The Well

"Yeah…I don't really give a shit."

"…somehow, I had rather guessed that, youngling."


Rushing, swirling, too loud too loud too loud!

Fixit whimpered, her mind drawing in on itself…and then one of Primus' chances kicked in, shielding her mind/spark from the multitude of others in the Well of Sparks.

Ok, ow…well, this is…different.

None of the senses she used in life could be used here…and yet, somehow she could almost see a giant round well, filled to the brim with dancing, glowing, multi-colored sparks. She- okay, you know what? Trying to figure out words to use that didn't involve the senses confused her too much, screw that.

She 'looked' around in sheer disbelief, confidence dropping rapidly. How the frag was she going to find Ryan before her two chances from Primus were used up? The only reason she was able to find Ravage so fast way back when was because his spark had been right fraggin' there. Optimus'…was nowhere to be seen.

Well, might as well start somewhere… she thought resignedly, flitting down past the other sparks to begin search.

A couple of them paused as she passed, sensing something…off, about her. Most dismissed it, but a few started following her. Not that Fixit noticed- she was too busy searching for Ryan to notice a few sparks within a multitude of others.


Where the frag is he!?

Fixit had searched everywhere, but she still couldn't find Optimus. By this point, she had gained quite the trail of glowing ducklings, but was too frustrated to care right then.

I've already used up one of my remaining chances, and I just started the second! I have to find Ryan soon! I refuse to give up!


Her spark stilled, hovering in place. The ducklings floated around her curiously, a few daring ones drifting in closer…

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! WHERE THE FRAG IS HE!?" she mentally screamed in frustration, spinning quickly in tiny furious circles and scaring most of the ducklings away. "FRAGGIT RYAN, EVEN IF I DON'T FIND YOU IN TIME, I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN EVENTUALLY AND THEN YOU SHALL PAY!"

"Whoa, you're a femme? Fraggit TC, why are you always right?" one of the whiter sparks she hadn't scared away whined to its bluish companion.

Fixit paused. "…you can hear me."

"…yeah, duh. Wow, you must be really new if you didn't know that."

"Warp…" the blue one sounded exasperated. "Just leave him alone and let's go."

Warp and TC? Where have I heard…oh, no way! "You're Creamer's trine mates!?"

She could almost feel their attention snap back to her.

"You knew Starscream?"

"Creamer?" Skywarp questioned, sounding incredibly amused.

"Warp, focus!"

She snickered. "Yep, I know the backstabbing glitch. I made him the most awesome high heels ever."

"…"

She felt like rolling her optics. "Something female organics wear on their pedes to make them look 'stylish.' Creamer just looked stupid in the things."

"Why would you put in him in organic pede coverings?" Warp questioned, drifting closer to her.

"Because we were based on a planet full of organics, which he hated with a fervent passion. Although he was amused by some of their entertainment…hey, do you know where Prime sparks go when they offline?" Fixit asked, suddenly struck by inspiration. Hah, bet Primus never expected her to do this. Stupid males, never asking for directions…

"Oh yeah, they go-"

"Why?" TC cut in, pulling his trine mate back slightly.

Her spark darkened in irritation. "I need to teach a certain Prime a lesson," she snarled, already plotting ways to make Ryan suffer for worrying her.

The two other Decepticons took her irritation a different way, though.

"Alright, awesome! Come on, this way!" Warp shot off, Fixit closely following with an exasperated TC trailing behind.


"The Primes can come out and mingle, but most of them are unsociable old afts," Warp told her matter-of-factly. TC was doing a very good impression of face-palming, for a glowing blue orb.

Apparently, most of the Prime sparks sequestered themselves away from the rest of the Well in a little…alcove-y thing. It was surrounded by a barrier that gently repelled any non-Prime sparks that attempted to get in.

Fixit glared mentally. Like frag Primus would've made this, the crabby afts probably were responsible for making this.

"Right, thanks for the help, Warp. See you…sooner or later. Preferably later," she muttered, before shooting forward and ramming the barrier. It bent inwards, flexing, trying to push her back out. She endured, not letting up on the pressure, ignoring the startled cries of the gathering sparks behind her.

She pushed and pushed and pushed…and finally, she broke through, Primus' gifts to her allowing her to pass through.

Ugh, it's like wading through Jello, she griped to herself as she waded deeper. "Ryan! Ryan, where are you!?"


Frag frag frag frag frag! Where the frag is he?! I'm halfway through my second fraggin' chance already, stupid fraggin' Jello that keeps me from getting anywhere quickly!

"Ryan! Where are you!?" Fixit cried desperately, batting aside one of the afts that kept trying to push her back out. Most of the Prime sparks she had come across so far just hung back uncertainly, not sure what to make of the red, bleeding black spark with a white halo that felt like it had been touched by Primus. Two, though, were making her task even more difficult by constantly trying to push her back out. Fraggin' Trion, fraggin' Sentinel…

"Ryan! Optimus Prime! Get your fraggin' aft over here!"

"…what?"

She whipped around to stare at the glowing white spark that was hovering hesitantly nearby. She lunged for her Ryan, only just beating Trion and Sentinel to him.


Optimus flinched away in fear as the angry, broken, scary spark wrapped itself around him, completely encompassing him just before Alpha Trion and Sentinel Prime could stop it-

"YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM," Fixit snarled protectively, gripping him tightly to her, ignoring his shock at the contact between their souls.

He was just frozen in astonishment as he suddenly knew her life, like she could see his…if she was looking. He could see her first birth, her first life, her twin's betrayal, how she built herself a life out of nothing. How her happiness was taken away from her by her twin, again, how Primus saved her soul from the void, his task for her, waking up in a strange body in a strange, deadly place. How she learned to love that place, that life, the family she had made for herself again…the love she had never thought she would ever find…

…and how she was willing to give it all up to bring him back.

Optimus threw his energy into her as they approached the edge of the Well, the place where she had entered it in the first place. Together, their energy running down rapidly as Primus' gift began running out, they clawed their way along.

They strained themselves, working together, completely in sync, only to falter just out of reach of escape. Optimus cursed, desperately trying to reach it…and Fixit's resolve firmed.

Connected as they were, he realized what she was doing, but didn't move fast enough.

Fixit threw him forward, shoving him the last little bit needed for him to break free. His spark broke through the edge as he reached out desperately, grasping, trying to reach her-


Painpainpainpainpain!

Optimus gasped as his spark slammed back into his body, his frame arching up involuntarily. He reeled, dimly aware of voices cursing in shock around him…

"…Fi-Fix…" he breathed weakly, feebly trying to turn his helm to look for his spark-sister. "…Fix-it…"

He started fading back into unconsciousness, but managed to turn his helm to the side. The last thing he saw for a while was an image that would haunt him for vorns to come.

The last thing he saw, was Fixit's greying, lifeless frame, cradled in Jazz's shaking arms.


A/N: Just the epilogue left to go…