Sparks in the Void
it was strange, the mech mused, that whatever their differences in life, a dying 'Bot and a dying 'Con somehow looked exactly the same. their sets of wounds were arranged differently, but both were equally fatal. the energon which had flowed through both mechs' systems now covered them and touched them with the same soft glow.
the two rested quietly together, propped up in the positions in which they had fallen, half-facing each other. both mouths opened in a near-silent sigh of pain, regret, resignation... and hope. yes, in the end, it seemed that even a Decepticon could hold on to a tiny spark of hope. a human saying claimed that where there was life, there was also hope... and though he and the other were both dying, the mech could sense something gentle and comforting and alive, tenderly gathering them to itself. somehow, the mech knew that the two of them... yes, both he and his enemy
(his former enemy - he could feel the war which had driven him for so long melting away like ice beneath the smile of a sunbeam)
the two of them together were being drawn quietly toward that mysterious force which neither had understood until now.
and then the shining brightness embraced them.
vaguely, the mech noted that light of such an impossible intensity should have rendered their optics useless... and yet, it didn't. though everything else had faded, he could still see the other mech looking calmly back at him and - inexplicably - smiling.
the other mech's optics had failed long before.
(and the mech knew that if he looked at his own internal diagnostics, they would tell him that his own optics were not functioning either and therefore he couldn't be seeing anything)
though a part of him perceived only a pair of blank, dark voids, another part of him - the deepest, most essential part - insisted that the brightness surrounding the two of them was starting to pierce through those voids. tiny pinpricks of Spark-pure light were shining from the empty blackness - from Nothing was suddenly Something: something bright like the stars, which before had been above them, but now were within them, connecting them to each other and to everything else.
when he looked into the other mech's optics, he saw the Universe. and the Universe saw him, and the Universe loved him, and the Universe welcomed him home.