you two dating?”

“Oh no, no, we’re close, and yes we’re uh that close. But I want to tell you that I bit her, I bit Nautica.” That was the truth the ugly truth, they grew up trained to never bite, never spread the curse. And she broke it, from the day she was born she was told to never bite. Now there was Nautica out there, somewhere, confused, lost, and Velocity blamed herself.

“What did you do?”

“I thought I didn’t bite her at first, it healed so fast, but she kinda ghosted me, stayed away from me. I tried to reach out, try to say I was sorry, anything I can do to help, but she was already with someone else.” That was the other ugly truth, Nautica didn’t pick her, she was wrapped around some guy named Skids. “So I got my degree and left.”

“That’s a sad story, why are you telling me this?”

She sighed, knowing that ache in her chest, that her stomach didn’t do the fun twist anymore, or that admittedly her puppy love days were long gone. “She didn’t want help, she saw what I was, she knew it was me, and she chose to stay far away from me. If she wanted help, she would’ve asked for it.”

The warm weight next to her lifted and Thunderclash stood up, resting a hand on Hot Shot, rubbing comforting circles on the wolf’s head. He didn’t look at her, didn’t speak for a few heartbeats. A melancholy dread fell in the clinic and she could taste his sadness, his fear, even his anger. It stung in the back of her throat and made her eyes water. “I hate this.” He muttered, it was soft, a whisper, if she wasn’t a wolf she wouldn’t have heard it. “I hate that I can’t help, and then if I do, it’ll only make me the bad guy.”

“What are you going to do?”

He shut his eyes and hissed, fangs peeking out. “I won’t, I won’t do anything, I won’t help him. It’s the best for the pack, and hopefully for Rodimus too.” Gently he wrapped his arms around Hot Shot’s limp body. “I’ll take care of him.”

Velocity nodded, grabbing her keys and starting her Subaru, Thunderclash sat in the back, eyes shuttered, Hot Shot in his arms. It was a hard truth, harder to see it in action. Thunderclash wasn’t going to reach out a hand or stick his neck out. He would simply stay away.

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The old lookout creek and the fireplace flickered as the small pieces of wood warmed the dusty inside. He slowly took inventory and tossed out anything that was spoiled, at least he had the foresight to freeze most of his meat, shame that his spaghetti was green. One good part was that his tea never expired. 

Quietly he set the kettle down on the stove, listening to the stove click and a miniature flame popped into life. Pleased he started to shuffle through his mugs and picked the best ones, naturally his favorite was a Garfield one, an old mug that had a ton of hearts, and an old man saying ‘I like you a little’. Then honey, always honey, he had a craving for honey, all the time.

Maybe he was a werebear?

Thunderclash shook his head and smiled at the dumb thought, then pushed everything away. He set the honey to the side and turned to his guest.

Hot Shot wasn’t looking too good, he was almost white, and his golden coat wasn’t as shiny and still had a few blood dots on it. Soft wheezes escaped his chapped lips and he whined. He’d wake up soon and needed to eat and drink. Something soft and not too chewy, but filling. So that meant yogurt and crackers, maybe cookies, if Thunderclash felt like sharing.

He knelt down next to Hot Shot, rubbing gently circled on the younger man’s head. He didn’t deserve that, he must be scared. So he put aside everything that was going on with him, the current turmoil in his chest, the confusing feelings he felt as he lingered in Talkeetna, and how each day it felt like he was sinking into the marshes. 

Then there was the golden werewolf, he was strange, the youngest of the pack, it was clear that he’d had a rough life, and it seemed like he wasn’t going to have a long life. Apparently, he was bitten by some wild dog in some abandoned building and almost tore his arm right off. His friends ditched him at some clinic and he walked out a week later. Hot Shot stayed far from his messy friends, and instead, he did some research and looked into the lycanthrope strain. Then he just vanished from his home, his whole life, and took a Greyhound bus up to the border. 

Ricchoete was closer to Hot Shot, and what Thunderclash could tell was that Hot Shot wasn’t in a good spot. He was thrown out when he was young, hardly 16, dropped school, and joined a gang. The crush that the golden wolf had on him made sense. Thunderclash welcomed him, treated him like a real person, and helped him break his old habits. 

Yet the feeling was only one way.

Maybe in his reckless youth, he would’ve taken Hot Shot’s advances, but now he simply didn’t want to. Not after Firestar left him, then again he knew what happened to her arm. So even if the pack teased him, he accepted that he would be alone.

The least he could do was support those around him, and hopefully, they’d find their own happiness, even if it wasn’t in the pack anymore.

“You’re overthinking.” Hot Shot wheezed, his wolf body stretched and shifted and he lay there on the massive bed, half human half wolf. “I know that look, you’re overthinking again.”

“I am?”

“Yeah, you look like that when you patrol or when tourists are in town. You get this ergar look, the kind of look you get when you can’t do something.”

“Hmm, tea,” He held the mug up to Hot Shot’s lips, holding the man’s head up, and carefully he sipped. Thunderclash helped him, laying the man’s head back and setting the warm tea aside. 

Hot Shot stared at the ceiling, his eyes softened and he sighed. “Why didn’t I find you back in the city?”

“What do you mean?”

He snorted. “No one looked after each other there, not friend, family, no one, I was on my own the whole time. I got bit and I wound up here. You welcomed me, made it feel like home, and for once I felt safe. Can’t blame me for falling for you.”

Warmth flooded his face. “Erm,”

“Don’t worry, I got the message.” He sighed. “Shame, you’re a keeper, you know.” 

Thunderclash sat next to him, hugging himself. “I’m not, I think I’m going to stay clear of the dating scene for a while. Just stay out of it all.”

“Hm? Why?”

“I- I did something bad, very bad, and I regret it, very much. And I don’t want to be that person, or that thing, around anyone. I don’t want anyone else to feel that pain.”

The blonde frowned. “Now I gotta know, what could you have done that was so bad?”

He clicked his tongue. “I hurt someone, someone I cared about, someone I wanted to protect. And I thought I could move past it, heal from it. But tonight, what happened, just showed me that I haven’t changed, that this isn’t something I can push aside.”

“What happened?”

He felt sick, thinking of the poor caribou, the corpse of an animal trying to protect itself. Thunderclash wanted to curl up and let himself shrivel into nothing. “I uh, lost control, I lost myself in the beast. Again, and I know it’ll happen again and again.”

“Oh, god I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

Hot Shot sighed and rubbed his bandages, wincing. “Is that why you don’t go on hunts anymore?”

He nodded drumming his thumbs on his belly. “Yeah, I can’t put myself in that situation again, so I keep the wolf hidden, chained up, far from anyone. I’m scared that it’ll consume me, and all that’s left is the wolf, nothing else. A rabid hungry wolf.”

“But you’re so much stronger than it.”

Thunderclash shook his head. “No, I’m not.” He wanted to do so much, wanted to help everyone around him, but his nature it wanted to do the exact opposite. Thunderclash knew that the wolf could snap and bite, it would tare off limbs. Feral and free. This was his fate, his true self. “No one could love that thing.”

Hot Shot winced. “But you deserve love.”

“Now when I can hurt them.” he sat up and ruffled Hot Shot’s hair. “You should rest.”

“You know you deserve so much better, and this self-isolation isn’t you, it’s not who you are Thunderclash.”

He flopped into the bed and curled up. “Good night.”

“Night.”

Thunderclash lay there, eyes shut, mind buzzing, his two halves fighting. This was his home, where he was born, and where he grew into the person he is today, but this was also where the strays ended up. The pack was great, he loved each one of them, from Richoete's grumpy but caring nature to Eltia’s whole badass bog witch demeanor. This was his home, and yet, he could feel the cage growing smaller and smaller. 

Maybe it was time to vanish like the senior members.

His stomach turned at that idea, sure the pack would miss him, and there was a likely chance he’d never return. No one would go out looking for him, he’d be lost.

But what would happen if he lost control out there, among humans? What would he do when he wasn’t himself?

Sometimes he really wished he wasn’t born a wolf.

“Rodimus what are you doing?” Getaway snapped stomach dropping as he stared down at his boyfriend sleeping on the stairs. That wasn’t a pleasant sight, one that he really was getting tired of seeing.

The ginger groaned and pulled his face off the stairs, his neck cracking, the indent of carpet on his cheek. His eyes were unfocused and his face pale. Apparently, he spent all night sleeping on the stairs. “Wha-?”

“What are you doing? Butt naked on the stairs? Really Rodimus?” He grumbled and knelt down next to his boyfriend. “You really need to take care of yourself, what if you did that outside? What- why is there mud on the house?” He stepped over Rodimus tracking the muddy footprints towards the door. 

He knew what was outside last night, knew that Rodimus was dumb enough to charge after his ‘dog’ but in all honestly he expected a bigger mess than muddy footprints. Getaway was ready to blame it on the town, to talk to the press, spin the story in his favor. Rodimus was mauled to death by wolves, big man-eating wolves.

Then again he should’ve known better, Tamtam would never hurt Rodimus, the werewolf loved him, and cared for Rodimus. Stupid thing. 

Getaway opened the door and stepped out, smelling the morning dew, and seeing the muddy footprints. Rodimus was dumb enough to charge out with a bat, confront a fucking werewolf. He had to spin this, had to make Rodimus think it was nothing, that he was losing his mind.

“I was looking for Tamtam.” He wobbled up to Getaway, leaning against the door, eyes half closed. “I was worried about him.”

“Next time you want to run out but naked outside, don’t.” He snapped and stomped towards the footprints, tracking Rodimus’ reckless actions from the night before. He got far, pretty far with the bat in his hands, butt out. Really far, far enough for one of them to snatch him away. Tamtam would never hurt Rodimus.

Getaway felt his stomach drop as the set of paw prints, huge, massive, they were at least double the size of his foot. He followed them, tracking them towards his house, closer and closer. Rodimus dozed to the side, knees shaking, he fell on his butt and hugged himself, about to faint again. Getaway ignored him, he stood where the prints stopped, right in the window, right where one of those beasts stood.

“Tamtam is dead.” 

Rodimus jerked. “No he’s not, he can’t be.” he peeked out of his hug, eyes watering.

“He is, don’t waste your time, or mine looking for some mangey mutt.” He snapped, stomping and yanking Rodimus to his feet. “Now then, go wash yourself off.”

Fear crossed Rodimus’ eyes and the man nodded, wobbling back into the house. Getaway watched as he climbed the stairs and the shower started. He had a lot of work to do, and lots of legal paperwork to file through, taxidermy would make good money for now, but once he had everything else settled. It wouldn’t matter what happened to Rodimus.

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Once he ate some eggs and drank enough water for a camel he felt everything come rushing back from the previous night. That thing, it was watching him, threatening him, and he got the message. His stomach turned and he swallowed anything that dared to come back up, he couldn’t just accept this.

Tamtam was out there with those things, those monsters.

Rodimus tied his hair up in a bun, dressed himself, and kicked his shoes on, he was set on a mission. The town knew what Tamtam looked like, EVERYONE KNEW TAMTAM. And with some luck someone grabbed him last night, and all Rodimus had to do was go into town. 

“Where are you going?” Getaway asked standing in the kitchen doorway. 

“Going to look for Tamtam, like you promised you would.” He ground it out, shooting a glare at Getaway’s lax pose.

Getaway rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue. “We both know he’s dead, did you want to upset yourself more by finding his corpse?”

His stomach dropped, Tamtam wasn’t dead, he was okay, out there somewhere lost and scared. All alone in the forest. It was his fault for letting Getaway throw the dog out, and it was his fault for not locking up Tamtam when they were getting handsy. He hated when Rodimus and Getaway were getting too close. “I’m going to find him, with or without you.”

The groan Getaway let out filled the whole room. “Fine then, waste your time, I’m going to set up some traps, so maybe you’ll see him again.” He shrugged and slunk off.

Rodimus hissed and stomped away, grabbing his keys and driving off, pushing his rearview mirror up and away from their cabin. Some day it really didn’t feel like Getaway loved him.

He didn’t want to think about that, didn’t want to think about how no matter what he did everyone he loved left him. Rodimus simply drove through the messy road infested with potholes and parked outside the gas station. Generally, the Pathfinder was safe, a space where he could simply talk to something, the late-night drives were a good replacement for therapy. There he took a minute, tried to plan out his next move, and searched the town first, everyone knew him and Tamtam. Even if he didn’t find the loveable fluff ball at least the word was out.

Then, well he wasn’t sure what to do next, wonder the vast Alaskan wilderness with those beasts out there?

Rodimus shivered and swallowed, forcing himself to step out of the older car and walk into the gas station, finding Photon behind the countertop. He looked, weird, messy to put it lightly, the other day he had a clean face and well-trimmed hair. But the man before him looked strange, his eyes had a glow to them, dull but there, with beard stubble, and long hair that was tangled and had some sticks in it. Photon yawned and his teeth flashed.

“My what big teeth you have,” He joked, comedy was gone the moment Photon’s eyes pinned him down.

The man was taller, right? Did he see that right? Photon smiled and chuckled it was deep and there was a rumble to it. He grabbed a beef stick and tore into it, snapping it with such force that it echoed. “All the more to eat snacks with, so Rodimus, anything I can do for you?” He hummed, chewing the stick.

“Erm, so uh I kinda lost Tamtam last night, and I was hoping you saw him?”

“Tamtam? How the hell did you lose that walking muppet?”

“My boyfriend- Getaway, he threw him out, and he didn’t come back. I’m worried about him.”

Photon hissed and shook his head. “Sorry haven’t seen that beasty, I’ll watch for him. But Rodimus, we’ve got a lot of bears here, and well sure he’s a bear dog, but still one pampered pupper vs. old Smokey?”

His stomach turned and he sighed. “Can I get a beef stick?”

“Sure.” He smiled, eyes glinting.

So Rodimus ate up the beef stick and walked down the small town area, poking his head into the grocery store where he didn’t find Hot Shot but found Anode. She said he didn’t see Tamtam anywhere, and to check the Den, he swore he saw a few pine needles fall from her. To the Den, where he found three whole tables full of meat, huge deer or elk ribs. Firestar stopped everything and asked the whole bar if anyone saw Tamtam, but no one saw him. Rodimus swore she grabbed a bone when he wasn’t looking. 

He stepped out of the mechanic shop, listening to the crank of tools. At least the whole town knew, right? Everyone knew that he lost Tamtam. Tamtam was just lost, he was lost and it was all his fault. 

Lost was better than being eaten by those monsters.

There was a clack of nails on hardwood, it was a beat, a soft patter. Rodimus tried so hard to not let his hopes get up, that he shot them down as the trotting got closer. They plummeted as no big ball of fluff and whining greeted him. 

Instead, it was a leaner dog, with pointed ears, fur as dark as the night, and yellow eyes. He was still big, huge for any breed, but there was an elegance to him. The dog huffed and turned towards him.

“Hey pest, happen to know where-” He leaned down.

The dog growled, flashing its teeth, and with a huff it trotted off, head high.

He missed Tamtam’s loveable boofs and wagging tail. Defeated he sat on a bench and moped as the sleepy town moved around him. He let down Kup, Optimus, and even Drift, now Tamtam was missing, or worse. So much worse.

Those fangs, were like daggers, not even a bear could stop Red. 

“You look like shit,” Ricohete flopped into the bench and combed his hair, yanking a twig out. “So what’s going on?”

“Tamtam is missing, and I can’t find him, no one here knows where he is.” Rodimus huffed and kicked a rock across the street. “It’s bad enough that Getaway kicked him out, even worse that there are bears out there. So yeah, my dog is missing and I’m worried.”

“Ah, makes sense, you really care about him, huh?”

Rodimus stared at the rock that he kicked, and he nodded. It was great having something to take care of, someone in that house with him when Getaway was out. Someone who checked in on him and made sure he was okay. Sure Tamtam cried a lot, and snuggled too hard, and liked to trip up Getaway. But he was there for Rodimus. “Yeah, I love that dopey dog.”

“Love? Huh, lost him in the forest? You know there’s one guy I know that is more than willing to help, and he knows that forest like he was born in there (probably was). Once he hears your story about how much you love that walking shag carpet, I’m sure Tamtam will pop up.”

“You’re going to say Thunderclash.”

He shrugged. “Got me there, besides he’s single,” Richohette winked.

“Ugh, shut up, fine where do I find him?”

“Pfft easy, just call his name and he’ll find you, he’s got a pretty good hearing.”

So that’s how Rodimus found himself walking around in the middle of the forest, he grabbed a stick and climbed up a hill, feeling a lovely spring breeze. As relaxing as it was to hike up a massive hill and feel one with nature, he still lacked the pattern of dog paws.

“Don’t worry Tamtam, I’ll find you, somewhere, somehow.” he pushed on and swatted away branches and tall grass. Following trails as he ventured deeper into the forest. “Thunderclash!” He called out, on top of a rock. Listening, waiting, watching, yet no shuffle of brushes or grass. “Ugh, Thunderclash!” he called out again, pressing onward. Rodimus really didn’t want to get lost, and really didn’t want to sleep out here if those monsters were out.

Especially Red, Red was huge, massive, he could rip Rodimus in half.

“Thunderclash!” He hissed and stomped forward, trying not to imagine whatever that thing was ripping him in half. Following a stream up and up the hillside. Rodimus swatted away bushes and stomped towards the water. 

It was a small pond, one the stream connected to and formed, hidden in the hillside, quiet, far from the town. Maybe he’d spend a few days here, alone, with his thoughts. Massive rocks sat next to the water, wildflowers bloomed and swayed in the gentle breeze. 

Shoes, socks and pants laid next to the pond, shirt, boxers, everything to dress a person. That said person laid butt naked on a rock, snoring. Which okay sure, not the first time Rodimus saw a naked guy, far from it. So this man was big, like bearish, he was massive, could easily lift Rodimus up like he was grapes, he was chubby. Fluffy hair dotted him everywhere, from his chest to his toes. Shame his handsome face was hidden in the shade.

Rodimus swallowed, he didn’t mean to stare but how could he not? That was a solid beast of a man and sure he was dating Getaway but if he wasn’t he’d smash through that total bear faster than his ice cream pint addiction. In his drooling and possible fantasizing the stick slipped through his fingers and clattered on the ground.

The man perked up, yawned, and sat up, stretching, his long wild hair falling on his shoulders, a massive beard hung off his face. Mullet. Thunderclash blinked the sleep from his eyes and rubbed his upper body, poking and prodding, bruises dotted his toned body. “Owch,” he whined and stopped. Soft he sighed and stared at the pond, watching the stick roll down the hill and float in the water. His eyes trailed up from the stick and to the brush, locking with Rodimus.

“Hi,” Rodimus squeaked out, waving.

Thunderclash’s face was tan, then pink, then red, and finally settled on a deep magenta. He hissed and moved faster than Rodimus could imagine, jumping head-first into the pond. “THAT’S COLD!” He shouted and shivered in the water.

“You didn’t have to dive back in!” Rodimus ran down the side of the pond, tossing his hand out. “Why’d you have to do that?”

“I don’t know, public decency?” He shivered and took Rodimus’ hand.

He pulled while Thunderclash climbed up, and up, and then he sat on the grass shivering. “Why is it so cold?” 

“Why were you bathing in a pond in Alaska?”

“It was nice. Besides,  I needed some cold water for my muscles, last night was wild.”

“Had a party?”

“Erm yea we did-” he shut his mouth and stared at Rodimus. “Yea, a party in the woods, and ummm I kinda did too much?” He smiled, it was a lop-sided smile, cute, very cute on his handsome face.

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Rodimus was kind enough to give him time to dry off, and to dress, even if his boxers stuck to his butt, he rung his long mop of hair out and stopped his shoes on. “Okay,” He sighed stepping out of the bushes, still feeling his rosy cheeks, one hand tangled in his locks. “Sorry about that.”

“S’okay,” Rodimus shrugged, “I mean Riptide did warn me,”

“Huh?”

“He uh told me that you’re known to run around with your moon out.”

Now he could cook eggs on his face. “Oh, well that’s very true there,” Thunderclash cleared his throat, feeling sweat roll down his neck. “So, what brings you out here? Where are you looking for me?”

Rodimus’ shoulders slumped and he sighed, nodding, his messy hair ruffled and bags under his eyes, he didn’t look too good. Then again he must’ve stayed all night on the stairs, Getaway probably didn’t even try to help him. Thunderclash felt his heart sink, poor Rodimus. “Tamtam ran off, can you help me find him?”

That made sense, Rodimus must be worried about his dog, he hoped that with the whole show he put on last night Rodimus would give up on Tamtam. “Is he your dog?”

“Yeah, I took him into town, I guess you haven’t met him, the whole town met him.” Rodimus patted his pants pockets, grabbing his phone and unlocking it.

Thunderclash smiled. “He sounds like a good dog.”

The photo was far from the most flattering, very far from it, it was of him in the bathtub, covered in bubbles. He had a long beard, bubbly hair, and a sheepish look. “He’s a bit needy, and he cries a lot, snuggly, and okay so a picky eater.” Rodimus snorted. “He’s a good dog, a very good dog. So can you help me find him?”

There was warmth and hope in his eyes, the same look that Rodimus gave Tamtam. “He sounds like a handful. I’ll help you find him. When did he run away?”

“Last night, my boyfriend let him out and he never came back.” 

More like he was thrown out. “Alright, so he ran away last night around your home? I guess we can start around there and look around. I’m surprised no one found him, the town would’ve told you or at least brought him home.” He had to play this just right, even if it did hurt. 

“That makes sense but,” He could smell the uncertainty the concern, Rodimus didn’t want to go home. “He’s come back before, maybe around the woods there? I just hope we don’t find him stuck, or hurt.”

Thunderclash hummed, that might make things a bit easier but maybe he could steer Rodimus just right. Everything was in place. “Alright, so we’ve got a lot of ground to cover, you’re over there on the hill, and there’s a river between us and your home, but if he went inland towards the deep woods he’d be dealing with the wildlife. So we should cover this strip between your home and the deep woods, if he went towards the town, well they’ll catch him.” 

The ginger nodded eyeing the taller trees behind them, then the direction his house was. “Alright, let’s go.”

“Wait,” Thunderclash clamped Rodimus’ shoulder and pulled him close, he could taste it, smell the moisture. “We won’t get much time today, there’s a storm coming, a big one.” 

“What? How do you know? The sky is clear.”

“I just know, the weather here can turn on a dime, we have at least an hour, even less without your coat.” He hummed, Rodimus drove here, and well Thunderclash didn’t. “We can swing by my place, and grab your a coat, it’s a bit deeper into the woods but we might find him on the way in.”

“Fine, but once the storm clears up, we’re back out,”

“Unless it gets dark.”

“Fine!” He huffed. “Where’s your car?”

“At home.” 

“The storms coming in sooner than you thought,” Rodimus called from the porch, holding his hot cocoa close to his face, wrapped up in Thunderclash’s old poncho. There was an ease to him now, one that Thunderclash wished he saw more often. He leaned against the railing, a puff of air escaped him and there was a deep sigh. “Do you think we’ll find him?”

No. “Yes, hopefully, he’ll be sitting and wagging his tail, crying 'cause you found him.” Thunderclash really hated himself, he had to build this up, had to get Rodimus’ hope up. Once they found Tamtam, Rodimus’ hope could be crushed and they’ll leave. 

Rodimus groaned and stumbled back in as another rumble came from above, he flopped in the papasan chair, sipping his mug. “Wish we didn’t have to wait for the storm to pass.”

“True, don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Yeah, don’t think I can stomach Getaway’s soup,” He slumped even deeper into the bowl. “If he’ll even make anything for me,” Rodimus mumbled.

“Hm?” Thunderclash heard it, all of it. “What was that?”

“Nothing. Nice little place you have here, an old fire lookout?”

“Yeah, it was built in the 40’s, been in my family for ages, we put the garage in about 10 years ago.” He shrugged adding another log to the stove. 

“Your family?”

“Yeah, I’m the last one, we settled up here ages ago maybe just after World War 1, and well we’ve always been part of this town. My mom passed away a few years ago and my dad before her, so yeah I’m it.” He didn’t want to linger on it, the nights where they were the hunted. Amazing how a few years of keeping to yourself could do. “Just me up here.”

“And I guess you forgot about me?” Hot Shot ran up the stairs, he still winced but the wounds were closed up now. “You didn’t tell me we had a guest coming over!” He grinned tossing Thunderclash a beef stick. “Rodimus! What’s going on?”

“Hot Shot? Oh! Sorry we’re waiting out the storm, Tamtam is lost and Thunderclash here was gonna help me find him.” His freckles darkened.

“You’ll find him,” Hot Shot flopped into the bed, sighing. “I’m going to steal this bed if only someone can help me lift this stupid thing. Rodimus wanna help me steal it?”

“What? No!” Rodimus perked up. “Why would I need a mattress that huge?”

“Duh, parties.” He winked.

“I never had those parties on that mattress, and you know that.” Thunderclash snapped chewing on his beef stick. “And you can’t have it, I’m a restless sleeper and you know that.” He grumbled.

“Surreeee you are.” he teased.

Rodimus snorted into his mug, trying to not suck up the coca or get any of the whipped cream on his nose. A genuine smile pulled back from the ceramic mug and soft eyes rested on Hot Shot, then on Thunderclash. “You’re horrible, you know that.”

“Yeah, I know, I really know.”

It was the first drop, it pattered down the roof, then another and another, soon the storm broke and the watch tower was filled with the sounds of rain. A gentle peace settled over them, Rodimus yawned and set his mug down, curling up in the papsan, his eyes growing heavy. Hot Shot chewed on his beef stick and scrolled through his phone, Thunderclash sighed and grabbed a blanket, tucking Rodimus in.

“You really do care.” Hot Shot didn’t look up from his phone.

“It’s hard not to, I care about you, about this town, and even about him.”

“This is going to be the hardest part you know.” 

“Yeah, it is. Let’s let him rest, it’s not the best spot to sleep but at least he’ll get some rest.” He hummed snagging another beef stick, chewing on it. He was never someone to linger on his actions, on his future actions, and sure his past, he’d spent whole days thinking about his past. Maybe it was regret, or the pain of what was about to come. 

He flopped onto the bed next to Hot Shot. 

“He really did love you, like a dog, I mean who wouldn’t?”

“Yeah, I truly do wish him the best, whatever comes next.”

“Think it’ll last in this rain?”

“Yeah, it’s going to be pretty convincing.” 

The moment the rain stopped and the sun peeked out of the clouds, the three of them trekked through the woods. Carefully they explored, Rodimus calling out to Tamtam, Thunderclash leading the way, while Hot Shot lingered back. They made their way to the swamps, the mud was thick and they struggled through it, sticking to rocks and fallen trees.

There was the smell, death, and decomposition lingering in the air, it made his stomach turn, his heartache. Thunderclash shut his eyes and pressed on, helping Rodimus over a large boulder. They were close, very close, it was just by that tree. Together they stepped down the boulder and Thunderclash let Rodimus wander on ahead, right towards the corpse.

“Holy shit!” Rodimus yelled.

Hot Shot was faster, he ran over, and Thunderclash trailed behind. “What?” Hot Shot stumbled and stared down at the thing.

He lingered momentarily, staring at the corpse, the cone, the piles of hair. There was no head, nothing, but there was a torn-up animal there, hunches, smashed up bones and muscle, organs spilled out. It wasn’t Tamtam, but it looked like it, and Thunderclash made sure of that. The soak was great and it got out the smell the blood, and fur, and it was almost too perfect that Rodimus found him. Not to mention the weather app was right (for once) and the storm was just in time for the mut to wash away, making it all look like it just happened.

“Tamtam?” he spoke softly, eyes watering, body shaking, his breathing became labored.

Thunderclash rushed forward, wrapping an arm around Rodimus and pulling the man closer. He felt so small, and fragile in Thunderclash’s arms, that he shivered and hot tears escaped him. This was the most painful moment, he wasn’t able to tell the truth, he wasn’t able to comfort him, and he couldn’t jog up with a wagging tail and whine.

This was a goodbye.

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One moment he was staring at the torn-up remains of Tamtam, the next he was curled up on Thunderclash’s bench seat.  The Jimmy rumbled and crossed over rough terrain, puttering along in the darkening forest. Hot Shot sat next to him, he skimmed over his phone, chewed his lips, and glanced at Thunderclash. Currently, Rodimus really didn’t care, he was a mess, holding the torn-up plastic in his hands, deep claws and teeth marks covering the plastic. He flipped the piece over and over again, running his shaking fingers over the twists, and the pink stains.

Rodimus felt his stomach turn and pulled his knees up.

“Alright, this is my stop.” Hot Shot called out as Thunderclash slowed down, he hugged the burly man, then patted Rodimus on the shoulder. “Get some rest, m’kay?”

He nodded, hugging himself. 

The door slammed shut and that left the two of them alone in the old Jimmy, the faint dad rock filled the truck. In some strange way, it felt comforting, welcoming, when Kup struggled to get them to sleep he’d drive around in his old truck. It was always late at night, the stars would shine and Rodimus’ face was glued to the window.

“Do you want to go home?”

“No, can I stay with you, at least for tonight?” 

“Sure, I think I’ve got some old jammies or at least an oversized hoodie?” 

“Thank you.” He pulled his phone out, seeing the syringe of texts, then calls, then very angry voicemails. It was exhausting, dealing with this, dealing with everything since he left college. Maybe this was his life for the rest of his life? 

Then his phone buzzed and Getaway’s handsome grin spread across the screen. His stomach dropped and Rodimus sucked in a deep breath. “I gotta take this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, he’s worried.” Rodimus shut his eyes and slid the circle. “H-hi-”

“WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! I mean isn’t it enough that the mangey mutt has you all day and night but now you spent all day without texting me or even calling me to let me know you’re okay? Seriously what the fuck Rodimus? I get it the dog matters more than me, cool, cool, whatever, but this? At least tell me you’re alive and not in a ditch somewhere drunk. Jesus fucking christ!”

He swallowed. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just been a long day, sorry about that.” The laugh hurt, it was a blanket, something to hide the truth, to hide that he wanted nothing more than to curl up and let his body fester.

“Great! Should’ve told me that before that storm? Or I don’t know before the sun went down? I’m not an expert on this whole dating thing but it’s pretty shitty you didn’t tell me anything and just left.”

“Yeah, my bad.”

Thunderclash winced.

“Do you have anything else to say for yourself? Like anything at all?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna stay at a friend’s place for the night.” 

The jimmy rumbled as the fire lookout grew bigger and bigger, Thunderclash opened the garage and drove in, shutting his truck off and waiting in the cab with Rodimus. 

“YOU WHAT?!” 

He held the phone back. “Just for tonight-”

“You said you’d look for that stupid dog and then you stay all day and night out? What the fuck? Okay fine, whatever, fuck me I guess, not like we’re dating or anything!” 

“Please, it’s just for tonight, I can’t drive like this, and-”

“So what? You can fucking drive, you’re the only one with a car, so why the fuck aren’t you driving your ass back home? Rodimus this fucking town is nuts and you’re going to crash at some hipster’s yurt?”

“Just for tonight, I can’t go home, alright, I need somewhere quiet.” He shut his eyes, feeling Thunderclash staring at him. Maybe he was pathetic, useless, and might as well find a good ditch to curl up in and die off? Somewhere the world would forget about him.

“Get. Your. Ass. Home. Now!”

A deep sigh escaped the burly man, a huge arm craved by the Greek gods unbuckled Rodimus and pulled him close, scooping him with ease. He wiggled and stared up at Thunderclash’s firm but sad face, the man looked lost, torn between himself. His thumb pressed down on the phone symbol, hanging up on Getaway. “We don’t need that now.”

Rodimus blinked away the tears, when did he start crying? His messy reflection in the dark phone stared back at him. Then the screen lit up again, Getaway’s face plastered all over, and his stomach turned. Once again Thunderclash hung up. “He’s gonna get mad.”

“He’s not already mad?”

“But, I mean-” 

The phone was pulled out of his grasp and Thunderclash once again hung up on Getaway. “Do you have any more messages to send to anymore?”

“Erm-” He wished he could call Drift, text him at least, or maybe Optimus? Just to talk to someone, someone he knew. “No, but let me talk to him, he’ll listen.”

Thunderclash sighed and rubbed his forehead. “He wasn’t listening Rodimus, he was baiting, circling around you like some predator-”

“I don’t want to hear this now.” He snapped.

The man looked hurt now like he was kicked. “Just text him good night, and shut your phone off, please? I want you to get some rest after this afternoon, it’s not an easy thing to do.”

“But what if he needs me?”

“He’s a grown adult, just for tonight, please?” He softened.

Rodimus hung up on Getaway, sending a quick text, saying that he’ll be fine, that he loves him, and that they’ll see each other tomorrow. Then he handed his phone to Thunderclash. Who hung up on Getaway again, and powered off his phone. He felt numb, his eyes stung and his body ached. He buried his friend, and now he was alone.

“Come on, sitting in my garage isn’t going to keep you warm, at the bench isn’t exactly that comfy.” Thunderclash pulled him up and tugged Rodimus out of the jimmy, then up the stairs. 

The shirt was massive, big enough that Rodimus could own a circus and a few elephants and have room enough to charge some poor kids rent. It hung way past his knees, but it was cozy and smelled of Thunderclash. 

He didn’t want to linger on that last part. So he set his belongings on the end table and stepped out. The smell of food made his stomach grumble and his mouth water, he was starving, did he even eat at all today? Rodimus crept past the living room, finding some popcorn and a stack of DVDs, the TV waiting. 

There was only one light on in the kitchen, it was under the stove, illuminating the frying pan that sizzled. The light also hugged the massive man, the very shirtless man. Maybe it was the tension from the day, the emotional strain on his brain, but right now Thunderclash had no right to be that tempting. 

That was a back, like a back that was swollen with muscle, but also had a good blanket of fat, firm but soft. Okay so sure who wouldn’t want to use that as a pillow? But the very cherry on top was the scars, which he had questions about. Then again Thunderclash did ride on top of a car like a wild man, so maybe he’s been thrown off a few times? 

“How do you like your steak?”

“Steak?” he hadn’t had steak in ages. “Um done, a little bit of pink?”

“Sounds good, I also got us some baked potatoes and some carrots steaming, I really wanted carrots.” he shrugged grabbing a whole carrot and chewing on it.

“Pfft, if you only had long ears.”

“Sorry not that much of a smart ass, there’s a stack of movies, chick flicks, something to take your mind off of it.” He finally turned to Rodimus, okay so the back was almost as good as the front. That was a hairy chest, wow, if Rodimus could knit? But that was muscle, a lot of it. “I hope that’s okay?”

If he wasn’t in a committed relationship and had some form of self-pride, he’d pin (or try to) Thunderclash to that countertop. No one had this right to be that attractive! With the stupid mullet?! “Yeah, that’s fine, thanks.”

“Did you want hot cocoa too?”

“Please!” He flopped on the sofa and grabbed a handful of popcorn, flipping through the movies, each one legally blonde was good but not a great choice, mean girls were always fun, and Matilda was childhood fun. He settled on the best movie, the one that he knew was always a good watch no matter what. Shrek 2.

Rodimus had taste. 

Together they sat down on the sofa, carrots potatoes, and steak on their plates, Shrek 2’s opening of the happily married couple on their honeymoon as ‘Accidintally In Love’ played. Rodimus curled up and chewed quietly, trying to hardest to forget the day and enjoy the movie. 

It was roughly halfway through the movie that he set his plate down and his hot cocoa, feeling a food coma creeping through his body. The soft creaks of the fire tower and the mixture of a key piece of his childhood soothed him. Even if he never saw Tamtam again, he had Tamtam with him for a few days, and the dog was a good boy. 

“Thank you.”

“Hm?” Thunderclash paused and pulled away from the mountain of whipped cream, glops of white clung to his mustache. 

He sighed, it felt good to be here. “I know Tamtam is gone, forever now, but I think he helped me. I think taking care of him and having someone around let me settle here, it was good to just have someone around who wasn’t Getaway. Thank you for helping me find Tamtam and put him to rest.”

“I just wanted to help.”

“Well, you’re good at it.”

Rodimus was snoring right as the musical number of ‘I Need A Hero’ played, and Thunderclash kept an eye on the ginger. He was slumped over the side of the sofa, wrapped the shirt around himself, and hugged a pillow. As Shrek and Fionna reconnected, he knelt down and scooped Rodimus up, it was almost like picking up a tire or a chunk of wood. 

The bed was massive, even bigger looking when Rodimus was tucked in, he snorted and rolled onto his side, deep into his food coma. That left him on the sofa, which he didn’t mind, and he curled up, taking Rodimus’ warm spot. 

Things will be better in the morning.

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The car rumbled and he leaned into the driver's window, last night wasn’t great, okay so what if he liked sleeping in his bed? He purchased an Alaskan King bed and right now he wanted nothing more than to snuggle up in it and finish off the leftovers from last night! Also sleeping on the hardwood floors hurt his ribs, and when he did get a rare chance to sleep on the bed it wasn’t exactly comfortable between Rodimus and Getaway. 

At least the sofa was warm.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Thunderclash asked, part of him wanted to drive over with Rodimus to ensure nothing escalated, but it wasn’t his fight. 

Rodimus turned his phone over and over. “Yea, I think I’ll be fine, just another fight.” He shrugged.

All they did was fight, or Getaway had Rodimus strung up like a puppet. Thunderclash huffed and flopped his head down on the door. “My door is always open, no matter what.”

“Thanks, you’re a good friend. I’ll wait to turn this on.” He tossed it in the back seat. “Bye Thunderclash.”

“Seeya.” He stepped back and waved as the pathfinder disappeared. Once there was no rumble, Rodimus was far from him, he sighed, letting everything come loose. Bone cracked, hair sprung up and his height doubled. It was like holding his stomach in. With a squeaky yawn, he turned and used his front and back paws on the stairs. 

Inside was warm, as much as he wanted to body slam into his bed he had a lot of work to do. So the wolfman stood up and made his way into the kitchen, at least Rodimus wasn’t too nosey and didn’t poke and prod. Food was cemented onto plates in the sink, and almost everything in the fridge was moldy, at least the steaks were thing enough to defrost. The pantry had growing potatoes, and some expired goods. He tossed things into the trash and started making a list. 

Then he did the dishes and tidied up the living room, humming as he did some laundry and finished with a nice hot shower. The moment the water was off he shook himself, flinging water all over. He sent a text to Firestar and Velocity, informing them that Rodimus fell for it and they shouldn’t have any problems anymore, but also requesting help with a well-needed groom. Even as a wolf he was getting a beard! 

A whole month he was gone, a whole freaking month! At least the Jimmy’s engine started, the battery might need a reasonable charge. Besides that everything was fine. So Thunderclash patted himself down and brushed his teeth, well more like sanded them down, again a solid month without brushing his teeth. No cell phone, huge elk burgers or tacos, no party nights, and worst of all no toilet paper. 

“Never again Thunderclash, never again, you’re a wolf, not someone’s house pet, no belly rubs, fries, wrestling, or hikes will change that.” he snorted, running his hand over his neck. “No collars, besides no one here had collars, only dogs do, and I’m not his pet.” he snuffed and shifted back, shrinking, red eyes turned to a coke cola.

The bed was soft and warm, it was still warm, Thunderclash whined and rolled around in his massive bed, scratching itches, and groaning. Finally, he settled down and pulled his phone out, there were dozens of texts, primarily photos of Tamtam and jokes about collars. He rolled his eyes and yanked a pillow closer, nuzzling it, breathing in the scent.

Rodimus used this pillow.

Thunderclash whined and shoved the pillow away, rolling onto his other side and scrolling through the news, reading anything that would take his mind off the kind ginger.

His hands were shaking.

Rodimus scrolled through his phone, skimming the hurtful texts, he wanted to chuck his phone, he didn’t even want to listen to the voicemails. All he saw were the texts and the endless alerts he got from Getaway. Everything hurt, he wasn’t sure why but the moment he left Thunderclash’s home everything felt horrible. All the anxiety and self-loathing came crashing in. He wanted to run.

But he couldn’t hide in the fire and look out forever, Getaway generally cooled down after a good night’s sleep. Maybe if he came in super affectionate Getway wouldn’t be that upset? That wouldn’t work. Or what if he just snuck in and acted like nothing happened? Yea nope.

No matter what Rodimus had to face his boyfriend. So he pulled up, shut the car down, and opened the front door. The house was quiet, it was cold, the stove was empty, and the floor creaked as he stepped in. It was unsettling, all of it, this wasn’t right, and he felt sick to his stomach as he pressed in.

“About time you came home.” Getaway snapped standing in the kitchen, arms folded, glaring at Rodimus. “Did you find that stupid dog?”

That hurt, it hurt enough to wince. “Yea, he’s uh gone, okay?”

There was no pity, nothing in the man’s eyes. “Good, stupid thing should’ve died a lot sooner.”

“Will you shut up about the dog?” Rodimus snapped. “Alright, he’s dead, gone! Congratulations you got your way again!” 

“Maybe if you listened to me and dumped that dog somewhere we wouldn’t be having this problem?” His voice was level, even, his face was as still as stone.

“I fucking hit him with my car! I can’t throw him out.”

“Yeah you hit him, with the Pathfinder, so that dog should’ve died the moment your bumper kissed it.”

“But he didn’t, and now he’s gone okay? Tamtam is gone.” He threw his hands up.

The kitchen was quiet, so quiet that it made his skin itch.

“So who is your friend?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“You slept with someone, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t, he slept on the couch.”

“Hmmm, was it the surfer dude? Or that grumpy loaner guy? Who did you fuck last night?” How was he so calm?

“I didn’t fuck anyone, alright? Thunderclash helped me find Tamtam and saw how torn up I was so he let me crash the night. We had dinner, and watched a movie, I fell asleep and woke up in the bedroom, he was far away from me.”

Getaway narrowed his eyes. “So he slipped something in your food.”

“Ugh no! Are you even listening, I fell asleep from spending a whole day without food, then searching for Tamtam, then burying him, and- he was kind enough to make dinner.” His shoulders fell as he read the expression on Getaway’s face.

A long deep breath escaped Getaway’s nose, he ran his hand through his hair. “I don’t want you to see him again.” 

He felt sick, Thunderclash was a good friend, kind enough to help him bury a grave and carry the remains in. He was there when Rodimus needed him most and now he was supposed to throw Thunderclash away? When was the last time he had a solid friend, one that would go out of their way for him? 

Drift hated him.

“You know what? No.” He put his foot down. “Screw that, do you think I like being cooped up in this shitty house you pushed us in all day while you’re out there screwing around? Maybe I’d like someone else to talk to, maybe someone who isn’t a fucking leach? Or at least knows how to do something besides drink beer and boss me around.”

Getaway sighed. “Fine, go ahead, deal with Thunderclash, call him your friend, whatever, but we both know it’s only a matter of time before he leaves you in the dust. Besides, why would he want to be friends with you?”

“Whatever, just shut the hell up for a minute, I’m gonna take a shower.” he snapped and spun around, feeling Getaway’s eyes all over him. Rodimus shoved all the negative thoughts away, Thunderclash carried Tamtam’s dead body and dug a hole for him, he wouldn’t abandon Rodimus.

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Talkeetna was a small town, a closed-off community, mostly home to some shut-ins and a rest stop for tourists. The perfect place to hide if you were trying to disappear, somewhere wanted criminals and dead men showed up. He did his research and learned all that he could. In the early 1800s, it was a logging town, but then it changed into a hideaway for something bigger. It started around the same time as the logging town, with rumors about wild beasts, and hunts that would stretch into weeks. 

That all ended when the last hunt was carried out, the town was practically empty, and several people moved away. Some disappeared. 

The tiny jeep was parked outside the town, he stared at the old stained sign, the ‘Welcome to Talkeetna’ sign had seen better days. 

This was one of the most dangerous places he’d been since he left the force, he sure traveled through the Rockies, over the border, and back into America to track down a single person. At least the family was paying him a lot, a fortune, but he knew he’d only ask for the expenses and a bit extra. They’d been taught too much and needed to know what happened to the reckless man. 

Nightbeat waited, he knew what going to happen, with a deep sigh he set his phone down and took a good gulp of his water. Now was the time to play up the act. The jeep rumbled and he took off once again, heading right into town. If the motel from the last town was right, then he might’ve found his target. 

There were 2 places that he could stop at and get information, the gas station or the diner/bar. His stomach picked the latter and he stepped into the bar. Attendees perked up and glanced at him, others simply ignored him. Nightbeat pressed on, taking a stool. 

Instantly a tall rusty woman stood before him, arms folded. “What can I get you?”

He hummed, taking a long look at the bar, bear traps, steaks, and a massive dusty silver blade hung in the bar. Along with photos, lots of group photos. The smell of dogs was present but faded hidden by the smell of the kitchen. The menu was mostly a mixture of meats, popular foods, and some veggies like carrots and lettuce, but seasonal options were honeydew melon, oranges, and strawberries. “I’ll take a cheeseburger with a side of honeydew and strawberries.” 

“Alright, you heard him,” She turned to the kitchen. “So what brings you here, a bit too early in tourist season?”

Standard integration hidden by curiosity. “Well, to be honest, I’m looking for someone. A man, so you’re pack is fine.” He didn’t want to play along with the game, if he was going to pass through Talkeetna, it was best to be transparent. “Your pack is fine, I won’t bother you or your home.”

A growl escaped her and she leaned over the countertop. “Really?”

“Trust me, everyone forgot about this town’s dark history, I’m only looking for one man. I’m a private eye,” he pulled out a folder, and slapped a photo on the bar.

It was a photo of 2 teens, one with dark hair, wild golden eyes, and a lip piercing, the other was ginger, high lighter orange hair, and giddy blue eyes. 

Horror and recognition crossed the woman’s face. “I need to give someone a call.” 

The bar was crowded, the wolf pack shuffled in, and all of them gasped as they saw the photos, and read the report. Each one seemed to have almost the same reaction, a soft growl then muttering amongst themselves.

Nightbeat sat back, making a mental list, he just found 4 missing persons and 2 dead, and to top it all off he was staring at the last wolf hunter. This was a gold mine. Riptide was reported missing after a major storm on the Enterprise, and the only person to report this was a low-ranking medical officer. Javelin was declared dead after her hunting accident, some savage dog tore out her eye and she bled to death. Photon was an ex-street racer and his car spun out, totaling his car, and his body was never found. Firestar went missing 10 years ago after she was hitchhiking up the west coast.

Then the one that made him grin was Ricochet, he was a shady man, dealing with the mafia and the government, one dealing went wrong and he was shot to death. Jazz was pretty upset about this, which meant that Prowl was dealing with his husband and well that’s how Nightbeat got the whole story. 

Normally he’d leave people alone, but sometimes people didn’t want to be found. But he was going to talk to one person, Ricochet.

The door opened and everyone stilled, even Nightbeat looked up from his phone and gawked. Three wolves walked in, not just wolves turned, but born wolves, they were huge compared to everyone else. The oldest was a woman, with silver hair, and scars on her face, and she was elegant but toned, probably in her mid-60s. Another woman with platinum blonde hair, and a rounder face but had so much more energy in her, she was the tallest of the three, a medical coat wrapped around her. Then there was the man, well beefcake, this man looked like he could single-handedly carry a full fridge up the side of a mountain. He was big, and his beard was trimmed back, but he rocked a mullet, all on his handsome face.

If he wasn’t in a committed relationship with the police shrink, Nightbeat might disappear into the Alaskan wilderness too. 

“What’s going on?” The man asked.

“Well, we’ve got a problem a huge one, and I’d rather have you get the full story.” Firestar folded the folder and handed it to the burly man, then pointed to Nightbeat. “Tell him everything.”

The three sat down in front of Nightbeat, he smiled, feeling so much smaller. “So um, I’m a private eye, and I was sent to find someone.” He opened the folder for them. It was a photo of Rodimus Prime, and his childhood best friend Drift. “Rodimus has an older brother and a grandparent Kup, the man in the photo is Drift, his best friend. I was hired by Rodimus’ family to track him down after the events of a late-night college party. It was sudden and unexpected, but,” He reached over and flipped the photo and paper over. 

It was a police report, a note from the corner’s office, and a warrant for Getaway’s arrest. 

The man hummed and skimmed the report, his face falling into a firm frown. “What is this?”

“A few months back after a party Getaway ran away ped, clearly upset, and drunk, he drove, and collided with another car, his car was totaled, but the family wasn’t so lucky. Getaway ran from the police, and together they fled the state. The only reported sightings of them were from an EMT who found Rodimus fainted on the ground of a gas station (ironically the EMT is Drift’s fiance) and other gas station sightings.” He sighed and fell back into his seat. 

The man ground his teeth. “So, Getaway is a piece of shit?”

“Yeah, through and through, the two of them traveled up the west coast and found this little quiet town so Getaway could lay low. I’m not too sure if Rodimus knows that Getaway is on the run, but if he’s helping that means he’s assisting a criminal. Then again Getaway is known for his manipulation, Drift and Optimus mentioned that several times.”

The wolves were pacing, some huffed others growled. The three before him bristled, and the man flashed his fangs. “Firestar?”

The pack leader hummed, tapping her claws on the table. “We’ll make a deal with you, we can’t push them apart, but we can keep an eye on Rodimus until his loved ones arrive.”

Nightbeat gawked, that was easy, really easy. “Wait? But how are you going to keep an eye on him? Getaway is super controlling and if he doesn’t like you, he’ll twist Rodimus’ mind and keep you far away from him.”

The bar snickered and all their eyes shifted towards the huge man. His face darkened and he pouted. “I just got a full fridge and stocked up on all my goods, a trim, shave, and a very good bath.” He clicked his tongue.

“Come on, be a good boy.” The elderly woman leaned in, her voice dripping false sweetness. 

“You’re such a good boy, and he missed you soooo much.” The other woman leaned in.

The man groaned and slapped his face on the table. “I just got a full pack of bacon and cheese, I was gonna make some BLTs tonight, then throw some meat into the smoker.” A whine escaped him.

“Come on Tamtam.” Firestar rubbed his head. “You know you missed those belly rubs.”

“How am I going to do this? I just faked my death?”

“Pfft easy, Tamtam just got a bit hungry and got roughed by a bear, what do ya say Thunderclash? Wanna be a good pupper?” 

“Fine! But you’re going to check up on me this time, and I’ll tell you if anything bad is about to happen.” He pouted and glared up at Firestar. “I’m not doing this alone.”

“Works for me, besides, if you play your cards right, you’ll get a collar.” 

The bar erupted in laughter, some slapped Thunderclash’s back.

The man simply slumped forward. “Fine, but only tomorrow, okay? And I’m going to need all your help with this, I don’t want Rodimus thinking anything is weird, or weirder about this town.”

Nightbeat watched as the pack howled and laughed, each of them grinned, ideas forming in their heads.

Chapter Text

Maybe this was his dreadful life? He is lying on the floor, hands on his stomach, staring at the rocking ceiling fan. This could be it, a cycle of him trying to reach out, trying to make a family or something of his life, but yet again it was ripped away from him.

Drift didn’t want him anymore, he destroyed their friendship, all 16 years of it, gone in a few words and fists. He could still taste the grass. Optimus surely saw him as a disappointment, a worthless younger brother. Rodimus couldn’t even keep a dog alive!

“Having fun on the floor?” A gross foot poked his side.

Rodimus ignored him, and the lingering image of Tamtam’s ruined body hung in his head. It was torn to shreds, piles of flesh that Rodimus couldn’t place. He hoped it was fast for whatever happened to the poor dog, that those beasts didn’t keep him alive. 

Death should never be slow.

Tamtam deserved better, he earned a real owner, someone who would take care of him. Someone who would take their time with the dog, care for and tend to the dog’s needs, someone who wouldn’t put Tamtam in a dangerous situation.

“Fine then,” Getaway shrugged, in one hand he held bear traps, their rusty teeth stood out and made his stomach turn. “Have fun getting sore on the floor.”

The front door slammed shut and Rodimus curled up, alone in the cabin he purchased on a whim. It was so easy to picture it, taking his car, some cash, and driving back home, to run away again. Then again Getaway would be left with no one, and Getaway did love him, loved him enough to tolerate his bullshit. 

His phone buzzed, Rodimus groaned and rolled onto his side, picking his phone up, a text, from a 907 number. That was this area code? He opened it.

Hey, so you know how I thought it was Tamtam? I think I was wrong.

Three dots danced at the bottom and a video popped up. Rodimus rolled his eyes but pressed play. It was a far-away video, shaky, but it was the forest, the deeper forest, where the trees towered high above and the sunlight hardly broke through. But there in the meadow was a fuzzy head. 

Fuzzy teddy bear head, with floppy ears, perked up and spun toward the camera. A deep bark and a snuff followed, Tamtam’s tail was held high, fur up, he looked scared and confused. The camera whistled. Tamtam didn’t budge, instead, he growled, spun, and bolted into the forest.

Rodimus sat up, and replayed the video, pausing it when Tamtam stared at the camera, it was him, it was Tamtam. No other big teddy bear dogs were running around, no snuggle bugs, no stray dogs at all. It was him. He typed back.

Where’d he go? Did you catch him? Thunderclash is he okay?

He waited staring at his messy hair in the reflection, his red eyes, dry throat. Rodimus didn’t dare to look away from the screen. 

He’s scared, for sure, I think some bears scared him, and lost—poor thing. I wasn’t able to catch him, he’s long gone. I didn’t see anything on him.

Where was this?

Deep in the forest, you might have some luck hanging your clothes outside and he’ll smell you. Leave water but not food. He’ll come to you.

Why not food?

Bears. 

Makes sense. Rodimus tucked his phone in his pocket, jumped up, his head spun and he shook his head. He had something to do, and if he was lucky Tamtam would be back home. He was alive and looked okay, Tamtam was out there!

“Maybe you’re not a fuck up.” He mumbled, prying off his swear-covered shirt and digging around for a bowl.

There was an uneasy feeling that crept down her throat and into her stomach, it prickled and pulled at her insides. It was like eating a whole porcupine in one gulp. This wasn’t safe, she knew this, she’d known this since they shifted. 

Getaway did that, he ruined a whole family with his reckless driving, he ran away, trapped someone who loves him, and dragged them up here. He was a monster, and she was delivering Thunderclash to him with a pretty pink bow.

The big lug seemed quiet, he trotted up the hillside, ear pricked, and he studied the world around him, the sun was setting. 

She sneezed and nudged his side, a question.

He thumbed his tail and nudged her back, his blind confidence was almost intoxicating.

Firestar relented, she didn’t like this, handing over one of her closest friends to someone like Getaway. But Thunderclash always had to help, always had to be the hero. She followed but her paws slowed. Watching the big shaggy coat trot forward.

She loved him a lot, how could she not? He welcomed her with open arms, showed her the town, and helped her become one with the beast. Thunderclash probably was one of the best things to happen to her. He was kind and understanding, supportive, and best of all, endlessly loving. Thunderclash was exactly what Firestar needed when she came into town half-crazed and sick. Stupid ainquite silver choker.

It was easy to see how perfect the relationship was from her perspective, but she knew it wouldn’t last. Firestar was a mess, one month she was learning about her family history and went into the woods, next month she ran away and was convinced she was a monster. Thunderclash had to deal with all of this, all of her messy insides, and he simply smiled and supported her. 

Then one night she tried to help him, tried to equal out their relationship. He went after the bears, he raced through the forest, letting himself slip, letting everything come crumbling down. 

She followed.

That was the end of their relationship. 

She spent a lot of time at Velocity’s, and Thunderclash visited her, he stepped down as leader and refused to join another hunt. He said his teeth would never be used to harm anything again. 

Firestar stared at his back, her heart ached, he was the greatest thing in her life, but he was also the worst at the same time. He cared too much and gave himself to everyone, but it felt like no one would do the same for him. 

He stopped, his ear flicked back, he snuffed and licked his nose.

This was going to be harder than she thought, Thunderclash deserved better than this, and if Getaway laid a hand on him she’d make sure the police would never find him.

“Will you stop that!” Getaway snapped and yanked him away from the window, he towered over Rodimus. All night he’d been trying to get Rodimus away from that window, trying to lure him back onto the sofa. But no, he had to stand and watch for that stupid dog!

If it was a dog Getaway would’ve run it over already.

The stupid thing was apparently ‘lost’ and this trick was supposed to make it come back? As if, that thing should’ve died. If Getaway had his change he would’ve done it. Instead of dealing with this dejected excuse for a boyfriend!

Skids at least never left him for a dog, some washed-up bartender, but never for a ‘dog’. 

Rodimus yanked his shoulder back, he glared up at Getaway. “That’s enough.”

“What, the stupid dog is dead, get over it!”

“He’s not! He was never dead, he got lost and might’ve eaten whatever that was. Tamtam is out there, lost scared, and confused. Also,” he jabbed a finger into Getaway’s chest. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that?” 

Anger burned inside of him. “Excuse me?”

“I thought Tamtam was dead, and you treated me and my emotions like shit. How the fuck does that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry that this dog matters more than me! You slept on the fucking stairs and then you spent all day in the woods with that total hunk Thunderclash, and slept with him.”

He gawked. “I told you, time and time again, I didn’t fuck Thunderclash, can’t you trust me? I thought you’d at least trust me enough to be loyal to you.”

“Sure you didn’t fuck him, I know you did, I saw you ogling him. Why don’t you just leave me here, go ahead ruin another perfectly good relationship, and leave those who love you again.” Getaway shot back, he felt uneasy, he was losing control, how could he be losing control? 

Rodimus sputtered. “Why don’t you love me anymore?”

That shouldn’t have hurt that much, maybe once he liked Rodimus, he never loved the man. All he saw Rodimus as was an easy ticket, someone he could use, and leach off of while he tried to get his own life together. That was Rodimus to him.

The man shivered, eyes glassy, and he hugged himself. “I knew it, oh fuck what the hell am I doing here?” 

A lone bark echoed outside, it was like a calling, a bell, Rodimus spun and stared at the door, he rushed out. Getaway followed in tow, feeling the weight of the revolver on his belt.

“Tamtam! Here boy!” He called out, whistling and clapping his hands. “Come home handsome!”

Getaway lingered back, hand resting on the holster. 

Rodimus stomped forward, almost bravely pressing on into the darkness. “Tamtam! Come! Come here pest!”

There was a snap, he spun and yanked his pistol out, holding it up, sight right on the big burly figure. It was Tamtam for sure, the thing stopped, it stared up at him with realization in its eyes. It flashed its fangs, and fur stood up. Getaway felt his heart in his throat as he stared at the wolf, either he killed it, or it was killing him.

A deeper growl sounded, and he looked up, stomach falling through his shoes. There was another one, rusty, it was big but not the same size as Tamtam. If he shot now, it would rush in and snap his head off. 

“Tamtam!” Rodimus spun.

Getaway shoved his pistol back into his holster, stepping back, sweat rolling down his back. The other one lurked and stepped back into the woods, those icy eyes watching him.

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The snoring woke him up, it was deep and rumbled, and jowls flapped as the beast inhaled, it was a muffled bark, then a snarl, inhale, and a roll of tiny barks. His snout wiggled and his barrel chest rumbled.

Rodimus watched the massive dog, his heart melting at the cute face. He yawned and nudged his face against the beast’s mane. That might’ve been the second best night of sleep he’d had (first was that comically MASSIVE mattress Thunderclash had), not bad for sleeping on the crappy sofa that was mostly a dog bed. Tamtam snored, barking in his sleep, adorable, his mind miles away from the cozy cabin.

The moment he saw Tamtam he barreled into the dog, even if he was covered in muck and needed a bath. So 1 in the morning he was drying the shag carpet that cosplayed as a dog, brushed Tamtam’s spotless teeth and flopped next to the snuggly beast. 

That’s how he woke up, smushed against the handsome face. 

Okay, he was very handsome, a mixture of light honey brown, white chest, and toes, and best of all rich dark mushroom dotted his face. His freaking eyebrows were white hearts! Tamtam was a pretty-looking pupper.

Somehow he squeezed himself out of the sofa and Tamtam’s mass, was this dog always this huge? “Jesus,”

Tamtam’s snoring stopped and his eyes blinked open, snoring was quickly replaced with panting and a happy wagging tail. He flipped over, jumping to his paws, smacking his tail into everything he could. “Boof.” He nudged his face against Rodimus’, licking his cheek.

“Jeez, good morning to you- oof!” He was cut off as the mass of the dog pressed all of his weight into Rodimus, still wagging his tail. He was helpless, wrapping his arms around the dog’s neck and scratching his head. “I missed you too, you big dolt!”

The panting only deepened and Tamtam sat on him, wagging his tail.

“You’re not a lapdog.” Rodimus gasped at the full weight, he was heavy, how the hell did he pick him up?

“Get off of him you dumb mutt!” Getaway yelled, grabbing Tamtam’s scruff and pulling.

Tamtam yiped and tugged back, the giddy mood gone within a moment.

“Hey!” Rodimus hugged Tamtam close, smacking Getaway’s hand. “Didn’t I tell you not to hurt him? He already hates you,” Tamtam whined and leaned more of his weight onto Rodimus.

“He’s crushing you, stupid dog doesn’t know boundaries.” 

Rodimus rolled his eyes. “Whatever, come on Tamtam, let’s get something to eat.” The dog listened and jumped off the sofa, stretching himself and yawning, his tail softly wagged and he waited with ears pricked watching Rodimus. Rodimus followed, making his way into the kitchen, he skipped over the dog food and grabbed some eggs, bacon, and cheese. 

Getaway left after eating his share of scrambled eggs and bacon, meanwhile Tamtam hung back wagging his tail, cleaning his bowl. Okay so maybe it wasn’t a good idea to give dogs scrambled eggs and bacon, but he did eat whatever the hell that thing was. Rodimus shivered as the mental image hung over his head.

Whatever that thing was, it didn’t have a pleasant ending, broken bones, torn flesh, and skin. Those things outside, those big hulky things did that. Red tore it apart, maybe even played with its corpse a little.

“Boof.”

“What handsome?” he scratched the fluffy head. “Now that we have the whole house to ourselves, what should we do?”

Tamtam tilted his head and huffed, his tail thumping on the floor, it looked like he was thinking, really deep in thought. Then with a squeaky yawn, he stretched and trotted over to the front door, front paws dancing. Cute. “Alright handsome- wait!” He slapped his head, then shuffled through a trash bag of old clothes, finding a worn belt. “I think this will do.” 

It didn’t take too long to press new holes into the worn leather, then fix up the tattered end, finally, he wrapped the collar around Tamtam’s neck, fastening it. Rodimus hummed as he grabbed some old tags, he sharpened Tamtam’s name and his phone number. “There.”

Tamtam huffed and wagged his tail, doing a cute dance and sitting by the door.

“Alright, I’m coming over, what a handsome man.”

“Boof!” He jumped.

“Alright, I think a good hike is needed.” Rodimus tied a rope to Tamtam and opened the door. The dog strutted out tugging Rodimus along.

The parking brake groaned as he yanked it up, he sat outside the mudd flats, watching the water slowly creep in. It was tempting, the waves slowly crept in and in, filling the bay with icy cold water. Something was calling about the mud flats, the several warnings that were posted around them, and yet every year someone would get stuck and they would drown in the icy waters.

Getaway fiddled with his phone, turning the screen off and on, he waited and waited, yet nothing popped up. No messages, no voicemails, nothing at all. Annoyed he dug deeper, scraping into the festering wound he opened up the app, and flicked to his sockpuppet account.

The first photo hurt more than any punch to the gut, it was of Skids, the one who got away. There was Skids, his handsome face peeking over the semi-truck engine, eyes wide with excitement. The caption was ‘It’s like Christmas, but with more problems and more cursing, okay so just like Christmas!’ 

The second was of that pathetic worm, Swerve, he wore his iconic Hawaiian shirt, but it hardly fit him, his hair was messy, sun glasses tilted. He sat almost proudly in a floating tube, it was a lazy river. The next photo was the 2 of them in the hot tub, Swerve snuggled up to Skids, Skids resting his head on top of Swerve’s.

Getaway pushed past that photo, only to have the punch turn into a volatile stab of pain.

They were together, on paper at least, there were no wedding photos, but a happy photo of the two of them, sitting on the courthouse steps, kissing. The way Skids held Swereve, the soft hug that the man somehow naturally fit. How Swerve was only one light in Skid’s life that he was holding, right in his arms, and that man was more than happy to be in those arms.

He tossed the phone at the door, hissing he slammed the door and glared at the ocean, the creeping water. It was a trap, one that would take the lives of anything foolish enough to step into the mud flats.

This is what Skids did to him, he was trapped, stuck in the mud, watching as the water crept up, closer and closer to him. He’d drown soon.

“Stupid Swereve.”

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The dog thumbed his tail, trailing behind Rodimus like a duckling, he panted and boofed all too happy to be back. It was disgusting watching that thing cling to Rodimus, it reminded him of Swerve’s pathetic nature. Tamtam sat in the kitchen, wagging his tail, stopping only to perk up as Rodimus threw him another piece of bacon. 

“If you keep feeding him human food he’ll eat everything, here” he dug his wallet out and shoved a 50 into Rodimus’ hand. “Go ahead and pick up some stuff, and maybe some kibble for him? Get one of those big bags the dry kibble.”

Tamtam whined, licking his lips.

“Real dog food for him, and well maybe some sandwich meats?” 

Rodimus glanced down at Tamtam, then to Getaway, back to Tamtam. “True, but the town doesn’t have anything remotely dog-like?”

“Then go out of town?”

His freckles face squished and then stretched. “Yeah, I mean I’ll have to anyhow, they don’t really have anything like a Walmart here, any special requests?”

He hummed and drummed his fingers on his leg. “Not really, I’ll text you, okay?”

“Alright,” that was all it took to get Rodimus out the door, he was dressed, and even if Tamtam whined he didn’t slow down. Then again he couldn’t take Tamtam with him all the time. The dumb wolf’s whining stopped as the car rumbled away, leaving the two of them alone.

Getaway and the Werewolf.

He stared down at the wolf, watching it pace then finally settle down into a tight roll. That thing watched him, watched him with rusty red eyes, eyes that glowed, eyes that sized him up. And yet he felt at peace, normally when he was dumped with the ‘dog’ he simply hid away or threw the dog into the bathroom or outside. Now Getaway didn’t make a move, his body was more than comfortable on the sofa. His phone sat nestled in his palm.

The wolf huffed and licked its nose, circling in front of the door.

“Why’d you come back?” he asked, holding his phone up, the video recording.

It tilted its head to the side then whined and thumbed its tail, looking innocently at Getaway.

“I know what you are, you’re a thing, a beast, not a house pet. You planned it out, perfectly planned it, even having yourself ‘die’ and yet you’re back. I’m sure there’s something better for you to do, anything better besides being a couch potato?”

It huffed and rested its head back down on its paws.

“You must be bored here, you could be doing so much more instead of following him around like some puppy. Then again there’s not much to this podunk town, is there? Tourists are coming too, surely you could join one of them.”

Nothing got a rise out of it, the beast simply ignored him.

Getaway sighed, fiddling with his chain necklace. “He made a collar for you, isn’t that sweet… maybe this is some sort of weird sex thing for you? So super gross, like wow, do you like this walking around him like his pet, getting belly rubs and food scraps?”

Nothing, and that was a low blow.

The dog simply stared at him, eyes half shut, boredom wrapping around him like a blanket.

It truly did confuse him, why the wolf stayed, why Rodimus of all people, could’ve dashed away forever, ran off and Tamtam would stay dead. But no the thing returned, it returned and stared down Getaway’s barrel. The worst part is that he didn’t know who Tamtam really was, he could almost be anyone in town. Almost anyone in town, Photon, Ricochet, Thunderclash, even Hot Shot, or Cyclonus (he was scary enough) so why was the dog lurking here? 

“So you’re going to play this game, play dumb, and pretend that you’re not a werewolf? Cool, sure whatever, but you’ll get found out, either by him or by me, then what? Do you think he’ll care for you the same way? There goes those belly rubs you love so much. What do you think Rodimus will do once he finds out, he won’t treat you like a friend, he’ll abandon you. Anyone sane wouldn’t stay around some weirdo like you, lurking in their house posing as a dog.” 

The dog perked up at that, he huffed and tilted his head to the side.

“He won’t hurt you, but then again you’d hurt him, you’d hurt him more than you could know. Rodimus loves you, he cares about you a lot, and finding out that Tamtam isn’t even a dog, just a creep posing as a dog? That’d ruin Rodimus.” He glared at the dog.

Yet nothing happened the dog simply yawned and settled back into his tight cinnamon roll sleep bun, hardly caring.

Frustrated he shut his phone off and set it into his pocket, he needed a beer, and Getaway stretched turning away from the wolf.

“If you hurt him, I’ll crush your skull in my jaws."

He felt sick, turning towards the dog.

It sat there, almost like a human, paws longer, almost fingers, it was bigger now, the rusty eyes were red, almost right red, and fangs jutted out of its snout. A deep growl practically shook the whole cabin. A sense came over Getaway, something that he should’ve realized the moment that Rodimus left. It was sitting in front of the door, blocking the only entrance and exit, if wanted to it would cross the cabin with two steps.

He was trapped with it.

“Is that understood?” He snorted, fangs growing longer by the second.

“Y-yes,”

With that the wolf huffed, stood up, and opened the door, shifting back into its much more cuddly appearance and trotted off into the wilderness. 

He stood there on swaying legs, holding the door handle staring out into the lush forest around him. It would kill him if he hurt Rodimus.

“Tamtam!” Rodimus dropped the bags as the dog bounded forward, barking and wagging his tail. The dog pinned him against the pathfinder, licking his face, wagging his tail, vibrating with happiness. “Yeah, I missed you too!”

“Here let me get that for you.” Getaway stepped out and picked up the groceries, tossing them back into their bags, then carried them inside.

“Oh, thanks.” That was a pleasant surprise, Getaway hardly helped with anything. Tamtam huffed and pushed off of him, spinning in a circle and following Rodimus inside. His bed was welcoming, he flopped onto it and tossed his jacket off, kicked his shoes to the front door, and called it good.

Then a massive weight slammed down on the bed and he gasped as he almost fell off. He spun and found Tamtam’s body snuggled against his. Which was cute, and kinda a surprise, Tamtam wasn’t a snuggler, at least not at first. Sure he liked to have his head on Rodimus’ lap and some good butt itches, but this? He was trying to use Rodimus as a pillow, cute. “Alright handsome, so you run away for a day or two and get all needy?”

“Boof,”

Rodimus rolled his eyes. “Fine, you’re lucky you’re handsome,”

The cold wet nose was shoved against his face, making Rodimus yipe and jump, Tamtam wagged his tail.

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“OH no, handsome, you’re feeling sick?” Rodimus rushed over to him and pet his head, it was soothing and if he was sick he’d never want to leave Rodimus’ side. It might be the best place to curl up if he was throwing up or with a headache, Rodimus might as well be a walking cureall. But he had to play it right. 

A pitiful whine escaped him and he summoned the biggest puppy eyes. 

“Dawh, alright baby man, I’ll leave you here for today, let me get you some fresh water.” Rodimus patted his head and returned with a bowl of water. “Poor handsome man, think he’ll be okay?”

“He’ll be fine, besides we have shit to do, come on.” Getaway dragged Rodimus away from him. Defeated Rodimus smacked Getaway’s hand off his shoulder and stomped into the car. Getaway lingered, his eyes narrowed as he met Tamtam’s lax posture. “I’m watching you, wolf.”

He wagged his tail and slumped on the makeshift bed that was old pillows and torn-up blankets. The door shut behind them and the car rumbled away, leaving him alone in the cabin. Thunderclash grinned, stretching and letting his body shift. He opened the door, paused then kept it open, maybe Getaway left it unlocked?

Thunderclash bounded outside, he had to be fast, just fast enough to reach the den, he raced through the wilderness, picking up new scents and passing small camp sights. Tourists were in, and that meant that someone was going to try yet again to see some sort of crypid or do some stupid hike where they get stuck, or get lost. 

Shame, this year he couldn’t play the friendly weirdo in the woods.

He dashed through town, passing the cars and trotting into the backend of the den, hearing the rumble of Rodimus’ car far away. Good record. Thunderclash panted and stretched, letting his body pop and change.

“I was wondering when you’d get here.” Velocity greeted him, holding a bag of his belongings. “And if you’re wondering, yes I took your Jimmy in, the shower is running and I got the scissors.” 

“Thank you,” He huffed, tugging a long strand of hair. “I might keep some of it? The wild man look?”

“It’s sexy, gonna swoon a certain redhead?”

“Shove it.” He chewed his lip and then sighed. “Did you grab the map?”

“You know I did.”

Talkneeta was packed, and strange cars, faces and people with way too many stickers flooded in. It was practically impossible for him to find a parking spot, at least the gas station had a constant turnaround, which Rodimus took advantage of, he waved to Photon inside the station.

Photon noticed him and waved but was pulled away as a family of 5 stepped up with arms full of junk food. The poor man looked worn to the bone, which meant that money was flowing, but that also meant rest was limited. 

They peeked into stores, passing locals and waved, but most of the time they waited as tourists passed by. It was supposed to be a date, reconnected with Getaway. Rodimus wasn’t blind, he could feel Getaway pushing off of him, leaving him. Maybe it was already too late, or if he played his cards just right, Getaway wouldn’t leave him.

They fell into step walking down the miniature strip mall, stopping by some weird-looking stores, picking at dusty antiques and several stickers postcards, and key chains that were selling fast. A word was hardly spoken between the two of them

It was around noon when he heard a big laugh, the kind that drew attention, and admittedly a shiver ran up his spine. Getaway glared, while Rodimus gawked at the sight.

“Who’s child is this!” Thunderclash bellowed holding up a giggling boy by his overalls, high above his head. “He thought I was a Western Redceader, and climbed me.” He glared playfully at the kid. 

“You are one!” The boy laughed, hardly caring that he was being held like a sack of grapes.

“Cobalt!” A dad hissed and shoved through the crowd. “How did you get there?”

“I got lost and he’s friend-shaped.”

The crowd snickered, and Cobalt laughed even louder as he was dropped into his dad’s arms. Thunderclash grinned, wiping off his hands. “Alright you little black bear, no more tree climbing, I have a fear of heights, especially in the trees.” 

A cocky grin spread and he had to. “Don’t you live in a fire lookout?” Rodimus called, then felt the cold glare from Getaway. Tension bubbled between them, and his stomach turned, but he couldn’t help but smile as Thunderclash met his eyes. Okay so they were friends, and he was a great friend, someone who was willing to help.

“Okay you got me there, I think I just hate trees. I’m not a squirrel.” Thunderclash joked and waved Rodimus over, Getaway in tow. “Rodimus, good to see you,” His huge burly arm wrapped around Rodimus, pulling him into a hug. 

One moment he could breathe, the next he was smushed against a very big chest, cozy and warm. Thunderclash smelled like cinnamon and oddly wet dog? Rodimus gasped as he pried his face out of the chest pillow. “Good to see you too.” He laughed, feeling sweat roll down his neck. Thunderclash was a friend, nothing more, Getaway would just have to trust him. “What are you doing out here?”

“Oh helping some tourists find the best camping spots, and also-” He snapped his fingers and dug through his coat, yanking out an old map. “So it’s a bit dated, but someone told me you’re a fisherman, my great great great great great-uh I think one more great? Grandpa loved to fish, so he marked each fishing spot, and the best times and seasons.” He grinned.

Rodimus gawked and opened the faded map, his pretty eyes widening as he touched each mark on the map. “Woah, I’m sure some things have changed, we’ll have to go on a hike and you’ll have to show me where they are.” He smiled. “Maybe you can finally meet Tamtam too?”

“Pfft, so there’s one huge problem, I can’t read that map, like at all, any map I’m hopeless. But if you can, I’m sure we can find it. I heard you found Tamtam! How’s he doing?”

“Good, he’s feeling a bit sick, but he’s good, thanks for asking, I’m sure he’d like you.” Rodimus couldn’t help but picture Thunderclash playing with the big beast that was Tamtam, they’d be pretty funny to watch. Two massive beasts. “Naturally once he’s feeling a bit better.”

“Oh don’t worry about it.”

“Rodimus-” Getaway shoved between the two of them, shooting a glare up at Thunderclash’s face. “We should get going.”

Tourists and locals stilled around the sight, some shot glances between each other, and others whispered. 

“What? But we just got here, and I’m hungry.” He pouted as he was pulled away, instantly missing the teddy bear-like warmth Thunderclash naturally had. 

“Why don’t you two head to the Den?” Thunderclash trotted behind them.

“Nah, there’s nothing good here, let’s go-”

Rodimus yanked himself free from Getaway, huffing. “The Den sounds great.”

“Really?” Getaway stopped, hissing as he glared at the two of them, “Are we going to fight right now?” 

He felt sick, being torn between his boyfriend and his friend, Getaway or Thunderclash, Getaway or Optimus, Getaway or Drift? His stomach growled and he swallowed back spit, feeling so small between the two giants, Getaway’s temper, and Thunderclash’s barge-like stature.

“Rodimus,” Thunderclash spoke softly, wrapping an arm around Rodimus’ shoulders. “You don’t have to go with him unless you want to. Do you want to?”

When did he have a choice? Did he always have a choice? He always just went along with Getaway.

The packed sidewalk stilled as the tension in the air thickened.

His stomach growled. “I’m going to go eat something, you can join if you want, but I’m staying.”

His boyfriend mumbled under his breath, turned, and stomped away, his messy black hair disappearing in the sea of people.

Rodimus sighed, that was going to be another fight the moment the front door shut. Something he’d have to handle, alone. At least for now, he could eat. He rested himself against Thunderclash, using the man as a guide as the two passed through the streets. Thunderclash was saying something, talking, something about fishing, or hiking? Maybe he was talking about Getaway?

Somehow they wound up in the Den, everything was blurry and muffled. Rodimus stared at the bar. Maybe he was lost, it sure felt like it. Was he a pumpkin, his innard torn out and tossed aside, left to rot in the cold weather? 

“Rodimus?” Firestar set the cinnamon roll in front of him, then a huge bowl of thick soup. “Loaded potato, eat, eat, fall is right around the corner, gotta fatten you up.” 

It smelled great, and that felt like a kick start, he leaned over the bar and tore into the soup, slurping it down, then ripping apart the roll. He ate every last bite, even licked the bowl.

“Sheesh, kid’s starving, did you want more?”

He shook his head, once again slumping against Thunderclash. 

“Hmmm, did you want to talk about it?”

“No, I just, I think I need a distraction, some time away from him? I don’t think I know who I am, I just hope he’s not doing something reckless.”

Thunderclash hummed, tapping his fingers on the bar. “I think I know what might help you with that. So tonight the pack is going to have a hunt, it’s the full moon and well it’s the harvest moon. Wanna join?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Oh we just get together and have a good party, get into some trouble.” He shrugged.

“I like that, sure I’ll be there.” He stared at the bar, still feeling sick, and numb from earlier, the soup heavy in his stomach. “Could I ask you for a favor?”

“Sure,”

“Can you help me find a fishing spot? I uh, I want to keep busy, just for a bit.”

“No problem.”

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There was one massive hunt that mattered the most to the pack, sure there was the strawberry moon, blue moon, even worm moon. But the Harvest moon, that was the one that mattered the most to the pack. Maybe it was that they were werewolves and something about the month of October called to a part of them. For the pack this meant one huge rager then a wild hunt through the country side, along with a few other things.

It was the best and the worst for her, stressful since the troustis were passing through, yet again, and she had to make sure they were far away from the camp sights. Didn’t want another incident where Riptide ate a whole cooler full of food and then tried to surf, all of this was in broad daylight and they had to explain he was a weird looking bear.

So far her plan was simple, a potluck at the Den, some tame fun before they took the long rout into the deep woods. No problem.

Well that was until someone totally screwed that up!

“What did you do?” 

“Invited him to the hunt.”

“You invited him to the hunt, a human to the hunt, one we were trying to scare away and now we’re going to help him out?”

He slumped. “Yea.”

The pack was quiet, all of them stared at their leader, she groaned, there goes her plans of keeping a tame hunt. What could they do? 

“He wanted a distraction, so I figured separating the two of them would be good.” Thunderclash mumbled and poked at the claw marks on the bar.

“I don’t know, tourists are coming and going, we’re going to have a hunt and it’s the Harvest moon, we need to do something or else we’ll get… testy.” She growled looking down at her nails, watching them grow by the second, they had one day to pull this off. Not only that but she also wanted Rodimus far away from Getaway, Rodimus and Thunderclash. The sooner the better, if that man harmed either of them, they’d have to deal with the police and news, and this time they won’t be so lucky.

“I think you’re over thinking this,” Elita hummed and sat herself next to Thunderclash, patting his mullet. “Now don’t worry, we’ll have a rager, a huge one, the kind that takes days to clean up. But since it’s October and we clearly need to keep ourselves hidden, we’ll do something we haven’t done in ages, before any of you were born.” She grinned. “Why not a Halloween rager, everyone wears costumes, but we’re still wolves? Just say that Rodimus didn’t get the wolf memo, and with enough booze, food and partying, he won’t know that he’s been dancing with werewolves.”

The pack mumbled, some of htem nodded, other grinned.

“Why did we stop that kind of hunt?” Firestar asked, tapping her claws on the bar.

“Over population.” Elita winked.

“Oh,” Her face darkened and she got the picture, crystal clear. “So where will it be at?”

“Pfft, the second best place to have one, the firelook out.”

Thunderclash’s head sprung up. “That kind of party, in my home? I’m going to be cleaning up for hours! Days!”

“You’ll be fine.” Elita waved his worries away.

“What was the best location for that party?”

“The old saw mill.”

“Ew.” Firestar regretted asking, she knew it smelled a bit funny in the rain.

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“Okay, so you’re not joking, like at all?” Rodimus puffed and held up the map, then the compass, he flipped the map over and fiddled with the dial. Nothing.

Meanwhile, he watched as Thunderclash climbed up a boulder, turned, turned again, frowned, sat on his butt, and stared at the stream. “Yeah, it’s not a joke, I’m practically hopeless out here, getting lost for days on end.”

“So do you live out in the woods on purpose or?”

“Kinda a mixture of both?” He shrugged. “Grew up here, played a lot outside as a kid, and I guess there were some nights I spent lost. My mom would always find me, cover in mud, lost confused, but happy nonetheless. She’d scold me, drag me by my ear, shove me into a hot bath and make some soup.” He paused, shook his head. “Sorry, didn’t meant to ramble off.”

Rodimus stared at him, that was something he’d never expect Thunderclash to mention, he lived in that tower all by himself, and spent most of his time alone in the woods. This was his home, he was alone here, with no siblings or parents, nothing, just the townspeople. 

It was a tender memory for Thunderclash. “No you’re fine, it kinda reminds me about Grandpa Kup, he raised my brother and me, but when I was in my mid-teens we saw his slipping, Alzheimer’s.” He shrugged, letting himself open up. “It’s hard watching someone you once saw as this unstoppable force slowly wither away.”

“It’s hard, watching them slip away… is he still with us?”

That hurt, the last time he saw Kup was just before he left, Optimus was working a double shift due to a huge accident, so all there was that night was Kup. Rodimus talked with him a little bit, at times he was there, other times not so much, but he made sure Kup was comfortable, he had his dinner and was watching some old movies. Then he left. “He is,” Optimus didn’t text him any updates on Kup, even if Rodimus had him muted, he still read the texts. 

“You should visit him before it’s too late- Erm sorry I didn’t mean to put pressure on you. I just know that one day they’re there, the next gone.”

“I should, if the winter gets too cold, I’ll fly down, or take a bus, something.” The map was folded up and he settled, they weren’t going to find anything today, but maybe they would later. “Can you give me a lift home?”

“Sure!”

The door shut and Rodimus skimmed over the new texts, it was at Thunderclash’s place, and it was a Halloween party, so a costume was a must. A party. When was the last time he went to one? Months ago, when they left. The house was full of old college buddies and the part was getting pretty wild, you know it’s good when the couple breaking up steals the only working bathroom and everyone is in line. He didn’t remember much from that night, but the following day hurt like hell and he wanted nothing more than to curl up and sleep.

Then they left.

Getaway sat alone in the dark, scrolling through his phone, his bloodshot eyes pinned Rodimus down. 

Suddenly something left off, there was no welcoming bark, no friendly wag, nothing. “Where’s Tamtam?” he stomped over to Getaway.

“How the hell should I know, dumb dog must’ve run off, again.”

“You kicked him out, I know you did.”

“Sure, whatever, I threw the stupid dog out, and right now he’s the lucky one.”

“Ugh, fine, I don’t have time for this.” Rodimus spun and ran upstairs, he needed a costume, a good one. “Tamtam will be fine, he’s made his way back home before, and besides this place is crawling with tourists. He’ll be fine, I’ll look for him in the morning…” He groaned and opened the closet, flicking through the spare items he had, nothing stood out. Only some jackets a few dress clothes, nothing. They left with only what they needed.

“What are you doing?” 

He could smell the cheap beer from here, it made his stomach roll and Rodimus shut his eyes. “Looking for a costume, for the party.”

“A party? You?”

Rodimus hissed, he didn’t need this now. It sounded like fun, something for himself, some food, games, and just a good time with friends. Anything to get away from Getaway. A treat for himself. “Yeah, a party.” His hand landed on some old sheets, white.

A ghost?

“Pfft, okay sure have fun, pretty sure I’ll be picking your drunk ass up in the morning. Then again they’ll see the real you, so I’ll pick you up in what, an hour? I’m sure they want some bumbling drunk at their party.”

He boiled, yanking the sheet off the hanger. “Nope, I’m going to drive myself, and I’ll be out all night, and I’m going to have a good fucking night.” he snapped.

“Fine, but I wanted you. Think Thunderclash would want someone who is this pathetic?”

“Shove it.” He pushed past Getaway, swallowing the pain and stumbling downstairs. Where was Tamtam when he needed him?

Chapter Text

“You can do this, you can do this, just have fun, hide under the shitty sheet, you’re going to have fun.” He mumbled as he sat in his car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. This wasn’t how he wanted today to go. At least the sheet ghost hid everything. So Rodimus draped the sheet over his head and slid the glasses on. He stepped out of the car and stared up at the watch tower, hearing the blasting music and seeing the shapes of people dancing and drinking.

Rodimus walked up, passing a small fire where people were already eating and making jokes. Anode sat there in a cute nurse outfit, Firestar was a bit more on the nose wearing a bright orange car onzie, and Velocity was a zombie. But there was a theme, maybe he missed that on Thunderclash’s invitation, they were all werewolves. Detailed werewolves, the make-up was perfect, even the wet nose. “Hi,” He waved.

“About time! Get up there, there’s a mile of food, games, oh here,” She pulled her wallet out and handed Rodimus a dollar. “Leave a tip,” She winked.

He frowned but took it, the shy ghost turned to the fire looking out finding the whole town packed into the lookout. Rodimus smelled the beer, his stomach turned and he hugged himself under the sheet. He could do this, it was a party, one that Thunderclash invited him to, absently he fiddled with the necklace. 

If you don’t feel safe, you can call him, Getaway might be pissed but he’ll come, he doesn’t like it when you drink…you have the Pathfinder. 

The house shook as loud music blasted, figures danced some played games. He ventured onward, passing the front door where a grim reaper leaned against the frame. It was Ricohet, he lingered and fiddled with his plastic scythe. The black snoot nodded to him and Rodimus waved.

“Why wolves? Did I miss anything?”

“Hmmm,” His claw itched his neck and teeth poked out of the muzzle. “It’s the full moon, a special one, hunter’s moon, the end of summer and the start of the harvest before the chilly winter.” His voice was rough. “It’s when this town really parties, and let’s say it’s been a long time since we’ve had the pleasure of partying with Thunderclash.”

“Huh, thank you, he’s inside right?”

The death dog nodded. “Have fun, oh-” he dug around in his wallet and shoved a dollar into Rodimus’ hand. “You’ll need it.”

“Thanks?” He shrugged and walked up the stairs, feeling the dancing through the shaky steps. A catchy beat blasted through the tower, lights flashed and people chatted. His heart was racing as his head peeked up the stairs and he gawked at the amount of people in the tower. The whole town was somehow packed inside of Thunderclash’s little abode.

He stood at the top, one hand gripping the railing so tight his knuckles were white, his stomach turned and Rodimus swallowed hard as the smell of alcohol hit his nose. Ages ago he made a promise, a huge one, one that he never wanted to fall back on. Not a drop of alcohol would grace his lips.

So that meant he would stay for a little bit, not fall back into toxic habits, eat some then slip away and return home. Which wasn’t exactly the most appealing either. The icky feeling inside his stomach came back full force as he thought back to Getaway.

“Hey, a ghost!” a scarecrow stopped a very furry scarecrow or rather Hot Shot. “Oh hey, it’s Rodimus!” He wrapped Rodimus into a bear hug. “Dam you’re light a ghost, so light.” Hot Shot heaved him up with ease, swigging him around. 

“Erm, you can set me down.” Rodimus wiggled. 

“Nope, right to the snacks with you, the kitchen!” He bellowed passing through the living room where everyone was dancing to cheesy Halloween music, Monster Mash to be specific.

He was set down in the kitchen, facing the countertop full of food, from lasagna to cupcakes, that was a lot of food. A plate was shoved into his arms and Rodimus took it, eyeing everything.

“Oh and a beer, it’s a party, hey server.” Hot Shot spun Rodimus around.

Okay, so that’s a butt, a juicy thick butt, like wow, he had no idea how it fit in the skimpy one piece, was it a swimsuit? It was black and shiny but breathable. Legs, really strong-looking legs, crushing thighs that were caged in fishnet stockings. Long brunette hair draped the back of the suit and covered the person’s face. “A beer?” He stood up, and Rodimus felt his stomach drop. Bunny ears topped it all off. “Sure-” He spun and stopped, somehow moving with ease in platform high heels and dressed like that. The front was even more alluring, so Thunderclash had to work out, but still was chubby, the man filled that suit well. Rodimus didn’t know cup sizes, but those were some big cups, the suit had an opening that was laced up, but it trailed down, down, down.

“Can I get something stronger?” He squeaked out.

“Sure, what’s your poison?”

Right now, it’s you hot stuff. “Whiskey,” 

“Alright, whiskey it is,” Thunderclash hummed somehow walking in those heels, he reached up to the top and pulled a dusty bottle down, it was unmarked a piece of tape wrapped around its neck. “Ah, this will do… you might want to eat something before I pour you one.”

He spun around and shoveled a few items, flipping over the ghost sheet and wolfing them down. Rodimus didn’t want to think too hard, Thunderclash was a total hunk, and he’s respectfully sneak a glance now and then. But this? This was the worst, there was the whole thing on display, the whole himbo wrapped up in fishnet! I have a boyfriend, I’m in a happy loving relationship, I have a boyfriend, I can’t make out with him!

“Jeez slow down,” Velocity laughed and slipped a dollar into Thunderclash’s suit.

“Stop that, it itches.” He hissed and yanked the dollar out. “And where did you put my bunny tail?”

“Pfft, that’s for someone lucky to find. If they find the right one.” She winked, stole a beer, and walked out of the kitchen. 

They’re trying to make me shove money in that tight suit! Rodimus swallowed some more chips, then held his hand out, begging for the shot. Stupid sexy Thunderclash!

That was at least 4 shots, within the hour, Thunderclash tucked the bottle away, thanking his great great great uncle, but also thanking his great-great aunt who tossed his moonshine away. Rodimus was dancing, grinning, and laughing with the pack, right now Hot Shot was dancing with him. It warmed his heart seeing this side of Rodimus, carefree.

He sniffed at his beef, finished it, and tossed it into the recycle.

“Oh lover boy,” Velocity hummed and shoved him into the dance floor, right into Rodimus. “Good luck!”

“Oh sugar honey iced tea!” He wasn’t ready, he grabbed Rodimus and helped him back on his feet, Rodimus giggled and clung to him. “Having fun?”

“You bet,” He smiled up at Thunderclash, the smell of booze in his breath.

“Good,” He felt bad, Rodimus was supposed to have a fun time, but he couldn’t know the truth. But whoever picked out the music, Ricochet was testing Thunderclash. “She-wolf, dam you Shakira.”

“Oh, I haven’t heard this song in forever, think you can dance sexy bunny.” Rodimus pulled him close.

Maybe it wasn’t a great idea to dress in my sexy outfit tonight? In all honestly, he was a horrible dancer, even worse in the heels, but everyone was a bit more busy with sucking face. Elita even hung around grabbing some snacks and passing out what Thunderclash hoped was ramen seasoning. 

A warm hand rested on him and he was pulled tighter, trying to match Rodimus’ loose dancing. The ghost could get down if he wanted to, following the beat. “Come on Thunders, I thought you knew how to dance?”

“I do, just um, been awhile?”

“We all know you can dance, now get down!” Velocity howled, her muzzle coming in, fangs peeking out.

“Well then, dance!” Rodimus pulled him close.

Thunderclash groaned. “Fine then,” He dipped low, kicking his legs out, then jumping back up, he swayed his hips along with the beat, then when the beat slowed he mouthed the words. He shimmed closer to Rodimus, pulling him close by his waist, dipping him just as Shakira howled.

Rodimus giggled, wrapping his arms around Thunderclash’s neck. “Oh, you’re good.”

“Just know that I’m not going to do the Prisadka in these heels.”

“Huh?”

“The Russian squat dance, not dislocating my hip tonight.” He pulled Rodimus back up they spun and Rodimus’ face drew darker, but he laughed. Thunderclash smiled, his heart fluttering.

“Maybe later,” He winked.

What?! His face burned and Thunderclash felt weak next to the man that came up to his chest. Rodimus only laughed louder and shoved his whole face into Thunderclash’s chest, giggling, clearly drunk. Lost Thunderclash looked around for some help, okay he used to be a player, and used to have a little red book full of numbers. He changed, he wasn’t a home wrecker, he was already pressing between Rodimus and Getaway. This was too far, not to mention how would he explain that he’s Tamtam to Rodimus.

Elita whistled and lifted a shot glass, she winked and mouthed ‘Do it, ruin their relationship’.

‘NO!’ he mouthed back.

“You got some nice tits.” 

“And you’re drunk. That’s it, let’s get some food in you and let you rest.” he lifted Rodimus, which was easy because Rodimus might be a were koala, he clung to Thunderclash. Arms wrapped around his neck, legs like a bear trap. This was going to be a long night. So he carried the sheet ghost off the dance floor, passing a few couples. 

“Where are we going?”

“Bed, you’re drunk.”

“Mmm’not.” he pouted and pulled his face from Thunderclash’s neck.

“Very drunk, come on, nap time.” Thunderclash sat down on his bed and tried to pull Rodimus off of him, which was impossible. Once he got an arm off, it was back on, and his legs were bear traps. “Rodimus you know you should lay down.”

He huffed. “Can you hold me?”

“Like cuddle?”

Rodimus leaned back. “Yeah, I haven’t had a good cuddle in a very long while.” he hicked, eyes unfocused.

With that he shut the door, holding Rodimus in one hand, getting ‘ooo’s from the pack, Thunderclash rolled his eyes, he didn’t need to handle that tonight. Then he shuffled back into the massive bed, lifting the blankets and scooting them in, the whole time Rodimus clung to him. 

Once tucked in Rodimus loosed up, ripping off his ghost sheet and tossing it aside, then kicked his shoes and socked off. He sunk back down using Thunderclash as a pillow. “Did you shave your legs for this?”

“Erm I did.” He knew what the next few days would be like, constant itching, it would be hell. He should’ve used that nair stuff, but the smell always made him sick afterward, so razor it was. But the hair would be back by tonight. Fangs poked out of his lips.

“Why did you pick sexy bunny?” Rodimus curled up.

Maybe it was a good idea to tell the truth, at least for now. “I used to be a bit of a… home wrecker, or at least someone who slept around a lot. And well this was something a few people liked, and I did like this one a lot, shows off my legs, and well my butt.”

“You do look good in it.”

“Thank you.”

Rodimus sighed and sat up. “Why are there werewolves everywhere?”

“What?” that felt like getting run over all over again.

“Everyone here is a clown, or a ghost, or a reaper, but werewolves? And cool-looking costumes, did I miss a theme?”

And now he was lying again. “It’s a theme, I forgot to tell you about, last year it was clowns.”

“Huh, makes sense, you’re not a werewolf though?” He frowned, then leaned down and pried Thunderclash’s lips open. “Nah, you got fangs, were sexy bunny wolf man thingy.” he shrugged.

“Yeah, you should get some rest, Getaway’s not gonna be too happy that you’re drunk and stayed the night with me.” 

He slumped and rested his hands on Thunderclash’s chest. “Can I ask you something, do you think it’d be worth it, cheating on him, with you? Would I be worth it?”

The sound that escaped him sounded painful and dreadful, he wasn’t sure how to answer that question. His stomach turned but his heart fluttered in his chest, and worst of all he had no idea what he wanted to do. It would be easy, to ruin their whole relationship in a few minutes, give Rodimus exactly what he deserved, and make him feel loved. But Getaway would come after him, he already killed a family and ruined another, and now he knew he was in a town full of werewolves. 

“Thunderclash?”

He rested a hand on Rodimus’ waist and brushed aside his messy locks of hair. “No, and not because I don’t think you’re worth it. It’s because I want you to choose for yourself, I want you to feel comfortable leaving him and finding someone who truly loves you as you are. I don’t want it to be a fling, to be something you’d have to hide away from him and fear what could happen.”

Rodimus blinked, holding his hand. “Why couldn’t I have met you before I met him?”

“Life can be like that.”

“Yeah, it sure can, it’s a kick in the balls.” He sighed, leaning down, his warm hands on Thunderclash’s chest, eyes half closed, he licked his lips. The smell of whiskey was strong.

“Mmph-” Thunderclash gasped as he felt the warm lips on his, the pressure of a kiss, when was the last time he was kissed? It wasn’t like the hungry kisses desperate lovers gave him, it wasn’t rushed or pushed. It was tender, soft and it lingered, a kiss that was shared after a long night, or just as his lover would leave for the day. 

Rodimus pulled back and blinked. “Oh well, you’re a good kisser.” He slumped on top of Thunderclash, his eyes slowly shutting. His soft snoring filled the room, and a line of drool spilled onto Thunderclash’s chest.

“Thanks.” He held the man, listening to the party, slowly the pack left, fleeing into the woods, howling as the moon climbed into the sky. He was left behind, a glorified bed, stuck between everything that was Rodimus. He felt his body change, his shifted, bones popped, hair bloomed, and he snarled. Rodimus whimpered and clung to him, mumbling nonsense. Thunderclash lay there, letting his body change, it grew and grew, he was huge compared to the small human. He would tear Rodimus in half, chew him up, and spit him out.

The collar sat on the nightstand, the tag hung in the moonlighting.

He belonged to Rodimus, not just as Tamtam, and Thunderclash accepted that. He wanted to howl, wanted to run with the pack, wanted to corner Getaway and rip him into ribbons. A deep growl escaped him as he curled around Rodimus. 

Face it Thunderclash, you’ve got to be crazy enough to return to that cabin, and not just to help. You’re in love with him.

“Mmm, Tamtam.”

Nothing will harm him, at least I can promise that. 

The wolf whined and held onto his human, watching as the moon circled above them, he ached.

Chapter Text

“Ow,” That wasn’t a good sign, and the hangover was even worse, what did he drink last night? His body cracked and popped as he sat up, his back mostly sounding like an old Rice Krispy commercial. Rodimus groaned and licked his chapped lips, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and took in his new reality.

He sat on something, it was warm and large, it rumbled and snored, and it was fuzzy. Rodimus stared down at the man, the very ‘appealing’ man, who thought it was a good idea to wear a skimpy bunny suit. Chest hair bloomed, hairy legs and arms, his beard was a tangled mess and his mullet mimicked a dandelion. Thunderclash snored, his face twitching, blissfully unaware of the man sitting on his thighs. 

“Ah, okay,” Rodimus swallowed and looked down at his body, finding clothes, then poked and prodded, no hickes, no bites, not even bruises. He was okay, fully clothed, far from any lustful feelings. Admittedly he had a bit too much, too fast, the moment he saw Thunderclash squeezed into that bunny suit all reason was thrown out the window. Even now rational thought was imaginary, like a unicorn it danced around him, and teased him.

Thunderclash snorted then whined his hands patting around his chest.

Panic set in and Rodimus slipped off the man’s tree trunk like thighs, Thunderclash still patted around him, his body shivering. In Thunderclash’s sleep, he frowned, then huffed and started to pat around him, searching for Rodimus. Carefully Rodimus’ feet graced the ground and he stepped back onto the wooden flooring. Then shockingly Thunderclash let out a whine, rolling onto his side and tossing his limps to the ends of his massive bed, yet there was no warmth, then flipped himself like a pancake and repeated this.

Weird, he looked like a dog having a bad dream and wanted to snuggle, maybe he was a huge snuggler?

That shouldn’t have pulled on his heartstrings, he really shouldn’t be feeling this about a man who rode on top of his car like a crazed mutt. So what if Thunderclash was understanding, kind, and willing to listen, so what if he was ridiculously big, handsome, and a freaking mullet. 

He’s a good friend, a very good- oh fuck .

Rodimus tasted blood and sunk away from the almost cute huff that Thunderclash’s coma-like body let out, his heart raced in his chest and broke into pieces. He did that last night, he said those things, he curled right on top of Thunderclash like he was the mattress and he kissed him. 

Oh fuck! Getaway is going to kill me!

He spun around, making his way towards the door, head spinning. What was he going to do? Hide it for the rest of his life? Tell Getaway once time passed? Tell him right away so Getaway could- he could- no he would tear their friendship apart. Getaway would keep Thunderclash far away from Rodimus, he would even fight the giant (probably lose).

He’ll leave me.

The floorboard creaked and Rodimus stilled, eyes doubling.

There was some more shuffling, the telltale sign of blankets and sheets falling, his hair stood up as the bed creaked, bare feet slapped against the floor boards and a squeaky yawn filled the bedroom. The mass of muscle and chub pressed against him and Rodimus felt his head spin, a whole head resting on top of his.

“‘Mornin,” Thunderclash muttered, his morning breath stilled Rodimus’ heart and grounded him. 

Okay good, yes, find flaws, huge flaws, then you won’t feel like total dog shit because you KISSED HIM! 

“Erm good morning, sorry I didn’t want to wake you.”

“S’okay,” He hummed and rubbed his face. “How's your head? You were pretty plastered last night.”

That’s a plus!

His head? Well right now it felt like someone looked like a can opener to it, his brain was swimming with poor choices and overall he might be able to walk a straight line, but it wasn’t the worst. “I’m okay, just rough, how about you? I think you got pretty drunk.”

“Yea,” he sighed and peeled himself off of Rodimus, stretching and yawning, his fangs peeking out. “I did, I just wanna sleep in after last night, haven’t been this worn out in a long time.” He shrugged and passed Rodimus, still in his bunny suit. His very tight well-shaped bunny suit.

Rodimus, please stop adding pluses because of his butt, there’s more to life than a juice ass.

He tore his eyes off the double-wide surprise, it was huge, no man should have that good of an ass and those legs? This was not a great train of thought, it was detained before it left the station. Rodimus followed Thunderclash out, instantly tripping over a bottle. “Oh shit-”

Thunderclash was faster, catching Rodimus and helping him stand up. “Sorry, they got a bit wild,” he sniffed and his face squished up. “Don’t sit on the sofa until I’ve cleaned it- ew ew ew.” He stuck a tongue out, kicking trash out of the way as he made his way to the leftovers. “Feel like eating any of this? How is your stomach?”

“Ugh, just something light, I don’t think I can keep it down.” He sighed, this part he didn’t miss at all. At least he always had a driver back, it was almost always Getaway. Rodimus cleared off a chair and sat down, rubbing his head.

The lookout was trashed, old food sat out, booze littered every surface, some spilled, the ‘dance floor’ which was Thunderclash’s living room was the worst, those stains would take some elbow grease. 

“Jeez, I don’t think I’ve ever stayed this long to see the aftermath, look like a tornado hit this place.”

“Yea, at least it’ll give me something to do.” he shrugged, cleaning off the stove before grabbing a pan and cracking the eggs, then digging through his fridge and pulling out an avocado, butter, and finding the bread. “This is supposed to help with the hangover, never really needed to try this before.”

“High tolerance?”

He nodded. “I think I got drunk once when I was a dumb kid, my folks weren’t too happy it was underage, and welp I got a licking too. I think I know when to stop before I get too drunk, just buzzed. I haven’t seen you drink much since you’ve been here.”

“I have a checkered past with mr.booze to put it lightly, I stopped drinking because of Getaway, he didn’t like how I got when I was drunk, and welp that was it.”

“You weren’t that bad, just uh-needy,”

Rodimus rolled his eyes. “I know, I wasn’t that drunk to black out. Okay, I fucked up, so now what? I know he’s going to leave me, he’ll throw me out, or take everything and ditch me.” He sat in the chair and clutched his head, the bounding returning.

“Here,” Thunderclash pushed the breakfast in front of him, then spun around and offered some Advil. “Take it slow,” He shrugged and took his piece of toast, chewing on it. “I don’t mean to overstep but, if he mistreats you, why do you stay?”

Rodimus glared at him, his stomach turning.

“I-I- mean, okay not everyone acts the same, and sometimes it’s good to have a boundary, but one of the largest parts of a healthy relationship is supporting one another and being there for them, even at the worst of times.”

Great, this wasn’t how he wanted this friendship to go, okay Getaway had his problems but he was there for Rodimus when it mattered. He was there when Rodimus got into the argument with Optimus, or the fight with Drift. Getaway had boundaries, ones that Rodimus was learning to respect.

“He’s there for me.”

Thunderclash huffed, it sounded so familiar. “I just, okay I’m out of the loop in romantic relationships, but my last one was with Firestar, and well she was there for me a lot, even now she knows what I need.”

Rodimus set his toast down. “Okay, then what was your relationship with her like?” He snapped.

Somehow Thunderclash looked like Rodimus just stabbed him, he sighed and sat down on his wooden cooking stool, working on his own eggs. “She learned a lot about me, about this town, this pack of strays here, she took control when I wasn’t able to. I’m sure that you’ve noticed I like to help, ever since I was little I would help anyone with anything, and Firestar knew this was wearing me out. So she let me rest and helped when I couldn’t. And I gave her the freedom to learn more about herself, and I supported her taking control of situations.” 

He hoped it was booze, the hangover, that vile taste in his mouth, like adding gas to a fire. Okay, so what if Getaway was a shitty boyfriend sometimes. But why did it hurt to hear how Thunderclash felt about his ex? The faint glimmer in his eyes, the blush in his cheeks, there was life in there.

The man sighed and set his eggs aside, salting them and pinching pepper on top. “But things fell apart, we’re better friends now. I’m glad to have her still in my life, and I can support her through her life changes.”

“What happened?”

He winced unable to look at Rodimus, instead, he poked at his runny yoke. “I messed up, I hurt her in a way I would never, and a month later she was gone, and I was left alone. Spent a lot of time in the woods. She wanted something else, someone else, and that wasn’t me.”

“Huh,” He turned away, his own heart aching at the idea. He ate slowly letting his stomach settle and his headache soothe, Rodimus didn’t look up at Thunderclash instead he focused on anything else. At least there were plenty of things to focus on.

Normally Thunderclash’s fire lookout was a bit messy, too many trinkets, but each one had a story, something that was close to Thunderclash’s heart. It was a miniature museum that reflected Thunderclash. Now it was covered in trash. Lots of trash, and he wasn’t fit to drive yet. 

Breakfast was good, he set the dish in the sink and started to fill one half with warm soapy water. Slowly he gathered all the cups, plates, and forks (one was somehow behind the TV?) tossing everything into the soapy water. It didn’t take long for Thunderclash to wolf down his breakfast and join in, he got all the leftovers and shoved them into his fridge, looking longingly at it. Then, he grabbed the trash and started picking up what he could. Rodimus joined him, picking up scraps and mopping the floor. 

They tossed the trash out and Rodimus stood in the clean look out, he could leave now, face Getaway. Tell him the truth. But did he want to? Should he? It was a lie, a flaw in their relationship, and it would only grow and spread, ripping their life apart. 

“It’s your choice, but if you don’t ever feel safe, you can crash here, I can promise you that,” Thunderclash said, settling Rodimus’ worries.

The pathfinder sped off, disappearing into the thick woods, leaving Thunderclash all on his own. He peeled the bunny suit off and tossed it into the laundry hamper, he had a lot of work to do before he returned to Tamtam’s tame life. Laundry was the first, then he had to drop off the leftovers at the Den (sweet tasty food that wasn’t dry kibble and he was giving it away). Then some down time not being a dog and around midnight he’d scratch at the door and whine, waking Rodimus right up. 

A solid day, he just had to get the laundry done first.

Thunderclash belly-flopped into his bed, curling up and wrapping himself in the blankets, he wanted to sleep in, and nap until the sun was setting. The plush pillow welcomed him and he slowly started to drift off, almost on the edge of rest. Only to be yanked back and he huffed rolling onto his side and mashing his face into the pillow. He wanted to nap, he had time to sleep in his freaking bed! 

Sleep was taunting him, teasing him like Getaway would do with a pizza slice. 

He wanted to shove his face into something warm, curl up, and feel arms around him. Thunderclash whined and stretched, sleep wasn’t happening, great. At least he could take a hot shower and maybe drop his car off with Velocity, along with the keys, the leftovers. 

The bed stretched out around him, messy, single, it was a desert to him, a vast empty horizon. He pulled himself into a hug and sighed. Alone in the desert, no warmth, no snoring, just him on this endless mattress. 

“Why couldn’t I just be a dog?”

Chapter Text

It was only when the pathfinder lost power steering that Rodimus snapped out of his circling downward spiral, he gasped as the battery light flickered. That’s not good, with a grunt he grabbed the wheel with two hands, pressed his clutch in, and pushed the stick into 4th. The pathfinder rumbled back to life and he pressed the gas peddle down. 

Giddy he laughed and pushed his car into town, admittedly blowing some stop signs and pulling up to the mechanic shop. There he sat in his car, tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel. That was the other thing, he didn’t have a lot of liquid cash at the moment, the move took a lot out of it, and to top it all off the house had a ‘nice’ sale tag. Getaway wasn’t getting any good sellers for his taxidermy.

“It’s a battery, we need one,” He puttered and stepped out of the Pathfinder, and into the shop. 

It was shockingly comforting smelling the oil, and grease and hearing the air tank thrum as it refilled. Just like home, kinda, more like the crowded garage and long weekends. Kup would always sneak him a cigar or a beer, and Optimus would scold Kup but wouldn’t take away the contraband. 

 A few mechanics walked around, some yelled, others grumbled, and a car honked in the background and pulled out of the shop.

It was only when Rodimus whistled that anyone noticed him, actually all of them looked right up, even dropping what they were doing. Not at all unnerving, it was like ringing a dinner bell. “Erm, hi!” He waved.

Ricochet was surprised, his head poked out the oil change pit, and a smile spread across his face. “Well holy shit, it’s Rodimus,” He climbed out, wiping his hands on a rag before clasping Rodimus’ hand with a firm handshake. “What can we do for ya?”

He blinked, Ricochet was at the party, right? He was drinking a lot too, how the hell was he here, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? Maybe Rodimus did have too much to drink? “I need a new battery, mine’s shot.”

Ricochet leaned back and looked out the window, he clicked his tongue. “I might have a new one, or gently used one, it’s gonna cost ya roughly 80.”

That was a lot steeper than he liked, Rodimus chewed his lip. “Shit, uh I can’t swing that.” He whispered.

“Tell ya what, give me the keys, and I’ll see what I can do, I’ll install it for free,”

“Oh don’t worry I can put it in, I just don’t have the funds.”

“It’s cool, hey Javelin, I’m gonna step out and help Rodimus out, m’kay?” Ricochet waved, grabbing a few sockets and a ratchet, then yanking a dusty battery off of the top of a shelf. 

Together they popped the hood, changed the battery, and tightened the bolts, Ricochet whistled and poked around the engine bay. “Wow, I’m impressed, did you do this yourself?”

“My brother and my friend helped me out, but most of it yea, even rebuilt the engine, needs new spark plugs.”

“Hmmm, give me your phone.” He held his hand out, Rodimus handed his phone over and Ricochet typed in his number and contact. “Tell ya what, with snow season coming up, I could use a new tire tech, hard work, you’ll have to beef up to keep up, but if you need the pay, call me. It’s mostly tire work and oil changes, which can be a bitch, but sometimes we’ll get something a bit more fun. Just think about it.” He tossed the phone back, stretched, and spun around. “Back to it, ugh I sound like Prowl.”

“I’ll take it,”

“What?” He stopped the door half open.

“When do I start?”

“Come in at 6 am tomorrow, get a full breakfast, and bring your social, I’ll give you a tour and we can do some rotations and oil changes.” He grinned fangs peeking out. “You’re gonna have to keep up, that’s the challenging part.”

“You got a fucking job?” Getaway slammed the fridge shut, holding a beer. “You got a job? Of all the people you got a job?”

That wasn’t the reaction Rodimus was expecting, they needed money, and winter was coming up, there was no way this shabby house could keep them warm. What was Getaway thinking? He honestly thought that just skinning a few animals would make ends meet.

Rodimus took a deep breath, a part of him was livid. “Yes, I got a job, wow, shocking, we need money to ya know, live ?”

“So who is gonna fix up this piece of crap?”

“You can use a freaking hammer once in a while.” Rodimus snapped, then clapped his mouth shut, ice spreading down his spine. He really shouldn’t have said that.

Getaway’s face turned bright red, he looked like a stoplight. “A hammer? Do you think I don’t do anything around here? All you care about is that stupid dog, which ran away again. So may-”

“Tamtam is gone!” He yelled, spinning around in the house, stomach dropping. “Tamtam?” He called stomping around, yet there was no whine, no huff, and no boof. “Come here, boy!”

“Shut up about that stupid dog-”

“There are bears here!” Yea, bear, bears that had red eyes and charged at him. “You just left the door open, probably didn’t even care to look for him!” Rodimus spun and opened the front door, whistling. “Tamtam, here boy!”

“Boof!” 

His heart slowed and he sighed, watching the brushes shake as a hulking dog bounded towards him. Tamtam’s floppy face poked out as he bolted towards Rodimus, tail high, eyes bright. “Good boy-OH-OOF!” And Tamtam kept running, slamming into Rodimus, tail wagging, knocking him flat on his back. “Who’s my good boy?” He asked scratching the dog’s face.

Then the mass of the dog fell on him, all the 170 pounds, that was 170, right?

Rodimus groaned and patted the panting beast. “Good boy, ugh you’re heavy, what are we feeding you?”

He whined and rested his head on Rodimus’, his tail hitting the door frame.

Getaway rolled his eyes and stomped out of the house. “Whatever, we’ll talk about this later. Never mind how I feel.”

It was easier to ignore Getaway, simply lost in the mountain of dog hair, that was something he’d have to sort out later. For now, curling up and forgetting the world would be great.

It could be even better if you stayed in that bed with that hunk of a man.

That’s something he’d have to work on.

“Alright handsome, let’s get some rest.”

“Boof.” He panted and wagged his tail.

Rodimus shoved the mass of the dog off of him, brushing the dirt off his back. “Let's go inside, I could use a nap.”

Tamtam trotted beside him, tail wagging.

Rodimus peeled off the clothes, then promptly threw himself on the bed, sighing into the pillow. He had a job now, which was great, but that fight wasn’t right. Wouldn’t Getaway be happy he got a job?

There was a dip in the mattress and Rodimus turned to find Tamtam next to him, the beast pawed at the blankets and circled once, twice, and flopped down. Resting his head on Rodimus’ chest, his honey eye looking up at him with so much love.

“Good boy.” Rodimus scratched the dog’s shaggy head. Softly he shut his eyes and drifted off, forgetting the world and his troubles. 

There was a growl, it shook his whole body, fear jolted him awake and Rodimus sat up, eyes falling on Tamtam. The beast looked bigger, his coat was puffed up, his tail high, his ears pinned back, and his jaws flashed with pearly white teeth. Every single muscle in his body was tensed, like a spring, ready to launch himself. Ready to throw himself at something.

The world was dark, there was no light outside, and nothing hung in the night sky. All that was there was the night light in the hall. It illuminated the world in a faint pale yellow light, it flicked.

Floorboards creaked and Rodimus cupped his mouth, hair rising, someone was moving around in his house. Or something was moving around his house.

He swallowed trying to ease his racing heart, leaning against Tamtam. “H-hello?”

The boards creaked again and Tamtam’s snarl grew.

Rodimus shut his eyes tightly, clinging to Tamtam, his heart racing, sweat rolling down his back. That thing was in his house, that huge thing, Red was in his house. “Tamtam, don’t.” He sobbed clinging to the dog, his heart breaking at the idea of Tamtam protecting him against that monster.

The snarl shifted into a bark, Tamtam jumped a little, edging himself closer to the bed edge. Rodimus wrapped both arms around the dog, hugging him tight, his head was swimming. He fought the dots, tried to suck in air, tried so hard to stay awake.

“Please, Tamtam, don’t. Stay here pl-”

Rodimus slumped next to him and Thunderclash’s bark echoed in the tiny cabin, he stood over Rodimus, glaring at the figure in the doorway. He was standing his ground, ready to throw himself at the man. The smell of gun oil and powder woke him up, the look in the man’s eyes scared him.

This wasn’t safe, Rodimus wasn’t safe.

“I’m sure I can kill you without silver.”

Fear laced his heart.

“It might take a few shots of that gun, but before you can reload you’ll be dead.” He growled out.

“But it can kill you, I can kill you.” Getaway blinked slowly, then spun, his shotgun hung low.

Thunderclash watched him vanish into the darkness, he sat on the bed, heart plummeting. It wasn’t safe for Rodimus, and now it wasn’t safe for him either. They were trapped, and every single night Getaway could creep in.

He turned to Rodimus, licking his face, tasting the salty tears. At least Rodimus would survive, that was something Thunderclash could promise.

Chapter Text

There was a dampness to the shop in the morning, it clung to him, and yet it soothed him. As the mist started to drift away the shop remained, and it all seemed to give him something stable to stand by. Something he knew.

Ricochet stood outside the shop, smoking a cigarette, his eyes unfocused, glassy as he stared out, the orange light on the end illuminated his face, smoke blew through his nose. He looked like he came from hell in those spare moments, maybe he was still in hell, mentally trapped there.

“Morning.” Rodimus waved.

The man blinked, then nodded. “Morning,” He sighed and took a deep breath of the cigarette and snuffed it in an ashtray. “Follow me, I’ll give you a tour, did you have a big breakfast?” 

“Yea,” Two pieces of toast, that’s a big one, right? Rodimus trailed behind him as they stepped into the shop. Right away they took a left towards the wall.

“Locker rooms, pick a locker, no need for a lock, no one here snoops, but with your lunch you better put your name on it. We’re meat eaters here.” Ricochet nodded and yanked open the fridge, tossing his own sandwich in. “We get hour lunches, but it’s a 12 hour shift, 6am to 6pm, which sucks, but it’s only 4 days a week, shops closed Sundays unless it’s an emergency.” 

“What's an emergency?” 

Ricochet hummed spinning around, showing him the showers, the bathrooms, and the small office. “When a tourist needs help, accident or transmission trouble, I’m always on call for that, but sometimes I ask someone to handle a week or two.”

“Really, not a lot of free time for yourself, do you sleep in the shop?”

“I actually do,” He pointed above the office to a little nook. “And yeah it kinda sucks being at work all the time. But it helps too?... It umm it helps me work through a few things, keep working, less thinking.” He shrugged and lead Rodimus around the shop floor. “Pits, tools, tires, parts, oil filters, air filters.”

Rodimus took note, it was his first job in a mechanic field but it was a job and he needed money. “Where do I start?”

“Easy, that car over there? Need a rotation, I’ll help you out, some of the tools are super old and are a bit… not ‘fun’ but another word that starts with an ‘FU’.”

Rodimus left an hour ago, Getaway was still asleep, his breath smelled of beer, it made Thunderclash’s fur prickle. Disgusting man child, a parasite, something leaching away Rodimus’ life. Getaway drooled and grumbled rolling over. “-amit Skids-” His face sunk into the pillows. He was drinking more, that was either really good or really bad.

“If you hurt him, I’ll crush your skull in my jaws.”

He stocked off, shutting the door behind him with his back paw. It would be easier now, Rodimus had a job. Getaway knew he wasn’t the only monster in this cabin. And now Tamtam can vanish for a few hours and Thunderclash could get some needed self care.

He couldn’t always be a dog, that wasn’t good for him.

Right now he knew he was breaking a rule, one that every pack leader enforced since Elita.

No matter what, you must not stay as a beast or a wolf.

He trotted down the stairs, tail wagging, it was exciting, being a free wolf, he had total control! 

Not that he minded curling up against Rodimus.

Thunderclash jumped up against the door, and twisted the handle, it opened and he trotted into the forest. Slowly the cabin was swallowed by the thick greenery, and he returned to the home he knew since he was born. There was the smell, he paused and lifted his nose, smelling none other than Hot Shot. “Boof.” He jogged up towards the thin blonde.

“Hey, Rico said you might want this.” He held up a fanny pack. 

“Thank you.” He shifted and stood tall, ignoring Hot Shot's bright red face. “I need a burger or something, anything but dry food.” He stuck his tongue out, stomach growling.

“Firestar’s got a whole kitchen with your name on it. Come on big guy.” Hot Shot whistled and jumped into his dirt buggy.

His body ached and his head was starting to spin, yet Rodimus bit his lip and pressed on, rolling tires, tightening lug nuts, and to top it all off oil changes. Rodimus huffed, cleared his throat and whistled and waved, letting Javelin drive up. 

“Dam you’re really turning them out, really looks like you know you’re way around a car.”

He laughed. “Yea, I did a whole lot of car work on the pathfinder.” 

“Well,” She slapped his back. “You should go get lunch, whole hour? Run to the Den or something.”

“Lunch sounds good,” He cleaned his hands off, clocked out and walked down the Main Street strip. Stomach growling he left the shop, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and hunger, something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

The wet air hit him first, winter was coming and the thick moisture hung in the sky, winter was around the corner, and tourists were starting to leave, short camping season. Then again it was a tiny town, nothing to really keep the tourists in, well besides the bears.

Then the other beasts in the woods.

but for now winter was at least a few months away, right?

Rodimus shrugged and stepped into the den.

There were the regulars, Cyclonus and Tailgate, the cutest old ladies Rodimus had ever seen. Firestar lurked behind the counter, she smiled and waved at him. Riptide was drying off in the corner, shaking his head, which in turn shook off all the water off his body, a grin spread across his face. 

Then there was the classic raggedy jacket that Rodimus knew, Thunderclash.

he could turn around and just grab something from the gas station and go on a walk, or he could swallow his guilt and talk to the himbo. 

Yes Thunderclash was freaking handsome, the definition of ‘bear’, and to top it all off he was just so goofy. They did kiss (well Rodimus kissed him0 and slept together (only slept, clothes were on the whole night) and so what? That was it, Getaway had no idea and maybe it was best to keep it like that? Better for him.

Rodimus really didn’t want to put Thunderclash in between Getaway and him, Thunderclash didn’t ask for this. He didn’t barge into Rodimus’ life, he didn’t get drunk, he didn’t kiss Rodimus.

His stomach turned and his chest might as well be a butterfly pavilion. 

Thunderclash didn’t ask for this.

Rodimus swallowed and sat next to the massive man. “Hey-“ The rest of the words left his mouth.

Thunderclash froze, just like a deer in the headlights, half a sandwich in his mouth, the other half dangled, fangs sinking into the sandwich. “Ey -dare” He pushed out through the mess that was once a sandwich, Thunderclash held up his hand, turned around and ripped the sand in half, chewed once then twice, swallowed, cleared his throat and cleaned his beard. “Hi.” He smiled.

“Who the hell eats like that?” Rodimus spat out.

“I’m hungry!” He whined.

“Chew, please CHEW!”

“I am, I am!”

Firestar grinned and set a whole new plate out, this one was a calzone, meat calzone. “Not worth it Rodimus, man’s hungry and I’ll be honest, it’s like a national geographic here. This is his 5th plate.”

“My last plate.” He yanked the calzone towards him, then with a single bite finished the sandwich. They were teasing and fighting. It was reminiscent of old sitcoms and those cheesy romcoms.

“Nah, nah it ain’t partner, I know you, and I know that you’re a sucker for ice cream.” Firestar grinned. Did she really know him that well? Knew that he wasn’t done?

Thunderclash whined, “I only have so much stomach.”

“And??? Thunderclash… Do I need to recall your special McDonald's order?” She leaned in. Firestar did know him, knew him enough to take care of him, and tended to his needs. All they needed to do was lean in and kiss or nudge their noses, bat their eyes and they could be a couple.

All Firestar needed to do was pull Thunderclash over the bar and he was her’s.

“...no.” He shrunk back, face red.

“Good, what will it be?” Firestar turned to Rodimus.

He was thrown out of his mental ramblings, putting the boiling pot of ‘they’re a perfect couple’ on the backburner of his mind stove. “Um, I’ll have what he’s having,” Rodimus glanced at the calzone, watching the stringy cheese stretch out and out.

“Alright,” She spun around and vanished behind the bar, which left him alone with Thunderclash. 

Last time they were alone it was just them, in the fire lookout, just the two of them talking, cleaning up, eating, talking. Rodimus laid on top of Thunderclash, over that handsome mug, heart melting, his soft lips against Rodimus’. Even now his head was still reeling.

He wanted to go back to that quiet morning, just before he woke up, and before he realized what a mistake it was.

“So um-“ Rodimus paused again, Thunderclash was wolfing down the calzone, hardly caring for manners and drinking the marinara sauce, then biting a whole chunk of calzone. “Dude, chill.”

“Sorry it’s been a long time since I’ve had her calzone.” He swallowed this last piece and set it down on the table, clearing his throat again. “So, uh heard you got a job?”

“Yea, first day, Ricochet was nice, been cranking wretches all day, what have you been up to?”

“Mmmm, mostly hiking, helping some campers set up, watching some bear dens, that stuff.” he shrugged. “I’m not a ranger, but I might as well be one at this point, grew up in these woods, probably will die in them.”

“No you won’t!” Firestar called from the kitchen.

He laughed, a blush on his cheeks before shaking his head. “But that’s my day, might catch up with Riptide, he’s good for a chat. I love him very dearly and I care about his welfare, but he’s dumber than someone who recorded themselves poaching, not that he’d do that, but he’s smart.”

“I’m lost.”

“Riptide sees things in a different way, he has me rethink things from a new point of view and it's good. His life story is super cool too, totally worth chatting with him, just for the story.”

“Is he like a therapist?”

“Mmmm no? But I don’t want to see him like that, good friendships are always give and take, never just take and take or give and give. I get some life advice and he gets some mini adventures with me.”

That was good advice.

Rodimus turned away from Thunderclash, hugging himself, feeling small. What was going on with him? He got a job, and he was working doing something, and he was supposed to feel good about it, about himself. 

Firestar’s bouncy long orange locks flowed behind her, dimples and freckles dotted her face. Her smile could make anyone melt, there was a firmness to her walk, like she knew who she was since she was born. “There you go,” She set the plate down in front of Rodimus. “Eat up.” Then she turned to Thunderclash. “And you,” Her emerald eyes trailed down then up at Thunderclash. “I’m charging you double.”

“WHAT!” Thunderclash sputtered.

“You hear me!” She threw her hands up. “Double.”

Thunderclash groaned, pouting at her. “Please?”

“Sorry that doesn’t work anymore.”

The two bickered and Rodimus bit into his calzone, his stomach turning, he hardly tasted the cheese, the meats or even the garlic. He had to accept it, he didn’t have long fluffy orange hair, dimples when he smiled, or even freckles anymore, there were no sparks when he walked, no firm fire when he spoke. Why would Thunderclash even like him?

At least he had Getaway.

He could be happy with that.

Chapter Text

The morning sun was starting to peek out, pushing through the dark clouds and filling the world with light and life. The morning brew tickled his nose. New day. 

“Mm!” Rodimus rushed in, stopping at the plate of scrambled eggs. “Did you make breakfast?”

“Sure did,” He smiled, and wrapped an arm around Rodimus’ waist, pulling him close and pressing a kiss on Rodimus’ cheek.

“Ew is that morning breath?” He stuck his tongue out.

“Sure is!” Getaway mimicked him, sticking his tongue out. “And your lunch is packed too,” He hummed and sipped his coffee. “Busy day?”

“Yea, we had someone come in with a broken drive shaft and it’s been a pain getting the parts, but once we have it in, we’ll be good.” He scooped up the eggs, devouring them as he took a seat and started working on the toast. “What about you?”

“I guess I’ll check the traps,” Getaway shrugged. “Maybe when I wake up.”

“Gonna turn in?”

“You got it.” He yawned and set his coffee down, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “What pelts are you looking for? Bears?”

Getaway hummed, twirling the spoon in his coffee, a part of him was giddy, how could he not be? “Big game, bears, sure but they’ll be more of a challenge then I’m willing, but I’m thinking elk, caribou, pfft-wolves sell well, get a nice big wolf pelt.” He sipped his coffee, watching his Rodimus buzz around the kitchen, only to glance down at the wolf who stalked Rodimus. He swallowed his coffee, staring at the wolf’s honey eyes.

“isn’t it a hearty fine for wolves? I know that they’re protected in some parts.” Rodimus asked chewing a spare piece of bacon, eggs lone gone. 

“Not here, there’s a huge wolf population here, kind of interesting because we’ve been here for a few months and haven’t seen a single one. But I know they’re here, have you seen those paw prints? Huge! They eat well.” He grinned staring at Tamtam. “I wonder what I could sell one for.”

Rodimus stood up, stretched and grabbed the lunch bag. “Welp I’ll be back, it’s a long shift and Rico really wants my help, I think he’s trying to get me overtime, which is unheard of from an employer.”

“Alright, well don’t have too much fun cranking tools, I can't pay you overtime for that.” He winked.

“Really, that was such a low blow.”  Rodimus snorted and elbowed his side. “Alright I got to go, Ill text ya when I’m heading home.”

“Okay, bye, love you!” Getaway trailed behind Rodimus, stopping in the door frame, watching his boyfriend load into the pathfinder and drive off, the coffee still in his hand. He hummed as the white car vanished into the woods.  That left him and Tamtam. 

The growl was the first sound, a normal greeting between them at this point, this was every day, the moment Rodimus left Tamtam growled, flashed his fangs and puffed his fur up. 

He as getting use to it at this point, this stupid game. Tamtam was literally all bark. “I think I’ve figured you out, you’re such a cute puppy dog, you have Rodimus melting like butter, you keep him wrapped around your  … paw? So now I hardly see him.” He didn’t face the wolf, instead he stared out, all that mattered is who had Rodimus in their hands. “You can’t hurt me.”

The growling stopped.

“You bite me, claw me, well you'll have a bigger problem, and let’s be honest, you being a cuddle bug, that’s not an act.” 

The wolf sneezed.

“but I can’t stop you, not at all, we both know that.” He shrugged and finished his coffee, spinning in the door frame, letting the door hand wide open. He passed Tamtam, the dog stood to the side, the whites of his eyes showing, licking his muzzle, his face stretched out. “Well I’ve got some traps to look at. Have fun eating deer shit.”

Tamtam growled and trotted out of the house.

Getaway paused, he grinned. 

Stupid wolf fell for it. 

Step one, find his fanny pack, well his really large fanny pack. He trotted up to the hollowed out tree, shifting into his human form and reaching inside, grabbing the jacket and his pack.  He quickly washed his face, brushed. is teeth, slipped on boxers, jeans and kicked his shoes on. Thunderclash reached for his shirt, then reached again, his fingertips were graced with a soft fabric. 

He forgot his shirt!

“OH no, no no no.” He hissed, shoving his head into the hollowed tree, there was nothing left but his jacket. Thunderclash had nothing, his whole bare chest was going to be exposed, in the middle of a campground! Heh ad errands to do today, clothes to wash! A very long bath! And maybe not eat dog food!

“You can do it big guy, just walk through camps with your chest out, I promise no drunk moms or college students won’t flirt with you.”

It was a lie

“Ummm, Rico?” Rodimus called out as he sat back, his gloves were covered in dirt and his hair was pulled up in a tight ponytail. He stepped back, holding up a gear.

“What?”  Ricochet jogged up his necklace bouncing and a ring flashed. His boss held out Rodimus’ water bottle up, he froze and stared at the piece.  “No, don’t you dare tell me that’s what I think it is?”

He nodded. “They’re going to be pissed,”

“That’s going to take 2 weeks to be mailed up here! It’s not air mail, and to top it off a whole repair kit is going to be at least 5k, and most of that is shipping.” He took the piece and shoved Rodimus’ water bottle into his hands. “Fuck.”

“You said it.”  Rodimus groaned, transmissions were heavy and a bitch to move. He gulped down ice cold water.

“I’m going to give them a call, wish me luck.” He spun on his heel, pulling his phone out and dialing the customer’s number. Tapping his feet and pacing in a tight circle, he brushed his dreadlocks to the side. Ricochet was a character, he was loud, violent and was willing to fight someone at any minute. Not to mention he looked strange, then again can’t really hide Vitiligo, or how toned Ricochet was (then again everyone here is JACKED). But he never once snapped at Rodimus, or pushed him, even when Rodimus was late.

He wasn’t sure exactly what Ricochet was.

That gave him a moment, he sat back and pulled out his own phone, Getaway texted him, texted him a lot. Rodimus unlocked his phone and scrolled through the texts, then the voice mails, and, his phone vibrated, something was wrong. He swiped it and held the phone to his ear. “Getaway?”

“OH thank God! Rodimus I just got home and Tamtam is gone!” Getaway freaked out, he was panting, running? “I’ve searched the whole yard and then some.”

“It’s okay, I’m sure he’ll pop up somewhere.”

“Rodimus!” He hissed. “There are bears, drunk people and my traps. Before it’s not a big problem but now? I’m not sure.”

“Okay, uh-“ He cupped the microphone. “Hey Rico? You’re gonna hate what I’m about to ask.”

He did it, survived, which he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to do, sure a lot more kisses on his cheeks and yes his wallet was full of ones and fives, and several numbers. And the past 30 minutes he was called every name under the son, himbo, wife stealer, husband stealer, pork chop. And well his ass was a bit sore, so yes he had to use every bit of charm to squeeze his way out of the ‘girl’s trip’. 

Now he finally strolled into town, took a deep breath, maybe get some tasty food in his belly?

“Thunderclash!” Ricochet rushed over to him, yanking him down. “Dude, Rodimus is looking for you.” 

“What?”

“Getaway is saying Tamtam ran off, and Rodimus just left for the day to look for you.” He tugged Thunderclash aside. “They need to find you-Tamtam, or-”

“Wait,” He grabbed Ricochet’s shoulders. “Getaway… he planned this.” His stomach soured, it was all a trick, a stupid trick that Thunderclash walked right into. No doubt that Getaway is playing up the good boyfriend angel, at least for now, and then when Rodimus was fully back under his control, Tamtam wouldn’t be needed. 

Unless.

“Okay, where are they?” He asked, still holding onto his friend.

“By the river, Rodimus peeled out of here a few minutes ago.”

“I got a plan.” He stomped towards the shop. 

“What’s the plan?” Ricochet followed behind, grinning, he always liked it when Thunderclash got a bit aggressive.

“Easy, out flirt Getaway,” He yoinked the keys off of the rack and tossed it to Ricochet. “What do you say, want to cause some trouble?”

The mechanic grinned while catching the keys. “Oh, you’re looking for a whole lot more than trouble, and I love it!”

“Oh, one more question,” He paused, yoinking a lost and found shirt and some jeans. “Got a knife?”

“Tamtam!” Rodimus yelled, stomping through the forest, his heart racing. The woods were packed, almost a lush sardine can of drunk college students, dumb kids and worst of all wine moms. How many times was he stopped by a gaggle of giggling girls, or a frat bro looking for a toilet or a sink, they all reeked of booze and poor choices. And to top it all off his poor Tamtam was lost here!

“Rodimus,” Getaway caught up, huffing. “I haven’t seen him at all.”

“Maybe if you-” He stopped himself, hissing. “It’s a mistake, it’s okay, we’ll find him, probably eating some food off the ground or getting attention from some stoners.” Rodimus knew it was pointless, yes Getaway let Tamtam loose, yes this wasn’t the first time Tamtam got out. He had a bad habit of that. “I should get that dog chipped.”

“Not a bad idea.” Getaway puffed, a small smile on his lips. “Not a bad idea at all.” 

Rodimus whistled, catching a few looks from families and drunk college students. “Tamtam!” He called, hardly caring if anyone threw him annoyed glares. His dog was loose, again, and he loved his dog a lot. Tamtam was helping him through a lot, and was such a sweetheart!

He wasn’t losing Tamtam, so help him!

“What if we asked for some of the locals, Firestar might know, or Riptide-” Thunderclash would know. Thunderclash would find Tamtam almost instantly, he grew up in these woods, he knew everywhere a dog could hide, and he knew the bear dens too.

Then the forest rumbled, several heads poked up, turning towards the sound, it traveled up the road, up and up, along the side of the river. 

“I know that song.”

It was a long low guitar rift, it was loud and drew the attention of everyone around him, then there was the engine, 5.7 V8, diesel, 5 speed transmission. 

Whatever that thing was, it was moving fast and someone was having way too much fun.

If Rodimus wasn’t worried sick, he’d gladly climb into whatever was tearing across the land like a demon. Maybe grab a beer of two and-nope, again happily in a relationship. 

Then the lyrics started, ‘KickStart My Heart’, and the beast surfaced, wheels throwing dirt high up into the sky. It was a rusty beaten up power wagon, something Rodimus had only seen in car shows. He jumped back as the truck flung it way up the hill, catching air and slamming down on the earth, the wheels stopped and dirt was kicked up. The speakers still blasted around them, the window already down and a hairy arm peeking out.

“You asshole!” Thunderclash yelled. “I said a little air! Not a fucking airplane!”

“Oh come on! I saw it, you’re having fun!” Ricochet snapped back.

“Wanna chill there D.B.Cooper? I swear they’ll never find your body!”

“Hey you wanted to party, so I got you a party, why not live on the wildside?!”

Rodimus groaned, the song still blasted, he climbed up the truck and stuck his head into the window. And okay, great, WHY NOT!

There was his boss, Ricochet, he was shirtless, wearing booty shorts, and whatever Ricochet did, he was RIPPED. The man had tattoos, muscles and scars, looking like he just climbed out of prison or an action movie. How was he single?

And naturally Thunderclash liked to be a bit more… revealing, again. Crop stop which did little to nothing to hide his massive barrel chest, or his squishy stomach, then he just-

“Are those pants?” Rodimus gawked, staring down at the total hunk before him, really staring at the ‘pants’.

“You know they’re not.” Ricochet laughed. “Thunderclash? With pants? Trust me this man hardly knows what clothes are.”

Thunderclash’s face lit up. “I do know what pants are!”

Rodimus blinked, cutting his eyes off of the eye candy, definitely not thinking about the bunny suit. “Alright, since you two are somehow big, noisy and know this forest, I need your help.”

“Pfft, as if you had to ask, kid, think I have a life outside of work. Grabbed bigfoot here.” Ricochet rolled his eyes, grabbing Rodimus shirt and yoinking him into the powerwagon, falling ‘gracefully’ on Thunderclash’s lap. “Wanna find your poochie?” 

Rodimus scrambled off of Thunderclash, face red. “W-well yes.” 

“Hey!” Getaway’s tiny head poked over the window, glaring at the three of them. “The hell are you doing?” He snapped.

“Pfft, having a joyride and going to look for Tamtam, duh?” Ricochet snapped back. “What are you doing jackass?”

His boyfriend sputtered. “Looking for the dog?”

Rodimus swallowed, fixing himself and glancing at Ricochet, then Thunderclash and finally Getaway. This was awkward. “Thanks, um, all of you. I wish I could keep him home, tricky dog.”

“Not a problem at all.” Ricochet whistled, his fangs peeking out. “Besides, you’re a good kid, and when Tamtam first ran off, it kinda broke the town’s hearts. And well winter is right around the corner, don’t think he’ll last too long in the cold.” Ricochet hummed, turning towards Getaway. “Well, how are we doing this?”

The back door opened and Getaway climbed in, shooting a glare at Ricochet. “Well I’m tired of running around looking for the stupid dog, so why don’t we really take your fancy toy for a joy ride?”

“Ricochet, please-”

“A joy ride?!” Ricochet turned around in the driver seat, the whites of his eyes glowing, a wild grin on his face. His laugh was sharp and cut through the air like a bullet, spun around, stomping on the clutch, then slamming the shifter into second. “I’ll show you a fucking joyride you-” The roar of the engine filled the cabin.

“Rico!”

Massive warm arms wrapped around Rodimus and he was bear hugged into Thunderclash’s chest. Which would’ve been romantic. Then the whole world spun as the power wagon snarled and flew through the woods.

“Rico! Please!” Thunderclash screamed, one arm holding Rodimus, the other firmly clamped on the door frame.

“He said a fucking joy ride didn’t he?” Ricochet snapped, yanking the E-brake up and drifting the car around a turn. 

“We’re looking for a dog! And I really-REALLY DON’T WANT TO MEET OUR MAKER RIGHT NOW!” Thunderclash yelled.

The mad man only laughed louder, honking his mad max hellspawn of a car. 

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Getaway muttered, throwing his head out the window.

“We’re going to die.” Thunderclash whined.

Rodimus only giggled, his own brain spinning in his skull. 

“Where’s the puppy-wuppy, stinky, slopperly buppy boo?”

“So uhhh- Ricochet?” Riptide hung over the bar counter top, sipping his beer, the fancy beer that Firestar always had to order, the Kona Longboard Lager, stupid case that took a month to get there and she always had to order extra. Riptide was the only one in town that drank it.

“Yea,” She shook her head, long orange locks flowing around her like fire. 

“20 bucks Ricochet fixes Getaway.” Riptide slams a brand new Andrew Jackson on the bar top.

“Nah, too easy, Ricochet’s ex military, and ex police force.” She leaned over the bar top. “But, he’s a romantic,”

“What does that mean?”

“I’ll take that 20 and raise you a 50 that he’s gonna break them up.”

Riptide frowned. “How?”

“He’s got a talent, that talent is being a huge asshole.” She slapped 50 dollars down on top of his 20. 

“Will you-”

The engine floored, “What?”

“All I wan-”

It floored again, “What?”

“Listen here jack-”

Ricochet pushed the clutch in and then the gas pedal. “I really can’t hear you!”

“UGH!” Getaway threw his hands up. “I just want to get out!”

“Oh!” He yanked the stick into neutral and slammed on the break.

WHAM!

Getaway slammed into the seat.

“Dude seat belt! Are you still wet behind your ears or something?” Ricochet spun around, glaring at him. “I don’t care who you think you are, I seen some shit and you are always wearing a seat belt, in my car, your car, fuck it, the bus, I’ll find your ass and duck tape you into the seat!” He yanked Getaway up by his shirt and glared at him. “Seat. Belt!” Then threw Getaway back.

“Erm, should we look for Tamtam?” Thunderclash suggested, still clutching Rodimus. 

“Yea, probs should do that.” He shrugged, parking the beast of a car. “Let’s find your buppy .” He ruffed Rodimus’ hair, then kicked his door open and promptly fell out.

This was his boss, who was signing his paycheck, the man who was currently driving. 

They unloaded, Thunderclash also fell face first, he groaned, his booty shorts looked good. Then Getaway climbed down rolling his eyes. Rodimus climbed down and knelt next to Thunderclash. “You okay?”

He was given a thumbs up.

“He’s fine,” Ricochet kicked Thunderclash’s butt, “See, still breathing,” He then yoinked a cigarette out of his pocket, and lit it. 

“You know those are bad for you, right?” Getaway curled his lip.

“Yeah, but I don’t wanna live forever.” He then took a deep inhale, and puffed the smoke from his nose. “Tamtam!” He whistled out. “Here boy!-he’s a boy right?”

“Yes,” Rodimus snorted and shook his head, he couldn’t hide his laugh.

The four set out, searching the area, each one calling out to Tamtam. They circled and met back at the truck again, no luck, packed up and moved to another area, then another and another. They agreed to slow down the truck, call out for Tamtam and crawl through the wilderness, making a short stop at Rodimus’ and Getaway’s cabin. Each and every moment it was chaotic, Ricochet really hated Getaway, the moment Getaway opened his mouth, Ricochet practically slapped it shut. Meanwhile Thunderclash was the only one really looking for Tamtam, trying to keep the peace. At least Rodimus got a few good laughs out of it.

It was when they stopped by at the campgrounds, parking next to the pathfinder.

“I don’t think we’ll find him today,” Thunderclash frowned.

“They hell we won’t!” Ricochet marched over to a campground, yoinked a hotdog off of a kid’s stick and spun around. “I think the dog likes winners, right? Let’s go, Jackass you’re with me.”

“Like I’ll ever go with you-”

“Yoink,” Ricochet heaved Getaway over his shoulder. “Good luck finding the dog.” He called out and then carried Getaway into the campgrounds, whistling and calling.

“Huh, is that normal for him?” Rodimus asked, passing the same family that Ricochet just stole from.

“Erm… yeah? He’s being a lot less violent. I’ve seen him kick a man right into Velocity’s clinic because the guy hit his wife. He’s protective, spent a lot of time in the forces, I won’t go into too much detail but his twin is also the same way, never met Jazz, they didn’t have the best life growing up.” Thunderclash shrugged, whistling, avoiding eye contact.

“Like, an abusive house?”

“Extremely, but that’s not his low point.” 

“Low point?”

“You haven’t noticed, have you?”

Rodimus shook his head as they marched through the camp grounds. 

“He doesn’t wear it anymore, well not normally, but his necklace, gold chain with a gold ring, it doesn’t fit him anymore.”

“He’s married?”

Thunderclash swallowed and then nodded. “Was, they uh aren’t together anymore, for reasons.” He clamped his mouth shut.

He paused, that was a lot of information to digest, it seemed like everyone in this town had some wild story about them. But all he was getting was little breadcrumbs, a puzzle piece here, another puzzle piece there. It was frustrating! “So, why does he still have the ring? And why one his neck, like a collar?”

His friend stopped, the mullet bristled then stilled, Thunderclash sighed, and rubbed his face. “He still is, technically, but… He can’t go back, his old life is gone, and he’s starting over here. Yea he wasn’t exactly happy to be here when he first got here, but he’s made it his home. His-” Thunderclash spun, his shoulders falling, a cross of pain and sadness was plastered on his face. “He uh, faked his death, to protect his loved ones… I shouldn’t have told you that.”

“Oh no, thanks, I was wondering, I can’t really get a read on him. We should really look for Tamtam.” Rodimus pressed, this whole day was a nightmare! All he wanted to do was make sure Tamtam was okay and just move on with his life. Why didn’t that dog listen? He knew Getaway didn’t like Tamtam, and that he couldn’t always keep an eye on his house. Maybe this was for the best, let Tamtam find another family, instead of keeping him trapped in that house all day. “D-do you know if there’s a pound nearby?”

“Hmmm, not really, I’m sure Tamtam isn’t there.” Thunderclash passed a group of cougars who all whistled at him, some winked. “Ladies, ladies, please-” His friend lifted his arms, face bright red.

If this was going to be constant, that was a problem.

Getaway was far away, and maybe just maybe this might help him forget about the himbo right in front of him. Rodimus summoned his best Drift impression and took a deep breath, he strolled right up to Thunderclash, wrapping his arm around Thunderclash’s exposed waist, sinking his hand into the front pocket of the booty shorts. Then he wrapped around his friend, clinging to him. 

“OHHH!” The gaggle of ladies gasped. 

“Did I miss anything?” Rodimus purred and grabbed Thunderclash’s chin, making him look only at Rodimus. Nothing else, and for a brief few moments, that’s all Rodimus saw, Thunderclash. 

“N-no,” His face was dark.

“Oh he’s got a leash on that man.”

“I hope he’s well trained, that collar isn’t too tight!”

“If they kiss right now, I’m going to write the most erotic gay porn I can imagine.”

“Hmmm,” Rodimus hummed, his mind pulling on strings, how did Drift do this? How many times did his best friend piss off protestors, or pull Rodimus out of a sticky situation? “Maybe later, I’ll keep you all to myself, really put that collar of yours to work. You do make the prettiest sounds when we’re alone.”

Thunderclash swallowed, his eyes solely focused on Rodimus.

“Now then,” Rodimus pulled away, that was too much, too fast. That stupid bunny suit, his ass, the deep laugh, how cozy it all was! DAM THIS STUPID HIMBO! “Come on, pet, we have some hunting to do.” He stepped away from the camp, heart racing.

“Ye-uh- woof?” Thunderclash trotted along, all too happy taking orders from him.

It was only when the sun started to set that Rodimus wavered, he seemed jumpy, unsettled, tired. Then again he knew well enough to stay indoors when the night crept around. Defeated, they circled back towards their cars, Rodimus dragged his feet the whole time.

“I’m sure he’ll turn up.”

Rodimus leaned against him, blinking his tired eyes. “I can’t bare to see him get hurt… thanks for helping.” They neared the cars and found Getaway and Ricochet, both with cigarettes in their mouths.

His heart sank seeing the sight, Getaway had a bloody lip, and Ricochet had messy hair. So he did get his ass kicked. Good. But Rodimus stirred, smelling the smoke, he gawked, rushing over to Getaway. Like that the warmth that was by his side was gone. Rodimus was Getaway’s, as much as it itched under his skin, it wouldn’t be that easy. 

And for a moment, it was, Rodimus was right there, holding him, he was there, wrapped up in Rodimus’ arms. He wanted nothing more than to belong in those arms.

Rodimus fussed and poked at Getaway, who brushed it off, saying he wasn’t watching where he was going. Which was a lie if Rodimus glanced at Ricochet’s bloody knuckles.

“Sorry about today bossman,” Rodimus tucked Getaway into the pathfinder, turning to Ricochet.

That left Thunderclash and Getaway, the man paused, his eyes trailed up and down Thunderclash, then he froze, and a sickening smile spread across his face. The man waved Thunderclash over, he only rolled his eyes and stood against the pathfinder’s door. 

Something wasn’t right, he has a sickening feeling as Getaway’s grin only grew. “What?”

With one bruised hand Getaway reached up, up, and tugged on it. 

Fear laced his heart. He was rushing this morning, he just wanted to get his clothes on. How could he make a simple mistake? Maybe it was how Getaway was acting this morning, buttering up Rodimus, or just his dismissal of Tamtam?

The collar jerked and Thunderclash was pulled down, his head in the Pathfinder.

Hot breath tickled his ear.

“I want you out of my fucking house, is that understood Tamtam?” With that Thunderclash was pushed back, Getaway was smug, he sat there, protected behind in the white frame of the car. He knew now. Knew that the town was, that every single person here was, who Thunderclash was.

This just got a lot more dangerous.

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The den was packed, it was well into the night, the full moon hung heavy outside, and yet there was little to no party, no drinks, or hookups. They all simply laid around the bar. This crusty old bar that has been in this town since it was founded, was once a saloon, then a town hall, diner, and now it was a bar. Funny how things change, and yet stay the exact same.

He lingered in the back, spinning the collar over, and over, the tags jingled, Tamtam’s name and Rodimus’ number shone in the dim lighting.

“You’re overthinking it,” Ricochet lounged next to him, swirling his glass of water. “So what Getaway knows it’s you, and he hurts you, or Rodimus- I mean I’m okay with murder. Besides just bite Rodimus and call it good, we all see him sneaking a glance at you.” He shrugged, way too relaxed for that topic, then again Ricochet kept things hidden. 

“That’s not the point.” He set the collar down, his eyes trailing over the stuffy bar, then the photos plastered all over the walls, then finally towards the door, and the blade that hung over the door. Oddly mimicking Damocles’ blade. “He’s a hunter, and he’ll catch his prey, if that’s my pelt then fine, I’ll gladly trade my own skin to protect my pack. And I’m not going to ever force the curse on someone.”

“But you won’t-”

“Rico, that’s enough,” Elita butted in, sitting across from them, folding her arms and leaning over the table. “It’s a bit deeper than that.”

Ricochet rolled his eyes. “Sure-”

“If Barricade was hurt or pinned in a bear trap, what would you do?”

His face paled and Ricochet shrunk down.

“Yea, exactly,” Elita shoved herself against Thunderclash, grabbing the collar and rotating it between her fingers, looking at the old beaten belt. She hummed and set the collar back down. “So I was wondering, are we going to linger in the Den all night or are we going to make our way towards the saw mill?” She glanced up at him, then to Firestar.

He wasn’t their leader, not anymore.

Firestar hummed, cleaning a glass as her arms got hairy. “Your call, you three are the only locals here.”

That’s right, it was only them. Elita, Velocity and him. 

“We should get going,” Velocity yawned, flashing her fangs and her snout stretched out. In one hand she held a backpack, the other was her jacket and shirt. “C’mon, staying here isn’t going to help you feel better.”

He sighed and nodded, slipping out of the booth, leaving the collar behind. Together the three of them slipped into the back, into the mudroom and stripped themselves, leaving their clothes behind. Then one by one they shifted, not into dogs, no, their real selves, big bulking beasts.

Elita’s coat was light, and she had a salt pepper face, long flowing fur and scars that littered her body. She had the hardest change out of them, due to age and arthritis, but she was still spry. Sliver with some faint strawberry blotches littered her coat. Out of everyone she looked the most like a true wolf. Her bullet wounds healed, but at the right angle they could still be seen.

One day she won’t be able to shift anymore.

Velocity wasn’t as thin as Elita, her chest was a barrel, strong arms and back, long nimble legs and curly hair. Her snout was long, so was her neck. From afar she looked like a Borzoi, but up close she was huge compared to any dog, or human in fact. Her coat was black and white, most noticeable was the white stripe that ran up her nose. She was once the fastest hunter, when she was younger she would out race the whole pack, even now Hot Shot had a hard time keeping up with here.

Thunderclash folded his clothes into a neat pile, then put the bag on, feeling it clatter and he hissed. He opened the door and let his friends out, looking back at his pile of clothes, his shoes on the floor. Then turning into the moon light and staring up at the full circle.

He shifted, shaking his head, sniffing the air, his head clouded, his heart confused. Thunderclash trotted after Elita who led, Velocity nudged him and together the three crossed the only paved road, then through the houses, and finally they dashed into the woods.

Memories bloomed in his skull as they took to the old beaten path. His mother taking him to the first full moon, his first hunt, which always ended early for the youngins, while the adults got into the real fun. How Velocity would always bump into him and they’d race up the path, playing a game or just teasing each other. 

“Tamtam!”

Elita growled and perked up, ears twitching, she stunk of annoyance. 

Rodimus?

Thunderclash whined, then hissed and sunk back into the shadows. No, not now! Rodimus knows to stay indoors when it’s dark, he knows what lurks out here! 

“Tamtam! Come here boy!” He called out, panting, holding up a lantern and a light in his other hand.

The three of them hung back, slipping into the trees as Rodimus blindly stumbled forward.

“Stupid kid,” Elita growled, ears pinned back, her jaws drawn.

“Elita, please-” Thunderclash started.

“She’s got a point, he doesn’t listen, and is putting himself in danger.” Velocity growled. “Maybe we should teach him that he’s in danger?”

“I already did that, he’s just looking for his dog.” Thunderclash pushed himself in front of them, fur rising up. 

“He’s looking for you, his dog.” Elita said. “He’s not going to stop until you’re found.”

“Let’s go, he’ll tire himself out at some point.” Thunderclash pushed on.

“Tamtam!” Rodimus still called out.

It broke his heart, hearing Rodimus’ worried calls. 

They marched on, through the woods, up the path and towards the old saw mill. The old building stood there, abandoned, it still had paint on it, still had the blades, the stacks of wood. But if you looked close enough there were several black parts, wood that was in the fire. 

Together the three of the pack stepped into the saw mill, pressing back into the farthest corner. It was a closet, the door was littered with several locks, and Elita opened each one with the keys she kept around her neck. 

The door creaked open revealing a small shrine, candles, clothes, name tags, photos and memorable objects decorated it. Most noticeable was the massive pile of candles, some were long gone, others were only a year or two old, but there was a set amount of candles. 30. 30 candles. There was a set of baby shoes, a ripped up flannel shirt, and a necklace he had seen since he was born. Then there was a photo, hung high above it all.

The pack.

They sat there, not a word was spoken, he took off the bag and Velocity placed the candles replacing burn out ones. They replaced 6 candles, then set out their own candles. Elita lit her’s first, then Velocity, and finally Thunderclash. 

Then they sat there, not a sound escaped them.

And every year it always happened the exact same way.

Velocity whined, and sunk back, shaking and curling up. Then Thunderclash couldn’t help himself, taking the locket off of the shrine and holding it close, still trying to smell her, and yet she was long gone. Elita stood firm, clenching her jaws, fur up, glossy eyes.

There were two reasons why they never use the old mill anymore, yes it was once a hook up spot, the other was that it was a grave site too.

Campers packed up as the air turned chilly, people dumped their trash in massive bear proof trash cans, their cars were thrown together. The kids groaned and the adults hissed and wore thick sunglasses. Traffic was horrible, funny that the one stop light in town was being put to use. 

Sleeping in didn’t help.

He sent a text to Ricochet that he would be late, which Ricochet only gave him a thumbs up. Finally after the camper was unstuck Rodimus rolled into the shop, he rushed in, only to be greeted with a rather sad air.

Blues played in the shop, off of the old Ipod that hung off the wall like a prized deer head. There was now chatter, no rush.

“Rico?” Rodimus called out, passing through the cars in the bay.

“Here.” Ricochet waved to him, no smile, no trickster in his eyes. 

“You okay?”

He shrugged, handing Rodimus a ratchet. “We gotta remove the stupid exhaust to work on the transmission.”

And like that he was thrown into work, next to Ricochet who was tight lipped, the whole shop was quiet. And it made his skin itch. Rodimus has been through a few shops, and a quiet shop meant one of two things. Someone died, or he was about to get fired.

“Rodimus?” Ricochet asked, poking his head around the tire.

“Yea?” His stomach turned, drawing at straws, what could he have done to lose this job?

“Can I just-rant? Sorry my brother Jazz would always listen to my rants, or Barricade would, but here, I’m alone.” He puttered, working on the bolts that held up the exhaust. 

“Sure.”

“I think I upset my friend, I mean, I didn’t mean to, I’m new to this town, newer, and every single year, around this time everyone gets quiet. Even Firestar who mostly loves to yell and boss everyone around, Hot Shot keeps to himself, and- ugh!” He groaned, slapping his head against a tire. “I think I upset Thunderclash.”

“Thunderclash? He seems like he’s not easily upset?” 

“Mmm well the thing is that, this town has history, lots of history, just look at the den, it’s all history. So erm-” he paused and chewed his cheek. “A fire broke out, in the late 90’s, and a lot of the town didn’t make it…”

Rodimus froze, his heart dropped. It didn’t take long to put it together. The fire lookout is covered in photos, old books, supplies even the kitchen is outdated. He said it was his family’s fire lookout, it was his home. He’s young, maybe younger than me? “Oh God, did his?”

Ricochet nodded, looking away from Rodimus. “Yea, and the anniversary of that was last night. And I was insensitive with him. I know it was last night, I knew it and still I was an asshole.”

“How were you an asshole?”

“As you know, I’m an asshole, I grew up in a shitty living situation, and let’s say I don’t have the best record. In short if I didn’t join the military, I would probably be in jail. Thunderclash who is really laid back, he only has a few rules, one is never hurting someone even if they deserve, this extends to killing (clearly). Even in jokes he’s not exactly comfortable, so yea, I said something along those lines.”

“Oh.”

“But then the other thing was a consent thing, and damn it!” Ricochet threw his hands up. “Thunderclash would be a horrible mugger, he would ask to mug you. So yea, I fucked up.”

“Maybe talk to him?”

“... Now you’re really sounding like Jazz.”

“So what are you-” Rodimus turned only to find Ricochet leaving him. The front door closed and he was alone. With that he kept working on the exhaust, stepping to the side as the part fell. Their conversation played back in his head, Ricochet hardly gave off any bad vibes, he was always snarky and would use his asshole energy for good. And it was clear that Ricochet was comfortable joking about those topics, but what could he have said to Thunderclash to upset him?

So Thunderclash really was a sweetheart. 

I should’ve kissed him more, maybe gone all the way? No, he wouldn’t allow that, he wouldn’t fuck me if I was even tipsy… no Rodimus, no! Thunderclash is clearly still in love with Firestar and you’re in a committed relationship! 

Wished he never sold everything and stayed home, maybe it would all make sense there? 

It’s kind of him to look for Tamtam with me.

So he kept working, letting his mind wander as he worked on a few other pieces and then waited, there was no way he was going to drop a transmission by himself. Then the exhaustion from last night hit him, he spent all night calling for Tamtam, begging for his dog to return. He got lost, then found his way back home and slept for 3 hours. 

At least Getaway was in better spirits, making him breakfast and lunch and sending him on his way. 

It was roughly an hour after, Ricochet returned, he was excited but there was still a tone to him, he was still sad. “Hey Rodimus, I found something.” He smiled leaning against the car.

“Boof!” Tamtam trotted in, tail wagging slowly, a smile on his dopey face.

“Tamtam!” Rodimus knelt down, pulling the big dog into a hug. “I missed you so much! Stop running away! Oh you stupid, dopey wonderful thing!” He ached holding Tamtam close, finally feeling relief.

Optimus left him, Kup left him, Drift left him.

All he had was Getaway and Tamtam. 

“Yea, he’s a good dog,” Ricochet leaned down and scratched Tamtam’s ear. “And he loves you a whole lot, take good care of him.”

“I will, tell you what, Tamtam, you and I, hike? Nice long walk? Just the two of us, huh?”

Tamtam wagged his tail and nuzzled his head against Rodimus’.

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It’s back.

Which meant one of two things, Thunderclash wasn’t scared even after Getaway threatened him with a pistol, or he really didn’t care about his own safety. That was worse. 

“So,” He paused, washing the dishes, in the window the Pathfinder drove off, Rodimus just left. “You came back?”

“Sure did,” Thunderclash yawned and stood up, stretching as he shifted into a man. A very naked man, hairy naked man, just in Getaway’s kitchen. He hummed and grabbed himself a glass that was in the drying rack. Their eyes locked and Thunderclash leaned over him and filled the glass with ice cold water, then without breaking eye contact he brought the drink to his lips and drank.

THIS MOTHER FUCKER!

“Are you for real?”

Thunderclash chuckled and leaned in even more, his massive naked chest pressed against Getaway’s shoulder. “I’m very real, all 250 pounds of me.” He set the glass in the dirty half of the sink.

“Ah, really showing your inner Ricochet today, huh?”

“Hmmm, figured I might as well,” He shrugged and propped his naked butt on the countertop, his massive naked body was right there. Thigh, uhhh that thing, and thigh, all of it RIGHT THERE! “Might as well be transparent.”

“Transparent?”

“Crystal clear.” 

“I think I’d rather have this conversation with someone fully clothed.”

“Nope, so, congrats, you found out who I am, what I am, and I’m sure you know exactly what I’m trying to do.”

“Can’t I kill you for being in my house?” Getaway grumbled.

Thunderclash hummed and folded his legs. “Hmmm, that’s true, but how are you going to explain to Rodimus why I’m butt naked in your house, or why you shot his dog. But you’re also surrounded by a pack of werewolves who already hate you, the closest thing we have to a cop would be Ricochet or Firestar, and they hardly care about you. So you kill me, next full moon they’ll be hunting you instead of wildlife.” His massive hand rested on Getaway’s shoulder. “Got it?”

Fuck.

He was right, this stupid naked man sitting on his counter with his BUTT ALL OVER THE NICE CLEAN COUNTERTOP. Worst of all, Rodimus cared deeply for the stupid dog, and Getaway wasn’t a moron, he saw how Thunderclash watched Rodimus from afar. The wolf was hunting, watching, waiting, and he would strike, sooner rather than later.

“Got it.” Getaway submitted. He was powerless, that’s what Thunderclash was telling him.

Loud and clear.

“Welp,” He clapped his hands and jumped off the countertop, stretched, showing everything. Spinning on his heal. “I’m going to pee on all the traps you set out, it’s a surprise you haven’t caught anything. Buh-Bye!” He waved and walked butt naked out of the house.

Getaway stared at the door, then slammed the dish in his hands against the sink. “Stupid fucking dog.” he muttered, grabbing the sponge and pressing it against the already clean plate. “Thinks he can out smart me.” He seethed and rubbed the porcelain. “I swear if that beast thinks he’s going to steal what’s mine? He’s got another thing coming!”

Crack!

The plate broke.

Blood flooded the sink and he snarled, retracting his hand and sucking on the cut, tasting his own blood. That was the last time Thunderclash would make him bleed, Getaway would make sure of that.

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This was a shitty morning.

His day off, a Sunday, and after handling that transmission rebuild he really wanted to just relax. Maybe snuggle up with Getaway on a drive, something small, personal. But that plan was blown out of the water the moment he woke up. Getaway was in a mood, one that Rodimus really wasn’t willing to deal with. At least snuggling with Tamtam was a good way to wake up.

There was no food, which sure, it’s Sunday, Rodimus doesn’t work, that’s okay, he can make a bowl of cereal, whatever. 

So Rodimus made coffee, poured Getaway a mug.

No thanks, but okay, that’s fine.

“So, what are you’re plans for today?” Rodimus asked, sitting across from him, Tamtam came in, wagging his tail, panting, resting his head on Rodimus’ lap, looking up at him with big eyes. Bowl of cereal on the table and coffee in his hand.

Getaway glared at the dog, he hated Tamtam. He really hated Tamtam to do what he did next.

It was only a blink, he only blinked, that’s all Rodimus did. It was so fast he didn’t even realize what happened. One second Tamtam was using his thigh as a pillow, there was a yipe, something stung his arm and Rodimus dropped his coffee. 

Where was Tamtam?

He was standing, above Rodimus, and above Tamtam, anger boiled in Getaway’s eyes and his face was bright red. “I’m going to kill that stupid dog.” he grumbled, stomping past Rodimus, each step shook the house.

Rodimus forgot everything and ran after Getaway. “Please, please!” He grabbed Getaway's shirt.

“Shut up!” He yelled, chasing Tamtam.

Somehow Tamtam was faster, much faster, going into the kitchen and towards the screen door, the dog ran at the door, smashing into the glass with another painful yelp.

“Getaway!” Rodimus dug his heels in and pulled Getaway back, ripping his shirt, then he was able to push himself in front of his boyfriend, shielding Tamtam. “What the fuck?!” He yelled.

“Don’t give me that, that fucking dog has always been a problem, every fucking day! You wake up worried sick about the dam mut, you defend the thing and worst of all you didn’t even train him!” Getaway towered over Rodimus, yanking him by the silver chain necklace, their faces inches from each other. 

Fear raced down his spine, Tamtam might be out of danger, but he wasn’t. “Please, stop this.” He shivered.

Tamtam growled.

“Train that fucking dog, or else.” He snapped. “I’ll skin him myself-”

“The hell you are!” Rodimus rested his hands on Getaway’s chest, stepping back, shaking his head and the necklace was pried out of Getaway’s fingers. “You’re not going to hurt him, got it?”

“Oh but the dog can growl at me day and night, kick me out of my bed?”

“Yes! He’s a dog, what do you expect?”

“I expect my boyfriend to-”

“And I expect my boyfriend to not hurt my dog!” Rodimus stood firm. “He’s a dog, a fucking dog, are you that envious over a dog?” His hands curled into fists and Rodimus packed up, heart racing. “You know what?” He grabbed his keys, still in his pajamas, he opened the door, not once letting his back to Getaway. “You’re going to cool down, and you better have a good answer for your shit today when I come back.” he snapped and opened the door, Tamtam jumped out and rushed to the car, Rodimus in tow.

Together they loaded up the pathfinder and the engine roared, with a deep sigh Rodimus backed the car out of the driveway. 

He needed to escape, stay far away from that house, from Getaway.

“I’m sorry boy, we’ll… I’ll find a new house for you.” he sighed and rubbed Tamtam’s head, driving into town, stomach grumbling. 

“He did what?!” Firestar gawked, slapping a sandwich in front of Rodimus, then a plate full of lunch meat and bread on the floor for Tamtam.

“I know right?” Rodimus threw his hands up. “What an asshole, and poor Tamtam, he didn’t need any of that. Look at his fur, it’s covered in coffee.”

They both glanced down at the dog, who was wolfing down the plate of food.

“I’m not worried about him.” Firestar sighed, then turned to Rodimus. “He threw a boiling mug of coffee at him, then chased him around the house?”

“Yea and-” Rodimus paused and turned back to Tamtam, patting his head, there was a bump. “Tamtam ran into the glass on the screen door, poor pup.”

“Yikes…” Firestar jumped the countertop and sat next to him, pulling Rodimus into a hug. “You don’t deserve that. No one does.”

He softened and leaned into the hug, he trusted her, knew she would do what’s right. “Can you take him?”

Tamtam stopped eating, looking up at Rodimus.

“What?” 

“He’s not safe there-”

“Rodimus.” She spun the barstool so Rodimus was facing her. “ You’re not safe there. He threw a mug at you, a boiling hot coffee mug-”

“At Tamtam, not me-”

“No, at you, you got splashed,” She held up his hand which had some red marks. “He hurt you, he was trying to hurt Tamtam, do you think he’ll stop again if you get between them?”

“... no, but there’s nowhere to go-”

“The myth, the legend, the man that gets lost in a Walmart and isn’t legally allowed to go into a paint store by himself, the bisexual threat that is on the FBI’s watch list, THUNDERCLASH!” She threw her hands up in the air.

Rodimus laughed, it felt good to laugh. “Really?”

“Rodimus, with all due respect,” she rested her hands on his shoulders. “He will ruin you in every way possible, want to be spoiled, done, want kisses, done and done, you want a man to do the nastiest shit that would make a BDSM club owner blush, done! This man FUCKS! And I mean in ever sense.” She shook Rodimus. “Date. This. Man.”

“Firestar.” Rodimus undid her hands and set them aside. 

She sighed. “Sorry, but in all honesty, even if you didn’t want to date him, the man has more than enough space, you’ll be safe there. And… okay Ricochet might have a spare bed in his shop but when he hears about this, Getaway might go missing…”

“I-I don’t want to date Thunderclash.”

He was so glad that it was only Firestar and him in the den, no one else. The words sunk in and he slouched, turning away from Firestar, and towards his sandwich, his stomach hurting. 

“What?” She asked.

“I don’t want to date him, I-I like him, but…”

“Rodimus, my boy, you should date him, even if it doesn’t work out, he will treat you right, he will love you like no other person has, every single moment is literally being a pig in a blanket. He would leave love notes, surprise you with lunch and coffee, if you’re tired he’ll rub your shoulders, he’ll hold you on the coldest night and care for you when you’re sick.”

“Why did you two break up then?” He muttered, the sandwich didn’t look that good anymore, his heart hurting. He shouldn’t have kissed Thunderclash, or stayed in the bed, held so carefully, beloved for just a moment. Why did he go to that party?

She froze, her normally bouncy energy gone, and for a moment fear crossed her face. Firestar settled and turned away from him, folding her fingers and staring at the mirror behind the bar. “He… he was great, he literally changed my life, changed me for the better. I wasn’t the same person, I didn’t care for myself, I would push myself in the gym, training for something that was self destructive. I met him, and he showed me a new way of thinking, for once in my life I wasn’t a burden, my needs were put first… then we dated, and everything made sense, I changed.”

“So, why did you two split?”

A shaky sigh escaped her and she pulled her black out tattoo sleeve close to her. “I did something stupid, I shouldn’t have, I put myself in danger like a total moron. And he couldn’t save me, he wasn’t there, and I got hurt. He was there the whole time, he refused to leave my side, but I could tell, he blamed himself, even now he blames himself. He’s not Superman, and I don’t expect him to be, but he thought he needed to be. So I left.”

He stared at their reflections, feeling sicker and sicker. 

Firestar was the spitting image of a perfect wife, fluffy bright orange hair, literally should be Miss Alaska, then her laugh filled a room, she took control of situations, and was always there when someone needed her. And a good cook.

There he was. Beaten, starving, half alive and all he could think about was how pathetic he was. He wasn’t special, just a dumb arizonian man who thought it would be a good idea to move across the country with a shitty boyfriend. He didn’t laugh, he didn’t lead, and he sure as hell couldn’t cook.

Thunderclash wouldn’t love him.

No one would love him now.

A soft sob escaped him and Rodimus curled forward, hugging himself. Everything in his life came collapsing down on him. He was alone, totally alone, Getaway didn’t love him, used him the whole time and he was blind. He cut out Drift over a stupid fight over Getaway, and literally punched his best friend in the face. Then Optimus had no idea where he was, probably still freaking out like a real older brother but willing to scold him the moment they connected. Talkeetna was an island and he was stranded.

If his bank account wasn’t so low he would’ve left.

Getaway drained it.

“Rodimus, sweetie,” Firestar hugged him. “It’s okay, you’re going to be okay-”

“Can’t you just take the stupid dog?” He blurted out. Desperate to make this situation right, to make this life work.

She paused, then sighed, hugging him tighter. “Okay, I’ll take him, but-” Firestar leaned down, meeting Rodimus in the eyes. “If I take him, you’re going to text me every single day, and come in for lunch and dinner, if there’s no food in your house, there’s food in the den… when he hurts you-”

“He won’t.”

“If he hurts you, I want to be the first one to know, I’ll come running, no matter what. I promise.”

Rodimus nodded. “Okay.”

She sat back down. “Now finish that sandwich, get dressed, I have a small living space in the back.”

“What?”

“You’re going to take Tamtam on a hike. One last hike with him, huh?”

Tamtam whined and thumbed his tail. 

One last hike? That sounded nice. “Okay.”

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This was it, wasn’t it? All these months and this was it? Rodimus was giving him up, it felt weird, forgive the pun but on one paw he would have total freedom, he could do what he pleased, stop eating dry kibble, but on the other paw, Rodimus was in danger.

Why didn’t he just make out with Rodimus?

He could do that? Invite Rodimus to another hunt, flirt as if his life was on the line (in Rodimus’ case it was). It wouldn’t be too hard, this time no booze, just them on the fire lookout’s balcony, the weather is getting colder, Rodimus would be freezing. Thunderclash would naturally wrap a blanket or his jacket around them, maybe share a seat, they could talk, just a little bit.

He’d say something stupid.

Rodimus would probably laugh.

Next thing he’d know Rodimus was on his lap, again, and his heart would do that stupid flutter, Rodimus’ arms would wrap around him.

Then- no, that wouldn’t happen, none of that would ever happen. The moon would call to him, and he would shift. There would be no beer, or bourbon, nothing to hide the truth, the cold hard truth.

He was a monster.

Rodimus wasn’t.

He whined, tail dragging.

“Tamtam, what’s wrong boy?” Rodimus paused, whistling at him.

This was it, wasn’t it? Getaway won, the kind ginger before him would vanish from the town, he might keep his job for a while before he stopped showing up, maybe come in for some shopping. Then one day Getaway would leave, without Rodimus.

They would find him, the life long gone.

His fur stood up and Thunderclash stared up at Rodimus. 

“Tamtam?”

He sighed, cooling his temper and trotting up to Rodimus, shoving his head into Rodimus’ lap, whining, wagging his tail. He begged to stay here, where it was just them, Rodimus was safe. 

“Alright, something isn’t okay,” Rodimus cupped his muzzle and looked into his eyes. “You know, don’t you?... I never found out where you came from, just saw you on that road. Did someone dump you?”

His whine escaped his jaws and he pulled his head out or Rodimus’ hands. 

“Tamtam?”

This was pointless, Rodimus already had his mind set. He backed up and pushed onward on the trail, deeper into the woods. Rodimus trailed behind him. Maybe if he moved a little faster, just a trot, something to end this hike and he can vanish from Rodimus’ life.

Tamtam would vanish.

Thunderclash would slip away, fade like a morning mist.

The trees grew denser and denser, the path was thinning, it was an older path, one the pack had forgotten about long ago. Before his time, and yet, it was familiar.

“Tamtam, wanna slow down?”

There was a gentle breeze and he followed it, running through the woods, past the meadow, over the logs, and up and up. He climbed the hill, the warm breeze called to him, made his paws feel light, made him feel light. This place was untouched, un spoiled by the pack, there was no smell of wolf, only the deep scent of the woods.

It felt like when he was a pup, and he ran with his pack, when his parents taught him how to hunt.

Thunderclash was young again.

He stood, high above the town, his chest swelling and his troubles far behind him. Everything would be fine, he was going to be fine. Rodimus could sort his own stuff out, besides his friends hired a Private Investigator, they would find Rodimus soon.

Everything was going to be okay.

“Jesus Tamtam, what’s going on buddy?” Rodimus called as he stepped out of the forest, pushing past a branch.

Rodimus could handle his own problems.

Thunderclash had his own life to live.

A chill ran up his spine.

You know that feeling, that icy cold feeling, when you return to your old house, all empty, but there was voices there once, laughter, stories. It was warm once. It was like that, like wandering back into the Saw Mill, going somewhere that once held that same laughter, it was gone. It was a ghost, a hunting place. He had been on that path, not too long ago, a few years back, he would always run up, wagging his tail, barking. He wasn’t sure why he did that, maybe it was a way to hide the pain. 

Thunderclash sat down, his mood changed in a heartbeat. 

This was the only hill that really overlooked the town, it was quiet, a small spot for the risky hikers, campers, the pack would maybe venture out here every now and then. But that all changed, those logs were thrown down by him, it was a fence, to keep everyone and everything out. 

Rodimus gasped and whistled. “That’s one hell of a view.” He clicked his tongue.

They weren’t alone.

“What are those?” Rodimus walked to the side, then he was quiet. “Oh, there were 4.”

4 graves that were high up, on this lonely hill, far away from everything and everyone.

He was young, and stupid, and-and excited, he had friends, humans! Someone from outside of this drive by down. They were kids too, all four of them were just goofy kids, college students who were planning on graduating the following year, 2017. 

“Oh boy,” Tamtam?” Rodimus sat down, pulling him into a hug, patting his back. “Buddy what’s wrong? You’re spooked huh?”

Thunderclash pulled back, huffing and stomping away from Rodimus, then sat on the hill, ears pricked.

“Okay, jeez, what happened?” Rodimus shuffled through his pockets, finding his phone. “Google don’t fail me now.” He hung back, patting on his phone, while Thunderclash stood aloof, his blood boiled, and his fur stood tall. 

Rodimus didn’t notice.

“Woah, okay, new article.” Rodimus leaned against a tree. “4 college students found dead, their bodies unrecognizable, suspected bear attack.”

He felt sick.

With a snarl he ran down the hill, bolting as fast as he paws could take him, his heart raced faster than his mind. He needed to run, needed to  snap, to hunt, he wanted to be angry, wanted to tear into something.

“TAMTAM!” Rodimus screamed and rushed after him.

Why did they go on a stupid hike? 

Why did Getaway have to come here?

Why couldn’t he protect them?

He was faster, much faster then Rodimus, racing like a mad dog through the woods, panting, snarling. His claws were dull, his jaws were weak, and he was fat, lazy. Maybe if he really was a dog he would be content with his existence.

He leapt over the log and slammed onto his paws, stopping.

The ungraceful running of Rodimus followed.

What was he supposed to do now? He needed something to do, someone to take care of, something, a purpose. 

Maybe, it really was time to leave.

“Jesus Tamtam, what’s gotten into you?”

He’ll give the keys to Firestar, or Velocity, they can have the cabin and his truck.

“Are you even listening, dog?”

Maybe he’ll go north, he wasn’t one for the heat? Or venture into Canada?

“Tamtam!”

He could choose, live as Thunderclash, or be a dog.

Rodimus stomped in front of him, grabbing his collar. “Really?”

Maybe it was reaction, or he wasn't in the right mind set, but he growled, something he would never do, never to Rodimus. It wasn't a soft growl, in fact it was a deep one, a scary one, a warning. He flashed his teeth and raised his fur, yanking his head away and feeling the collar slip off. 

He wasn't a dog, and he wasn't a person. This was his home and yet he was trapped here. 

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Okay now he was pissed, beyond pissed.

Tamtam was acting weird, and thought it was a good idea to run everywhere, and Rodimus couldn’t keep up! 4 paws vs 2 feet, and one of them is a stacked muscle dog that might have been living out in the Alaskan wilderness for months, maybe years. The other one was an under-fed mechanic who’s lungs were stinging. 

“Tamtam!” He called, catching his breath.

The dog ignored him.

Beyond frustrated he stomped over and grabbed the collar, putting himself directly in Tamtam’s sight, there was no escape. “Really?”

The dog stared up at him, the warm hazel eyes looked lost, confused, scared even. He blinked once, twice then backed away from Rodimus.

“Nope,” he knelt down and pulled the collar close.

Tamtam dug his paws into the ground, his hair puffed up and he flashed his teeth. Then growled. Tamtam never growled, at least never at Rodimus.

“What’s gotten into you?” Rodimus let go of the collar, the dog sneezed and backed away, tail high, his fur still bristled. Yet the dog didn’t bolt, Tamtam’s big paws circled the small clearing, he huffed, ears pinned back, he didn’t look at Rodimus. But he wasn’t running, at least he didn’t look like he was about to flea again. “Fine, but you better not run off again-”

Tamtam froze and glared at him, only to sniff the ground and whine, then finally he curled up on the ground, in front of a log. 

“Alright, captain asshole today,” Rodimus stuck his tongue out, sitting on another log, and stretching his cramping legs. 

It was a small clearing, overgrown with lush grass and shrubbery, but there were carvings on the trees, rocks in the center, it was a circle. He hummed and kicked a rock at the center, it was a perfect circle, a fire pit. Rodimus knelt down and withdrew his pocket knife, and prodded the thick grass. Charcoal and burnt remains of wood greeted him, along with broken bottles, coins, paper, some fabric, even a thin chain. 

“What’s this?” He pulled it out, it was covered in ashes, burnt, rusted, but he held it up, a loop, it might’ve been gold once, maybe copper, now it was rusty red. A necklace, caked with ashes. He sat down and ran it over his jeans.

Tamtam growled.

“Shut up, you’re being an ass-” He looked up, freezing.

The dog stood over him, inches from his face, fangs flashing, eyes bright, his furr refused to rest.

He felt sick, very sick.

Those eyes, they weren’t warm anymore, sure they were a bit lost earlier, but now they were red. He was bigger, right? Tamtam was huge, he was always massive, but not, his shoulders were a head above Rodimus’ head.

“Tamtam?” He whispered.

The snarling stopped, the wind rustled, and Tamtam snuffed, turning away from Rodimus.

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Rodimus muttered. 

This was a camp, it used to be a camp, it was a nice one, it overlooked the whole town, quiet, peaceful. Even now it was perfect, a lovely place to camp. 

“What was this place? What happened here?” He fished out his phone again, finding the article, the headline still made his stomach sink. 

4 college students found dead, their bodies unrecognizable, suspected bear attack

Partial dental records reveal the victims, a couple Knockout 23 (nurse) and Breakdown 22 (construction worker), Leadfoot 25 (construction worker) and Dreg 19 (military reserves). It was reported by the locals that the group was in a safe camping zone. The attack is estimated May 15th (grizzly bear mating season) between 2-4am, when most of the sleepy town Talkeetna were resting. Several campers woke up hearing screams, most of the tourists traveled to the safety of Talkeetna.

Local Firestar was one of the first locals on the scene, “I heard the gunshots first, the 3 warning shots, that means one thing, help, my friends and I ran up there as fast as we could. Elita was there first, along with Thunderclash, they scared the bear off. That left us with what was left.” At this point Firestar refused to answer any more questions. 

“There was nothing left,” Elita explained, “literally, we could guess by their clothes, but-my heart goes out to their families. I’ve never seen a bear attack like this.” 

Talkeetna has an estranged history, there has always been a bear population, since the early 1900’s, bears had always been part of the wildlife. There were once rumors of other animals, but the rumors died down when most of the town moved on, the only descendants of the original population area measly 3 people. 

“I’ve lived here my whole life-I’ve never seen anything like that- no I’m not talking about their deaths!” Thunderclash who is a local, the last of his family who has lived here since 1914. “Breakdown and Knockout were so in love that you can taste it, it was gross! Every single time they were in a room they needed to touch one another, always needed to hold hands, or cuddle. I wasn’t sure who was who at first, they were making out too much.” Thunderclash laughed at this. “Then there was Dreg, now he is-was a character, this man could set water on fire, I saw it, he had the worst luck, but always worked through it. First day I met him, he got 3 flats, and was walking into town without his wallet or phone, which he left in the car. I respected a man who could keep rolling with the punches… Then there was Leadfoot-” This was there Thunderclash took a breather, his eyes watered and he asked for a moment to catch himself. 

“...Leadfoot was kind, I met him and he had the kindest smile I had ever seen, he always thought of his friends, of me, no matter what time I would visit them, he always had food, or coffee, he had the warmest hugs… He wanted to be an architect, built hospitals, homes for those who needed it. I wanted to watch him do so much good- excuse me.” 

Thunderclash at this point left the interview.

The remains have been sent out to their families, police and rangers have evacuated the tourists from Talkeetna and any other towns in this area. Rangers are currently looking for the bear. There were reports of the campers having a dog with them too, but the dog has also gone missing, many suspect that the dog has joined its owners.

“Oh,” He closed his phone and set it aside. So that’s what happened. The locket felt heavy in his hand, he shoved it into his pocket, and swallowed. Tamtam stood away from him, sniffing the ground, his tail dragged, his coat still ruffled. “Holy shit, you’re their dog.”

No wonder Tamtam wasn’t himself, he lost everything and was living off the land, he was still looking for his owners. 

Rodimus whistled. “Come here.”

Tamtam stalked over, his head low, tail curled in, under his tummy.

He wrapped the dog into a hug, rubbing his back. “Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay- you’re a good boy, I know you are… you tried to protect them- you’re still looking for them.” His eyes watered.

The dog whined.

What did they name him? 

Who did he belong to?

Where did he come from?

The dog collapsed in his arms, shaking, eyes glassy, he begged to be held, to be loved.

Rodimus was going to give him up.

He had to, Getaway wasn’t safe, his home wasn’t safe. Firestar would keep Tamtam safe, keep him warm, and take care of him. Give him a home he needed. Rodimus couldn't provide that.

“I’m sorry, you must miss them.”

He whined, looking lost, scared, he was so small in Rodimus’ lap, so confused. And now he was about to dump this unwanted dog onto someone else’s lap. He wasn't Rodimus' dog, he wasn't Firestar's dog. The dog had no owner, no true home, no where to go.

“I’m so sorry.”

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Things change, they are always changing, that was something Rodimus learned when he was young. With one swoop it was only Kup and Optimus, that was it, they moved in with grandpa and that was that. Change was part of life, it was always changing, he was always changing.

Tamtam would be fine.

“I’m sorry,” He muttered as the engine rumbled to life, he pushed the e-brake down. “I don’t think it’s fair, especially for you,” Rodimus glanced back, finding the dog laid out on the back seats, turned away from him. “Yea, this really isn’t fair. None of this is.” He swallowed and rested both hands on the wheel, pushing the car forward. “Which sucks, it all sucks. If I could be alone, all on my own, I would take care of you… I think Optimus was right.”

Tamtam huffed, he didn’t look up, instead he stared out the window, ignoring Rodimus.

Which was stupid, Tamtam was a dog, sure a smart one, or a well trained one, but he couldn’t understand english. “Yep, big bro Optimus was right, this isn’t a relationship, and I’m a fucking moron for not seeing that!” Rodimus threw his hands up, pressing the gas pedal down. “Like what was I expecting? I met him at a party, a fucking frat party, I was too drunk to even think, and all I wanted to do was the classic frat move and body slam a table! But no, some smooth talking guy that smelled like the inside of a black and white commercial with a husky voice, had to slide up to him, then we were kissing and- UGH! His breath was so bad! What was he eating? Shit? It smelled like that!” Rodimus shivered and stuck his tongue out, his stomach turning.

He crossed over a wooden bridge, under them was a healthy looking stream, it was rocky and the water traveled faster than the wind. 

“I woke up in his bed… I didn’t even know his name, apparently Drift had been calling and texting me all night, he was worried sick. Ya know, the first college party and all… I don’t remember a lot of that night.” He paused, chewing his lip, grasping at what he could recall, bad breath, slicked back hair, the shitty beer taste.

There was that pain, the deep pain in his stomach, the one that pulled at all his insides and made his head spin.

“I don’t remember anything else.” He whispered, mostly to himself.

The dog whined.

“I mean- PFFT! It was a college and frat party, so yea, I got shit faced.” He laughed and rolled his eyes, ignoring the feeling in his gut. “A bit woozy the next morning, and kinda sore, but well that’s drunk Rodimus for ya… makes sense why Getaway doesn’t like me drinking- I mean, I did kiss Thunderclash-stupid I know!” He laughed it off, raising one hand to grab the silver chain around his neck, tugging it. 

The car was quiet.

The world was passing them by, passing him by.

He said that, no one was listening and he just said that. It felt bad, he felt guilty, like his stomach was going to turn inside out. 

“I don’t regret it- No, I do, I think I do because-” He took a breath, he was about to admit this, yes it was him, alone in a car but he refused this truth. “I wanted him.” Rodimus finally said, after so long, that was the truth. He wanted that life. Maybe it was selfish of him, he already had an okay life, but that one party, with all the werewolves and Thunderclash’s tight ass in that latex bunny suit? “I wanted him so badly,” Even now that image lingered in Rodimus’ mind, how he laughed, how his eyes always met Rodimus’, how every single time they talked, it felt like Rodimus was the only other person in the world.

“I won’t ever have him, I know this-which is pathetic. I mean look at him! He’s literally the perfect boyfriend, husband even, how is he still single? He dated Firestar for fucks sake, she’s amazing!” He threw his hands up in the air. “She’s got long pretty ginger hair and freckles, perfect teeth, she’s a mean cook but has a heart of gold…” He pouted, his self esteem evaporating. “And I’m nothing like her, so yea, Thunderclash wouldn’t. So I regret it, not taking that moment, that day to just have him, feel good about something.”

Rodimus swallowed, blinking away the stinging in his eyes.

“I swear I live in a fucked up Halmark movie, on one hand I’m in a shitty relationship and I have no friends, and in this weird town with massive bigfoot monsters at night, the other hand there’s this total hot guy that looks like the humansona of smokey the bear. Worst of all, I know, and you know,” He flipped around to Tamtam who was now sitting up, making a weird thin lipped face, eyes wide, face dark, if Rodimus wasn’t sure dog’s could blush, he’d say Tamtam was blushing. “He’s the kinda guy who would… you know!” His face darkened. 

He pushed his car down the hill, tapping on the steering wheel, puffing, grumbling. 

“Optimus was right, wasn’t he? He always had this know it all big brother attitude, I mean he knew I was skipping class in high school, knew I was illegally driving, and he freaking knew that I was into guys!...So yea, it tracks that he knew I wasn’t happy, that I’m not happy. Optimus knew, he warned me, which blew up into a fight… Then Drift talked to me… now he’s engaged, probably married now.” His heart was sinking.

Tamtam whined.

“I think I ruined my life boy.” He muttered out, pulling hard on the steering wheel, the car jerked to the left, away from the rushing river. The engine roared and he slammed it into 4th, slowing the car on the dirt road. “Yea, fucked that one up.”

The dog nudged his elbow. 

“I mean, what loser doesn’t go to therapy, and instead goes on a stupid hike with the dog he’s about to give up? I mean I’m just ranting in my tiny shit box car. Who does that? I guess I do?” He pulled the E Brake drifting around a corner, the river below them, white and icy cold. 

He barked, jumping into the front seat.

“Enough Tamtam!” Rodimus snapped. “It doesn’t matter, my life’s a fucking joke and worst part is I can’t even laugh at it anymore. It's not even funny, it’s just, sad, really sad.” he stopped talking, his throat was hurting and the car rolled on, through the woods parallel to the river.

The dog whined, his fur was raised, eyes showed his whites, he was panting, puffing.

“Don’t worry, I think I can do one thing right, you get a new home, someone who’ll love you more than I can and-” He swallowed, feeling a sting in his eyes. “I’ll go back to my shitty life.”

It was too sharp of a turn, they were going too fast. 

“Fuck fuck!” He pulled the break, turned into the slide, his heart dropping as  the rear wheels slipped out from under them. His heart stopped, stomach in his throat and he turned ice cold. His butt was off the seat, turning the wheel didn’t do shit and shockingly the water looked really pretty. 

Rodimus screamed as the pathfinder rolled down the side of the road, plunging into the waters. A moving box was flung forward, slamming into the dashboard.

WACK!

He tasted blood, there was blood, a lot of blood, when did the pathfinder get another steering wheel? “Ugh, fuck.” Why was he freaking out? What’s going on? Where was he?

“Rodimus?!”

“What?” He hissed cupping his ears, might as well have someone stab his ears. 

“Are you okay?” Two massive hands reached out, they were both right hands, they grabbed his shirt. “We’re sinking and the windshield isn’t going to last much longer.” 

“Oh, okay, uh, why are we sinking?” He blinked and shook his head, hissing that hurt more then listening. Rodimus groaned. “Fuck my head.”

“You’re bleeding, but that’s okay, everything is going to be okay.”

“I guess?” Rodimus stared at the passenger seat, stated right at it, well them, there were two Tamtams, two massive Tamtams that were now bigger than him. Why was he so big?

Red eyes blinked at him, the muzzle turned down. “Okay how many fingers?” Tamtam held out his hands, his two right hands.

“Pfft easy, 6.” Rodimus winced, tasting the blood on his mouth now. 

Tamtam made a face, then whined.

“Stop whining, we’re in an aquarium, that’s not polite to the fish here.” He snapped, everything was happening too fast, he just wanted to sleep. Sleeping sounded really good right now. 

The dogs were getting bigger now, the size of a man, their bodies stretched out and out, hair bloomed, bones crunched, soft floppy ears were long and pointy. Teeth peeked out of their jaws, flashing bright white, those red eyes, Rodimus knew he saw them somewhere before. 

“Alright, so.” Tamtam gently clapped his hands, the sound still made Rodimus flinch. “Oh sorry,” He twisted and grabbed Rodimus’ seat belt, with his two right hands it was ripped off. “We don’t have time, I’ll explain later, I need you to take a deep breath, a really deep breath.” He cupped Rodimus’ face, his voice sounded so soothing.

Rodimus nodded, taking a deep breath.

Tamtam moved fast, in one arm he pinned Rodimus against him, the other hand was clawing at the back seats. “Alright front end is sinking faster, so,” He lifted Rodimus up onto the back seats, sitting him at the back rests. “I need you to take another deep breath.”

“What’s happening?”

“Nothing, it’s going to get really cold and wet, but we’re going to be okay.”

“No, no, no.” He reached out, grabbing Tamtam’s neck scruff. “What’s going on, tell me now!”

“Rodimus,” He spun around, grabbing Rodimus’ wrists, his red eyes flashing. Then he growled, not the normal Tamtam growl, then again Tamtam never growled, this was snap, he flashed his fangs. “Enough, now deep breath!”

He froze, his head felt weird and he cupped his ears, but still took a deep breath.

“Riptide you better know what you were talking about, you love to rant about shipwrecks when you’re drunk.” The wolf climbed back down to the front. “It’s already flooding in, we’re almost to the bottom.”

“Wait!” He climbed back down.

“Rodimus!”

“Please, my wallet, I need my wallet.” He ignored the wolf, shoving his hands into the water. “Where is it? I need my wallet, my wallet.”

“We don’t have time for this.” The wolf snarled, claws lashing out and grabbing Rodimus.

“NO!”

“It’s a stupid wallet!” The wolf yelled, slamming his paw into the wind shield. It cracked and water was rushing in. He growled and held Rodimus close to him. “One more deep breath.” He snapped.

“My wallet.” Rodimus looked over the wolf’s shoulder, it was too dark to see. 

“Hold onto me.” The wolf ordered, climbing up, taking his own deep breath.

He had no choice, he clung to the wolf, taking a deep breath, inhaling two scents, Tamtam’s rustic wild fur, and cinnamon which always linger around Thunderclash. Rodimus paused, turned to the red eyed wolf, his stomach turning, his brain felt like it was thrown into a sea storm.

The water rose up and up, encasing both of them, Rodimus shivered and sunk his nails into the wolf’s skin.

“Last deep breath.” The wolf took a long breath, inhaling from his nose.

Rodimus did the same.

The water swallowed them whole.

With a jerk the wolf punched the back window once, twice and it fell off in a single shattered sheet of glass. He kicked his legs out, and rested on top of the Pathfinder, which groaned behind them, lost to the river. The wolf swam, it swam upwards, towards the bright lights, Rodimus shut his eyes tight as the wolf swam up. 

The air was chilly, and Rodimus gasped, still clinging to the massive beast. The current wasn’t slowing down, they were slapped by white waves. 

“My back.” He ordered, pushing Rodimus away from his chest and onto his back. “Piggy back.” His legs still kicked fighting the current. Rodimus wrapped his arms around the wolf’s neck, he spat up water and shivered, everything was so cold and bright. The beast doggy paddled towards the shore, huffing and growling, with each powerful stroke his goal got closer and closer.

Exhausted the wolf stepped onto the grassy bed, panting, whole body shaking.

Rodimus slipped off, he then turned to the river, stomach turning, head spinning. “My wallet.”

“It’s a stupid wallet, you’ll live.” He growled, then shook his head, all of the water flying off his coat, right away his fluffy coat returned, and his back fur sprung up. 

“Its my wallet.” Rodimus stood up, then fell back down, his head was spinning and his stomach wasn’t doing too good. “I need that wallet.”

“Will you stop it about some stupid wallet, you can get a new license and your cards back-”

His eyes were watering, he shut them tight, the world was too bright and everything was happening too fast, he flung his arm over his eyes. “Shut up, you don’t know anything.”

The growl returned. “Your wallet or your life?”

“Wallet… it has my family in it, the only photos I have of them.”

The beast huffed, his shadow over Rodimus, he knelt next to him. “Move your arm.”

He did, and stared up at the beast, the same beast from those first few nights, the one that ‘killed’ Tamtam, the one that chased him back into his house, the one that hunted him down like prey. Puzzle pieces were clicking together. 

“You have a concussion, I should take you to Lotty, she’ll know what to do.” He puffed out, then clicked his tongue. “I need to keep you at rest.”

“Well get my wallet.”

The wolf snarled, hot breath tickled his face. “I just saved your life, isn’t that enough?” 

His stomach wasn’t happy at all. “I don’t care, that wallet is all I have left of my family.” He shoved the snarling muzzle out of his face. “And now thanks to you it’s at the bottom of the fucking river!” Rodimus attempted to stand up, he wobbled.

“I need you to rest.” 

“Shut up! My car is gone and now my wallet is gone!”

“Rodimus you need to sit down, lay down, please .” He reached out, gently, eyes wide with concern.

He spun around and wobbled towards the river.

There was a snarl, and massive arms wrapped around his chest, then he was yoinked up and flipped around, the wolf was done. “You’re not yourself, you hit your head and you can’t even walk! Are you even listening to me? If you go in there you’ll drown.” He snapped, flashing his fangs at Rodimus, the beast sat him down on a boulder. “You’re freezing, those wet clothes won’t do much.”

“Shut up.” He leaned forward, the world was to bright, too loud, his heart was slamming his chest and he could taste the blood, everything was spinning and Rodimus clutched the rock below him, feeling the bile rising in his throat. Stomach acid greeted him, the scent of it made his belly lurch even more.

“Velocity is going to be pissed at this.”

“You know what, I don’t care, I don’t care about this place, this stupid town, anything, I don’t care about anyone here, and I sure as fuck don’t care about myself.”

“...I can’t go back for that wallet, I’m sorry but Rodimus, maybe if you talked to them or you have photos on your phone- that’s in the car too isn’t it? You could make new memories, you have me, and Firestar, Ricochet is there for you, a whole new life here. A new family?”

He boiled, curling his fingers into fists, if only his head would stop spinning. “What, like you have anything? You’re a beast, you tried to kill me twice, maybe you should’ve? You sure a fuck don’t care about anyone-”

The wolf towered over him, eyes red with rage. “Shut up! You’re the one who was driving like a piece of shit, you’re the one who wanted to have a mental breakdown, you’re the one deciding to throw me out, like you threw out Drift, like you threw out Optimus. This is all your fault, you decided to stay with that pile of shit and all he does is verbally abuse you every fucking day, you let him sit there and drain your life. Rodimus this is all your fault! If you didn’t hit me with your stupid car then maybe you would be wasting away in that cabin with that parasite of a man, maybe just maybe you’d be happy there!”

Rodimus stared up at the beast, eyes watering, everything was too much. He swallowed, he knew what was going to happen next, what he was going to say next. “You don’t know him like I do.”

The beast leaned down, red eyes inches from Rodimus. “He’s going to kill you.”

He swallowed, and leaned in, glaring up at those eyes. “Let him.”

Claws scraped the boulder, jaws clenched tight and he hissed, shutting his eyes. “I give up, fine, you win, you fucking win! Go ahead crawl back into your grave, wallow in your shitty life.” The beast grabbed a log, a whole fucking log and threw it into the river. “Stupid, so fucking stupid!” he got onto all fours, giving his whole body one last shake, water droplets were flung out. “If you leave that boulder I’m not saving your ass again.” With that it bolted into the woods.

Rodimus was left alone, cold, wet, on a very tall boulder, and he hugged himself, eyes watering. That was it, this is how every fight ever ended, he’d let Getaway do anything. He sobbed, hugging himself, he knew what was going on, that stupid puzzle made a pretty messed up picture. “Thunderclash, it’s always been Thunderclash.”

Chapter Text

The chai tea latte tickled his nose, the coffee shop was busy, always busy, too fucking busy. Every single word felt like a punch to him, every sound every little thing only made him itch. They were early, always early, and he was late, he was roughly 30 minutes late, and they had been sitting there for 45 minutes total. 

What a stupid thing to do, hire a private eye.

“Babe,” he rested his perfect 5 o’clock shadow on Drift’s shoulder, his beard hair prickling. “I know you're worried but that’s the second chai tea you’ve had.”

He was tapping his foot, itching, wanting time to pass faster then it physically could. “I need my hands to be doing something, anything-”

“Here,” Ratchet hummed and slipped his large gruffer hand between Drift’s side and arm, their fingers intertwined, the EMT gave Drift a squeeze. “Worried?”

“It’s been months.”

“I know.”

“No texts, no calls, no email, fuck not even a letter- Optimus is worried sick, he’s been spending all his free time doing something, anything, he can’t linger in the police station all day and night waiting for any news. He’s fully fixed that whole house up, repaint, new floors, he even got the upstairs bathroom plumbing working. I haven’t seen him get hardly any rest, he’s always starting a new project when I’m visiting. I can see it, in his eyes, his movement, he’s exhausted, it’s him and Kup, his little brother is out there somewhere with some monster, and we don’t even know if Rodimus is-” He bit his tongue and gulped the hot chai tea down, feeling the boiling tea sting his throat and his eyes watered.

He wanted to kick something.

Ratchet pulled him close, cupping his face, tears were brushed away and Ratchet’s antiseptic scent lingered. “Drift, I-” he sighed. “I wish I knew it was him that night, I should’ve fought harder, maybe give Getaway a punch for you- but I don’t have an answer. I don’t even know what to say in this situation.”

That hurt more than it should’ve, he leaned into Ratchet’s touch, using his fiance’s burly squishy center. Ratchet didn’t know, at first it started off as reassurance, kindness, the blind hope that any moment, every breath that they could get some information. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and now. Ratchet didn’t have an answer.

He worked in the medical field, he worked hand in hand with fire fighters, police officers, he saw the worst of the worst. 

Looking back at their first date, Drift really shouldn’t have asked what the worst thing Ratchet saw was. There was a long list, a very long list.

Now he didn’t have an answer, there was hope, then there was blind faith. He lost his faith at the first swing, he still can smell the fresh cut grass and his bloody nose. Rodimus could back a punch. At that moment their friendship was over, all those years gone. 

Optimus called him a week later, Rodimus was gone, all of their things were gone.

Then Ratchet told him about this kid that fainted at a gas station clearly starving. 

“I hate this.” he swallowed then buried his face into Ratchet's chest. “I want to hate him, I want to sit in a room with him and scream for hours at him, at how stupid he is, how he hurt me. I want to say : good riddance, and move on, but I can’t, I literally can’t. He’s my best friend.”

“You care about him, even if you never want to see his face again, you spend a small fortune on this Beater guy. You need answers, even if you don't like them.”

He sighed, listening to Ratchet’s heart beat, clinging to him. Maybe this would give him answers, sure answers he would hate, answers that would keep him up at night, but answers. At least he had Ratchet with him, Drift wasn’t sure how he landed Ratchet. 

There was the chime of a bell and a man stepped in panting, he puffed out and groaned. “Stupid heat. There is no need for this heat, why did I move here?” He grumbled and stomped up to the barista. “Coldest shit you have, give me an espresso shot too.” 

Drift perked up, still hugging Ratchet as he peered out, spotting Nightbeat. 

The PI grabbed his drink, waved and smiled as he walked over and kicked the chair out before plopping in it. “So sorry, I erm, lost track of time,” he pulled his shirt to the side, hiding a hickey.

Great, so this man that Drift paid 100 dollars an hour just showed up after a make out session.

Ratchet hugged him, feeling Drift’s annoyance.

Nightbeat sipped the blended coffee, groaning and stretching. “So how have you-”

“Give me a fucking answer right now before I loose my cool and hop over this table and commit a war crime you sleezey pile of human waste-”

“He’s alive.” Nightbeat pulled out an envelope, slapping it on the table. “And probably in the best place for him, and the worst place for Getaway.” 

Drift tore open the wide orange envelope, he didn’t care, he couldn’t care about a cheap envelope or social grace. He froze, there it was, their photo, they took it after graduation, a dumb photo of them, the only one Drift couldn’t hide away, it was the last photo they took together. Under it was a file, basic information on Rodimus, stuff Drift could be quizzed on in his sleep and get an A +. Under that was a map, photos of random towns, reports and quotes from people who saw the couple traveling. 

Then at the end of the file was a long list of quotes, photos, names and an address.

“Alaska?” Drift muttered out.

“Fucking Alaska? They traveled all over the country to go to Alaska?” Ratchet grumbled.

“Yea… I saw this a lot when I was on the force, but once they’re out of sight, they’re out of mind.” Nightbeat leaned back in his chair, a smug look on his face.

“You said he’s safe.” Drift hissed, once again Ratchet hugged him. 

“Pfft, perfectly, that last couple of pages, that’s everyone in that tiny little town, Talkeetna, now,” He flipped the page over, there was a few photos, a sleek talk man with blue hair who was struggling to cook something, Riptide was written under it. Then there was a buzz cut burly older women who looked like she ate gym rats, Elita. Long fluffy orange hair, freckles dimples with massive fanged teeth, she was laughing, Firestar. Another women who was toned, she wore a white medical jacket and had her hair in a bandana, Velocity. “Take note, every single one of them have a few things in common,” He poked Riptide’s face first. “Mia in action, assumed dead, he fell off a navy vessel and has never returned.” Then Firestar. “She’s from scotland, long family history of hunters and she was declared dead years ago, no family, no friends. Now these two, they’re the dangerous ones, I can’t go into detail, but there’s no record of them, Velocity has a medical degree and a veterinary degree, her SSN is fake. Elita- she’s scary, that’s all I can say.”

“How is that supposed to make me feel any better, he’s in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere with criminals who don’t want to be found?” He snapped.

Nightbeat’s shit eating grin grew. “Flip the page.”

He did, and gawked, that wasn’t a man, what was that? It looked like a man, beard, long mullet hair (Rodimus would’ve killed to have that hair, or at least pull on it a bit) he had a big smile, kind eyes, but he was huge, massive, muscle, gut, scars littered his body. 

“Is that a fucking sasquatch?” Ratchet muttered, eyes gawking.

“If he is then that’s got to be the hottest sasquatch I’ve ever seen.” Drift replied.

“He’s not a sasquatch, but he is big, hairy and currently Rodimus has a leash on him. And unknown to Rodimus, this man, Thunderclash, is protecting him. He’s got the whole situation under control.”

She flipped through her old photos, it was a pattern that she had, a pity pattern. When she was in high school she used to go through her family photos, the hunts with her mom and dad, the Thanksgiving she had at the Den. Those were cherished memories, ones that were long gone, dusty in her mind, but still lingered like ghosts.

High school was tough, at least she wasn’t alone, she had her childhood bestie, Thunderclash by her side. It was a drastic change for them, home schooling, then a violent change to public high school. They were both going through the worst. 

They were 14.

They saw that when they were 14.

They lived through that when they were 14.

They were orphans when they were 14.

Elita took them in, she protected them, got her scars, scared away the hunters. Then it was only them, the 3 of them, she did the best she could with what she had. Suddenly being a parent again after the worst tragedy that struck the town was jarring. 

Velocity tugged her mind away from it, away from the fire, the screams, gun shots, everything. Instead she focused on other memories, less painful ones.

College was different, a whole challenge for her, new habitat, new people and a whole new culture. Gone were the lazy quiet mornings, the rich forest, the instant support of her family. 

She made a friend, Nautica, they met in class, she made a dirty joke and Velocity spat water through her nose. They became study buddies, college friends, then outside of college friends, then they were roommates. 

Then something else.

It was a photo of them, close together, on her dorm mattress, messy hair, flustered faces, Velocity might’ve crawled out of the trenches, but she was smiling. Nautica was laughing, her laugh still echoed in Velocity’s head. 

It was good for a few years, then there was a new transfer, he was kind, welcoming and became friends with them. Velocity saw it, she saw what was happening, but she saw how happy Nautica was, so she let it happen.

They weren’t official, far from it. 

So it was a party the next day for her graduation. It was surreal seeing someone you loved making out with your other friend at a frat party. On one hand it hurt, it stung more than the silver bullet she took when she was 14.  The other hand she was happy, she saw how happy Skids made Nautica. So she kept slinging the drinks, watching them get all handsy, at least Swerve was a good person to distract her. 

The next day she graduated, packed everything up, signed some paperwork and left. 

She never saw Nautica again.

At least the memories were warm and fuzzy.

“Feeling that Chappell lyrics today.” Velocity blinked her tears away, that was a life she’ll never have, so why dream about it?

There was that scent, wet dog, and blood. Her hair prickled up, that’s never a good sign, then there was the gasps and yelling. That was even a worse sign. 

Velocity perked up and set her phone aside, she cleared her throat and sniffled down everything. She had a job to do, she went to medical school for this, for her pack, for her family. Emotions can wait, her own needs could wait, her family came first.

She poked her head out.

She might’ve just made the grossest sound.

“A furry!” A teeanger ran up to Thunderclash, holding an icee. “No way, how did you get the eyes to glow like that?”

“Erm, LEDs.” Rodimus smiled. “Took all summer to get them to move too, hehe.” Thunderclash’s paw rested on his shoulder, and Rodimus held the massive paw. “Very proud of this guy, just cleaned him up.”

“Woah! He’s so fluffy!” A little girl ran up and pulled on his tail.

Thunderclash’s face scrunched up, fangs flashing. He was on edge, which walking around like that made sense, but Rodimus knew now. That wasn’t good.

How much did he know?

“Nope,” Rodimus spun around, he staggered, his head moved in a strange way, he quickly grabbed the girl. “Sorry, no touchy, please I just cleaned him.”

Well besides that Thunderclash was walking naked, besides his collar (furry blogs will love this), something was wrong with Rodimus. 

The blood smell was coming from him.

Velocity growled, she pulled her hair up, and stared at her reflection, summoning her best resting bitch face. She took a deep breath and stomped out. “Excuse me!” She snapped.

The ginger man winced his eyes, watered and cupped his ears, naturally he clung to Thunderclash’s paw. A lifeline in a sense.

That’s not a good sign.

The crowd paused, turning towards her.

“Do you know who dumb you two are?” She hissed, glaring at the gawkers who backed away, thankful for her tall statue and muscular build. “Sure it’s cold but being in that suit, here? 5 minutes in the sun is going to cause a heat stroke and you know it.” She rushed over, wrapping her arm around Rodimus’ back, then grabbing Thunderclash’s hand. “Inside now, you’re both in trouble.”

With that she rushed them inside, shut the door and closed the blinds.

“Thank you.” Thunderclash refused to leave Rodimus’ side, kneeling down and pushing his bangs out of the way. His eyes twitched, inspecting Rodimus, dissecting him for anything, only to blink and turn away as Rodimus ignored him.

“What happened, he reeks of blood and you smell like-” She leaned in and sniffed his coat. “The river.”

“I’ll tell you in a minute, he got a concussion. Slammed his forehead into the steering wheel.”

“A concussion? Into the exam room.” Velocity stomped over, opened the door and flicked the lights on.

Rodimus wobbled, Thunderclash offered his hands out, asking to pick him up. The man hissed and pushed off of him, pridefully stumbling into the exam room. Thunderclash’s ears were pinned down and he spared a glance at Velocity.

“Close the door.” She called out, taking the judgement call, she’ll handle Rodimus and Thunderclash can get a breather. 

The door was shut and Thunderclash stepped away, his shadow vanishing down the hall, towards the breakroom, where she had extra clothes. 

“What happened?” She asked, opening his eyelids. 

“Crashed the car into the river, found out my dog, that beast in the woods that tried to kill me is Thunderclash, had a shitty day.” Rodimus muttered.

“Yea, that’s a shitty day,” She hummed. “Tell me more about it.” she spun around and grabbed him some sunglasses.

“Who fucking does that? Like how would you feel if I was naked in your house and got belly rubs from you all the time?”

“Yea kinda creepy…” She fought the urge to defend, it was best to not get Rodimus too excited. “What else did you two do?” she poked his head, glad that there were no broken bones, maybe his skull was a bit bruised, his nose was crooked. That old Pathfinder had no airbags.

Normally this wouldn’t be too much of a problem, how many times did she pull Ricochet from a car or found Hot Shot half crispy? There was no sweat with them, but this was a human, a small fragile human that wasn’t eating right, emotionally vulnerable, and was in an abusive relationship.

And something told her that Thunderclash wasn’t going to return to Tamtam’s roll as the supportive plucky dog. 

“We hiked, and he was being an ass, but-the graves, we saw some graves, and I was reading an article about it, a bear attack. He got quiet, grumpy even- you know what happened didn’t you?”

Her heart might as well be on the floor, she pulled away and bit her lip, feeling as if the world stopped spinning, that someone pressed a rewind button and she was there, once again, at that camp. 

Leadfoot.

Velocity swallowed, she grew cold, she remembered that week, that was one of the worst weeks in her life, seeing her bestie, the closest thing to a brother she had gone through. Watching him slip inside himself, watching him change, and finding Firestar like that afterwards.

That wasn’t Thunderclash.

That wasn’t the Thunderclash she grew up with.

“Let’s not talk about that.” She cleared her throat, turning away, he needed ice, it was swelling. “Anything but that .” 

“Did he do it?” He stared at her, unblinking.

In one flash it came over her, the ice pack split open and spilled onto the floor, her whole arm was hairy, claws out. Her fangs peered through her lips, she snarled and wanted nothing more than to lash out. She wanted to spin around and tear his head off, snap his stupid neck in her jaws, watch the life bleed out of his eyes. 

But that wasn’t Velocity, and this wasn’t Rodimus.

Just like that wasn’t Thunderclash.

“No.”

Rodimus showed no reaction, the glasses hid his eyes. “He didn’t kill them?”

“No, he didn’t, he would never hurt a fly.” 

“... Their bodies were mangled beyond recognition.” He pressed.

“Rodimus, please,” he wasn’t himself, not now the concussion was making him irritable, grumpy and he really wanted to pick a fight. He needed to rest, but keep his mind working. 

“Fine.”

She threw the ice pack away, cleaned her hand and got a new one. “Hold this to your face.”

He did what he was told. “So, what's the treatment?”

She took some notes, recalled her schooling, and sat back. “Well since you're anorexic, I need you to start eating healthy and normally, I also need you in a relaxed, comforting place where your brain can recover and there’s no stress.”

“So you’re sending me home?”

“No, if I send you home now I know you’ll collapse and you won’t be able to get back up…” What was the most relaxing but stimulating place? She couldn’t leave him with Thunderclash, her bestie was hurting if he saw Leadfoot today. Firestar’s place was too busy and knowing Firestar she would snap at him. Then Ricochet’s place was a strong nope, Ricochet had his own problems and he would do far worse than Firestar. Riptide would be relaxing and pretty good to stimulate, but he had no idea how to handle this.

Photon, nope too much junk food.

Hot Shot, no way, his crush on Thunderclash and Rodimus’ mental state would be a bad mix.

“Well doc?”

She groaned and rubbed her face. “You can crash with me, seeing that you don’t have health care, I’ll take my payment not in cash but in you doing chores for a few days?” 

“...Fine.”

And now she has a roommate, one that was going to get under her skin, and she might have to deal with Getaway. They made the arrangements, she already had a few spare things lying around and Rodimus could sleep in scrubs. 

Velocity checked her phone, reading a single message from Firestar.

He’s here, he’s not doing okay. Thank you for handling Rodimus, where is he staying?

He’ll be with me for a few days. How bad was he?

She hesitated, looking at the texts, then sighing, it was the right thing to do, maybe this might soothe Rodimus’ temper. “Did you want to text him?”

“I should.” With that she gave Rodimus the phone, and started to pack up a few things, she needed some time to prepare the guest room, and hopefully she would have enough in her fridge for a small dinner.

Maybe it would be nice to not be alone for a while? Then again her house was always meant for a big family. A larger family. 

“I uh, texted him.” Rodimus handed the phone back to her.

Velocity took it, then stared at the screen, she wanted to throw the phone. Getaway’s number stared back at her, it was mocking, like a mouse you couldn’t kill, even if you tried everything you could, he was still there.

Now he had her phone number. 

“Let’s head home, and get something to eat. Steamed carrots sound wonderful.”

It was dark now, the clinic was closed up, Thunderclash was long gone, no goodbyes, just left.

“I’m sorry Thunders,” She muttered, hugging herself. “Please don’t let history repeat.”

Chapter Text

He’s… Not good.

That was the morning text from Firestar, the reason her phone even had its alerts on, waking her up with a cheerful ‘Dammit Jim’, then again she picked her childhood crush for a reason. Velocity groaned and sat up clutching her phone in her lap, she leaned over and pushed herself to the headboard, feeling the slight chill in the air. She read it again, and sighed.

Like, eating junk food bad, suddenly being able to find his way bad, or lost in the woods bad?

Maybe it was stupid to have a snarky attitude, but it was better than dread, anything was better than that cold numb feeling deep in her chest.

The chat bubble popped up, the little animation flicked on her screen, then the message came through.

Thunderclash crashed the night at the bar, and I got some information out of him, he’s not feeling well, and you can tell he’s stuck in his own head, again. This morning I made him breakfast and he didn’t eat it, which is a huge red flag, then Riptide came in trying to cheer him up, give him weird knowledge or ramble about a story. Thunderclash snapped at him, red flag number two, seriously Thunderclash, raising his voice towards his friends? Strike three is what really scares me, he just left, not a word, just stood out by the back door looking towards the sea for a moment, shifted and left. He always says goodbye. 

Her heart sank, and she shivered feeling the cool wilderness air, she blinked the hot tears away and read the message again. They were losing him again, she was losing her best friend, her family, her only brother.

Thank you for handling him, I’m not sure he’ll show up here, or back home, just stay away from him unless you know for sure he’s there. I can’t see you get hurt again.

Stupid cycles, she hated this, hated that every single time something good was happening, that there was the sun just around the corner, it came crashing down! Childhood, teenage years, college, adult life, and now this? 

She never considered being a werewolf was a curse, she loved it, loved hunting, running around, being part of the pack, all of it! But this was the curse, every single time life was going great, or semi-great, this would happen.

“Maybe this is a curse.” Velocity muttered, she had thought that for years. With that thought heavy in her head, even if the world was burning down around her, she would still get out of bed. Velocity grumbled and ripped the blankets off, and stretched, slipped her slippers on and threw on her robe. 

She had a patient to handle.

First things first, healthy breakfast, so that meant eggs, no bacon, shame, the bean salad she made two days ago, and some slow smoked salmon. Thinking of that salmon made her mouth water, smelling it made her drool. She threw the eggs and salmon in a pan, grabbing some seasoning and tossing that in as well. The smell, it made her stomach growl, her fangs peeked out and she felt the first lines slipping through her mouth.

“I guess that proves it.”

Velocity gulped down her saliva and stood back, holding the spatula in her hand, jabbing it towards Rodimus. “You scared me!”

He blinked and rubbed his head. “Please, no yelling.”

“Sorry,” She spoke softly, returning to her post. “Mind grabbing some plates, and pour some of the bean salad in?” She pointed to the cabinet with the plates.

“No coffee?” He grumbled and grabbed 2 plates out, setting them down and working on the beans.

“None, at all, coffee will dehydrate you, and that’s really not what we want, just plain old water for you, we need your brain to make a speedy recovery.” She filled the plates and shoved Rodimus’ his.

Together they sat at the table, the messy unkempt table, it was long. A huge dining room table, the kind that you would only see in cheesy holiday movies, where the father figure protagonist makes a toast. The protagonist would then ramble about all the hardships of the misadventure he struggled through before cutting the turkey, then comedic theming would rear its head again.

This was not the same table, long gone were the days of extravagant feasts, or heart warming chatter, there was no family in this house, no memories were being made. This is the first time she fully sat there and had a meal with someone else in over 10 years.

They ate, no sound, just the normal clatter of silverware and chewing. 

“Kinda a big house.” Rodimus muttered out.

She nodded, eating her salad.

“Family house?”

She nodded again, blinking more and more at her beans, it didn’t do any good to linger on it, linger on the ghosts in this house. The laughter that used to fill the halls, the stories, how her dad would always fight with them, or how her mom loved to bake bread and garden. They loved to play tag, or hide and seek, she always lost, her brothers always won.

“...Is he okay?”

Velocity froze, then set her fork down, not even the smoked salmon could make her eat. She stared at it, she wanted to poke it, she wanted to throw up everything that she just ate. “I don’t know.” She hugged herself.

“Why did he do it?” Rodimus asked, his head poking out over the pile of worthless crap on the table. 

She swallowed. “He’s always been protective, since where were pups, he was a big pup, only one of his litter, I was the runt, I was always left behind, but he would stay behind with me. I think that started when we were little, but it got worse, the stupid man would throw himself into traffic to save a kitten, or yell at a moose so it would charge at him and not the family. He wants to help, always had, always will.”

“I didn’t need help.”

She bent her fork back. “Maybe you didn’t, maybe you won’t need anyone at all, and maybe in a few months this will be just a weird Halloween story to tell your friends. But he thought you needed help, and yes it got out of control, and I agree, lines were crossed, but-he care-he wanted to care.”

Rodimus sunk back down behind the pile of crap, eating.

Velocity stared at her food. 

“For what it’s worth, he was a good dog.” Rodimus said, taking another bite. “Never dragged his ass on the carpet.” 

She snorted, and finally bit into the salmon, savoring the taste, it was good, rich and she wolfed it down. 

62 degrees, it was a nice cool 62 with a gentle breeze, it was fall, the trees started to change color, and people seemed to lounge around on their decks and have cookouts again. Then again there was no snow, barbeque was a way of life here. Right now a nice grilled artichoke sounded great, it made his mouth water and yes he deeply enjoyed peeling each pedal off and using his teeth to get the ‘meat’ off the veggie. 

He knew this house since he was 10, he would bike over balancing cool sodas in a plastic bag, whistling. Rodimus would perk up and run out, jumping onto his own bike before they made their way to the creek. 

Things had changed, a lot had changed, Rodimus grew up, so did he, Rodimus went to college, Drift went to a trade school, Rodimus dropped out, Drift owned his own AC company, Rodimus returned home…different.

He remembered the first time meeting Getaway, and to this day it made his stomach turn. And Drift hated coming over then, hated the glares, hated every moment around that man.

Drift mostly hated how a place he used to call home was no longer his home, and his best friend was someone else.

As the sun set there was no white pathfinder, no chaotic conversations being yelled out, no sudden sock tag games. But the house stood there, it was still there, waiting. 

Things change, as much as he wanted them not to change, they changed, and would change again, and again, and again. 

Drift parked, taking a deep breath before opening his door, grabbing the file, and dragging himself up towards the welcoming red door. Then he froze, staring at the tucson red, from Benjamin moore, there was no deeper meaning to this red, it was a color, one that took Kup, Optimus and Rodimus 5 hours to decide on. 5 grueling hours of being in a paint store when he didn’t have a phone and he could only distract himself with paint rollers for so long, at least it was fun making a little cabin out of the stir sticks. 

There was a huff as the door pushed back, away from him, Drift perked up as the inner door was opened, then the outer door. 

“WE FORGOT THE CAR COOKIES!” A little girl yelled into the house, satin red hair that puffed out like cheerleader’s pom poms, darker skin, she was dressed in a yellow onesie. She slammed the door against Drift who was shoved into the brick. “Oh!” She stared up at him with wide blue eyes.

“NOT THE CAR COOKIES!”

Drift smiled, he knew that voice, and he knew what was going to happen next, holding onto the red door’s handle. He was going to savor this.

Optimus, this man, this grown adult man , barreled out of the house like a freight train, now he wasn’t going to mow the poor girl down, hardly, it didn’t matter how big or small the person was, Optimus knew what to do. He scooped her up, threw his back onto the grass, sledding down the front lawn and coming to a stop a few feet from the sidewalk. 

The girl screamed then punched him in the shoulder. “That was rude!” She snapped, punching him again.

“I had to!”

“I’m too old to be thrown around like that!”

Optimus laughed and shook his head, then promptly grabbed the girl’s fluffy head of hair and tossed her off, and into the grass. “The first car cookie is mine!” He jumped up and ran towards his truck.

“No fair!” She got to her feet and ran after him, grabbing his jeans belt loops and digging her heels in. Her face turned bright red but she yanked with all her might, slowing Optimus.

Which that was a first, not even Rodimus would ever win the famous car cookie race, Optimus was slowing down or playing along, or just maybe this girl was stronger then she looked? But she was cunning, more cunning than Rodimus, she shoved her foot into the back of his knee, Optimus fell, and she ran to the truck. She climbed up the door and pulled on the door handle.

It didn’t open.

Optimus was laughing, it was a true laugh, the deep one that thundered but then it turned to a wheeze as he lost his breath. Dramatically, he rose up, looking right at her, then out of his jean pocket he held it up like a bolt of lightning from Zeus. 

The key fob.

“I win.”

“NOOOO!” She snarled and pulled on the door handle in frustration.

Optimus chuckled and scuttled over to his truck, prying the child off. “Sari, can you get the door, please-” he paused, holding the cookie tray.

The door was still open, Drift stood to the side, a smile on his lips. “Hi Prime Rib.” He waved, smirking at the shitty nickname, he’ll never let Optimus forget the grill fire and the waste of 70 dollar ribs.

“Drift! Make yourself at home-pfft what am I saying- it’s your home too!” Optimus held the cookie tray in one hand, before hugging Drift. “It’s good to see you.”

Optimus sure had changed, but his hugs didn’t, they would never change. The three went inside, Drift kicked his shoes off and set the file down on the island. Optimus set the cookies down and pried off three, handing the first to Sari, the second to Drift and admittedly the largest and third for himself.

“Who are you?” Sari stared at him, gnawing on her cookie. “Why is your hair so long?”

“Sari, this is Drift, he’s a family friend, Drift this is Sari she’s uuuh-”

“My dad likes Mr.Prime, like a lot, so I’m spying on him to see if he’ll treat my dad right.” Sari grinned.

“Yea,” He snapped and pointed at Sari. “I’m babysitting her until her dad picks her up.” He whispered, hiding his red cheeks behind the large cookie. 

“Okay, so that comment about her dad liking? I’ll just ignore that.” He elbowed Optimus.

“Alright, Sari, it’s 6pm, your dad’s going to be here any moment, mind getting all of your stuff together and I’ll throw in an extra cookie or two?” He knelt down.

“Make it three and we have a deal.” She shoved the rest of her cookie into her mouth.

“Deal,” They shook hands, Sari bolted off, leaving them alone in the kitchen. Optimus sighed and finished his cookie, promptly grabbing another, he had more of a gut, bags under his eyes, a line of white and silver in his hair. Optimus flopped into a chair and propped his feet up. “Hi Drift.”

He joined Optimus, picking up the folder again, and sighing. “Hi Optimus, I know what you’re going to say, and-”

“Yes I’m angry that you threw this money away on some private eye to do all this.” He slumped, rubbing his forehead. 

“I’m a business owner, my retirement is already set up and my stocks look good, if Ratchet wasn’t so good at his job he would be a cushy sugar baby. Now we’re not having his conversation again. Read the file.”

Optimus opened the folder, and froze, he saw the photos, read the summaries, the maps, Elita, Velocity, and- “What is that thing?” He flipped over the photo of sasquatch. 

Drift grinned and leaned over the table, smugly cupping his chin in his hand. “That, my good sir, is Rodimus’ ‘guard dog’, what Nightbeat explained to me is,” He pointed at the photo. “This complete unit of a man knows the whole situation, he knows everything, the whole town knows everything. Rodimus cries wolf, and the town will skin him alive.”

The man stared at the photo, then at Drift, then back at the photo. “Holy shit.”

“I know right?” He grinned. “The moment Getaway is out of the picture, imagine that thing in your house, then Sari’s dad would have a challenge.” He winked.

The red returned with a revenge, Optimus’ cheeks lit up and he cleared his throat. “Wait, let me get you a drink.” 

The cold glass of water stood before him, the ice clinked against the glass.

Okay so things had changed, Optimus was doing better, Kup was okay, sounded like he was snoring down the hall. But something else had changed, there was something else, sure Optimus always played a bit rough with Rodimus when they were younger. Rodimus was gone, and Optimus was a shell of himself without his little brother. For months Optimus was a mess, he worked on the house, picked up extra shifts, and helped Kup when needed. 

Now he almost was his bright self again, perky, laughing, making car cookies, he always made the best cookies.

Optimus grabbed another cookie and held it in his mouth while reading, lips curling up in a knowing smirk.

The door lurched open, there was a stomp, the stomp that shook the floor and someone stood in the doorway. There was a man with long silver hair, an open white shirt, boulder shoulders, he was grizzled, intimidating. He towered over everything, smelled of gun oil and fire. His eyes cut across the room and he pinned Optimus down.

Was that the grim reaper?!

Optimus sat there, cookie still in his mouth.

The man gruffed, setting his bag down and stomping towards Optimus, blocking out the light, with one hand he grabbed Optimus’ collar, pulling him up with ease, their faces were inches apart. Fangs peeked out and bit into the cookie, taking half of it. His other hand snaked down and cupped Optimus’ butt. He finished his cookie, looking deeply into Optimus' eyes. “Nice dough.”

Then as if he didn’t just come in, and tease the poor man, he spun around and offered his hand to Drift. “Megatron.”

He took it, feeling a grip tighter then stone. “Drift.”

“Dad!” Sari yelled at the top of the stairs.

The mood changed, like a light switch, Megatron spun, a grin spreading on his face. “Sari!” 

Sari stopped at the end of the stairs, made eye contact with his dad, then ran, Megatron chased her, both laughing. Drift watched the father and daughter, confused at everything he was watching, it was rough housing for sure, and Sari was putting up a good fight, that was until Megatron threw her onto the couch.

“Is this normal?” He whispered.

Optimus nodded as a pillow was flung. “They’ve broken 3 lamps, the tv, a book shelf and that couch has at most another year left in it. They’re like two massive boulders, like football players, or bulls.” he smirked. “I thought I was rough, I’m surprised that they haven’t broken a window yet.”

Drift gawked at the sight, it was like seeing dogs play fighting, it reminded him of going to shelters and seeing the puppies with their moms playing. “So…that’s the dad Sari is spying for?”

“Yea.”

Megatron laughed and lifted his daughter up with one hand then spun her around and threw her into the couch, then promptly grabbed a pillow and sat on her. Sari wiggled out with a gasp, then growled and shoved her hand into his pocket, grabbing a pack of gum, shouting she has victory. 

“Optimus, you have to lock him down, that is a man who is going to be all sorts of nasty. I have no idea what his ex looks like, wait if he is married? Who is Sari’s mom?”

Optimus leaned over the table. “I wouldn’t worry about mom… let’s say, mom is more of a tomboy.”

He paused, glanced at Optimus, then at Megatron, then back. It felt like rubbing two rocks together, trying to power a whole nation with two stupid rocks. He scraped, slammed, then with a flick there was a spark, his eyes lit up. “Oh shit.”

Optimus’ face was cherry red. 

“... With all respect, give Sari a little sibling.” 

“Drift-”

“I heard that!” Megatron snapped, as Sari climbed out from under him giggling, all the way across the living room, hall and kitchen into the breakfast nook. Holding her package of gum high above her head. Megatron heard that. 

Good hearing.

Drift leaned over the table, grabbed his glass of ice cold water and sipped, he’ll make a recommendation for Optimus to visit Ratchet, the man’s pelvis can only handle so much pressure.

The house was shockingly larger on the inside, well it was larger, minus the endless piles of crap that littered it. The outside looked like a small cottage with a whole conservatory on the side, which was always cleaned, but cluttered. There was a coldness to the house, it was bleak. 

It was a stark comparison to the little clinic Velocity spent her days in.

There was a den, which was fully furnished, but again covered in papers, photos and clothes except one little area on the sofa, the corner, which was dangerous considering that there was a wood stove there. Next to the den was the kitchen, which was small, but seemed to house more than enough supplies, if he didn’t know any better she was stocking up for winter. Worst of all was the dining room, with the long table, the table that held the most paperwork, the clutter was taller than him, he had to stand to look over at Velocity. 

Rodimus paced the house, it was strange to him, this house was supposed to be warm, with wood paneling, soft carpet, dream catchers and okay lava lamps (totally cool), but it wasn’t warm. It seemed lonely. 

But whoever made the bathroom yellow? Not just a soft pastel yellow. The tile, the curtain, the ceiling the tub, the fucking sink, it was all piss yellow.

Fuck you.

That yellow should be banned from any paint store. 

Just looking at it made his head hurt.

There was a hall, a long hall that led through the whole house, when you opened the front door, there was the den to your left, the kitchen to your right, the god awful bathroom in front of you, and closed doors.

Velocity was digging up something from her car. So he took this rare chance to explore, to understand. It might be a bit creepy going into someone else’s house, but in a way it excited him, thrilled him, it was a rare peek to see how others lived. 

This wasn’t that exciting, it seemed isolated.

There were 5 doors, the first seemed banged up, a few scuffs, he glanced around, no Velocity, then with a twist of his wrist he opened it. It was a boys room, small, a bit too small, but blue walls, hockey supplies thrown about, retro toys, and huh pokemon cards. On the dresser was a photo, a small photo with a small candle. It was a boy, bright blue eyes, soft platinum blonde hair, he was smiling, missing a few teeth. 

He shut the door and stepped back.

No Velocity.

Rodimus spun around and opened the next door. 

Another boys room, green walls, a shelf full of bug books, boys life, and a lot of boy scouts stuff, there was a pressed uniform that hung on the door. The bed was twin sized, but the blankets were smaller, almost throw blankets. Tons of rocks and trinkets piled on any surface. Once again there was a photo, a young boy, blue eyes, fluffy blonde hair, he wore thick glasses.

He shut that door quietly.

Still not Velocity.

Rodimus paused at the last 3 doors, biting his lip. There was one door with flowers, and plants, it seemed less dusty, he was guessing Velocity’s room. The other door was his guest room, which seemed a bit large for him. It was a plain, simple, queen sized bed, no photos, only a lamp and a dresser, there was a closet. 

Then there was the last door. 

This door had a cushy handle.

He opened it, and paused the moment the dead air hit him. This was a kids room, yes the others were kids rooms, but they were older. This one was red, red blankets, rugs, and a little table full of crayons and printer paper. The blankets were still throw blankets, dinosaurs lined every surface, the bed was full of plushies. All of it was dino related. The photo was young, maybe a toddler, no child, blue eyes, blondie hair.

He stepped forward, picking up the red t-rex, it was soft, dusty, he twisted it over and over in his hands.

Hockey.

Boy scout.

Dinosaur. 

“Get out.”

Rodimus spun, heart dropping, he didn’t hear her, she was fast, maybe that’s why she was named Velocity. She stood there in the doorway, taller than normal, fangs peeking out, glowing eyes. She looked strange, her nose was longer. “I’m sorry-”

She was much faster, grabbing his arm and dragging him out, then shutting the door, she snarled and glared down at him. 

He felt nothing, there was no fear now, he was numb. Who was he kidding, no one would care about him, so fuck it. “What?” He snapped.

Velocity hissed and rubbed her face. “Okay, I found the puzzle, let’s work on that, get that brain of yours stimulated.” She shrunk down, yawned, flashing her fangs.

“Should I ask or?” he pointed his thumb to the green room, then the blue, and red. “Kinda lonely here.”

“Rodimus, I’m going to ask this very, very nicely.” Her large hand slapped his shoulder. “Thunderclash is the one with patience, he can handle your bullshit and has handled it for far longer than humanly possible. Drop it.”

That one hurt, was it really that hard to live with him?

He blinked at the hand on his shoulder, it was fuzzy, long claws. “You’re one too, aren’t you?”

“Get in the greenhouse, sit down, shut up.” She shoved the puzzle into his chest.

He followed order, sitting at the small table, popping open the puzzle and working on it, finding the edge pieces, then separating the colors. Admittedly he was good at puzzles, it was a pastime for him, something that he enjoyed. It was a way to bond with Kup and Optimus, buying a new puzzle with some snacks was a good way to kill a late evening. 

Not only that but it was a good way for him to focus, to contain his energy when he was younger. 

“Woah, that was fast.” Velocity joined him, setting down two mugs of hot tea. “Hidden talent?”

“Not really, I don’t think talent is a real thing, only hard work, like a seed, you plant it, water it and keep watering it with the right amount of sun, and well you have a flower.” He gestured around them to dozens upon dozens of plants. 

“Smart ass.” She leaned back. “I like puzzles, they’re messy, small pieces that click together to form a full photo, but it’s not always a well printed one, bumpy, the pieces can be seen.”

“Yea… Sorry for being an ass-thanks for letting me crash here for a few days.”

“Hmm,” She nodded while sipping her tea. “You really like puzzles?”

“Good memories, good family memories, Kup is losing himself, he was losing himself when we came into his life, it was hard enough raising two boys living off retirement, but it was good to connect. I lost my mom and dad when I was younger, I was nine, Optimus was 13. New home, new school, new life.” He shrugged putting two blue pieces together.

“Huh, that’s a theme around here I guess.” She set her mug down and grabbed some blue pieces, fitting them together. “...I guess I should tell you, but I trust you...”

He blinked up at her. “I mean, I don’t have anymore friends and a shitty boyfriend, and you’re a werewolf. So either way I’m screwed.” 

“...Good point, since you like puzzles I’ll give you a few pieces, this town, have you noticed a few strange things?” More blue pieces fit together.

“Yea, it’s werewolves, lots of them, but you’re all single, and the town seems like it’s supposed to be bigger, I mean why pave the roads if there’s only 20 people in town? There’s a shockingly large amount of vacant property when we were shopping, all cheap too. And some of the property isn’t just houses, cars, bikes, even campers, all left. I’ve also noticed that a lot of you like your older cars, no one here has a brand new car. On top of that, any other sister towns are ghost towns.”

“You’re observant.”

“It was a long drive, and not having a job for a while gave me some free time.”

“Makes sense.” She nodded. “So what have you figured out?”

He set more pieces in place, and leaned back, sipping his tea. “Well, one thing for certain, the oldest people in town are Elita, Tailgate and Cyclonus, Elita is…a werewolf?” He asked.

She nodded.

“Tailgate and Cyclonus?”

She shook her head. “The current theory is either aliens, ghosts or vampires? But harmless, just old lesbians living out their lives. Goals.”

“Elita’s a werewolf, the oldest, she’s been here the longest, and…Thunderclash,” he ignored the pang in his chest. “He’s too young to not have parents, like his folks should be alive, he’s the only child, that’s his house, the fire lookout, and that’s it. So there’s a massive generation missing from this town, empty houses, abandoned property, and it’s rather desolate.” 

She sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“I’m wrong aren’t I?”

“Nope, what sucks is you’re right, you’re totally right. I mean everything you said, all of it, you're dam sherlock holmes... Let me get you something.” She stood up, leaving her tea. 

That left him, he stared at the edge pieces, then started clicking them together and lining the outside of the puzzle. It was a good exercise, one that didn’t seem to push his brain, but one that was needed. A jog for his brain.

She returned and pulled a chair up closer to him, in her hands was an old photo album. “I can’t tell you everything but I can share with you clues.” Velocity set the book down on the table, flipping it to the first page, it was old, really old photos. The first photos were Native Americans, they were dressed in heavy thick clothing meant for harsher winters.

“What is this?”

“Elita never had kids, she wanted to once, but,” Velocity shrugged. “She asked me to pass it down, why did she ask me? I’m not sure. But this is the Athabascan people, they lived in this whole area,” Velocity pointed to the map and gestured to a large portion of Alaska and Canada. “Now they had their own…Yaha, or werewolves, when the settlers arrived they brought their own Lycanthropes. And during the 18th century the wolves spread out, leaving behind their human halves, some went as far as Central America. But a few families traveled here, Scottish, Irish descendants who had the curse. They made peace with the Athabascan people and met their Yaha.”

There was another page, this one was a party, no straight forward photos, nothing, it was a bonfire on the breach, there were dancing instruments and food. 

“Why are you telling me this?”

She flipped the next page, and he froze, it was a family tree, a long complex family tree. “It’s going to get a bit confusing, but, all of these people, they lived here, in little Talkeetna. Whole schools were built, roads, town halls, everything. The population was growing to a whopping 280 to 350, mostly families.”

There were several family trees, she stopped on one page.

Rodimus frowned and leaned in looking at the photos, then he gawked. 

Mullet, beard, dimple smile, warm eyes all in black and white.

“Thunderclash’s?”

“Great great great great grandpa, Clearsky.”

He stared at the photo, the thick black brown hair, the curly beard, the warm tender eyes, the stupid half cocked smile. It was a whole tree of Thunderclash. “Why are you showing me this?” It made his skin feel itchy. 

Velocity hummed and leaned back. “Our population roughly is 20-30 people at most, during tourist season it’s 10 times more.” She flipped the page again, the photos were mostly in color, and the tree kept growing and growing. Then it stopped. There were a few couples, and a few kids, to the left was a woman with long curly brown hair, and a man could be mistaken for a yeti. Then below was a young kid he grinned ear to ear, must’ve been 10.

Thunderclash.

“Please,” Rodimus swallowed and turned away. “Why are you showing this to me?”

“Because, I want you to understand what happened in this town, what I’m scared of. What he’s scared of. Even if you choose to leave and never come back, this happened, and maybe it might be good for you, in the long run to know.”

“You’re trusting me not to tell everyone that everyone here is werewolves.”

“Hmm, true, but then again werewolves? Sounds pretty far-fetched. Besides, something tells me I might be the last of my line, Elita once wanted kids of her own, and Thunderclash? I don’t know, he has his own reasons, he could have anyone, but he chooses this, to be alone.” 

The page turned again.

This tree was much shorter, a stubby tree, the top was only one person, a young woman, hardly an adult. Her son, his wife, his daughters, one was alone, the other had a husband, their 3 kids, each married, each with kids. The oldest was Dispatch, hockey player, then Expedition the boyscout, Tempo dinosaurs.

Then it was her, huge grin, wide eyes, fluffy blonde hair.

“My great great great grandma escaped Germany, her boyfriend didn’t she hoped over here and found no home, defeated she worked on the rails, traveling all over North America as world war two kicked into gear. And yet, she wasn’t a wolf. She heard rumors and with her son in hand she stumbled into this little town, she never was bit, but my grandfather accepted it, welcomed it.”

That explained a lot, there was a vast collection of older items in the house, the very empty house, it was a cluttered museum. 

“...What happened to the town?”

To your family?

She shut the book softly, setting it aside and sipping her tea, Velocity’s face was pale, unreadable. “When you first came here, the goal was to get you to leave, chase you out of town and never see either of you. Humans aren’t welcomed here, at least not to stay.”

He sunk in his chair, feeling his stomach bubble up with fear. “Why?”

“...Talk to Elita.”

Chapter Text

The crisp morning air welcomed him, pooling in his lungs and sending chills down his spine. It was sad to say he was getting used to the cold air, the cold itself. Sure there were long nights he longed for the lazy summer evenings in Arizona. 

But maybe this was his home now?

Maybe it wasn’t?

“Hey, think you’re ready?” Velocity asked handing him another cup of tea, she loved her morning tea.

“I guess I have to be, I can’t hide here, I’ll have to face him sooner or later.” He hugged himself, it was only a matter of time, returning. Maybe he wanted to just buy into it, accept that he was in a great relationship, that everything was perfectly fine. But he wasn’t, and he saw that now, he’d been seeing that for a very long time. 

Getaway never texted Velocity back. 

That hurt more than it should. And not a tiny little needle prick, but a cannon that ripped through his side. After all this time, after every single sacrifice, every phone call where he would stay up, every class he skipped to just be around Getaway, and now this. He might’ve ruined a great friendship. 

“You can stay here, if you want?” Velocity hummed, mixing her tea. “It was nice having someone here for a while, and you’re getting good at puzzles and board games…It’s been a long time since I’ve had a human patient.” 

He sipped his tea, savoring the honey and the caramel flavor. “Can I ask you something about being a wolf?”

She hummed and slumped on the porch swing. “Ask away.”

Sure Rodimus felt wonderful, stress free, his head wasn’t hurting, and in a way everything was clear for him. Yes he was in a toxic relationship and that would take a lot of escape, yes Thunderclash decided to pose as a household dog to ‘protect’ him, and a part of him longed to return to the hot Arizonian nights. It was a lot to take in. “You heal faster than me, but do you really heal faster than a human?”

“What?”

“Emotionally. Do you heal emotionally?”

Velocity frowned and proper her feet up, taking another gulp of her tea. “Not…not exactly, that’s the worst part of being a werewolf, you can get stuck, your mind can betray you, and there’s whole months that can slip away. I’ve seen a lot as the town doctor, their bodies are fine, they function as expected and yet-” She paused and tapped her nails on the mug. “They’re broken in a sense. Like that one puzzle, we couldn’t find that one piece, the unicorn's butt, which didn’t ruin the puzzle, but it wasn’t the same. Everyone here, almost everyone here had to leave a life behind, due to this ‘curse’ they left. A piece taken out of the puzzle, they each left their lives.”

“How do you heal from that?”

“You don’t, it never really heals, everyone here are in fact strays, this was once a full town a pack, and now there’s nothing left.”

Rodimus sat next to her, holding his mug with both hands and staring at it. “Have you healed?”

She did something he never expected her to do, she tossed her head back and laughed, it was cackling kind, the classic 1930’s witch laugh. “Heal? Me? Rodimus, sweetie, I won’t ever heal, I’ve refused every single attempt at filling this house, with friends, family, loved ones, even pups of my own. But I’m the doctor, I’m the one who's supposed to help, I don’t need help. I didn’t need a study buddy with my classes, or a morning jogging partner. Nautica didn’t need to butt in and-”

“Who’s Nautica?” That name sounded familiar, he heard of that name before.

Velocity laid back her head and started up at the roof. “I’m going to drop you off.”

“...thanks for everything.”

It was peaceful for him, no Rodimus to always toy with, and certainly no freaking Thunderclash lingering around posing as a lap dog, and oddly enough there wasn’t much going on in the town. Yes the car was gone, but so what, it left him plenty of time to tend to his animals. 

He knew what happened, or at least most of the story, Rodimus’ text was pretty straight forward.

Hey babe, so the Pathfinder is totaled. I’m good, I’ll be crashing at the doc’s place for a few days. And Tamtam is gone, he didn’t survive the crash… Don’t stay up too late.

Getaway didn’t care.

At least Thunderclash was gone.

It gave him a rare chance to be alone, truly alone, which was good, right? Sure he got some traps set up, caught some hares, pikas and weasels, but nothing big, even if he saw the wolf tracks. Well werewolf tracks. Wolves were good money, really good money, even just a pelt was worth 750 or even more. A werewolf? They were huge, massive, he could charge at least 1500 per pelt, call them super wolves. 

But that would be a human life, right?

Could he take another life?

Getaway grumbled as he knelt down and lifted up another trap, this time it was another rabbit, nature’s happy meal. It screamed and kicked as he held it up by his limp leg. He watched it struggle, it thrashed and fought every moment, even if it knew that it wasn’t going to life. Rabbits were fragile, easy to kill. He rolled his eyes and grabbed the rabbit’s head. It still screamed, and fought, scratching and kicking.

It was a crunch.

He undid the knot and reset the trap, holding the rabbit by its back legs. It wouldn’t do much, at least he could make a nice stew out of it. Another rabbit stew. 

The pelt wasn’t worth much, maybe 10 dollars at most.

With that he checked the other traps, finding only small animals, nothing big, nothing worth his time. But he still took them, carrying each one back home and into the kitchen table. If they were alive the fought, but they didn’t live long.

A trapped animal is a scared one.

If he was going to trap werewolves he would need to be smart about it. It was wise to buy the necklaces. But the town was scare of anything silver, anything that could shoot, no guns, not even a pistol, which meant limited ammo for him. The only thing that the town had for self protection was a dusty old blade in the den.

“If a rabbit fought, then a wolf would too.” He drummed his fingers on the table looking down at the animals, working on them one by one. “I need to move the traps again, thanks to Thunderclash pissing on all of them-I should wash them first, or at least hide the scent.” he thought out loud as he took each pelt and stretched them out. 

There was a rumble as a Subaru pulled up to his house.

His hands were still bloody, he didn’t wash them off, instead he grabbed his mug, the same mug he’d been drinking out of this whole time. Poured a little irish cream into his coffee in the morning, every single morning. Lazily he made his way to the front door, opening it to see none other than Velocity, the meddling doctor.

Does she have a veterinary degree and a medical degree?

And Rodimus.

His pathetic, useless boyfriend.

Getaway stopped hand on the door handle and he held his breath.

“You don’t need to stay here, I’m sure we can find somewhere safe.” 

“...Thank you, but if I'm not here, then what does that mean for you?”

She groaned. “This is bad, for you, really bad, Rodimus he’s not going to change, you can’t fix him, you don’t have power here. And now you don’t have a way to escape-”

Rodimus sighed, he leaned down into the Subaru's driver side window. “Velocity, I’m not part of your pack, you don’t need to protect me, you don’t need to hunt for me. Right now Thunderclash needs you more than I do. We both know that.”

Rodimus knows? He fucking knows?!

“...when you get a new phone,” she shoved a slip of paper into his pocket. “Put my number in, you call me if anything happens. Is that understood?”

“You’re overreacting, really I can handle-”

“Is that understood, Rodimus?” She snarled.

“Yes, thank you, for literally everything.” With that Rodimus spun and walked away.

Getaway picked this moment, this exact moment to open the door, put on the best boyfriend mask, and lift his arms up. “Rodimus! Where have you been?” He rushed over, still holding the mug and pulling Rodimus into a hug.

“Umm, did you get my text?”

“What text?” He played dumb. 

“I totaled the pathfinder, and Tamtam is gone.” Rodimus was numb in his arms.

“Oh no, are you okay?” Getaway stepped back, still holding his coffee and cupping Rodimus face, turning it side to side. “Anything broken?”

“No, just a concussion.” Rodimus hugged himself. 

“Yea lets get you inside, okay?” Getaway wrapped his arm around Rodimus’ waist.

He froze, eyes wide, and Rodimus reached out and grabbed Getaway’s hand, holding his coffee. “Is that blood? Getaway, why are you covered in blood?”

It was a forced laugh, a deep one, the kind of laugh that you used when someone tells a shitty joke and you’re uncomfortable. “Rodimus, babe, I’ve been worried sick. All I’ve done is throw myself into work, I got some rabbits in a stew for us.”

“Oh, alight.” Rodimus turned and waved to Velocity, walking inside.

Getaway stared at his boyfriend, holding his mug out, making sure Velocity saw it, saw the bloody hand prints, the red on his hands. Everything. “Thanks, for bringing him back,” there was no giddy tone, no hope, only cold harsh words.

Rodimus was back.

And Rodimus knew the truth about this town.

Chapter Text

Everything was tumbling, not spinning, spinning implied that there was elegance, this was no swan lake, no highly trained ice skater, this was a car crash, an ever ending car crash. The world was caving in on him, landslides in every direction and no one could climb it fast enough. 

All he could do was hang on.

Nothing felt right, this bed didn’t feel right, the air smelled weird, and worst of all, he didn’t want to be here. Even if he spent his whole life in this fire lookout, there were countless memories in these walls, that he could still sometimes smell his mom and his dad, that this was where his life was.

He really hated being here.

Thunderclash sat up on the bed, he tried, he tried for 3 whole days to get some rest, not just a power nap, or a blink of sleep, but an honest long sleep where he could escape everything. But sleep was long gone, he only got 3 hours of sleep a night, if he was lucky. He spent the rest of it pacing, fidgeting, itching, anything to keep his mind off of Rodimus.

He slumped to the side, groaning. 

“Nightbeat, I’m sorry.” 

A tiny whine escaped him.

His dreams were horrible. He was running, always running, the scent of blood was heavy in the air, he needed to run, needed to be faster. Exhausted, he shut his eyes, begging for some rest.

The air was wet that day, it was raining all night and most of the early spring campers packed up, the sun wasn’t even up, and yet he needed to run. He needed to be faster. There was screams that morning, screams and-

“THUNDERS!”

It was like a leash, a tug, a pull right to his heart, he knew that voice. 

That was Leadfoot.

He ran, kicking up dirt hardly caring if anyone saw him, even as the campers stepped out of their tents, all of them turning towards the screams. Thunderclash howled as he charged up the hill, climbing as fast as he could, heart beating so loud that it almost drowned out the screams.

With a final push he jumped and landed on all fours, growling.

“Thunders?” Leadfoot stood there, it was Leadfoot, wasn’t it? His body wasn’t the same, it was twisted, torn up, he was bloody, it smelled like him, but it also reeked of death. Long deep wounds carved into his body, his insides hung outwards, and worst of all his face. Oh his face, that face, the one that always seemed to warm a whole house, the rich dark eyes, the fluffy blondie locks. The same face that would soothe him to sleep, that would wake him up, that would crinkle with laughter- was smashed in, half of his skull was missing and his eye dangled.

He froze, all of his hair stood up, and his tail tucked between his legs. He whined.

He failed, again.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” Leadfoot smiled, or what was left of his lips tried to smile. “You did your best.”

“No!” He shriveled up, trying to escape, whole body shaking. “You’re dead, you died and I couldn’t do anything!” 

“You’re right- you let us die, every single one of us died, all because of you.” he towered over Thunderclash, his blood dripping down and onto his face, it was hot, burning hot. “You might as well have killed us yourself.”

“No, no, I wouldn’t do that, I would never do that!”

“You did that to Firestar, didn’t you? You almost tore her whole arm off, ripped it into ribbons. How long did it take for her arm to heal?” Leadfoot leaned in close, his eyeless face inches from Thunderclash’s.

“Months, it took 6-6 months for her to heal, bones, muscles, and flesh.” He stuttered out.

“You could’ve killed her, maybe you should’ve?”

“NO! I love her, I care about her, she’s my friend-”

“You had her whole arm in your jaws and treated her like she was a fucking chew toy!” Leadfoot snapped. “She was thrown around and slammed into trees, it took Velocity and Elita to pin you, and pry your jaws open. You didn’t stop when Firestar screamed, when she begged, she was crying! For fuck’s sake she was-is scared of you, YOU! You were her boyfriend, her lover and you were trying to kill her-”

“That’s not me!” He snapped back and shut his eyes tight, he couldn’t look at him, not at Leadfoot. “I loved her, and I loved you too, I wouldn’t hurt you, or her, I would never.” His whole body was shaking, and he felt the vomit rising up in his throat.

“She left you because of that, what you did to her.”

“I didn’t do that.” 

Leadfoot sighed, more of his blood dripped onto Thunderclash’s face, on his muzzle. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

He sounded like mom.

He blinked open his eyes, regretting it instantly. 

Leadfoot was still there, mangled, exactly how Thunderclash found him that morning. There was Knockout and Breakdown, their hands holding each other, Breakdown didn’t have a leg anymore, and Knockout had no jaw. Dreg hung back, he was the first to die, his chest was caved in, throat was crushed.

Thunderclash whined and stepped back as more faces stepped out of the forest.

There were old friends, family. They died long ago, when he was young, when he ran off with Velocity, deep in the woods. His mom stood there, naked, two neat holes, one in her forehead, the other in her chest. There was Velocity’s family, her mom, dad, brothers, they were so young, too young. The old gas station owner, the post office worker, the den owner, the lumberjacks, his classmates, his friends. His family.

His pack.

They all had the exact same bullet holes, each one of them.

And he couldn’t protect them, he was useless, scared, he ran away, fled into the forest and hid under the old Chokecherry tree. He ran as fast as he could, Elita ordered him to, he ran and ran. Velocity was already there, shaking and sobbing. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry-”

“Shut up.” Leadfoot grabbed his muzzle. “Shut up, you don’t get to be sorry, this is your fault, you failed us, you couldn’t save your pack, your own mother, you couldn’t even save me! So stop being sorry for yourself, you stupid dog!”

He whined, hot tears bubbled up in his eyes.

“...We’ll wait for Rodimus. It won’t be long until you failed him, till you snap at him, maybe you’ll take his life with your own jaws-”

“NO!”

“NO!” He jumped up, scrambled as the blankets and sheets wrapped around him and he fell off the bed and onto the cold wooden floor. “No I won’t, I won’t ever hurt him! I’m not that, I didn’t hurt Firestar and I won’t hurt him.” He gasped out, sweat dripping down his skin and he sat up again, looking around. 

That was only an hour.

“Shower, I need a shower.” He mumbled, then cupped his mouth, the sour taste filling his mouth, he ran into the bathroom. Hurling the stomach acid out and into the toilet, hating the smell, the yellow hue.

He didn’t flush it at first, instead he wanted to stare at it, then down, down, onto the wooden flood and his legs. Bones had shifted, nails grew long and sharp and hair were springing up. Thunderclash was losing. He lost so much, and now he is losing again.

The toilet flushed.

Hot water rained down and the bathroom started to steam up. Thunderclash splashed freezing water on his face and gasped. He stared at himself, at his blood shot eyes, slowly he peeled back his lips.

Long sharp teeth greeted him.

They could wrap around Firestar’s arm, or Rodimus’ neck, snap their bones in two-

“No,” he stepped away from the mirror, seeing as more hairs prickled out his skin, his ears grew long, his nose and jaw cracked outwards. “No, no, no!” he yelled at himself, cupping his face, longer hairy arms and hands holding his face. “No!” he fell back into the tub slamming against the hot porcelain. 

“I’m in control, I’m in control, this is my body, mine. I change when I want to, I change when I want to.” He chanted and curled in on himself, feeling the hot water hit his skin, it boiled and burned. A sob escaped him and he rocked back and forth. “I’m in control, I’m always in control, I didn’t hurt Firestar, I didn’t hurt Leadfoot, and” he swallowed and shut his eyes tight as hot tears rolled down his face. “Momma” 

Thunderclash left himself there at the bottom of the tub, sobbing, letting the water turn cold, shutting the world away, shutting down.

Once his heart slowed and his head wasn’t ringing anymore, he stood up, shut the water off. Grabbed a towel and stepped out. He glanced at the foggy mirror, his blurry strange reflection. Shivering he stepped out of the bathroom. 

The lookout didn’t change much, it was still empty, bleak.

He was still alone.

He shouldn’t be alone.

“Riptide.” He muttered, hugging the towel to himself. “I’ll see Riptide.”

Enjoy the moment.

This was what he wanted, every single minute of every single day. 

And weed.

Okay and those gas station cupcakes, the chocolate ones with the cream filling and the vanilla swirl on the top, those were the best! 

The morning sun was toasty on his skin, it warmed him inside and out, and he took a deep breath in his nose then out his mouth. Tasting the chilly air, the water that hung in it, the morning dew. There was a fog bank today, it swelled around him. The sun wasn’t strong enough to stop it, but he welcomed it anyhow.

It reminded him that sometimes, things might be tough, that the world might change, but that didn’t mean that he needed to change who he was. Yes he abandoned the navy, his olympic dreams, a surfing career, but he was still Riptide. No matter what, he was still Riptide.

With that thought he finished rolling the joint, licking it close then lighting it and taking a long deep puff, holding it only for a moment before letting the smoke ooze out of his nose. 

At least he didn’t have drug tests now!

So he stood there, butt naked on the backdoor, everything hanging out on a foggy morning, then promptly itched his ass. 

There was nothing to do about his past, he couldn’t go back and undo his leg injury, couldn’t admit his feelings towards his friend First Aid, couldn’t stop that feral wolf from biting him. Simply had to go with the flow, that every wave could crash down on him, and all he needed to do was keep floating. If he keeps floating then at some point he’ll reach the surface again. 

There were footsteps, deep crunchy footsteps, they were walking on gravel. 

He took a deep breath again, setting his weed aside, scenting wolf, big, fluffy, kind, Thunderclash, but there was something else. The sting of vomit, the prickle of unease, the drag in his steps, the unbalanced, and worst of all wolf, not just the healthy amount that always lingered around his friend. No this was drenched in wolf, the thin line between man and animal was erased.

Was that Thunderclash, or was that a predator lurking?

Fear pooled in his stomach.

Once again he itched his ass and leaned against the deck’s railing, turning towards the dense fog as Thunderclash’s bulky shape materialized. He was bigger than normal, even for his werewolf half, he was huge compared to anyone else here, maybe Velocity could match his size. Again born wolves, bigger, more natural, they knew what they were. But this wasn’t normal for Thunderclash. This wasn’t Thunderclash.

He always tried to hide himself, looking like a dog, like some domesticated pet that was caught, trained and bred to be friendly. Instead of boots there were big paws, a tail that dragged along the gravel, at least Thunderclash wore shorts and a hoodie, somewhat hiding himself. But there was still a snout, still a barrel chest, boulder shoulders.

Thunderclash stopped. “Morning.” His voice was deep, rough.

Riptide once again itched his ass. “Wanna hit?” He held up his weed.

He blinked, and turned his head to the side, confused. Dogs did that when they didn’t understand, trying to shift their ears around. “What?”

He held up the joint. “Want a hit?”

“Can’t,” his teeth gleamed, even in the fog. “jowls are pretty shitty for joints.”

“...you’re not doing good, are you?”

A faint whine escaped Thunderclash, and yet he stayed a few feet away. Maybe it was to protect Riptide, or maybe he didn’t want to let Riptide see him like this? 

“Yea, sounds about right-”

“I saw Leadfoot.”

The joint fell, forgotten amongst the woodwork.

Riptide felt cold, even if the sun wasn’t shining through the fog, and his body was trained to handle icy cold waters, and he spent his whole life in the ocean. This was an inside cold. “Oh, umm did you bring flowers?”

Thunderclash blinked, once again turning his head to the side, it wasn't cute, it was a bad sign, a really bad sign. This wasn’t a stop sign, or a red light, this was a full blown ‘don’t go in the water, this is a drowning machine’ sign. “What?”

He wasn’t understanding what Riptide was saying, his body was stuck, he was getting stuck. Riptide rushed over to him, stomach curling inwards. “Thunders, did you bring flow-” he reached out.

Thunderclash growled and snapped at him, revealing his whole wolf face. Long dagger-like teeth, strong jaws, scars from bears that he fought, and his red eyes. His burning red eyes. 

Riptide jumped back, holding his arms close, protecting himself. “Thunderclash?” he whispered, for once feeling exposed, naked, vulnerable. 

Thunderclash stepped back, his hair was weaving through the hoodie, there was the snap of bones, the ripping of flesh and muscle. The hoodie was pulled tighter as Thunderclash got bigger, and bigger. “What?”

“Let’s go,” he threw his hands up, letting his body shift, bones cracked, skin peeled and hair fluffed up. It wasn’t painful, well the first one was, it was disorienting, dealing with this curse when you’re on a navy ship and the waves are constant. But he learned, went with the flow, and shifted with ease. He yawned and sniffed at Thunderclash.

Thunderclash huffed and ditched the ruined hoodie and shorts, leaving them by Riptide’s front door. He was massive, almost the side of a sedan, a single paw could wrap around a human's torso. If he wanted to, Thunderclash might be able to rip through a wall, a car, even through a whole building. 

Elita always kept an eye on him right after Leadfoot.

Riptide swallowed and shook his head, his floppy ears wiggled with him, and he turned towards the forest. Maybe if he was lucky he could bring Thunderclash right to Elita’s door, or Velocity’s. Or if he was enough of a distraction, if he wore out the wolf half, maybe Thunderclash can regain himself?

Maybe his friend was slipping?

He kept his distance, always trying to be at least 20 feet away from the beast that panted behind him, each step ending with a crunch. Riptide was scared, not horror movie scared, no, about to die scared. Behind him was the largest werewolf he had ever seen, he was massive, and still growing in size. Muscle doubled, then tripled, somehow the fangs kept poking out of his lips, and to top it all off, Thunderclash wasn’t talking anymore.

Riptide felt his fur prickle as they traveled deeper into the woods. If he can do this just right, Elita would smell them, or Velocity, someone, literally anyone at this point. But somehow, in Thunderclash’s mind, he knew. Thunderclash knew what he was doing, where they were going. And every single time Riptide turned towards either of the women’s cabins, the wolf would turn away.

He turned away again.

Riptide whined, looking down the hill towards the mass of bubbling flesh and fur, it moved slowly, each step was full of power. He swallowed as his tail tucked between his legs as his friend pressed through the brush, towards the river.

Please no!

He ran forward, ignoring his own safety and pressing through the bushes, past the road and between the river and the bank, between Thunderclash and the icy cold water behind him. His heart breaking in two. He’d seen this before, seen it in everyone’s eyes here, the sweet release, the sadness that dragged people down like concrete shoes.

Riptide growled, sure he was scared, who wouldn’t be facing off a car sized werewolf? But that was his friend, one of his only friends, the same friend who always checked in, who always cared. The same friend who held him when Riptide realized that he couldn’t go back, that his life was this appalling train wreck. That he lost everything again, and again, and again. That this stupid life was worth living.

Don’t do this to me.

Thunderclash growled, opening his jaws slowly, revealing layers and layers of dagger like teeth, teeth that could kill, teeth that had killed. Raised hackles, red eyes, snarling jaws.

“Please, don’t do this-”

Riptide yelped as he was flung, the world spun, the wind whistled around him, and he was weightless. He spun, watching everything pass by him. Watching his life go by, watching as time again and again he lost what was his. The rushing water was getting close. He crashed into the water, his limp body slapping against the river’s ripples. 

The defining splash followed shortly as Thunderclash vanished within the waves.

Pain laced his side as he tried to move, tried to swim, he paddled towards the shore, dragging his body onto the gravel. He vomited water and shivered.

Thunderclash is gone.

Weakly he spun around, laying on the side that didn’t feel like mashed potatoes on thanksgiving day. Riptide watched the other side of the river, watched as the beast emerged from the water, drenched. It lumbered onwards, arrogant to Riptide’s gaze.

I have to tell Firestar.

Chapter Text

It was too late into the night for this, the moon’s gentle rays bathed the creaky floorboards, filling the whole room with a soft blue hue. It almost felt like a picture book for him, a dream even. But the drool on his pillow proved him wrong. Carefully he sat up, his back popping and blinked the sleep from his eyes. 

What woke him up?

Rodimus groaned, it had been a few days and life was returning to something that resembled normalcy. Getaway went on hikes midday, checking his traps, only catching small prey and skinning them. Rodimus started to clean and tend to the house work, finally fixing some loose boards and windows, maybe work on the walls next? He hasn’t been back to work in a few days.

Ricochet must be pissed that he hasn’t gotten a call-then again Ricochet might already know? 

The whole town probably knew, it was best for him to stay here, hidden, unable to face the looks, the whispers. He returned to Getaway. Abandoned Thunderclash, and rejected what could’ve been a perfect life. Rodimus picked this shitty cabin, picked the shitty boyfriend, and he defended Getaway.

Always.

Either way he had a few check-ins with Velocity, she often pushing Rodimus out of the house to go on a missadventure, mostly getting food and walking along the scenic beaches. Their topics were light, nothing heavy, he never learned more about the history of Talkeetna, or Velocity, nothing about Thunderclash.

It was pleasant, having that soft conversation, the classic ‘how’s the weather-it’s great’, that exact same conversation every time, the one that haunted retail employees. That normalcy. 

There was the distinct rattle of chains, the cold metallic one, but this wasn’t slow and scary, no it was a jerky, full of panic. Someone was outside in their yard.

Something did wake him up. 

Rodimus bit his bottom lip and shut his eyes, maybe the wolf would gnaw it’s paw off or something, maybe it’ll figure out that it’s just a trap and pry it open? Besides anyone can open a bear trap, even Rodimus could, it was easy. So instead he laid there eyes shut tight and his fists baling up the sheets, trying to will his body to ignore, to relax, to return back to slumper.

There was a whine.

That whine he heard for months, the whine that felt soft and full of concern, the whine that hunted him like a ghost, a caring whine. The exact same whine that pulled on his heart time and time again. He tossed the blankets off, but spun around to pull them back into place around Getaway’s sleepy form, then tiptoed towards the window.

“Oh for fucks sake.” He muttered.

Below just between the edge of his property and the wilderness was a figure, a massive hulking figure, one he knew time and time again, red feral eyes that burned through the darkness. Thunderclash jerked again, pulling his whole body back and then yelped.

“This moron, I swear.” He snapped and rubbed his face. 

It’s all gone, everything I was feeling for you is gone. You were roleplaying as my dog, who the fuck does that?! Rodimus left the bedroom, and unlike before he didn’t blindly charge forward butt naked, instead he kicked on his boots and then his jacket. Finally he grabbed his flash light and stepped outside.

The door slammed behind him.

Thunderclash stilled, ears pricked towards him, fangs flashing, the chain stopped rattling. He looked bigger than before, it was his fur, all fluffed up, trying to appear scary. Which that’s hard to do when Rodimus caught him dragging his ass on the grass outside. 

Then he growled.

Rodimus rolled his eyes. “Stop it, you’re not scary you freaking dope.” He shined the light at Thunderclash. The soft cute muzzle was pulled back, pearly white jaws glistened with drool, eyes darting away from Rodimus. He jerked again, the chain rattled against the stump, the iron tang lingered in the air. 

The bear trap closed on Thunderclash’s paw, exposing bone, muscle and blood to the air, Thunderclash snarled and pulled against the trap once again, more blood spilling out. 

“Woah, woah,” Rodimus spoke softly. “You could’ve just asked, you know?” He stomped over, holding the light up. “Like you really should’ve just called my name? I mean you can talk can’t you?” Rodimus plopped himself down next to the bear trap.

The growling grew deeper, jaws snapped, teeth flashed. 

“Yea, yea, you’re not fooling me, big tough scary werewolf, please, you’re a pushover.” He waved Thunderclash off, grabbing the twisted paw, the trap was soaked in blood. Rodimus ignored the snaps, the snarls, instead focused on the trap itself, it was one of the rustier ones, this was found in a thrift store when they traveled up. It was broken, purposely, never meant to be used again, then Getaway got his hands on it, new spring, and chain. 

His fingers curled inwards around the jaws and he dug into the soaked fur, the exposed bones.

Thunderclash’s breath was hot against his skin.

He pulled the trap apart.

Rodimus screamed, wet crunchy pain shocked his body. “GETAWAY!” Jaws slammed down on his arm, breaking bone, tearing flesh, his jacket was shredded within moments. ”GETAWAY HELP!” He was lifted up with ease, his whole body flung, trashed then slammed down. Rodimus was blind with pain, with panic, his arm. “Please!”

He landed on his chest, tears streaking down his face as he raised his head and looked at his arm. What was left made his stomach turn and vomit spilled out of his lips. The jacket was soaked in blood, muscle and skin were ribbons, bone was shattered and jutted out at awkward angles. That was his arm, what was left of his arm. He moved it, or tried to, it jerked awkwardly and Rodimus sobbed. “Getaway-”

Burning hot rain landed on his cheek, and Rodimus stilled, biting into his lip, tasting the stomach acid on his tongue. Drool pattered on his face, it was red and watery. And for the first time in a long time, he felt fear, honest fear. That wasn’t his dog, that wasn’t Thunderclash, that wasn’t a bumbling kind man. 

That a fucking werewolf.

Rodimus felt blood well up in his mouth and he bit his lip so hard trying to not scream, trying so hard to not to piss off the werewolf. Hot breath seared his face, and Rodimus sobbed as the icy cold nose prodded his neck, then his cheek. His heart was racing, he was going to die, at any moment his life was going to end. Rodimus couldn't move, his body wasn’t allowing him to move. He wasn’t a human, he wasn’t a living person, just another piece of prey.

Somehow he could watch, he was able to stare up, turn his eye just to the right, and stare up at the wolf.

It stared back, cherry red eyes that burned through the night stared down at him, studied him, instinct as old as time saw him as another meal. The collar, the belt collar that Rodimus made still jangled in the moonlight. It wasn’t even a full moon.

He swallowed more blood and stomach acid. And then it came back, the black spots, he knew was happening. Another piece of prey and his body was trained for it. “Getaway-”

THUMP!

What was he supposed to be feeling?

Fear.

Panic.

Anything except bored interest, he was watching his ‘boyfriend’ get thrashed around like a rag doll and he felt nothing. The exact same feeling he had scrolling through his phone. Rodimus was dying and he could hardly careless. Rodimus was screaming for him, begging, pleading, and Getaway didn’t even bother to leave the blankets on the bed.

He fiddled with the silver necklace around his neck.

Rodimus fainted, and that beast, that monster, Thunderclash was going to kill him, rip him in half, tear apart his body. Rodimus would be nothing left in the morning, a blood stain, maybe some clothes. 

Getaway shut his eyes and sunk back into bed, curling up.

The morning dew tickled his nose, and he snorted, inhaling the rich scent of grass, dirt and cast iron steel along with blood, lots and lots of blood and vomit. That made his mouth water. Rodimus groaned, his head was pounding. One concussion wasn’t enough?

Did he go out drinking?

It felt like the same morning he met Getaway, well at least there was a comfy bed then, grass wasn’t exactly luxury sleeping arrangements. 

Carefully he lifted his head up, and took in the world around him. The sun had hardly risen, the sky was a blueish grey, and there were a lot of smells. He could smell the cigarettes, the dust in his coat, the fox that snagged an already dead rabbit, probably from Getaway’s trap. He licked his lips and swallowed as more drool pooled up in his mouth. 

Why was he drooling? 

Rodimus pulled his arms in, resting them under his chest and pushed himself up. He stared down at the grass, the dried blood. There was a lot of blood. Why was there so much blood?

The bear trap stood out, it didn’t belong there, it wasn’t supposed to be there, surely someone would’ve marked it. Tamtam-Thunderclash always marked them, but this one didn’t smell of him, well it did reek of him now. 

Rodimus pulled the bottom of his coat together, slipping the zipper into place and moving the thumb grip up and up while his other arm held the bottom of the jacket together. It was hot, the jacket was boiling. 

What am I doing? I’m always cold, it’s freaking freezing! Why am I suddenly able to handle the chilly northern air?

He stared at himself, at the jacket, his stomach turning and the taste of vomit returning to his memory. “Oh fuck.” he unzipped the jacket, rushing into the house, into the bathroom and ripping the jacket off, then held is arm up in the mirror. 

There it was, this arm was shredded, ruined, he should’ve bleed out, should’ve died, but there it was with some fresh scaring. Rodimus hugged himself and leaned towards the mirror, blinking at his reflection. “Fuck.” He muttered.

Thunderclash didn’t kill him.

He did something way worse.

This was new. 

He thumbed the shiny line around his neck, turning it over and over, deep in thought. 

Rodimus was learning about himself, he noticed some changes, first he could smell everything, hear almost everything, and his eyesight was superb. His hunger was tripled, even going so far as to start eating raw meat when Getaway’s back was turned, also cheese was great, an addiction, why did cheese taste so freaking good? 

Cheese was really good, so he should buy more cheese.

He stood outside, staring down at the bar trap. Rodimus was torn, it had only been a single day and his whole life had changed, again! Why does it keep changing?

“Why was he here?” Rodimus muttered and kicked at the bear trap, earlier he took boiling water and dumped it on the blood, hiding it. Didn’t need Getaway finding out how he slept while Rodimus was screaming for him and being treated like a chew toy escaped Rodimus, or maybe he didn’t want to linger on it for too long. But everything was fine now, everything was back to normal, Thunderclash had his own life, and Rodimus had his. Those feelings were long gone, vanished. “But why was he here? And he-bit me.” Rodimus chewed his lip, his body was used to the cold now, he was shirtless, and wore his jeans.

He could hear them, the rumble of the engine, the loud music, and yes Ricochet was listening to the one, and only Rob Zombie. Rodimus took a deep breath in. “Hey babe?”

“Hm?” Getaway stuck his head out.

“I’m going to go to work, Rico is on his way.” Rodimus waved.

“Alright, bye love you!”

“Love you, too.” His mouth tasted weird as he fiddled with the necklace.

Getaway starred as Rodimus walked off into the woods as his boss’s stupid looking car pulled up, kicking dirt up. He stood back tapping his fingers on the counter top. There might’ve been guilt somewhere in this relationship, maybe back when they first met, or well when he met Rodimus. Then the next morning Rodimus met him, in a sense, the damn guy woke up sooner than he expected. 

When Skids left him for that loud mouth.

But now there was nothing.

He heard the yelp, the snarls, then the scream, he heard all of it, he even got up to watch as Rodimus was flung. He was thrown around like a rag doll, his arm was crushed, it didn’t even look like an arm. There was so much blood, too much blood.

Rodimus was supposed to be dead.

Thunderclash was supposed to devour him. 

Now he wasn’t dead.

The next morning Getaway found Rodimus in the bathroom, watching himself in the mirror, studying his arm. That was a surprise. Getaway slipped out to look at the trap.

That’s where he found it. 

The wallet sat on the countertop, it was drying out, nothing important, no credit cards, debit cards, not even a driver license, but it did have something Rodimus couldn’t live without. Several photos were drying out in the late morning sun. A photo of him and Drift, of Kup and Optimus, of his whole family, his past life.

Anger boiled in Getaway’s stomach.

He told Rodimus to throw it out.

He argued with Rodimus for weeks.

Blood was rushing up to his head as Getaway glared at the happy photos. That wasn’t Rodimus’ life anymore.

Chapter Text

It was a tiny cottage, buried deep in the woods, one that was covered in moss, it appeared as if the woods around the house tried to swallow it. It was the oldest house, at least the oldest one in town that they dared to use. It was tiny, cozy, only one room really. 

She sat back in her little rocking chair, propping her feet up, giving the railing a little shove as she sat on the front porch. Elita lived alone, she always had, sure there was once a mate in her bed, someone she wanted to share her life with. Maybe pups even.

Sadly she got those pups, but not the same joyful way that mothers often expected.

Numb to the weight he held the shot gun in her lap, it was unkempt,never cleaned, rusty, dusty, full of soot. A distinct stain on the butt. but after  all this time, after 20 years? Over 20 years now, it still smelled of pencil and lead, maybe some old spice.

Still smelled of that geeky little pencil pusher.

The rumble of an engine riled the peaceful woods, startling wildlife, mostly rabbits, the birds had already flown south, winter was approaching, and she would have to start stocking up. Hunts would become more intense as they took down their meals. No more skimming, no, they would take down more and more.

This winter was going to be harsh, she could feel it in her old bones.

Elita leaned forward, taking her boots off the railing as the old jeep climbed over the hill, Ricochet’s loaner car, well it was once the saw mill’s car, but not anymore. No one here needed a saw mill anymore, the town wasn’t big enough. 

A bright red mop of hair flashed in the window, as the jeep stopped, and the engine cut off. Rodimus stepped out, slamming the door shut and waving. Elita has seen him in passing, watching from afar. She should’ve known the moment Thunderclash dragged Rodimus and Getaway into the den, should’ve seen the signs.

He always has a thing for redheads, well Leadfoot wasn’t a red head, right? She wasn’t sure anymore, his body was too mangled to really tell. 

Then he posed as the dog, that was stupid, risky, just to protect Rodimus.

Thunderclash always wanted to protect, he couldn’t bear to lose anyone else. So he would lose himself.

“Erm Elita, right?” Rodimus stepped up, holding his hand out, his stench was strong.

She took his hand and shook it. “Rodimus, my daughter told me to keep an eye out, you might wonder over here-” She pulled him close, grabbing the sleeve and pulling it up, exposing the scaring. “She was right to send you over.”

“What? How did-”

“When?”

“A week ago.” he pulled his arm back and covered it up. He had changed, he was bulkier, muscle, a gut, his hair was long and fluffy. But there was something off, something sick about him. 

“... he bit you didn’t he?”

Rodimus nodded.

“You didn’t ask for it, did you?”

“I-I mean he was freaking out, lashing out and I just wanted to free him from the bear trap, and I guess that set him off?”

Her heart sank and she fell back into the chair, rubbing her forehead, that was her son. A sweet big goofy guy, someone who wanted to protect his friends, his family, but that was also her son, a big hulking wolf, one that lashed out, one that lost himself. This wasn’t the first time, it wouldn't be the last. 

His feelings would always get in the way, always affect his actions.

If Getaway hurt Rodimus- well she knew what Thunderclash could do to a bear, to any bear. 

“Welp, welcome to the pack, I guess.” She shrugged. 

“What?!” He threw his hands up. “You’ve got to be kidding me, I didn’t choose this, I didn’t ask to be this, and now what? I’m a fucking werewolf and it-”

“Shut. Up.” She snapped, using her mom's voice.

Rodimus clamped his mouth.

“Ricochet, Riptide, Anode, Hot Shot-everyone in this town didn’t pick this, okay? I didn’t pick this, I didn’t have a choice, I was born this way, I came out as a fucking dog, whimpering and crying, my brother was a fucking naked baby. Hot Shot went to a high school party, got drunk and peed in the bushes, got bit then. Riptide went out to protect his friend and was attacked, he died and woke up the next day perfectly fine. Ricochet is an ex-cop who was gored like a fucking pumpkin on the job, he should’ve died. Anode got lost while hiking and fell into a wolf’s den. Not a single person in this town picked this.” She finished, frustrated with his whining. 

Rodimus leaned back on the railing and folded his arms, his anger written all over his face. “What about Velocity and Thunderclash? Did they choose this?”

She laughed, and sank into her chair. So this pup wanted to piss and moan about his shitty life, the shitty life he allowed. He stayed with Getaway when he could’ve left at any time, he could’ve left before they drove all the way up here, could’ve called home at any gas station, millions of miles, and at any point he could’ve just texted his family. But no, he stayed, he defended Getaway, he stayed with this abusive piece of human shit. 

Her son put his own life on the line to protect Rodimus, putting himself in danger and here Rodimus was, trying to defend himself, to pose as the victim. 

“...They were born like this, I watched as Thunderclash came into this world, half wolf half man, how Velocity whimpered and cried. They grew up as monsters, hunting, shifting, changing, and until they were 14 they didn’t see this as a curse, they were happy.”

He steamed. “Oh great, at least someone is happy in this shit town.”

“What are you doing here? Are you trying to piss me off kid, or did you just want someone to swaddle you like a baby because someone couldn’t break up with an abusive boyfriend?”She baby talked him, which might be a poor choice, but what was he going to do, have a tantrum? Blame her son? Blame Getaway? Blame anyone but himself? 

Rodimus clicked his tongue. “This was stupid, I haven’t even been here for 10 minutes and I hate this.”

“Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Do you hate me, or something?” 

“Yea, I kinda do, I hate the guy who hit my son with his car, I hate the guy who almost killed my son by drowning, I hate the guy who dragged my son’s already broken heart through the mud. THat this man has put his life in danger, that he’s played as a dog for you, tried time and time again to keep you safe, to have some sort of life with you, even if you just saw him as a dog. That he’s been too good for you since day one.” She stood up and jabbed her finger into his chest. “You know what I really hate about you?”

“Sure, rub it in, why not?!”

“I hate that history repeats itself, again and again. That if I was smarter I would have chased you and your shitty boyfriend out of the town the first night.  That every fucking time a human buys some piece of land up here and tries to flip it, or move up here for some fresh mountain air, it always ends badly. Every. Single. Time.”

They paused, Rodimus’ face paled and he stood back. “What happened here?”

Her shoulders shank, she wasn’t angry at him, she should be. He could’ve left, could’ve given into his wants and maybe Thunderclash would be himself. Elita took in a deep breath and pointed to the only other chair she had. Rodimus took it and sat politely his anger forgotten and replaced with curiosity.

The woods used to be full of life, pups playing, lovers flirting, and everything was once bright and cheerful. This was her home, she was born here, she would die here, her great great great grandma was a native, built her own cabin, found herself a kind fisherman. So when she took control of the situation man and wolf once looked at her for leadership, for support. 

Not any more.

with a defeated sigh she got to her feet and stretched, setting the gun aside and turning into her old cabin. Elita pass her kitchen, bathroom, and sat on her twin sized mattress, digging into her nightstand to find a sue box. It was small, old, a bit stained, but it had everything she had left of him. She carried that back out to the front and shoved that into Rodimus’ chest.

”What’s this?” He grumbled, still frustrated.

”It’s your homework, you want know so fucking badly, then fine, here’s your answers. You won’t like it,  but you keep crying like a pup.” She plopped back into her chair.

he glanced down at the shoe box, opened it up and found a old leather journal, photos, a small satin box, and a few other trinkets. “Fine,” He snapped back, standing and taking the shoe box, and stomping to his car.

”Hey, Rodimus?” Elita called out.

”What?” He swung the door open and shoved the box in.

”Don’t stay out at night, and stick to the roads.” Elita called.

”Why?” He poked his head out of the jeep.

She held up the shotgun. “We both know that answer.”

Elita sunk back down on her chair, kicking the railing slightly and letting herself rock, watching as the jeep vanished into the deep woods. She hadn’t slept well, not since she heard him, saw him. He was bigger then her, then Velocity, a mountain of muscle and fur, a wild animal. 

The trees shook, and a deep panting caught her ears, Elita leaned forward watching as the bushes parted or were crushed. She held her breath and pulled the gun close, watching as the wolf crept closer and closer.

The scars littered his body, years of fighting off bears, protecting the town, helping lost hikers, it was all there. The cherry red eyes were dull, unfocused as they stared at her. He was 20 feet away, and the size of a car, a fucking car.

She held the gun close, still smelling the faint trace of Orion, the faded iron stench. “Best get out of here.” She spoke smoothly.

He stared at her, the rioting scent of death clung to him, he was hunting, hopefully not human. He blinked, his fur raised and his jaws pulled back in a terrifying snarl. 

He’d been watching her, this whole time, stalking, circling. 

If she was smart she would’ve jumped into Rodimus’ car and told him to floor it. But Elita wasn’t, no she stayed here, she stayed with her son, half of hte family she had left. 

She cocked the shotgun and held it up, holding her breath as she took aim. “Thunderclash, you need to go.”

The beast stared at her, head tilted to the side, ears pricked. He licked his bloody jaws and spun around, returning to the forest. 

Her heart was racing, her knees were loose and she couldn’t stop shaking, Elita stomped back inside, shutting and locking the door, then throwing the 2*4 lock down. Grabbing her cell phone she found Firestar’s number, calling her.

”Firestar here,”

”It’s bad.”

”We know, we’ve been getting reports all day, campers, the pack, even Tailgate saw him. We’re having a meeting tonight at 5pm.”

”I’ll be there-Get Rodimus in, he’s-Thunderclash bit him.”

”MOTHER FUCKER!”