Transformers

Summary: He hadn't known how much just out of time they truly were until he watched them leave. -slash fic-

Disclaimer: Not mine! Transformers belongs to HasTak! :D

He hadn't realized how out of time, they truly were, until he had found his Lord dying on a battlefield that was located on a back water planet that far, so very far from their own homeworld.

He had been fighting the Autobots and their puny allies from both the ground and in the sky, when he had felt a quiver and the waver in his spark. He felt pain and anger from his other half, before he blasted his current enemies away and flew away in the direction that he knew where he could find him.

He soon found his mate and Lord on the ground surrounded by the enemy, his huge silver frame riddled with dents, holes, and energon splattered on his armor and on the ground around his body.

For all appearances to their forces, enemies, in the base and on the battlefield, they would keep the mask in place - one the violent and sadistic overlord and the other as the violent and scheming second in command. Though when they were in their closed quarters, they would drop those appearances for themselves in need of that warm and violent love that they shared.

But when the War had started there was only so many times that they could sneak off and leave the base under Soundwave's command so that they could sneak off to remind each other that they were still alive and functioning.

But now he hadn't realized that time had run out for them so quickly as he ever so gently touched his bondmate's battered armor and watched as the familiar optics of his mate fade in and out as he struggled to focus on him.

"Star..."

"Hush now my Lord. I'll get you to a medic."

"Star.. there is no need for my time has come.."

"My Lord, we need you here to lead us to victory.. I..."

The unspoken I need you was known to them, but left unsaid.

"Starscream... I can not stay now.. my time has come.. I.."

The once familiar red optics brightened and then dimmed for the final time which was followed by an empty feeling in his spark. With a cry of outrage and loss he flew into space, swearing revenge on those who had killed his Lord.

~End~

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