#lycan!deadlock

Have a blepping Booflock who failed to pounce on demon!Wing who was making food. Based on a conversation (that me and Rune had) that was triggered by a video of a cat failing to jump on its owner’s back.

For @ruenesca because she likes to think lycan!Deadlock’s other form is a four-legged pooch. (I’m fine with both two-legged and four-legged.)

He’s scared.

He’s so scared.

He sees a sewer pipe in a ditch and hides there. He’s trembling. His tail’s between his legs. He’s panting. He tries to calm down.

His pursuers run past his hiding place.

Deadlock heaves a sigh of relief...

Then, a bright flash of light blinds him. He yelps and dashes forward and knocks the hunter over and makes a run for it.

The hunters are behind him again in no time. He’s getting tired.

A loud bang and searing pain. Deadlock yelps in pain and stumbles and hits the ground. His leg is bleeding. Hot, throbbing pain nearly paralyzes him.

The hunters surround the lycan and point their loaded guns at him.

Deadlock whimpers and closes his optics and presses himself closer to the ground.

I don’t wanna die!

Then he hears a whooshing sound. As if huge wings beating the air.

The next thing he knows is a huge black figure looming over him, a deep growl rumbling from the stranger. The hunters scatter and run away.

Deadlock can’t move because of fear and the shock of being wounded. The stranger steps over him and crouches down. The stranger’s blazing yellow optics look down at the lycan and Deadlock stares back, growling.

“Everything’s all right. I won’t hurt you”, the black stranger says in a soothing voice, “I’ll take you to safety”, and makes a move to lift Deadlock in his arms.

VERY angery boof.

"I wonder who did this...”

and follows the trail of stuffings to the bedroom to see Deadlock hunched up in the corner, looking all guilty, with some more stuffings around him.

Wing/Ratchet brings the camera up and zooms in on Deadlock and asks, "Did you do this?"

Deadlock fights his way through the pack to defend his master, taking his place between the demon and the growling, advancing pack. He growls back, baring his fangs before lunging at the enemy.

Wing is horrified by the sight and noise; sharp claws ripping through fur, leaving bleeding open wounds, fangs sinking in to tear, loud growling, piercing yelps...

The demon has to help but his leg (there’s a deep open wound on his thigh) prevents him from intervening. All he can do is to look menacing by spreading his huge, black, leathery wings and hope for the best.

The fight is over as soon as it had started as the pack runs away, injured and humbled.

The lycan pants, his tongue hanging from his mouth. There’s a piece missing from his right ear, there are bleeding wounds from the other lycans’ claws all over his body; chest, back, legs. His face has a row of claw marks going over his left optic, bloodying his sight.

“Deadlock...?”

Deadlock’s ears flick at his name and he turns around. Relief fills his spark; Wing’s untouched, save for the nasty wound on his thigh. He managed to keep his master safe.

He stumbles and slumps to the ground, utterly exhausted. He hears the demon cry his name and soon he feels gentle hands on him and strong arms lifting him up to be cradled against a warm body. Wing kicks off the ground as best as he can with an injured leg and they’re off towards home.

Lycan!Deadlock is sick. Like, terminally ill. He won't make it and he knows it. He's requested euthanasia and demon!Wing has given his consent, too.

Deadlock's lying on the berth on his side. Wing's sitting by his berth and petting Deadlock's head and holding his hand. "I love you", Wing says, kissing Deadlock's dark gray crown, "I love you so much."

The lycan says nothing, his optics are barely open. But Wing knows Deadlock loves him, too. Tears are streaming from both mech’s optics. The lycan moves his other paw on top of Wing's. The sole is soft and the demon squeezes the paw gently.

The doctors come in and start preparing the fluids needed for this prosedure. The lycan whimpers weakly and Wing soothes him, his voice trembling, "Shh, it's all right, Deadlock. It's all right."

It's time for the first fluid. One of the doctors finds the vein and sticks the needle in and injects the anesthetic. "Don't worry. He won't feel anything", the doctor said.

Wing starts crying more as Deadlock's weak grip loosens more and his whole body becomes lax.

The final fluid is injected. One of the doctors listens to the lycan's spark beat...

"He's gone", they whisper and remove the stetoscope, "I'm so sorry."

Perceptor has been away from home for long time (we’re talking about months here) on either a job related trip or whatever and when he comes home, Deadlock is waiting for him with Wing.

Wing has a video camera rolling and it’s about time Percy comes home.

“Oh. I think I heard a door slamming shut”, Wing says, smiling at Deadlock who’s been sitting at the window all day, tracking every single passing car for it to turn to the driveway.

The lycan scrambles down from the couch, claws scratching the wooden floor as he dashes to the door and wrenches it open to run into Percy’s arms.

The sounds he makes... Oh, dear Primus; happy barking, whimpering, growling, more whimpering. All the while squirming and wiggling in Percy’s lap as the vampire embraces (or tries to) Deadlock.

Wing sheds tears of joy as he watches the two of them.

(Just watch a few videos of dogs welcoming their owner back home on YouTube to understand what I meant with this brain fart. :’D)