A/N: Sorry this is late. This piece was written by my friend, Sunwing. She doesn't have an account yet, but she needs to get one. Help me convince her. I have never, currently do not, and most likely never will own anything having to do with Transformers.

Can You Hear Me, Primus?

It's dark. I can't even see my hand in front of my faceplates, let alone the way out. I'm just stumbling about, wondering how I can get out of here. But no one's coming. No one even knows I'm here. And the links, the strings of my spark that connect me to them, are dark. A shade of gray that means we're out of range.

I'm alone.

And I hate being alone.

Most would contest that, knowing my habit of going off now and again to brood or think or just clear my processor. But it's different. It's not alone when you've got others hovering around the edges of your consciousness. It's not alone when you can call them back the moment you start to get scared.

I glance around, and whimper.

I hate the dark. Hate it with a passion.

Yes, I'm a Special Ops mech, but that doesn't mean I can deal with being in complete darkness. And most of the time, my team is there on the other end, just a comm. call away. I have night vision, or light leaking in from corners of vents. But this time, my night vision has been knocked offline by the fall, and my sensors that would usually help are malfunctioning.

I think one of my finials is broken off, and I know that's energon leaking down my leg. I can smell it, my lifeblood, my fuel.

If I die down here, who's going to tell them? Who's going to break it to them? And will they even know? Even now, I can barely feel them. And it scares me. I don't want to die alone.

I hate being alone.

This isn't fair. I know, I just know, that something in the darkness is going to get me. It's been that way ever since sparklinghood, when my clan was ambushed in the blackness of night and only me and a few others survived. Nightmares came after, and even now-even then, I suppose, because now I'm stumbling around in darkness-I can only sleep when a light is on to remind me that there's nothing there.

There's no light now, and Primus, I'm scared.

I shouldn't be. I'm a feared warrior, a deadly weapon, an asset to my cause-but that doesn't stop the fact that I'm alone in the dark.

Someone find me, please.

Please.

Please.

Please...

Please let me wake up and have this be a dream. Let them be there, with soothing voices and hands, so different than my own. Let them be there to sing the fear away, and to hold me in strong arms and to rock me to sleep again.

Oh, Primus, please. I miss them, and the dark is closer, and it feels like I can't breathe-.

But that's silly. I don't breathe in the first place. I'm not organic. I'll be okay. I have to be. I will be. I can't die on an alien planet, so far from home, with the cold and the darkness and oh, oh, alone-.

I shiver. I can't help it.

Oh, bondmates, can't you hear me scream for you? I whimper down the gray of the links. Can't you hear my fear?

But they're far away, back on Cybertron, helping the Prime. I volunteered for this mission to find the Allspark, and now I've lost my team and I've lost myself into the dark void. Fool. I should know better than to distance myself from the ones who keep me safe.

Please come find me.

Please, Primus.

This is Orion, and I'm begging you.

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