Transformers are not mine ...
They had never thought it could hurt that much.
Loosing Sam was one of the most painfull things in their millenia-long-life.
Granted, he had a long life, for an average human, but ... to the two Cybertronian robots, it was like mere seconds had been passed. From the moment they had bonded, to the moment they had to say their goodbyes.
They had watched as he got older, from a young man in his early twenties, the father he had become in his thirties, the self-confident leader of the humans in the nexus in his late fourthies.
His silence, and mourning as Mikaela and Lennox died, and much of the other humans around as well, when he was getting in the middle-fifties.
His joy becoming a grandfather right after his 62th birthday.
Illness ...
The slow ... decay of his human body.
His mind had stayed sharp, the whole time over.
They had laughed. They had made love. They had mourned. All of them together.
But ...
Humans couldn´t live forever.
They knew it too, even if they tried to forget it sometimes.
Now ...was the time to say goodbye.
Ratchet had confirmed earlier, what all three of them had feared the most.
Sam was dying.
He wouldn´t see the dusk again.
His last day.
His ... Son and his grandchildren had come to say goodbye already.
They had left him and the two bots alone.
Alone to bid their farewells.
Each of them holding a hand, stroking it, comforting the human in their middle, they layed on the large recharge-berth, where all of them could fit. Sam, cuddled in a nest of warm blankets, safe, secure, embraced by their love. The bond was wide open between them, feeling the slowly ending feelings of the human, trying to keep him with them for just a few hours more ... a few minutes more ... a few seconds more. Till there was nothing more to hold on and the inevitable needed to happen.
"Sam ...you´re going?" The voice, tinted with emotion.
"Yes, it´s enough"
The smile that lay on Sams face stayed there, even after the human heart had stopped to beat, the cybertronian spark had stopped to send the feelings to the others.
Stayed, even after the bond was empty of the space the human Samuel Witwicky had occupied in the two bots sparks.
Their wailing still could be heard hours after Sam had gone.
The dead body between them, holding him close, refusing to let go.
But eventually, they needed to let go.
Ratchet came and softly pulled the now cold human body out between the mourning bots, and their comrades rushed in to prevent something to happen. But the two mourning bots didn´t even have the strength to fight against the others. They just hold onto each other.
They burned the corpse to ashes. The empty shell that had hold the most precious being in their life.
The furneral.
Humans say that furneral are to say goodbye.
That they are to comfort the ones who stayed behind.
But no comfort could be find there. Not for the two bots that hold onto each other. Both had gone silent since the death, the pain of the loss of one part of their sparks, almost too much to bear.
Condolences were made.
But neither of them really heard, or saw something else than the little urne with the ash of their mate.
Holding hands, they stayed there long after everyone else had gone.