I do not own Transformers.
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I fall to the ground, my face twisted in pain. My brother, my other half, has been killed. I feel nothing but emptiness over the twin bond that we share. Sideswipe has died, and I know that I am soon to follow.
My brother, what could kill you so quickly? It seems like just yesterday that we were making Prowl glitch, and dodging Hatchet's wrenches. I miss those days, but above all, I have missed you. My twin, who I haven't seen in years.
Red Alert is kneeling by me now, but there is nothing he do for a twin bond. He knows it, I can see it in his eyes. If Sideswipe's spark has been extinguished, then mine must join it. I can feel myself growing weak, and everything is going dark.
I'm somewhere else now, and all I can see are my fellow Autobots; Jazz, Ironhide, and Sideswipe. Arcee, Chromia, Elita-One.
I'm home, Sideswipe.
I'm home.
