I don't own Transformers, only 95% of the plot here. And this is in Knock Out's POV. I do not, however, apologise for any OOCness. I use the term "Intended Spark-Mate" differently to what I've see, here I use it to describe a "soul-mate" as a apposed to an "arranged marriage".

Edit: *flips a god damn table* I have no idea what the hell happened...it didn't work before...one long hour of editing later it's as it should be and not a jumble of letters.

Like a volcano erupting Sparks burst from the Well; yet unlike a volcano the end result won't be death, destrustion and endings. It'll be life, creation and beginnings.

"Above all, do not lament my absence, for in my Spark, I know that this is not the end, but merely a new beginning."

We all stare in a mixture of awe and delight at the red Spark that flies gracefully towards us, it radiates the familiar feelings of honour, determination and kindness.

"Optimus," Ratchet whispers, cerulean optics alight with happiness at the sight of his Bond-Mate's Spark.

"Nothing can bring down a Prime!" Smokescreen punches the air, grinning with pure triumph.

"Simply put, another transformation," and with that the Spark rockets away to join the others.

"He's no longer a Prime," Bumblebee chuckles and smiles, "But it's still Optimus."

A cry of delight catches my attention along with everyone else's, we all turn to see that Arcee has moved a few meters away from her previous position. She stands with her back to us, arms stretched out and palms facing the sky. The two-wheeler turns slowly, expression one of absolute joy with coolant trickling down her cheeks as she bends her elbows to bring her servos closer to her chassis. Floating above each palm is a Spark, the left one purple and the other dark green.

"Cliffjumper and Tailgate," Arcee whispers, her frame shaking with happiness.

Bulkhead suddenly stumbles back as about half a dozen different coloured Sparks dance around him. He laughs and swats at them playfully, missing them on purpose.

"H-hey there guys, stop that, c'mon now, go out there and find yourselves frames," he chuckles, but they don't move, they float there as if they're waiting for something, the green Bot's optics widen and he grins, "oh, almost forgot."

He looks at Wheeljack who nods, smiling in understanding, they both curl their left servos into a fist and punch their right palm, then shout in unison: "Do it Wrecker-Style!"

At the sound of their words the Sparks dance about excitedly, then dash off with Arcee's friends in hot pursuit.

"Looks like we'll be seeing all our old friends soon," the grumpy medic actually manages to crack a faint smile and everyone nods in agreement.

"Knock Out?" Smokescreen's vocaliser sounds distant as I take a few steps towards the Well.

I stand with my pedes three meters from the edge, staring at the shooting lights as I wait. Even though I know it's in vain.

"Breakdown," Bumblebee sighs.

The name brings coolant to my optics, I growl and wipe it away angrily, "H-he was on Earth when he...so I guess he's not here."

"But so was Cliff," the femme puts a comforting servo on my shoulder and gives me a halfsparked smile, "and you said that his frame also had Dark Energon in his lines. They were in the same condition when it happened, and Cliffjumper's Spark is here, so his will be here too."

I clench my denta and run a claw over the plating that protects my torn, mourning Spark, "It hurt, it hurt so much when the connection almost broke, it's still there though even though he...he..."

I curl my servos into fists as my intakes become shaky, the memory of the pain that crushed my Spark that day still fresh and laughing at me in my processor. It's rare for the Bond to stay completely intact, I guess it's just because of the rotten luck that plagues me that it happened to me.

"Wait," Ratchet walks forward and stands on my other side, the sympathy in his optics sickens me as he whispers, "he...he was your...your Bonded?"

"And Intended Bond-Mate," my frame begins to shake even more at the memories that are surfacing as everyone gasps, I don't need their pity, pity can't bring back what I really need...Breakdown.

I'll never hear his deep laugh again, never have him stand by me as I ask for another tool while operating and never flirt with his adorable, oblivious self. I'll never see that cocky smirk before a battle, never be able to sit on his lap after a stressful work day as he calms me with a much needed buffing. I'll never feel his servos explore my frame, never feel his lips clash against mine, never hear his vocaliser cry out with my own in the stillness of the night. I'll never feel his digits entwine with mine as we fall into a peaceful recharge, never curl up to his chassis as he carries me to the berth, never tilt my helm forward so that our forehelms touch and never look into those bright, golden optics.

I'll never hear him whisper those three words, words that are so meaningless apart, but bring wave upon wave of emotions when used together in perfect harmony. I'll never feel his Spark merge with mine, never fell his being wrapped around mine, or mine around his. Never. Again.

I break.

My legs give in to the feeling of hopelessness that has washed over my frame, processor and Spark all at once, it pulls me to my knees. Coolant pours down my cheek plates with no way to stop it, yet all I can muster in the consuming anguish is a soft, meek whimper and light sobs. The blue Bot kneels down on one knee. She gently rubs my shoulder, but I don't feel it. Her lips move as they form comforting words, but I don't hear them. The world around me is blurred, I glare at the lights with envy, they all get to see their loved ones again. Why am I the only one that Primus has condemned to be alone? Yes, I was a Con, but I changed, I deserve a second chance just like the other Bots.

It's just. Not. Fair!

With a cry of agony I slam a fist onto the ground and place the other servo on the cold metal. Arcee flinches and removes her servo from my shoulder. I look down at my servos and curl my claws into the ground. It hurts, oh Primus just end me now! I can almost feel him, am I dying, is the pain finally getting to me? It's almost like his Spark is pulling mine from my chassis, calling to it.

"Holy slag," Smokescreen whispers.

"Knock Out," Bumblebee mutters, "Knock Out, look up."

Brushing the tears away I do as he says, processor too numb with pain and sadness to think for itself.

I look up.

The familiar colour glows before me, the green light surrounded by wisps of red slowly bobbing up and down on the spot patiently. I lean back and sit on my heels, kneeling before the Spark, my processor in a daze. It feels too familiar, it's all there, every essence of him.

Warmth

Another gust of snow filled wind roars past the cave mouth.

"S-slag it's c-c-cold," my hiss comes out as a weak stutter, I wrap my arms around my frame and pull my knees up to my chassis as the night-cycle creeps up over the horizon.

Why did we have to scout for Energon on an ICE PLANET?! Don't get me wrong, I'm glad that we found a cave to spend the night in, but we wouldn't have had to find one if we weren't sent here and if the Vehicons hadn't fragging lost us!

"Primus, you're so fussy," the blue bruiser chuckles and rolls his optics, his larger frame is able to hold more heat and for longer periods of time than mine, so he's not feeling the cold as much as I am, lucky slagger, "you know you can just ask."

I twitch as strong, cozy arms engulf my frame and pull me close to the broad, blue chassis. Slowly the shivering ceases, my intakes work evenly again and I can't help but hum with content as I settle myself into the familiar embrace.

"Th-thanks," I mutter, burying my face against his chassis in an attempt to hide the Energon that's pooling beneath my cheek plates.

He places a soft kiss on my fin and hums, "Anytime love, anytime."

It was the first time he said the 'l' word to me.

Protective

I yelp as an Autobot pins my helm beneath his pede, with a snarl I try to get my cuffed servos out from beneath me. I make a fruitless attempt at kicking him, but I'm immediately reminded of my torn right leg. Snarling in a mixture of pain and panic I resort to glaring defiantly at the Bot's toes, which are hovering over my optics.

He just laughs, "This is kinda sentimental, for me that is; first Con kill actually, and Megatron's CMO at that."

"Well yippie for you," I hiss back, then screech in agony as he buries the barrel of his gun in the torn cabling of my leg, he laughs again. I hate to say it, let alone think it, but he'd make a great Decepticon.

"Lay off fragger!" a familiar vocaliser roars as a large blue frame slams into the young Bot, who hits the ground with a loud crash, off-lining him temporarily.

"Took you long enough," I groan at the throbbing ache in my limb as he gently scoops me up and cradles my frame with one arm.

"Got caught up deactivating the other Bots while I was trying to come and rescue you," he stares at the multiple wounds, that cover nearly every inch of me, with worried optics, "Knocks...what'd they do to you?"

"Um...rough...interrogation," I try to push the fresh memories of torture out of my processor, but I lose with a light whine and curl up against the familiar frame, seeking the comfort that I need more than anything.

The warrior growls, optics narrowing and his denta grinding together in repressed anger. With me still cradled in his arm he marches up to the Bot who's just coming to.

The blue mech lifts his gun with his free servo and pushes the end of the barrel to the Bot's helm, right between his optics.

"You'll fit right in at the bottom of the Pit, ya damned piece of scrap metal!" my partner snarls and fires.

It was the day he became a true Decepticon, but he never did it for the cause, he did it for me.

Patient

He waits, we're in a war after all, so he waits. I can see it, the way he shifts uncomfortably even though we share a berth, even though I tell him I love him. It's suicidal to Bond, I know he has the patience to wait, but I don't.

I groan, his glossa rubbing against my audio receptor teasingly, "Breaky."

He smiles at the nickname that I only use when we're alone, "So impatient."

"It's...it's not that," I mutter, even though it is.

"I've got to ask, if I don't then I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Especially if he gets deactivated and leaves me alone at the end of this war. Yes, I say I love him, but that's nothing compared to asking the question. Offering everything you are to the one you love from the very core of your Spark. The Autobots believe that the Decepticons are incapable of feeling love, they have every right to think that, which is why what the ex-Wrecker and I have is something beyond special.

"What is it Knocks?" He moves back and waits, curiosity filling his optics.

"I...I can't wait anymore!" I growl, emotions crash through my Spark like a meteor impact as I fling my arms around his neck and pull him into a deep kiss.

Eventually we both pull away, Sparks racing and intakes shaking.

"Knock Out?" the curious, questioning look continues to stare at me.

I bow my helm and rub my brow against his, "I love you more than it's safe to admit anywhere else but here. I know you're my Intended, I know we're in a war, I also know that either of our Sparks could be extinguished any orbital. Don't make me regret anything, I want every part of you, not just you're frame. But I also want to give everything I am to you. Be mine and let me be yours, be my Bond-Mate."

I offline my optics and wait for what seems like an eternity. Was it too much, did I take it too far?

The blue mech chuckles, "Haha, I thought you'd never ask."

Tender

So gentle, so tender, so...so kind. None of my past partners treated me like this, they saw my frame and heard my vocaliser, which always led them to assume I was in no way different to a needy pleasure-bot. Always so rough, grasping, clawing, wanting more than I could ever hope to give. He's only like this with me, and I'm only like this with him. Anywhere else we have to act like friends, but in this solitude and the silence of this night-cycle we can let our charade drop, here we can make the love that we feel for one another a reality.

My frame rocks slowly with his, pedes scuffing on the berth every now and then whenever he changes his angle. Our breaths mix as his forehelm rubs against mine, tilting his helm to place a soft kiss on my lips. The grip on my hips becomes a little tighter, the angle changes again and my frame shudders as I keen softly, arching into his touch. My claws drag down his back as I allow myself to let out a whimper of need, a shiver runs through my frame and my servos grip his shoulders.

"Breaky, please."

"I've got you," a servo ghosts its way up the side of my frame, leaving it for only a moment so that it can entwine its digits with mine.

My pedes lift off the berth and wrap around his waist, I remove my servo from his shoulder, letting it rest beside my helm on the pillow. He grips it tighter, optics begging, telling me that he can't keep this slow pace up forever. I'm being selfish. I tug him down for a kiss, letting the action show that he has my permission. The blue bruiser lets out a soft groan of thanks and the servo on my hip lifts my lower frame a little higher. He sinks further into me, the force of it pulling my hazy processor into a suspended state of ecstasy.

"Ah, y-yes!" My back arches as the sensation of him filling me destroys every other feeling in my frame, my thighs press harder against him and my heels dig into him, keeping him deep inside me.

"D-dammit Knock Out," he groans and pulls me into a passionate kiss.

...Loving.

I've had a few partners, been courted by a couple of mechs, but none could compare to him. None ever will. All they wanted was my frame, he saw past that, he knows me better than I do.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry," I curl up closer to his chassis, hunting for the comfort of his beating Spark, his servos grip a little tighter and pull me to what I seek, a silent confirmation that he's here for me.

"It's not your fault Knock Out," he sighs, kissing my cheek as he massages my audio receptor, "you've been stressed lately, it's not your fault, these thing happen."

Words so comforting, optics so loving, yet tone one longing and sadness.

"Y-you wanted a s-s-s-...sparkling so badly," I sob, clinging to his frame, just needing to feel that he's still here, "I'm so sorry that...that...I...I lost-"

"Shh, it's ok Knock Out," the blue mech kisses me again, this time a light brush on the lips, "we can try again. I still love you, I always have and nothing will ever change it. Not even this."

"...Thank you, thank you," I murmur over and over again as he rocks me into a comforting recharge.

~No Knock Out~ he whispers through our Bond, ~Thank you. When I left the Wreckers I didn't have anything else to fight for, I had nothing to live for. You've given me a reason to keep pushing on, to keep my Spark beating. I'm here for you love, always here for you, and I'll never leave no matter what~

"Is it...?" Ratchet doesn't finish the sentence, possibly not wanting to cause me anymore pain by saying the name.

"Breakdown," I whisper, joy, relief, and a thousand other emotions well up in every corner of my Spark as I cup my shaky servos and the green Spark bobs forward, resting just above my palms. I can almost hear his hum of content.

I bring the orb of light up to my lips, the Spark quivers as I sigh over it and my mouth tingles at the feeling of his energy field being so close to mine. But I want to feel him, his comforting touch, his tender kiss, and hear his deep laughter fill my audials.

"It's in the Nemesis...find me," I whisper.

He darts away, making a straight line for the wreckage of the Deception warship. I transform, engine roaring with life for the first time in what feels like an eternity, and race after him.

(Six months later)

"It goes here!" Bulkhead snarls, snatching the building material away.

"No," my mate growls, "you always get it wrong!"

"Breakdown, there you are," I huff and storm over, "you're meant to be resting."

"Listen to the Misses, Breaky," the green Wrecker chuckles.

"And you," I hiss at him, smirking inwardly at his frightened, guilty expression, "leave him be!"

"The both of you need to rest!" Ratchet calls up from the ground.

I look over the edge of the platform and glare down at the other medic, "Tell the lug-heads that!"

"Breakdown," Optimus walks over to stand by his mate's side and crosses his arms behind his back, "please come down so that Knock Out will. I do not want the life of the first newspark created since Cybertron turned dark to be put in jeopardy."

"Oh please," I snap, fully away of my fluctuating hormone levels, but not caring about them since my anger is now aimed at Optimus, "I'm barely two months through!"

Ratchet opens his mouth to answer, but his prepared lecture is cut off by my yelp. Breakdown laughs and hauls me over his shoulder like a sack of raw Energon and strides down to the ground with the biggest grin on his face. Arcee laughs and the humans, in their highly unfashionable spacesuits, join her. But the laughter is promptly cut off as I yelp again, aft stinging from the strike of the Wrecker's servo. Raf looks at Cliffjumper to ask why the blue mech just did that, Jack's face flushes bright red as he turns away and shuffles from one foot to the other, but Miko's reaction is the worst.

"Get in there Breakdown, you tap that aft!"

~Primus I love you Breakdown, even though you're a real cheeky fragger~ I purr at my mate.

~Love ya too Knock Out~ Breakdown chuckles.

Made by sudden wave of feels after seeing the ending of the TFP movie, and because there seemed to be something missing...oh, that's right. EVERYONE GETTING A HAPPY ENDING!