My Tooth Fairy
The End. The Beginning. - Part 6
"Alexis!" She could feel her body being pulled out of a hole, though all she could see was white. A figure sat at a throne before her, his head leaned in the palm of his servo.
"Primus?" It had to of been him, he was glowing, a silver golden light shining his frame. "Why?"
His mouth moved, but either she was too far away, or he'd become mute. The only word she could make out was no.
Her chest burned and hurt, as if someone were forcing her chest plates open. She looked down, and for a flash she could see her spark illumanating, but in a blink, her chest looked as normal as it was before. Voices filled the room, ones she recognized, but for a reason subconsciously, did not want to.
"You'll die." Ratchet.
"But there's a chance?" Ironhide.
"It's extremly slim, and you'll kill yourself before even-"
"No," She screamed, turning around to wherever the voices were coming from, which seemed to be everywhere.
"Leave!"
The room shook and she fell to her knees and her optics fluttered up toward Primus. "PRIMUS!" Tears stained her cheeks, which had been washed from every fleck of dirt, muck, and blood that had stained it. "Please, what is happening!" Her chest felt as if it were being ripped apart and she screamed, her voice darkening the room. "Primus." She could only muster a whisper. She dropped from her knees, her whole body collapsing to the floor. She mustered a crawl toward the throne, begging between screams for everything to go away.
"Child,"
How she wanted to yell at him. There was no need for comforting words, she wanted to know why she felt like death were taking her for spare parts.
"Alexis, please, come back to me."
Her head swiveled around, hoping to find even a glimpse of Ironhide.
"Don't you die on me, I won't allow it this time. I'm in control, you hear me! I'm in control!"
"IRONHIDE!" She cringed, her whole body in sudden pain. She glared at Primus, anger flashing through her optics. "What are you doing to me!? Send me back! Send me back!"
Primus stood from his throne and walked toward her. When his shadow overlooked her, he stopped and bowed his head. "That, my child, you must do on your own."
"I don't understand." Tears covered her face in a film of wetness. "Can't you send me back."
"You are on the verge of death, but are not there yet truly. Fight it, allow your loved one to lead you back. Do not, and suffer the consequences of death." She closed her optics, and when she opened them, he was gone, along with the throne. Curling into herself, she wept, hoping she were in the midst of a terrible nightmare. Sleep overwhelmed her, and though she felt the want to fight it, she easily succumbed to its siren calls, and allowed the illuminated room to turn to darkness.
"Alexis." A faint whisper. "Please." A pleading cry. "Come back." A defeated scream.
Alexis's whole body swam in pain, and little by little the memories of being inside the room, sparking the explosion, and being pulled out through a hole in the wall came back to her. Droplets ran down her chest, and she wondered if she'd been left out in the rain to rot with all the others who'd died to save Cybertron from Megatron. But the so called rain only pelted away at her shoulder, dripping down her chest, no where else. As she came to, she realized that the rain was tears, not of her own, but of the one who was hovering over her, holding her closely as if she were a rag doll.
She tried reaching her arm up, but she felt weak, far more so than she'd ever felt before. She could've sworn something was holding her down.
"Ironhide, you tried everything you could."
Alexis screamed, inside at least, because her mouth refused to move.
"I can't leave her!" Her body was tugged closer to Ironhide's.
"Ironhide, she's dead!" Ratchet snapped, depression overfilling his emotions. "I know it. You know it. You tried everything you possibly could! When this war is over, we'll come back and give her a proper burial."
She screamed louder, harder, until her face burned, until her finger tips dented her palm, until her vocals gave out on her. "I'm alive, I'm still alive!"
"You have to let her go, give her peace, give yourself peace."
"There is no peace in war! We were going to live together, alive!"
Pede's walked closer, and as she pleaded not to be left alone, Ironhide's arms were pried from her and he was dragged out of the room. She could hear him fighting against whoever was pulling him away, but whoever it was, there were either many, or stronger than him. The room felt dark, but she had a feeling it always had been, that maybe the light from before was her own spark keeping her alive for just one more chance to see him. Darkness wrapped itself around her as she tried to fight. Just. One. More. . .