Hm, daring to try a song-based Fanfiction, am I? I know stories like these tend to be a little...boring and whatnot, since usually it is just a story with lyrics inserted at random places. So, I took a slightly different approach. I actually have a few of these, but I like how this one turned out, so I decided to post it.

Any derogatory or rude/plain mean comments will be deleted, so please refrain from doing so. Constructive criticisms are welcome.

Transformers and the characters used in this story belong to Hasbro/Hastak. The song 'Talk' is property of Coldplay.

Oh, brother I can't-

"I can't get through," a black and white Datsun panted in the near absolute darkness, the white patches of his paint flashing in ghostly luminescence. He had his shoulder pressed against a solid mass of fallen rocks, and his feet were planted firmly in the ground. The sounds of battle faded and became more distant with every passing second.

The Datsun gave another firm heave, his hydraulics squealing and joints straining. Finally, after one last shove, the black and white door panels lowered marginally in defeat and he slid down the invariable wall to slump on the floor of the cave.

"Don't give up, Prowl! I promise we'll get you out of there!" Bluestreak's young voice pierced the dusty murk from the other side, muffled and filled with panic. At those words, Prowl's processor began whirring, computing the probability of him getting out of here alive.

The statistics were grim.

"I'm scared," Prowl breathed as his armored body succumbed to child-like shaking at this revelation. "Primus, I'm so scared."

"It's alright buddy!" This time it was Jazz who shouted through the rock, easily recognizable by his PolyHexian drawl.

I'm going to deactivate down here, Prowl couldn't help but think, his trembling intensifying.

Brother, I can't get through,

"Bluestreak, I thought I told ya to go get Optimus and his bunch so we could get Prowl outta there!" Jazz exclaimed, frustration edging his melodic voice. Bluestreak whipped his head around to stare at Jazz intensely, his big blue optics swirling with a multitude of emotions, fear being predominant.

"I can't leave him," he stated simply but tightly. The young Sniper continued his hand-digging at the base of the rock pile, the stars of Earth flashing on his grey armor plating.

"Why?" That simple question ripped through the air like a dull knife, and the world stood still. Bluestreak turned to face Jazz with terrifying slowness, his emotionally void face so reminiscent of Prowl's.

"Because he is my brother." Suddenly, the ground under Jazz shook with an imaginary earthquake at the revelation.

It simply made sense.

"He wanted to keep it a secret, because if the Decepticons knew, they would surely try to deactivate me," Bluestreak clarified, his voice quiet and simple. He shook his head and his own door panels hung so low they physically scraped the dark and imposing ground. "And that's why I can't leave him, not after all he's done for me."

I'm so scared for the future…

And I don't know what to do...

I can't get through…

Should I continue this? Let me know!