I don't own Transformers.
This was a request from my friend, and I hope I got it to her standards!
xXEpic Line Break
They say dying is the worst pain imaginable.
It's not.
Dying is nothing compared to the pain of losing a sparkmate.
I screamed, falling to my knees. My doorwings, normally in a high 'V' shape, were low, twitching with the absolute pain. Another scream burst from me, and I fell the rest of the way to the ground.
He was dead. My bondmate was dead. Jazz was gone. I screamed once again, not aware of what was happening around me, and not caring.
It felt as if my spark was tearing in half, and I suppose it was.
I screamed until my throat was raw, until I simply couldn't. But even then, silent wails and cries escaped me.
When I next came aware, I was in the medbay of our ship. But I had no desire to move, to refuel, or even to scream anymore.
'He'sgonehe'sgonehe'sgone" marched through my processor. Never again would he call me Prowler, and the memory of a thousand vorns would haunt me for years to come.
Jazz was gone, and he could never come back.