Here's the next chapter. Disclaimer: I don't own the show

"We're going to miss him.

It's, so long.
We wish you well.
You told us how you weren't afraid to die.
Well then, so long.
Don't cry.
Or feel too down.
Not all martyrs see divinity.
But at least you tried."

- "Eulogy" by: Tool

It's been three days since Ratchet's death and no one has really done anything except pick up their charges. Even when Miko, Jack, and Raf arrived on base, there was no laughter or monster truck rallies blaring from the TV or the sound of competition at the videogame consul. Even Miko, the loudest and spunkiest of all was as silent as a grave. The night Ratchet died, Jack had come home and told his mother the sad news. The next day, she personally brought flowers and explained to the confused Autobots it was a human tradition to bring flowers to the loved ones of the deceased. Arcee thanked her graciously. Special Agent Fowler, who was filled in the day June came over, was sympathetic to them and didn't give anyone of them a hard time. The pain of losing someone you cared about was understood by both Autobot and human that it gave even the hardcore a sense of empathy.

However, the third day, the Autobots knew that they couldn't just leave Ratchet on the cot forever. It wasn't they needed it. No, they had six including that one. It was that it was time to bury Ratchet, to honor him one last time.

The humans – Jack, Raf, Miko, June (who held a boquet of black roses), and Special Agent Fowler – stood by Arcee and Bumblebee as Bulkhead gently picked up Ratchet. With Bulkhead as the lead, all of them solemnly walked in a sort of short funeral procession to a back room down the hallway. A room, large enough to fit all of them, reserved to be a tomb just in case. It would have been Cliffjumper's place of rest had he not been resurrected as a Terrorcon and then utterly destroyed in the explosion. At least one comrade will get the dignity of a proper burial.

As soon as they got to the doorway, Arcee punched in a code and the door slid open. Inside were six cots in which one should have been filled (that thought always made Arcee's energon boil since her partner suffered the indignity of dying as a mindless animal in the most painful of ways which Cliffjumper didn't deserve) and another that was reluctantly being filled. Bulkhead gently laid down Ratchet on the closest cot as if he were putting a sparkling into its cradle berth. Then June laid her roses next to Ratchet. A few tears trickled from her eyes. She stepped back, and Jack put an arm around her shoulders.

"I guess we should say a few things," Miko piped up.

Special Agent Folwer cleared his throat and took a step forward. "Ratchet, despite giving you and your fellow Autobots a hard time, I just want to say thanks for the countless times you helped save our country and Earth. You are truly an American hero and a hero to the rest of the world. You will be sorely missed. Farewell, soldier." Then Special Agent Fowler saluted him. Afterwards, he stepped back.

"That was beautiful, Special Agent Fowler," June whispered.

Special Agent Fowler only smiled and whispered, "Thank you, Ms. Darby."

Bulkhead decided to say something next. He awkwardly out his right hand behind his head. "Uh hey, Ratchet…You know I'm not good at this kind of stuff, but I just wanna say thanks. Thanks for saving us whenever one of us was injured and thank for being the one to hold us up and keep our team strong when Optimus became amnesic. You always did look after us." Bulkhead put his arm down. "You once said that you were sick of war, and every time you failed to save someone, it haunted ya for the rest of your life. Well, now you don't have to feel that guilt in your spark. You're now a part of the AllSpark along with those you failed to save, and I don't think anyone one of them will hate you. More than anything, they'll throw you a hero's welcoming party or something. And the best of all is that your spark will be a part of the very thing that gives our species life. That's what you're best at: giving and saving life not taking it. You'll do great at it, and you won't have me to break any of your tools not that you'll need any in the afterlife. Well, thanks again for everything, buddy. I'll miss you."

Bulkhead retreated to Miko's side. She put her hand around her guardian's leg in a comforting way. Then to Ratchet, she said, "You may have been a grumpy old 'Bot, but were always family to me – like the crazy old uncle I never had which is saying a lot since I never had any relatives, and my host family is scared of me. So, yeah, you're basically family to me. I'll miss you, Ratchet. Rock on wherever you may be, dude!" She held up her left fist in the universal "Rock on" gesture.

Then it was Raf's turn. Out of all of the humans, Raf took this the hardest. He was closest to Ratchet compared to them, and second to Bumblebee, Raf was closest to Ratchet. So seeing Ratchet's dead corpse really hit hard. At least he had Bumblebee to lean on for support because they had both lost someone precious. Raf took a deep breath and said, "Ratchet, first of all, I want to thank you for saving my life when I was electrocuted by dark energon. I owe you…er, I did owe you." Raf sniffled. "I'm really gonna miss you. I remember all the times that you would let me watch you do some experiments or something and sometimes you would tell me what you're doing or how you're doing it, and if it's simple enough, you would let me help, and I could always tell that you enjoyed it when I did. I'll also miss the times you lectured me on the basics of Cybertronian technology and engineering and how I taught you stuff about human science, especially computer science." Tears were beginning to pour. "Next to Bee, I psent a lot of time with you, and I could tell you enjoyed my presence, and you know what? I realized that you became like a surrogate father to me. My real dad was always so busy with work. That when he finally got home, he didn't have the time or energy for me and having four older siblings doesn't help either. Also, my dad was never interested in what I was interested in. He was more into sports on the TV. He never took time to take an interest in what I was doing. So when you came along, it was like having a real father, and I love you as if you were my dad. I'll really, really miss you. Goodbye." Raf used his sleeve to wipe his tears away. He was officially crying.

Bee knelt down and gently cupped his hand around Raf's body. Bumblebee watched as the sobs racked Raf's body, trying to comfort his charge, but it was useless and perhaps better. Raf needed to grieve, to hurt first, before he can heal. So Bumblebee decided to eulogize Ratchet. "Ratchet, a million thanks for saving my life at Tyger Pax. I know it kills you that you couldn't repair my voice processors, and every day I wish I could speak, but I value my life over my voice, and I'm glad I'm still alive. Don't feel guilty about my voice. It wasn't your fault, and because of you, I was able to live and living allowed me to meet Raf and a beautiful friendship was born. It feels so good to be alive! Also, a billion thanks for saving Raf. I don't know what I would have done without him had he died. One thing's for sure is that the guilt would have eaten my spark like a black hole sucks in light. So thanks. I'm gonna miss you, Ratchet. I thought Cliffjumper would be the last and only death in this team. I never imagined you would leave us for the AllSpark. Never again will you berate us for getting injure while you equally show much concern for our lives and well being. Never again will you keep an ever constant vigil when I'm badly hurt or anyone of us is. You're a hero, Ratchet. You save lives not take, and you're slaggin' good at it! Being a hero that saves lives is a whole lot better than being a hero who takes lives. That makes you more than a hero than the rest of us. Optimus would be proud, and I promise you that we'll do whatever it takes to bring him back. I know you would want that, and I know you don't blame him for your death and neither do we. Goodbye, Ratchet. Tell Primus I said hi, okay?"

Then Bumblebee proceeded to focus on Raf, drawing and giving comfort to him and vice versa. Arcee decided to say her last words to Ratchet. "Hey there, big guy." Her voice was tired and heavy but full of familial love. "You made the hole left by Optimus bigger when you died. We all need you. Not just for medical reasons or to find a way to track down Optimus or build a space bridge but we need you as a friend. I remember losing Tailgate and Cliffjumper and how much the pain hurt. It was agonizing, and even to this day, the pain still throbs in my spark. Well, losing you. It feels just like that, and I know in my spark that everyone feels that way, and I bet Optimus will, too, once he realizes the full extent of what he did though none of us including you blame him for your death. We're all gonna miss you. You were always there for us in good times and bad, in sickness and in health. No matter what, you set aside your own time and projects to take care of us. When we were an inch away from joinging the AllSpark, you battled death like a true warrior on the battlefield to save us and always came out victorious. Many Autobots are in debt to you. You would have been awarded the highest honor a field medic can receive back on Cybertron. I know that from the bottom of my spark. I'm sure there's a great reward from Primus for you instead. We will miss you greatly and deeply. So long, Ratchet, and goodbye." Arcee hung her head in heavy sadness.

Jack stepped up the plate. He cleared his throat of potential crying. He didn't know what to say. He never spoke at funerals or given a eulogy before. His father ran out on them and both sets of grandparents died before he was born. He has no other relatives. So he said the first things that came to mind. "Hey, Ratchet. Umm sorry if this is awkward. I never spoken at a funeral before, and I'm never good at expressing my emotions without acting like an idiot which is why I pretty much fail to impress Sierra. So just bear with me, okay?" Ratchet said nothing. Just looked at the ceiling with dimmed optics. "Anyway, I remember how we first met. You were not happy with having to deal with a bunch of humans. You were pretty annoyed with us and a bit intolerant, too, but soon you came around and grew to like us even care for us. Heck, you act a lot like a dad to Raf over here, and Miko considers you to be like her uncle, and in all honestly, I agree with Miko. You and the rest of the Autobot extended my small family of my mom and me to a large family of eight including Miko and Raf. I'm really glad, too. I guess I'm really gonna miss you. It's going to be a lot different at base. No more you grumbling at our presence while at the same time enjoying it. Well, as long as we're quiet." Jack smiled for a few seconds. "And, well, look I really don't know what to say, but I will make you a promise. I swear that I'll use the Key to Vector Segma and do whatever it takes to get to Vector Sigma and restore Optimus's memories. You have my word."

June put a comforting arm around her son. She barely knew Ratchet, but she felt compelled to say a few words to him. "Listen, Ratchet, I wanna thank you for watching after the kids and saving Raf's life. I'm sorry I doubted you. As an ER nurse, I understand what you must have gone through – saving lives every day or curing injuries – only to be the one in need of saving. Every day for me, it's a constant battle to drag someone away from death's doorstep. Sometimes I'm successful, and sometimes I'm not, but regardless you never think about your own life. I wonder if that's the same for you. It probably is. It's the medic's duty to save lives, and for medics, nothing becomes more important than the lives of others, slipping away, and I don't know what exactly happened out there, but my guess is that you were so focused on saving Optimus from himself that you completely disregarded your own life, and now it's gone. Remember, I don't know what happened out there so I could be wrong, and if I'm right, what you did is either foolish or noble but from what I know of you from Jack and how the others talk about you, I say you did something pretty noble out there regardless if I'm right or wrong. That's all I got to say."

With the individual eulogies said and done, Arcee began to mutter something in Cybertronian that sounded like a prayer for the dead. Bulkhead joined and Bumblebee followed suit. None of the humans, including Raf understood what was said, but they were memorized by the feeling – the feeling of reliving memories of a true friend, the laughter and joy of the deceased during their time of life, their hopes and dreams, experiences and thoughts, all once happened but now gone. Not for good, but in another world that could be shared to all. And as those memories and every emotion, thought, and experience Ratchet ever had was blessed by the prayer, their words floated up to the ceiling and escaped through tiny cracks and into the bright lit sun.

I did my best with the eulogies. let me know if someone is OOC or not.