Warning: Mention of suicide
Chapter 1
Spark broken. He had been completely spark broken for a long while and still was. Some mech that he considered as a best friend, a bot that he was in love with was dead. The bot was killed, protecting his younger brothers and himself from harm and he paid the price for it.
Meister sighed. He had held Ricochet in his arms, trying to get him to help… but failed. At least Jazz and Blaster wasn't there to see their brother die. Meister had dragged Ricochet to the nearest Medical Center; the medics took Ricochet away from him while a femme nurse took Meister somewhere to check on him. The nurse had called Meister's Creators while the other medic's had called Ricochet's creators and the Enforcers since the young one was murdered.
The orns after that seemed like they were missing in Meister's processor. The funeral for his friend, saying goodbye for the last time drew heavily on his spark and school wasn't any better. He had still expected to see Ricochet walking down the hall with a huge smile on his faceplate, whistling a tune and constantly bugging him.
His Creators were worried about him, he knows that. They had taken time off from work to help him grieve; though he did pass on that he was fine only to get his Creators to go back to work. They eventually did go back to work, leaving him alone at home, contemplating with himself. He took one if his Sire's guns before leaving his home, going to his friend's grave.
Meister took his time going to the grave, taking in the final sights of Polyhex. He couldn't see himself in the future, he always imagined Ricochet to be apart of it and now… Well, he made his decision.
He got to Ricochet's grave , he stood in front of it. He felt his optics get wet as he looked at his friend's grave.
"I tried to…" Meister frowned to himself, trying to put his words together. "I'm trying to move on. It's hard, you know. I just keep seeing you at school or popping up out of nowhere." Meister sighed. "I never got the chance… never gotten the chance to tell you what you mean to me." He took out his Sire's gun from his subspace and pointed it at his own helm. "Now I understand what they mean by a broken spark won't shine anymore. He was about to the pull the trigger when he felt servos hitting the gun from him. He turned furiously at whoever dared to interrupt him.
It was his Sire.
"What in the Pit name are you doing son?!" His Sire exclaimed. Meister looked away, he couldn't bare to see the hurt in his Sire's optics.
"I miss him," Meister choked out.
His Sire sighed. "I know. It never gets easier to deal with a loved one lost; they don't disappear as you get older, they stay with you." Meister didn't say anything. "I couldn't bare losing your Carrier but your Carrier and I cannot bare to lose our son."
Meister felt his optics starting to water. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be." His Sire hugged him. "I know how much Ricochet meant… means to you. It's okay to grieve." Meister nodded. "I have a friend, Rung, he is a therapist. I think it's time for you to speak to one." His Sire let him go and went to pick up his gun to hide in his subspace. "I have my Enforcer ship if you want to learn how to drive one."
Meister smiled. "Okay." His Sire smiled and headed back to his Enforcer ship. Ricochet wouldn't have want him to kill himself for him; Ricochet would have been furious if he did. In a way, he was happy that his Sire found him somehow and stopped him. He looked at Ricochet's grave, nodding to it as if his friend was standing right there. His Sire was right, he was always right.
It's okay to grieve.