So after watching the episode Regeneration, I had to write this. I was so P.O'd by what happened, I had to have some kind of closure for what happened to Dreadwing. So here's what I think happened afterwards. Soooo yeah. Enjoy!

As always, thank you to DarknessRising10! You did a great job on his little one shot :D

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Pain and agony ripped through his body as he blinked down at the terrified grey seeker at his pedes. His large, dark blue helm tipped down to stare at the gaping hole in the center of his belly, and before he registered what happened, he fell to his knees, sword clattering to the floor at his side. Blinking red optics once more, he fell forward, gasping for air, landing face fist into the cold, dark floor of Nemesis.

He lay there weakly, coughing up energon, a pool of it slowly forming around him, leaking past the burn wound from where he had been shot, causing his nerves to sing in agony. It was getting harder to breath, harder to focus. The world around him spun and blurred. He could hear his master talking, could hear Starscream's voice, full of relief.

Hatred flooded him as he fought against the coming blackness. He would see Starscream's spark extinguished before he passed to the Well of Sparks. He tried to force his arm to move, tried to make a grab for his sword, tried to wrap his digits around its hilt so he could ram it deep into Starscream's chest.

All he could do was twitch a little. He didn't posses the strength to do it, no matter how hard he pushed his body. Dismay and fear replaced the rage. He would never avenge his brother now; Starscream would get to live on.

Numbness crept in along his limbs, starting from his pedes and digits, the coldness creeping along his arms and legs, moving into his center. It was getting even harder to breath now. His rage wouldn't sustain him much longer.

It was so cold. The world was spinning, going black. His dismay was forgotten, why was he angry? He was confused, and so very, very cold. He didn't want to be cold any more. His breathing was getting harder, shorter until they were nothing more than painful gasps that rattled.

He could taste energon on his glossa, he coughed it up harder. Primus he was so cold. The blackness came next, creeping in from the sides of his vision; he couldn't hear the voices anymore either. Neither could he feel anything , other but the cold numbness that he couldn't shake. Then his vents gave up their struggle with one final hard rattling gasp.

Primus he was cold.

A warm servo pressed into his shoulder, a rough voice above him. "Get up off the floor youngling."

Dreadwing blinked. Was this a dream, a vision, a hallucination? "Come on youngling. We haven't got much time. Let's not waste what we have."

The warmth from the servo spread across his shoulder and into his chest. "Don't make me carry you youngling."

Pressing his servos under him, Dreadwing forced himself up and looked back at the large green mech behind him. Skyquake's large helm shook in amusement. "Come on youngling, up."

Dreadwing blinked stupidly at his brother, and rasped out. "Is this a dream?"

Skyquake's smirk grew larger. "I dunno kid, all I know is I have to get you. We have to go."

Getting slowly to his pedes, Dreadwing stood shakily, staring at his brother. "You're dead."

Sighing, Skyquake took his twin's arms and lead him further away from...something.

"You took a blast to the gut youngling." The green jet stared at his brother expectedly.

Dreadwing growled at his twin, annoyance flaring to life while warmth from his brother's servo, spread outwards to his pedes and digits. "Stop calling me a youngling. You separated a mere moment before I."

Skyquake grinned back. "Aye, I did. A whole moment, as I like to think of it."

Growling in response, Dreadwing pulled from his brother's grasp, a hard demand on his lips. "Tell me, am I hallucinating?"

Again, Skyquake grinned. "I don't think so. But what do I know?"

Dreadwing frowned at that, looking down at his belly; it was whole and smooth. Confused, the blue seeker looked over his shoulder, back to where his brother took him away from. His body lay face down on the ground; Megatron and Starscream talking rapidly over his corpse.

Betrayal and hurt warred for his spark as Dreadwing stared transfixed at the scene. A warm servo forced its way into his tightly clenched fist and laced their digits together. Skyquake squeezed his brother's servo as Dreadwing sighed and looked down. "I'm truly dead."

His twin was silent for a moment, thumb running over his brother's knuckles. "It's not so bad."

Emotion rose from Dreadwing's centre; a horrid mix of self loathing, hatred, betrayal, fear, all this drowning out the love for his brother. Vent's hitching, Dreadwing tried to explain. "I. I tried. I couldn't."

Skyquake chuckled. "Save it youngling. You never could hide anything from me anyway."

Dreadwing sighed back, letting his wings drop low as he squeezed his brother's servo back, leeching what comfort he could. "I was loyal to him."

"I know you were. It was always our biggest fault, loyal to the point of blindness."

The deceased Decepticon commander sighed again, leaning into his brother. "Missed you." He muttered darkly. "Couldn't avenge you. I'm sor…"

"Save it youngling. It matters not anymore. We are together again." His twin said roughly, throwing his arm around blue shoulders in a half hug. Dreadwing accepted it, staring back at Megatron and Starscream with hate.

"Come brother, it's time to go."

Tearing his optics from his former commander, Dreadwing looked to his brother. "To where?"

Skyquake shrugged. "Stop asking so many questions. Let's just go."

Dreadwing nodded once as Skyquake's servo slipped back into his own. The doorway was suddenly full of light, too bright to look into but so warm and inviting. Skyquake grinned at his brother. "You're going to love it here."

Dreadwing grinned back as his twin lead him, pausing just as Skyquake got to the door. The blue seeker looked over his shoulder, frowning. Voice thick with emotion, with hurt, Dreadwing muttered darkly, glaring at Megatron. "I was your most loyal." Skyquake squeezed his servo, holding tight. "But I hope Prime slaughters you. I hope he tears out your dark spark."

With no more to say, Dreadwing turned back to his twin and allowed himself to be led away. Led into the bright light, into the warmth and peace, leaving the agony behind him.

He prayed that Prime would send Megatron to him soon.

For now though, he had his brother and that's all that mattered.