Fallen

A Transformers: Prime one-shot by haloangel21

(12/3/2012) Author's Note: Saw "Darkest Hour" and needed to write this. Hopefully, this will help get my anger and confusion out.

P.S. pic belongs to *Raikoh-illust on deviantART. Please enjoy ;)

Gripping the handle of the Star Saber sword behind his back, he took in a deep breath as he pulled it out. Here it was. An event that was to meet unexpected results. This might change history forever. He couldn't believe he was doing this. But he had no other choice. Fate depended on him. There was a slight chance of surviving the impact. He had no idea of how this was going to end. Megatron won. The Autobots scattered in who knows where on Earth.

As the Decepticon warship, the Nemesis, hovered over the Autobot base, it fired up its blaster, ready to shoot. It ignored the small helicopter flying nearby, carrying June Darby and Agent Fowler.

He focused on the Ground Bridge operation, and unhitched the sword from his back. At his touch, the Star Saber flickered to life as if it understood what he was going to do. He relaxed the sword in his grip and raised it. Memories flashed before his eyes. The human children. The allies he chose. His Autobots. Smiling at him as if they didn't care what happened, as long as they stuck together as a group. As a family.

They were his precious family.

"Wisdom cannot be granted, Arcee. It must be earned. Sometimes…at a cost."

This was going to be a deadly risk. He knew there wasn't a way to survive Megatron's twisted ways. Cybertron was a result of his quest for power. Now the base would be added to the list, along with him. His spark whirred sadly at the thought.

Guilt.

Remorse.

Regret.

Like he couldn't live with it.

This was the only way. Preventing Megatron from going any further with his plans.

"We'll die for them because we know they'll do the same for us."

Was that really true?

No matter now. All hell was going to break loose.

He took in another deep breath and brought the light of hope down on him. Just as he did, the ceiling came breaking down as he was consumed by the light glow in the slash. Flames suddenly erupted throughout the entire base, surrounding the mech. A piece of what was left of the ceiling fell off the hangar and landed with a spine breaking thud. His hand hung out of the debris as his body was trapped underneath the rest of the rubble, spark ceasing to exist as the embers of the flame danced.

I am one of those people who believe he isn't dead. I mean, come on. He just can't die like that! Raise your voices if you're with me.

-Halo