A/N This is an idea I had while talking to my brother. Poor, poor Blitzy. I love him so much and I still tortue him. Mwahaha...

"Vhy me?"

"Because, Blitzwing. Only you have the spark capacity for this operation."

"But...vhat about ze dangers? You zaid zis vas a risky operation from ze beginning."

"Well, well, well. A Decepticon shying in the face of danger? How did you survive all these years?"

"Skyvarp is a coward and he ist still around."

"Hmm…Point made. Argument overruled, however, on the fact that he won't be for much longer."

"None of us vill be."

"Except you."

"Except uz." Blitzwing echoed hollowly. "If ve even survive."

"Honestly, what are you afraid of? You've been living with voices in your head for millennia."

"Yez. I ave. I zink I 'ave enough problems, don't jou?"

Megatron turned away for a moment. That way he didn't have to see his warrior's face, bathed in coolant. Some from his headplates, some from his optics. "You swore an oath, Blitzwing. To do whatever necessary to defend and perpetuate the Decepticon cause. Are you backing down from that now?"

Blitzwing's optics flashed. "No. I am not."

"Very well then. We will continue with the operation. You are the Decepticons' last hope. Remember that, and all else will come to you."

Megatron caught Blitzwing's small nod, too stiff considering only his arms and legs were trapped. "As jou command…my lord."

Megatron nodded flatly, knowing Blitzwing wouldn't turn his head to see it. "Good. Prepare for the transfer. We do not have much time."

OIO

The Autobots' victory rang throughout Cybertron. The Elite Guard's triumphant return to Iacon was heralded by every bot that could climb out of their deathbed and more. Ultra Magnus stood in the front, one hand wrapped firmly around his hammer as he waved to the crowd. Sentinel Prime stood behind him, firmly at attention as he, too, waved to the throng, pretending not to notice how few responded back. The back of the floating transport was packed with other warriors. Warpath, Scattershot, Silverbolt, even the earth crew was there, Bumblebee between the two Jet Twins, admiring his new, black paint job with glee. Ratchet stood near the center, signaling above his head to Arcee, who waved back down at him from Omega Supreme's command deck with a smile he returned happily. He came back to attention, however, when they reached the center of the city, stopping before the Iacon Hub, center of Cybertron.

Ultra Magnus raised his arms, bringing the war hammer crashing down to signal for silence. He had it instantly. After a moment, the old magnus turned to nod at Ratchet and his old friend Kup. The old veterans saluted and disappeared into the hull of the ship. Ultra Magnus turned back to the crowd. "Many of you may be surprised I am standing before you today. After the recent…betrayal of our head in intelligence, many of you were not sure my spark would survive, especially considering my age." He paused a moment. "However, I am pleased to inform you that I am, indeed, alive and thrilled that I am online long enough to see this day. A worthy successor and...the end of the war."

A roar of cheering swept his next words away as the hold doors slid open and he stepped aside to let a new figure step into the light. Dead silence fell as Magnus Prime, formerly known as Optimus, emerged from the depths of the ship with another bot in his arms. When he was fully in sight, he hefted the bot into the air above his head. His words would have carried through the silent crowd even without the speaker attached to his plating. "Long live Megatron."

He turned in a full circle, letting them take in the limp, gray form of their once greatest oppressor. The empty spark chamber loomed ominously open to the air. Dark optics stared blankly at everything that wasn't there. Then he slid from Prime's hands with a bang that echoed throughout the square. Billions of optics locked on the still form at his feet. Then they erupted into a cheer that rocked Cybertron as Bumblebee stepped forward, raised his stingers skyward, and fired sparks high into the atmosphere.

Optimus, as he still referred to himself, let the sounds sweep over him as he remained standing. Staring down at Megatron's crumpled frame stirred something inside of him. Not pity. It was more…wistful. As if some part of him had noted potential inside the other bot he had never fully realized or accepted before. His optics flickered as another emotion gnawed at him. Confusion.

His final confrontation with Megatron had been, different, from what he expected. Megatron had fought as viciously and cunningly as before. He never faltered in his attacks nor did he flinch when blows were returned to him. However, there had been a hollowness in his voice. An edge, or a lack thereof, that Optimus had never heard there before. Perhaps he was just paranoid. Ratchet said that some battle bots have trouble adjusting after a war. They start to feel…restless. That's how he felt now. Uneasy, tense, and as apprehensive as a bot prepping for a struggle would be. It was as if his processor refused to accept the battle was over.

Maybe it wasn't.

Ultra Magnus was beckoning to him. With one last glance at Megatron, Optimus stepped over the still form and took his place at the front, as Magnus of the new Cybertron, he knew he was supposed to say something. Something inspiring, maybe. Or maybe something simple. Something. Something…

A tiny voice whispered in his audio. An old saying he'd never been able to shake but suddenly felt right. "One shall not die but by the other's hand. The light will dance on, leave the darkness to follow. Primus approves. The stars are in time. The battle has come. Till all are one." The ancient chant, not heard since the beginning of the war, caught the crowd off guard and they responded without thinking.

"The battle is won. Till all are one."

"All are now one." Optimus said calmly. The traditional reply sliding easily off his glossa. "Primus now comes."

He turned on his heel and walked back into the ship. Ignoring their startled looks, he paused only long enough to scoop Megatron into his arms. For a long klick, nobot moved. The cryptic speech of their new leader settled deep into their sparks.

"So, uh…." Bumblebee ventured at last. "Who's ready to party?"

OIO

Deep in the bowels of ancient kaon, beneath the ruins of an abandoned arena and the much more recent rubble of a Decepticon base, ensconced in a proverbial tomb with no one nearby to hear their cries for help, a single spark surged with pain, anger, terror, and frustration. "Let us out! What the slag are we doing here? We're trapped! What are we looking for? I can't breathe! It's too dark in here! Why are my wings numb? Megatron! Where is Megatron! I am right here, Lugnut."

"Megatron! Where are we? Where are the Autobots?"

"Gone. No doubt they believe we were destroyed."

"Lugnut? Ist that YOU?"

"Strika! Where are you?"

"Megatron? What is going on here?"

"Calm yourself, Black Arachnia. You will all understand in a moment."

A new being stirred. He…they came online with a groan. The Decepticons fell silent as they realized how…close…he seemed. "Nn…vhere am I?" A high pitched voice whimpered.

"Good morning, Blitzwing. I trust you slept well."

A wave of ice slid across them, causing them to flinch as they realized Blitzwing hadn't actually fired. "Megatron. I guess the experiment vas a success zen."

"Experiment?" Black Arachnia interjected, suspicion lacing her tone. "What experiment?"

"MEGATRON!" Lugnut wailed suddenly. "I cannot feel her! Strika is a ghost!"

"Nonsense! I am vight here! I am online! YOU are the dead von!"

"No." A low, scratchy voice silenced them as Starscream spoke. "We are all dead. Except Blitzwing."

"V-What?" Strika began, interrupted by another voice. Black Arachnia's. "What are you talking about?"

"See for yourself what our glorious leader has done to his servants." Starscream growled back coolly.

They all sat up. Blitzwing shifted into Anger. It was easy. A light flame illuminated his hands and they all looked around the room. The ceiling had collapsed during the fight, and several of the walls were cracked and bulging inwards. A distant pipe dripped oil onto the floor in another room. The Constructicons sighed when they heard it. Then suddenly jumped along with everyone else.

"No…it is not possible." Strika moaned.

"Megatron…" Lugnut mumbled.

The others all fell silent, letting Starscream's smug confidence wash over them. "See? No one else is here…except us. Except him."

Blitzwing flinched. The lights went out, hiding the empty room in darkness once more. An icy voice, cracked with sorrow, echoed off the walls. "I ad no choice." He whispered.

"Ohmigosh. We're all going to die, aren't ve?" Crazy chirped.

A rush of terror swept through them. "GET ME OUT OF HERE! Stop it! MEGATRON! Jou are hurting my head! It's OUR head now, thanks to Megatron. Silence, Starscream. Why? You can't make me shut up anymore, Megs. MEGS? DO NOT INSULT THE MIGHTY MEGATRON! Oh, for sparks sake, Lugnut. Do you have to preach in HERE? If you will all stop behaving like miserable sparklings I will…"

"Do not panic. The effect is only temporary."

They all fell silent as Shockwave spoke.

"Temporary? What do you mean?" Cyclonus prompted.

"He means it won't last long." Starscream drawled sarcastically. "Because we're all going to die."

Another argument was sparked and for the next few minutes the Decepticons bickered until finally Cold decided he'd had enough. "VOULD JOU ALL SHUT UP? Don't make me let Crazy sing. You all know he vants to."

They fell dead silent.

"Thank you, Blitzwing." Megatron said eventually.

I did not do it for jou.

"Oh?"

"Please stay out of my thoughtz, Megatron. They are ze one thing I have left at zis point."

"Very well. Shockwave, please continue where you left off."

"As I was saying. This effect will only be temporary in the sense that we will cease to function…"

"HAH! See?"

"Would you SHUT up?"

"…mentally. We will stop thinking for a time. In essence, we will cease to exist."

Megatron picked up the slack. "Until Blitzwing reaches Vector Sigma, of course."

"VECTOR SIGMA? Are you crazy? How is that supposed to help? I thought he didn't exist any more? I didn't think he existed at all. This is the stupidest plan I've ever heard. You'd know wouldn't you, Starscream? What does THAT mean?"

"Shut up. Thank you. As Megatron was saying, Blitzwing will take us to Vector Sigma and ask for new bodies. He will then place our conciousnesses into new frames, enabling our triumphant return."

"I probably don't need to point out the billion flaws in this plan," Starscream sneered. "But here's one. If Vector Sigma exists and if we can find him, why the slag would he care to resurrect the greatest enemies Cybertron has ever known?"

"First of all, Vector Sigma is neutral in the very essence of the word. He has no respect for sides or advantages. He doesn't even consider the war anything more than part of the cycle. Most importantly, though, he is bound by rules."

"Rules?"

"He will grant life to those who request it, provided they have the Key and the rites of passage."

"Alpha Trion has half the Key. Ultra Magnus has the other. The rites were lost long ago."

"Great. And Blitzwing will get those how?"

"I already know ze rites ov spark lighting." Blitzwing murmured. The others fell silent, but he didn't explain.

"Okay, and the Key?" Black Arachnia prompted.

"He will use our powers."

"Our powers? How?" Oil Slick spoke for the first time.

"He already has them. By accepting us into his laser core he has access to all our abilities and experience. He can use them at will, without our interference once the program kicks in.'

"The program that knocks us offline and lands our sparks in the hands of a maniac and a myth?" Starscream snapped.

"Yes. That one."

"One problem (of many). What if he doesn't want to?"

"I live to do whatever necessary to defend and perpetuate the Decepticon cause." Bllitzwing sang-song quietly.

"In the interest of Blitzwing remaining focused throughout his mission, his…more distracted personalities will be repressed as well. Shockwave will wake them after we return to our full potential."

"Ah." Starscream smirked. "Blackmail. Brilliant. You don't even trust Bl…'

"…Starscream? Wh…" Black Arachnia stopped midsentence.

"Good. It's kicking in already." Megatron was obviously pleased. "And it took the whiner first, thank the spark maker."

One by one, the others faded too. Blitzwing bade a mournful farewell as Angry and Crazy fell silent for the first time in…longer than he cared to remember. At last, it dwindled down to two. Megatron's presence left the impression of a hand on his shoulder as he, too, began to fade. "Remember, Blitzwing. You are the last Decepticon in the universe. It is up to you whether or not our race continues."

"I am ze last von standing." Blitzwing sang again. He shuddered.

"Yes. You are. Take care, Blitzwing. I hope we meet again."

"As do I." He whispered.

He sat in silence for a moment. Then the fit took him. The shivering became uncontrollable as he pitched forward, arms wrapped around his chassi. "NO! Don't go! Don't leave me alone! I ave never been alone! Never! I cannot! I cannot be alone! Crazy! Angry! Starscream, Blackie, Lugnut…" His voice raised to a keening wail. "Megatron! Come back! Someone…" He pressed his helm to the floor. "…someone…come back…I don't vant to be ze last von. I don't vant to be…alone…"

Deep in the darkest recesses of his crowded spark chamber, a tiny presence stirred. Sad red optics flicked open briefly, reaching toward the agonized blue light that was one third of their essence even as darkness reclaimed him. "Brozer…jou are nevah alone…nevah alone…"

A/N Wow. This was probably the most random thing I've written in a while. I had the idea this morning and thought I'd write it down. It's a one shot, but if someone wants to continue it or thinks that I should, please let me know and I'll think of something. 