Fumbling
Towards Ecstacy
By:
Sinead
Author’s
Note:
I found out that this song would be a good beginning for the ending of the
series between Sapphire and Rattrap. It has the general romance-sort-of theme
for any of the couples that I’ve seen: DB and whoever . . . in this line of
events, me and him, but that’s only in my own perfect little world; Rattrap
and Sapphire; Starath and Megatron; Optimus and Nurannoniel; TM2DB and Lady
Scale; Rampage and Lady Venom, or Lady Dementia . . . I’ve named the big ones,
but it’s a good start. I do not own Beast Wars, Rattrap, Sapphire, Sarah
McLachlan, the song “Fumbling Towards Ecstacy,” or any other unknown
copyrighted people or things I may or may not mention. Does that take care of
it?
All
the fear has left me now
I’m
not frightened anymore
The
stranger at the door blinked at the shorter girl, clearly not quite use to
someone smaller looking up at him. “I, uh . . .”
“Look,
you wanna talk with her, you gotta go and get her to open her door first.
She’s only opened it to Dad, who’s brought her food. And before you ask any
more questions, I’m not answering them. Move, please, I have someone to
meet.”
It’s
the heart that beats beneath my flesh
It’s
my mouth that pushes out this breath
It
was simple to find Sapphire. Her crying could be heard through nearly the whole
house. Swallowing somewhat nervously, the young man blinked, then walked towards
the door. An older man was watching him. “You the boy that my youngest was
yelling at?”
“Uh,
yeah?”
The
elder man said nothing, but handed the younger a mug filled with a steaming
brown liquid, and left. After a moment of watching and listening to the steps of
the baffled father, the dark brown-haired young man knocked upon the door
gently.
And
if I shed out a tear I won’t cage it
I
won’t fear love
Sapphire
sniffled, and clutched the pillow to her chest, unable to really move from her
bed, feeling too weak and too drained to make any effort towards moving. A week
had passed, and nothing had happened. She had only been online long enough to
send two e-mails, and to receive answers to her questions. Nothing was
reassuring. Both Sinead and Starath had seen Dinobot and Megatron after not more
than four hours of knowing that they had “died.”
Maybe
this time, it was different. Maybe . . . maybe he really was dead.
The
young woman looked up, seeing a late-teenage boy with a mug of something in his
hand. “Sorry, but uh, your dad told me t’ give this t’ you.”
And
if I feel rage I won’t deny it
I
won’t fear love
“That
so?” Sapphire croaked out, throat sore from crying. “You could have
knocked.”
“Yeah,
I guess so . . . but I don’t like to. Wastes time.”
“Who
are you.”
He
smiled, and said, “Well, you’ll find that out yourself. Here, drink up.”
Companion
to our demons
They
will dance and we will play
Sapphire
took the mug, and wrapped cold fingers around the comfortably warm surface. The
young man sat at her desk, accidentally activating her computer. He blinked, as
a voice came over the small speakers. “Sapph?! Are you there?! Is that
you?!”
Sapphire
nodded towards the microphone, and was pleasantly surprised to see that the
slightly-older-than-teenager was already setting it up, and turning it on. She
said, “Yeah, I’m here.”
“How
are you?”
With
chairs, candles and cloth
Making
darkness in the day
Sapphire
sighed, and the sound was caught upon the microphone. The voice sighed in
return. “Don’t tell me: You’ve been up all night again, crying.”
“But
. . .”
“And
he’s not there yet.”
The
young man finally spoke up, allowing his accent to flow free, unrestricted by
the wish to keep his identity a secret for one moment longer. He hated
seeing Sapphire in the state she was in, tortured by the scenes of what could
have been death for him. “Dat’s not true, ’ya know, Sinead.”
It
will be easy to look in or out
Upstream
or down without a thought
As
there was silence from Sinead’s end, Sapphire blinked at him, and he took the
mug of hot cocoa from her hands before it could fall upon her bed. He took the
computer microphone, and said, “She’ll get back ta ’ya in a while.”
Turning
it off, he looked at Sapphire, who was bursting into tears yet again.
“Rattrap.”
“Yeah.”
And
if I shed out a tear I won’t cage it
I
won’t fear love
Sapphire
leapt into his arms, and held on tight, unable to either stop her tears, or let
go of his form. He was here, he was alive . . . alive
. . . and . . . she was complete again. Rattrap chuckled, and said, “Hey,
look, I had t’ hitch-hike all dis way, just to see you.
Surely I deserve more’n just tears.”
Laughing
through her tears, Sapphire looked up at him, as he wiped a tear away. She
smiled, and said, “Shut up, Rattrap, and hug me.”
The
human young man grinned, and did just that.
And
if I feel rage I won’t deny it
I
won’t fear love
Pushing
him away slightly a moment later, the girl looked into his eyes, and blinked,
seeing exactly what she had once pictured him to be. He was her height . . .
although a little bit taller. His soft hair was the color that of dark
chocolate, and stuck out at odd angles, much like her own pet rats’ looked
like, right after waking up from a refreshing nap.
Peace
in the struggle to find peace
Comfort
on the way to comfort
His
eyes were . . . simply . . . amazing. While Dinobot . . . Donovan
. . . had these perfect blue eyes, and Megatron . . . no, he was known as
Micheal now . . . had blue-violet-red eyes . . . Rattrap’s were simply
different and . . . comforting. They were a hazel, but it wasn’t any ordinary
shade of hazel, that you would see elsewhere. They were a warm golden hazel,
that seemed to embody the very meaning of acceptance towards the grieving young
woman.
The
silent words that his eyes spoke to her . . . they comforted her far beyond
anything audible that he could ever speak.
And
if I shed out a tear I won’t cage it
I
won’t fear love
“Sapphire
. . . you remember what I asked ’ya?” Rattrap asked quietly.
She
nodded, still entranced by his eyes. The once-Transmetal smiled, and she smiled
back, whispering, “You said, ‘Would you have married me?’ . . . And I
replied . . .”
“Even
if I never was going t’ be human, ’ya would,” Rattrap said, his smile
broadening.
And
if I feel rage I won’t deny it
I
won’t fear love
“Because
. . . I love you,” Sapphire said, her face beginning to lose its pale,
tear-stained look, and start to fill with color again. Specifically, a blush.
She looked at the mirror behind her . . . what was he? What did her heart
identify him as? He most certainly wasn’t just a friend . . . he was . . . something
more.
Rattrap
seemed to sense her thoughts, and looked over his shoulder at the mirror.
“Heh. Well. Lookit me, willya?” He blinked, and then patted his growling
stomach, grinning at the fact that he hadn’t lost all his physical features.
“And I’m built! I’m likin’
dis, Sapph!”
I
won’t fear love
Sapphire
laughed, and Rattrap smiled at her. “Hey, look, I got some whachamacallits . .
. rands. Your currency. You want some scoff? My treat. An’ I think dat I have
enough for a movie after.”
I
won’t fear love . . .
Sapphire
smiled, and pushed him gently from the room. “Let me get changed. And . . .
yeah. That would be nice.”