Roller: My official designation? Optimus Prime's drone. Unofficially, his pet. Now to most beings that would be an insult, but not to me. Let's face it, that's exactly what I am. I need him to take care of me. I can't make it out here alone. On the other hand, he needs me too. It's a good symbiotic relationship.

I know, some of you are saying, "I still wouldn't want to be called anyone's pet." Well, Prime never called me that, I did. Being by his side has not only been an honor, it has been a privilege. I have been places no one ever will (an some you never want to!) I have heard things most wonderful I can't describe and other things I wish I could forget. But never have I been sorry to share them with Prime. No, not Prime… Optimus.

I count myself most blessed to be by his side when he most needed me. See a pet doesn't need to speak words in order to be supportive. Sometimes it was best I couldn't speak. But I was there by his side during the long tedious meetings with irresponsible dignitaries. I was at his beacon call to do anything he asked during a battle. I sat at his feet while he silently and solemnly hurt making decisions to separate mechs from their mates for battle plans. Even his own. Long long hours we would sit silently while he hurt and prayed for Elita's safety.

I was also there when he silently smirked and flooded with amusement at the antics of young Bumblebee and Hot Rod antagonizing the older mechs. As commander he could not approve, but I could still hear his spark lighten. Once again alone, he would even tell me some jokes he had heard. I'll have to admit, some were best left unsaid.

He never made me feel less. He never expected more that I could provide. He was sure to praise and careful to admonish. Most of all, I never felt alone and I made sure he never felt alone either.

Until now. I never felt alone, until now. I never had to worry for myself, I always knew he was there for me. Until now. What will I do now? No one seems to notice me in the room even now. Maybe that's good. But what will I do now.

One by one the Autobots are saying their last respects to my friend and charge. Yes you heard me right, Optimus Prime is dead.

I have no one to guard over now. No one to support in their time of need. I have no one to tell me a bad joke or send me to get them a last cube of Energon. I have no one to wait for a supply shuttle with and no one to cry with me in the dark corner of this room.

"Where's Roller?" a firm voice asks.

A sniffling grumbling reply comes back, "Roller? At a time like this you care about that dumb drone Roller?"

The voice gets firm and authorative, "Yes, I did. Where is Roller? Has anyone seen him?"

Then a young tender voice comes closer to me, but still I don't move. I'm so upset I just don't care if I'm found or not, "Hey, I think he's over here. But he looks so sad and scared."

The young one, Hot Rod, backs away slowly. I always did like that young mech. Spunky and reckless, but funny and always nice to me. Slipped me treat when he could.

But as he backs away, the firm voiced mech comes into view. He was a big one. Bigger than Prime. But as he lowers himself to one knee, he reaches an open palm out to me, "Come on little 'bot. It's okay, no one's going to hurt you." I look up to him. I can see the sorrow on his face as well. He has been give Prime's job to lead this grieving group. He looks like he could really use a friend right now. Slowly I advance and roll up into his palm. He pulls me close to his spark and lowers his head to touch me and whispers, "Roller, looks like you and me need each other right now." Poor Commander Ultra Magnus, I hum a warm compassionate tone to him. Looks like he's going to need me more than I'm going to need him.

As we pass by Prime's dull grey form, Ultra Magnus lays a tender hand on Optimus' chest, "Don't worry my friend, I found him. I'll take good care of him."

I hum my own tone to Optimus, "Don't worry, I'll look after him too."