This story isgoing to have some character from the Bayverse and some from the cartoons. Also the story its not contained in any movie.

I´m going to try and stay true to the transformers personalities. The couple that stars my story for now its a mystery.

"I dont own the autobots or decepticons or anything in the movies. I only own the Oc's i put here"

The mech belongs to hasbro but the femme is my OC.

Thank you for the attention.

"Messages/Comm links"

"Thoughts"

"Normal talking"

"Bond talks"

Chapter one

It was torture, seeing it happen and not being able of doing something, absolutely nothing!

Two set of optics, sad and tortures optics, that looked at their so little sparkling, their own energon and metal, dying slowly of hunger.

The mech couldn't look anymore, so he turned his back to his mate and sparkling. He couldn't look, but he could hear the so low screeches of his sparkling, calling for their help, calling for nourishment and the voice of his mate trying to at least try and put their sparkling a little more at ease, so he then could leave, at least with a sense of peace and being loved.

Then, there was nothing, only but the low sobbing of his mate has their sparkling gave his final plea and left, finally to join Primus in the Well of Sparks.

He failed them again; once more one of his own got a slow and torturous death, the energon he could get was scarce; he even gave up his own fill so that his sparklings could thrive, but it was not enough, it was never enough. He and his mate were so tortured that they lost count of how many of their sparklings they had to watch fade.

He turned to his mate with a heavy spark and dim optics, his spark trashed in its cage at the sight of his broken mate with their sparkling on her servos. He approached her and she looked at him with pain filled optics.

"Let's go."

Her optics brightened a little at hearing his voice and then she nodded.

They began walking and entered a plain like terrain that had strange looking stones in a also strange pattern.

They stopped and looked around the place, the pain filled once again their sparks, threating to suffocate them, and the red sand looked like what humans would say: "blood drenched sand".

Mars, they toked refuge there, at once they dared to call it home, a safe heaven, but now it would haunt them for the rest of their existence.

Now, for them, was only a remember of what this war had caused.

How fitting perhaps, Mars the god of war, as humans believed. Its tittle didn't mean anything now, now it was only a place where they putted to rest their sparklings.

Mars, at least that plain, was now a place that was nothing more than a cybertronian like cemetery, their sparklings tombs were in a pattern that was used to bury the countless of other ones that had been murdered at Megatron's will so many millions of years ago.

He began digging a little grave and after finishing it his mate with delicate servos putted their sparkling in its final resting place, far away from the war.

She then clung to him and he out his arms around her trying to give her comfort. Like a real cybertronian funeral they began low chants in their own language.

Finishing their grieving chant, they buried their own once more.

"It's my entire fault."

The femme looked at her mate with wide optics and shook her head. She hugged him then and after feeling him do the same she tried to give the strength he seemed to lack in that moment.

"No, it's not. You do everything you can; you put your life in danger just for my and our sparklings sake. You are brave and they know it, they go knowing you tried your best to give them a chance, that you love them. No one here is at fault, except the war."

With that he latched onto her and they stood there, holding each other, trying do draw some sort of comfort even if it seemed impossible.

A beep echoed in his processor, informing him that his time to go was near. He didn't want to go; he wanted to stay here with his femme, far away from his problems.

But he couldn't, their lives depended on that.

He cycled his vents and released her slowly and put then his forehead against hers.

"I have to go."

It pained him to say that, but it was necessary.

"Yes, I know."

Even with a tired and pained look, she was so beautiful. The sun that controlled that system increased her shine, giving the impression that she was an angel with an aura around her. Her black frame was the perfect fit for the type of task she was trained to perform in the academy days, a spy, but that was back in the days.

Looking at her made him want to stay even more, but he couldn't, he cycled his vents and looked around, seeing one last time before his depart the resting place of his own.

"You are going to be ok alone?"

"Yes, of course."

Then she looked around and looked back at him.

"Iif you forgot, I'm not really alone."

"Of course. I will be back again with more energon."

"Yes, of course you will. Because seriously, who would you be without me?"

Even with a heavy and pained spark she tried to be her normal self, trying to cheer him up. He gave her an amorous shove and replied.

"No one."

With that he transformed and shot into the space heading to the planet Earth.

In there he was going to use his grieve, his anger and his hurt. Somehow, those feelings almost replaced energon, giving him strength when he needed, that plus his femme presence even if only in spark.

In Earth, now the battlefield between two factions, he was going to transform himself, he always did, he was going to be someone different.

Here it is, if i have any mistke then please tell me so i can correct it.

Like i told in the begining the mech doesnt belong to me, the femme OC is mine.

But now a challenge:

"I would like to hear your opinions in who the mech is." Tell me who you think it is, i so love this games ;b

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