Prowl's Final Wish
By: Miko873
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or any of the characters except my OC.
Agony overtook the femme who was writhing on the ship's floor, a gaping hole in her midsection. She had jumped in front of him to save his life. "Just hold on, Dust! The medic will fix you up!" Prowl said desperately as energon poured from the open wound. Prowl was never this desperate.
Said medic, who was working on her, heaved a sigh. "Prowl, I'm working as best as I can, but I can't work with you crowding around her." He growled and went back to patching her up.
She gasped lightly. "Prowl, I don't think I'm gonna make it. Don't feel bad about my death. It wasn't your fault." A ghost of a smile passed her lips before it turned into a grimace of excruciating pain.
Prowl was panicking. "Don't say that! You're going to live and you can fight and train with me like you always do! Dust, you can't leave me!" Tears poured from underneath his visor, falling onto her chest. He grabbed her servo and he clenched it tightly, not wanting to let go.
"Prowl, you have to let me go. I may be your best friend, but you can ask Jazz to help you grieve." Her breaths were pained and shallow. She shuttered her optics slowly.
Prowl shook his helm violently. "No! No, you have to stay! You are the sweetest, kindest, most caring, most beautiful, loving, person I know! You can't leave me! I love you!" He clutched her servo as if it was a lifeline, the only thing keeping him from floating away into nothingness.
She drew in a shaky breath. He loved her? She smiled through the pain. He watched her desperately, praying for her to stay. He couldn't live without her.
"I love you too." She whispered. Tears were still pouring from his covered optics. He shook his head and kissed her forehelm. "This is all my fault!" he roared, slamming a fist to the ground.
She put her other servo over his. "It was never your fault. I jumped in front of it to save you. I couldn't live with myself if you died and I could've saved you." Her lips were drawn into a silent 'o' of pain when the medic pressed just a little too hard on her wound.
The black and gold mech watched her. Another medic pulled him away. He tore out of their grip and rushed towards her. "Let go!" He roared.
He eventually stopped struggling and sat limp. He loved her. The medic pulled back and her frame laid still. Prowl scrambled to her. "'Dust! Dust?! Wake up! Please!" He crouched beside her and sobbed. "I love you!"
Prowl gave Jazz a small smile as the light engulfed him and his spark left his frame. He opened his optics behind his visor. The first thing he registered was another pair of baby blue optics in front of his. "Bumblebee get out of my face." He growled.
A giggle made its way into his audials. "Try again, Prowl." the voice was distinctly feminine and slightly raspy. His visor widened as the figure backed up. The purple paintjob seemed to gleam in the light.
"Dust!" He launched himself at her and kissed her. She laughed and nodded. "I waited for you." She admitted sheepishly. His deepest wish was standing in front of him.
"You were my dream, Dust." He said softly, resting his chin on her helm. Her optics were soft. "You were mine." He kissed her softly.
She grabbed his servo. "Come on. I wanna show you around." His beautiful femme dragged him away from where he entered. He did not look back once. He had his last wish and he was not going to let her go again.