Disclaimer: I do not own the Transformers in any way, shape, form, or fashion. Unless you count the toys that are currently strewn around my house and my DVD's...
I owe my inspiration to Cyndi, Merfilly, and femme4jack. Their stories are amazing if you haven't read them - go now and do so!
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"Is the future of our race not worth a single human life."
The thoughts and pictures following that question sped through me like a torrent ending with one small face. Blue eyes, sad eyes, ones that had seen too much life for their years. No, he wouldn't end with one. He knew it was a lie, as did I. He would hunt her down. Do things to her that he had done to too many others. Being a pet was never a kind thing. I could not allow that to happen.
The pictures that were constructed by my mind's eye enraged me as I had not been in eons. I could not allow that to happen. Not ever. Not to her. I would give all that I had, everything that I am, to keep her safe. Do anything, even sacrifice the possibility of a future that may never be for my dying race, to keep any pain from her eyes. I channeled my rage into the fight. To use a saying picked up from one of my cadres favorite movies; I unleashed hell.
My error was in stopping.
I needed to see that Sam was safe. He would keep her safe. He cared for her in as much as someone with his few years knows how. It wasn't as I would have liked nor did he show her how precious she was but it wasn't my place to do so, so I did what I could in fighting, in protecting.
The blade that ripped though my chest terrified me more for what would become of her rather than what was happening to me. The last thoughts to cross my mind were of how I had failed. With my dying energy I told Sam to run. I prayed to Primus it would be enough, or at least buy them time for those that followed to find them.
I had failed...her.
She had become my reason to continue fighting. She would never know, and it was better that way.