Alone

So has this fanfic "Trapped" that makes me RAEG and makes me love it. And at the end of the last chapter she posted (chapter 29 on FF.net [link] ) I was compelled to actually get out a pencil and draw.

So here are Frenzy and Rumble. And an ocean of emosauce. Trust me, this bit is SAD.
I do not have enough swear words at my disposal to describe her Megatron.

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Spoilerific scene-bit pasted in below. Read it, and know why I had to draw this or explode.

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The salt from the sea was beginning to crust and dry on his plating. Especially in his joints after his long swim from Decepticon Base. He stared down at his hands, already feeling the itchy microcrystals begin to form in the hairline cracks between his fingerplates. He frowned and ran his finger gingerly down the front of his chestplate, around the edges, making sure that his chassis was locked tight, despite the ache. He had a sudden fear of salt water getting to his internals, corroding his circuitry. He checked his chestplate hinges, and noticed one was a little loose, still sore. Bent? He brushed it off frantically, but then stopped himself, putting both hands purposefully on his kneecaps and glaring at the waves. It's shut, dammit, that's all the tighter it ever fraggin shut. He told himself this, but a twisting blind panic in Frenzy wondered if his chestplates would ever feel shut enough.

Shit, stop it, forget it. Nobody else thinks it's a big deal, so slaggin' get over yourself. Frenzy deliberately shut that part of his processor down and instead focused on exactly how long he could sit out here before he needed to scrape up the nerve to go back to Base. It was a nice, neutral train of thought, so Frenzy savored his indecision for at least half an hour. Until he heard a splashing behind him.

He whirled around just in time to see two purple hands, and between them a wide smirk beneath a red visor. Rumble pushed Frenzy from the rock with a splash and then climbed atop it. He stood, hands on hips, watching and grinning as his brother struggled to scramble back on the tiny island.

"What the frag Rumble?" Frenzy growled pulling himself up out of the water, and then standing. "What the hell didja do that for?"

The purple cassetticon shrugged, a 'who me?' expression on his faceplates. "Aww come on Frenzy...lighten the hell up. It's no big deal."

Frenzy turned away, arms crossed tight. "F*** off. Ya think I came up here cuz' I wanted slaggin' company?"

Rumble snorted and punched him on the shoulder. "Where were you last night huh?" He asked, leering.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Frenzy leered back, "Go to the Pit."

After regarding him up and down, Rumble laughed, "Heh. New scratches." He gave his brother a poke on the chest. "And ya got some grey paint on you."

Frenzy's fist came out of nowhere catching his brother on the jaw and sending him flying backwards into the ocean. Turning so he didn't even see the splash, Frenzy considered leaving, but something kept him rooted to the rock, and the moment. He sat down, curled tight, and didn't watch his brother pull himself out of the water to sit beside him. There was an uncharacteristic silence between the brothers, and over them both a heavy weight loomed.

"Look." Rumble's voice was low. "What I meant to say was, uh..." He sighed, for a moment in every way the older brother, "Look. It's. I know that what happened—that it isn't—wasn't really..."as he trailed off Rumble drew his legs up to his chest, crossed his arms around himself. His next sigh was ragged, "Look. Frenzy. I should have warned you."

"Warned me?" Frenzy turned his head, Rumble was looking at the waves lapping against the slimy rock, his face unreadable.

"Yeah. I should have warned you about him. Ya know he does that with everybody right? But I thought that...that maybe with the two of us being so alike, and you being in the box so much, that maybe he just wouldn't think..." Rumble stopped when Frenzy shuddered against him. "But. But I should have at least warned you, you know, so you would know what to—I don't know—what to expect."

The realization slowly dawned. "You mean...you too?"

"Oh. Yeah. Of course." Rumble replied lightly, but lifelessly; he was turned so his face was obscured.

"For how long?"

"A while, I guess. I don't know."

"And, and a lot?" Frenzy felt a sudden surge of fear.

"Naw, not really." Rumble patted him on the shoulder, and then left his hand there gripping his arm. "Ya get used to it. Really. I don't even think about it anymore. Just, just try not to think about it, okay? Okay Frenzy?"

Frenzy nodded. "Okay," he offered, meekly. Rumble dropped the arm, but so they sat supporting each other.

"And. And Frenzy?" Rumble's voice was tight, Frenzy had never heard him like this before. "Frenzy, I'm sorry I didn't warn you."

The two brothers sat on the rock, leaning on each other. Around them the ocean and the sky stretched away to emptiness. Rumble and Frenzy sat watching it silently, uncharacteristically still. Rumble gripped his brother's hand, they sat back to back supporting each other, alone together.