13sTaLk13: I am impervious to flames.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: OOC, A.U, Character death,

Pairings: Judy/Ron, Judy/Starscream (slight), Sam/Mikaela/Bumblebee

He's dead and gone

Judy glared defiantly at the mech that had just killed her husband. The red and white color was splattered with blood, but it wasn't near as threatening as Judy was to the mech at that moment. "Put my baby down." She growled, her lip curling up over her teeth in a vicious snarl.

The tetra jet carefully set the human with metal hands down. He'd read about what wild animals could do when their young was endangered. Judy stalked forward, and pushed Sam behind her. The boy looked so mortified, hiding his face in his hands.

Starscream held his hands up, keeping his optics on the raging human femme. "Now get away before I shove your weaponry up your -censored-!!" Starscream pealed away as fast as he could, not wanting to face the woman's wrath.

Judy then turned, and her wall crumbled. "Oh, Sam!" She held him close, sobbing. He rubbed circles on his back, his mechanical hands making soft whirrs.

The funeral wasn't very big, just Sam, Judy, Mikaela and some of the Autobots. Judy lit a Baked Apple Candle for Ron, whispering his name over and over as tears fell down her face. She missed him so much it hurt.

Starscream watched the entire thing from the sky, and forced the very small amount of guilt he felt at taking away the femme's bondmate. It would be unhealthy for the Decepticon to feel anything other than disgust and annoyance with the species.

Judy stayed there longer than anyone. At some point she'd sunken to her knees, but she kept on hand on the headstone. Her nails were chipped and the pink paint and rhinestones had faded and come off, but she didn't care. Why should she? She had lost one of the three things that mattered to her.

She felt her lip tremble and she began to sob, not caring who saw her at the moment. She was too busy morning to do anything else. Her tears stained the freshly dug soil. She didn't turn as her husband's murderer touched down, nor as he gently caressed her back.

It was a moment of weakness; one Starscream had thought he'd never feel pulling at his spark again, this inability to see a femme in distress. Before Starscream had managed to convince himself that the animals he met had no real spark, no true bond to their mate, but this time he could see the pain as clearly as if it was written on a femme of his own species face.

The anguish she felt at the terminated bond was real, and Starscream couldn't deny it. In that way he could not deny her either, and began to comfort her. He would leave once she'd calmed down, a clean get away that would ease his guilt.

Judy didn't know why the killer was trying to comfort her, or why he stayed until she wasn't crying anymore. She let him stay as fatigue hit her. She lay sprawled on her late husband's grave and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Sam sat with his girlfriend, both curled up in Bumblebee's lap. "I-" Sam's voice cracked. "I can't believe he's…gone." Bumblebee was struck by the raw emotion in Sam's voice. He'd heard similar emotion in many a mech's vocal emissions, but the way his male human spoke… somehow it conveyed much more pain than a Cybertronian could.

His female human held Sam, tears in her eyes, another very striking thing. Most of the new comers, so used to red being the enemy and blue being an ally, had thought that brown eye color would be the human equivalent to red and there for had been rather surprised to find out that Sam –who did have brown eyes- was not a human version of a Decepticon.

Mikaela, however, was well liked initially. It was partly because of her blue eyes, and with the tears in them they looked even bluer than ever. It was almost like a Cybertronian's optic's way of lighting up with extreme emotions.

Mikaela tightened her grip on her human boy, and leaned into her mech boy to take all the comfort for the death of the man who'd she'd seen like a second father had hit her deeply. She and Sam were morning his death, but she knew that Judy would be much worse, and only hopped that the woman would not spend the rest of her life in depression.

Ron watched all of this from his cloud in heaven, and closed his eyes. He could no longer shed a tear, but the clouds would do that for him. They opened up and let out a sprinkle, then a torrent of rain.

Judy opened her eyes as the rain hit her face. The Candle sizzled, and fizzed out. She looked up, eyes tear streaked. Then she swallowed the lump in her throat in cried as loud as she could as the thunder rumbled. "I love you Ron Witwicky!"

Sam looked up at the rain, and whispered so softly Mikaela, who was leaning oh-so-close to him, had to strain herself to hear him. "Watch over Mom, Dad. She needs you now more than ever."

Fin