A/N:I am BACK! With a sequel! Okay, so here it is, the sequel to When Darkness Turns To Life, dubbed A Flame Extinguished! :D

Summary: Sequel to When Darkness Turns to Light. Optimus Prime is dead, Prowl is dead, and FireFly has lost all hope. Everything is her fault, so it's her turn to right the wrongs. But, is it worth turning her back on the light after she finally embraced it? Is it worth her relationship with Springer?

"Yesterday I died, tomorrow bleeding, fall into your sunlight." -Trading Yesterday, Shattered

Chapter 1

"FireFly! No!" A servo is quickly wrapped around my right ped, pulling me back and into Springer's arms. He cuddles me to his chest, ignoring my beaten and battered wing. "What the Pit did you think you were doing? You can't fly! Do you want Optimus and Prowl's deaths to have been in vain? Do you?" His voice is filled with so much fury and desperation, I almost wish I could wiggle out of his grasp. "What would you dying accomplish?"

"Then I wouldn't be a traitor anymore," I whisper into the warm metal of his shoulder.

He gives a quick sarcastic laugh, and holds me arm's length away by my shoulders. "Do you know what you would be then? You would be a dead traitor! A coward even! Is that how you want to be remembered? A cowardly traitor who offlined herself? Is that how you want to be remembered?" He yells at me, fury engulfing his optics. "What do you think Ironhide would do if you killed yourself? You are his only living relative-"

"Don't say that!" I hiss, breaking free of his grasp and wincing furiously.

"Why not? Do you really think he would've just been like, whatever? Right after losing Prowl? Do you need your processor checked again? What about Ultra Magnus? Or me? Did you even stop to think-"

"STOP!" I hiss at him, standing abruptly, tottering on the cliff's edge. "JUST. STOP. Please..." I begin to shake, and red warning signs flash in my vision, alerting me to impending offlining because of low energon levels. "I... I-I just don't... Don't want this... To be my fault... All my fault..."

Springer's expression eases to one of worry as he seems to process my words. "Listen, Magnum, Crankshaft, FireFly, whatever you wish to be called, none of this will ever be your fault." He reaches out and pulls me into a gentle, reassuring embrace, and in the process moves me away from the cliff's edge. "Blame me, blame Ultra Magnus, Cliff, Blurr, Perceptor, and you should definitely blame Megatron! But, don't you ever blame yourself! Ever! Promise me you won't. Promise."

I simply nod my helm, words still computing in my processor. I cling to Springer for another silent moment, staring idly at the green paint on his form. "I... I can't keep that promise, Springer. It's part of who I've become," I murmur, praying to Primus he will not release me. I just can't lose anyone else today.

Instead of pushing me away, Springer simply places his own, warm metallic lips upon mine, startling me. Such a fle- human thing to do, kissing someone in such a sad state. But, leave it to the currently mentally, emotionally, and physically battered me to respond in exactly the same way.

"Ahem," Ultra Magnus interrupts our, as the humans would call it, make out session. Springer and I both look up at the mech. "Can you two assist me with getting Prowl and Optimus inside? Ratchet wants to..." His voices trails off, and we all know what to expect; Ratchet wants to try and make rather futile attempts to revive them.

Springer nods, and plants a single kiss upon the top of my helm before going over to pick up Optimus. Ultra Magnus says a few quiet words to him before walking over to where I still stand motionless near the cliff's edge.

"What was that?" He inquires rather slyly.

"Ultra Magnus-" I begin to whine.

"I know what I saw, Magnum. That looked like-"

"FireFly."

"Whatever, FireFly. That sure looked like you and Springer have a little more going on than you are letting on. So, I'll ask again, what was that?" His voice enters a more commanding tone, and I can tell that he is prepared to pull rank.

I sigh, turning to look at the distant sunset where the 'Cons are no longer visible. "What does it look like, UM?"

"It sure looked like you've gotten over Lockdown."

I whip around at the mention of Lockdown, my now dead sparkmate. My optics, after having finally dried, leak tears of lubricant once more. "Ultra Magnus, I will never get over Lockdown. I will always love him, but maybe not the way I thought I did. Just because I realize that I love someone else, Springer for example, more than Lockdown, doesn't mean that I still don't love him."

Ultra Magnus continues to eye me for a second before speaking once more, "I just don't want you hurting Springer, okay? He has been my friend for probably as long as you've been alive."

"I think I've hurt him enough before to not ever want to hurt him again." I mutter, my tears stopping as I step around Ultra Magnus towards Prowl's lifeless form. I kneel down beside the mech that I had once planned to hand over to Megatron, and realize how I had probably done exactly that here.

"Prowl will be happier in the Well." Ultra Magnus states behind me.

"He'll be with Jazz and Blue; of course he'll be happier." I state, gingerly picking up my brother's lifeless carcass. I hold him close to my spark, hoping that he may come back online. "Prowl," I whisper to the corpse. "I'm sorry. For everything; all the hell I gave you when I was younger, getting Blue killed, trying to turn you over to Megatron. I am sorry." I murmur as I walk to the ship.

All of us gather around the rec room, Ultra Magnus and Ironhide in the center of the group. The only 'Bots missing are Ratchet and RedAlert who are currently tending to the corpses. Many of us are shuffling our peds, rather scared by what they may say. We all know why must happen.

Ultra Magnus clears his throat- not really, only humans can do that- before finally breaking the silence. "Ironhide and I have noticed the need for a new Prime. And, we are sad to say that we can not make the choice alone, so we gathered you all here for input."

"So there's no chance for Ratchet and RedAlert to save them?" I mutter, just loud enough for Springer to hear from where he stands beside me. He intertwines his servo and fingers with mine, giving a gentle squeeze.

"Does anyone have a recommendation?" Ultra Magnus questions.

Everyone remains silent before I finally speak up, rather timidly which is somewhat uncommon for myself. "Why should we choose? Optimus had the Matrix, and it only works for a Prime, right? Why not let the Matrix choose?"

"FireFly has a point," Springer adds, giving my hand another squeeze. "Why make us all choose, which I can already tell would just end up splitting us all apart, when the perfect solution is right there?"

"I agree," Ratchet states, walking in with RedAlert, a casket between. "Whoever can get the Matrix to come fourth is meant to be the next Prime." The two medics head to the center of the room, passing by Springer and I as Optimus' spark chamber flashes brightly.

"No..." I mutter. "No."

A/N-Who wants to guess why FireFly says no? First person to get it right gets... Something. I'll let you decide! So, REVIEW!

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