His servos were screaming, coolant and energon leaking from various places. But the wound on his left side, just under his rib-strut, caused his optics to flicker with pain. His communications were out, if he couldn't find Ratchet, and soon, he would offline for the last time. Under his small refuge in the wasteland that used to be a gleaming American city, Bumblebee attempted last minute field repairs on his knee joint. An underhanded shot from Starscream as he roared overhead. The image of his charge flashed across his eyes, a ghost, and his hand clenched into a fist.
He would not let Earth fall.
This was his home.
Their last chance at peace.
With a surge of energy he shifted enough to bring his leg under him and got to his feet, arm transforming to his canon as his battle-mask clicking into place. The weapon emitted a hum as he directed energy towards the barrel and firing sequences. Rolling his shoulders once he ran back onto the battlefield, firing intermittently at the 'Cons littering the street.
He Would Not Let Earth Fall.
A.N: I know I should be working at my other fics... but Transformers was persistent and would not give me peace unless I got something out. This could be placed.. in just about any transformers verse... but in my head it's set in Bayverse.
I really REALLY hope you liked it.
Please let me know in a review!
Much love:
~Animelover