A/N: Nothing really to say. MTMTE comic books. CyclonusxTailgate. One-shot with a sequel.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro.
Cyclonus stayed by his lovers side as he laid dying. The smaller mech had saved everyone from the Kill Switch. Tailgate's breathing had slowed to shallow breaths as he struggled to fight the cybercrosis.
"Cyclonus?" Tailgate called out weakly. The purple mech scooted closer. "Do you love me?"
Cyclonus didn't answer at first. He thought for a while. Did he really love Tailgate? Did he want to spend the rest of his time together with him? The answer pulsed within his spark. He truly did love Tailgate.
"Yes I do," Cyclonus answered. "It pains me to say this but it scares me to even think of losing you. I know that you can survive."
"I'm not sure. Ratchet said that I was too late to cure. I only have a few minutes anyways," said Tailgate.
Cyclonus squeezed his optics shut, not letting any forming tears go. He had to think of a way to save the younger mech. There had to be a way. Then he remembered the sword he carried. It was connected to his spark. Maybe he could transfer his spark energy to save Tailgate.
"I'll be right back love," Cyclonus whispered.
The ex-decepticon left out the door and retrieved his sword. After coming back Tailgate weakly looks at Cyclonus.
"Cyclonus, I think this is it," said Tailgate, fear lacing his words.
Cyclonus raised the sword and plunged it into his love's chest. White energy sprang from the blade and into the weak spark below it. Cyclonus felt Tailgate arch up and grip onto his arms tightly as searing pain made their way through his body. After a while Cyclonus pulled away, the blade coming free. Tailgate fell back to the berth and into deep stasis. Cyclonus knew that he had saved him.
The purple mech's legs shook and buckled under him. Cyclonus fell into stasis, thinking only one thing; that he had cured and saved the blue and white mech.
