Disclaimer: Transformers do not belong to me.
AN: It totally sucked that Prowl died, so I wrote this to make me feel better.
Please, stop this ...!
(I cannot.)
He is your child!
(This is his destiny.)
To kill himself?!
(To protect your children. The Allspark is still fragmented and cannot channel my power.)
Then I shall.
(Gaia ...!)
You are too far, your vessel is fragmented. You all but admitted that you would help him if it were possible for you to reach!
The din was deafening. A thousand voices speaking out of sync. He had trouble concentrating, remembering what had brought him here and where here was. All around him was endless white, his navigational sensors were offline. A thick fog began rolling toward him, and the voices became a bit clearer. It sounded like ... weeping. Someone was crying.
"Who's there? Are you alright?"
"No one's there, what your hear is merely an echo from a future that will never be."
"Who are you?"
From the mists came a woman the same size as he. Bright green eyes shone out from a friendly, dark skinned face. Waist length dredlocks were interwoven with beads of every precious ore and gem known and unknown. He tilted his head, perplexed.
"Someone who has come to help you in your task." She smiled and held the sides of his helmet with her hands. "Let me relieve you of your burden child." Then she softly kissed his forehead and light filled his vision.
He came out stasis while being carried by Jazz. His internal sensors told him his energy levels were dangerously low, there was only enough to sustain life support functions. So he dealt with the indignity of being carried.
"Hey Prowl, you were way out there. I didn't think you were going to make it, but it's cool bein' wrong sometimes." Memories surged through his circuits.
"The Supreme clone ...!"
"Chill, you did it. You gathered enough to contain the explosion in a shield. Everything's cool now."
Prowl relaxed. "Thank Prim ..." A memory stopped him, that woman had said she would take his burden, and he was alive. He'd been expecting to die ... That human femme hadn't been Primus, he was sure of it. As they passed a building his optics saw a figure on a balcony; his perception of time slowed. It was Her ... that femme from his vision. His optics met her eyes, she winked and blew a kiss.
Time returned to normal, the woman was gone.