A/N: Hey! So, I'm back to writing! AND YES SCHOOL IS OUT FINALLY! (My school was last...) Anyway, I just had this idea for a short story, so here ya go!
Darkness. Darkness everywhere. Surrounded by a black, endless void. Then, there was a light. Small, but growing brighter and brighter, until everything was light. Then, I saw myself. Laying there, on the brink of death. Alone except for the rookie. The rookie that saved a Prime's life. My vision kept fading in and out, until everything was a blur. Then, in an instant, it all cleared up.
I saw him. Primus, standing there, waiting for me. I didn't understand. My time wasn't finished, I hadn't finished what I was meant to do. I started panicking, I couldn't die! "No, Primus! No, not yet!" I cried, but it seemed as if he couldn't hear me. "It is time to pass on the Matrix, Optimus," he said. I couldn't believe it. How could I die, here, now?
The world around me suddenly started to twist and turn until I was back into my dying chassis. "Smokescreen," It was barely a whisper, but he heard it. "Optimus! You're going to be fine. We're going to make it through this. You just have to believe in yourself!" I looked at him through weary eyes. "No, I'm dying," I whispered again.
Then, a light filled the room. I opened my chestplate, revealing the Matrix. "Smokescreen, it's your time," I said. He looked at me, confused, then it dawned on him. "No, Prime, no. I can't do it! You're going to be okay, I'm going to get you outta here!"
I held up my hand, silencing him. "Smokescreen, it's time you became a Prime," I said, using the last strength I had. He looked at the Matrix in awe, then placed it in his own chest.
Before I could see his transformation into a Prime, everything sped up. Suddenly, I realized I was looking out into space. Cybertron lay before me. It still was not restored, so I figured this was the near future. Then, I heard a rumbling. The planet was shaking. Then, it exploded into a bunch of large chunks. "No!" I cried, but I was too late. My decision to make Smokescreen a Prime had resulted in this. Now, my fellow autonomous robotic organisms had no place to live.
Just as the wave of debris was about to hit me, everything turned black again. Then, I opened my eyes and jumped up. I was in my resting chambers. It was just a dream, I thought. I just couldn't shake the memory, though. Just then, the door slammed open. "Optimus! Are you okay?" It was Ratchet, coming to check on me. "I heard you yelling, everything all right in here?" he asked. "Yes, I'm okay," I replied. Ratchet raised an optic ridge, but closed the door and walked away. I shivered, trying to get the picture out of my head. I knew, right then and there that I wouldn't be anywhere near Smokescreen when I died.
A/N: So how did you like it? XD I just know that if Smokescreen became Prime, Cybertron would explode within ten minutes. (Btw, wrote that on my iPad so it may not be completely correct...)