Oh gosh! o/o I submitted this to Deviantart a LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago, and completely forgot about posting it to . Sorry guys =n=; Well, enjoy anyway!
Disclaimer: As much fun as it would be, I don't own Transformers :'(
Warning: MAJOR TFA spoilers ahead! If you haven't seen the last episode of Transformers Animated, watch it and then read!
There, in his data banks, was a message transmitted in Cybertronian cryptic code. Jazz checked the submission details regarding information relating to when it was sent, by whom it was sent, the extent of the message's length, etc. The message was not a particularly long message, and thankfully it had not been Sentinel Prime who had sent him the transmission. No. It was worse. So very worse. It had been from Prowl, and was transmitted to him directly before his death.
Prowl's last transmission.
The two 'bots' consciousnesses' were heavily blanketed around the cluster of whatever shards of the Allspark remained on Earth, before them. Whatever amount of their consciousnesses' that wasn't explicitly focused on the cluster was thinly stretched as close to Detroit's outermost boundaries that the two could muster. They were so close, but, as it seemed to turn out, "so close" was no where near close enough.
"We're ganna need more spark to shield the city from that blast!" the lieutenant urgently forwarned.
"Can't…pull in…any more fragments," his friend huffed between pants, "Only," he continued, "one way." He sighed before his humming rang more distinctly, more concentrated. Prowl began to glow a near blinding hue of blue, as his frame lifted itself from the ground and closer to the floating All Spark fragments. The lieutenant lifted an optic ridge. What was Prowl doing? The surrounding clouds within a mile radius rapidly dissipated, and cold-sparked realization struck Jazz. He sprung up from the ground, shattering his line of focus on the cluster of Allspark fragments.
"Prowl! No!" the Lieutenant roared. A single servo outstretched to his comrade, his faceplates pleading for his friend to return to his former location. "We'll find another way!" the Lieutenant hopelessly begged. His friend, in response, turned to him. A smile was etched onto his faceplate, but was contradicted with optics, though covered, obviously glistening with the most dreadful quantity of melancholy. His optic ridges frowning to contort his hypocritical facial expression into what the humans often described as an "apologetic smile."
Jazz couldn't lunge at him, couldn't even holler in protest before a blinding stream of light sliced the sky in two. Before Jazz even had even realized his CPU had executed the codes to do so, he lunged forward to catch and cradle his fallen friend's shell.
Dead.
Lifeless.
Empty.
Jazz's cooling vents whirred in the equivalent of a Cybertronian sigh, before opening the transmission.
…
Jazz felt the metal beneath his servos cave as the tightly knotted fists of the Lieutenant slammed down on his metal desk.
"Slaggit, Prowl!" He roared, watching the pink liquid drip from his optics to the desk he was hunched over. His spark sank tremendously. Two blades labeled "agony" and "loss" gouging into his core, twisting their jagged points further and further into his spark.
For, the last three words sent to him, from his friend—his best friend—consisted of a meager three words.
"I love you."
Gosh! This is one's about as old as my most recent MxSS fan-fic, What Spawns From Two Black Sparks. =.=; Well, reguardless of age, go ahead and tell me what you think! :)
Hope you all enjoyed it! =3=