A/N: Hello! 'Tis I, Bluefeather4299 bringing another Chapter to you wonderful readers! Yay. Uh...this Chapter is a few days after the fight with Unicron, and getting the Allspark back into the Well, and all that. So, in the movie, there's the whole thing with Optimus putting the Allspark inside the Matrix and being like "I have become one with the Allspark" and all that jazz, but I personally didn't want all of that going on at once, so I split it. First, we had the Allspark reuniting with Primus in the Core, which is when Delta became Primus's vessel. Now, we have the second part of that in this Chapter.

No joke though, the first time I started writing this Chapter, I straight-up starting crying-which means one of two things. Either I'm such a good writer I can make myself cry with my stuff, or I'm super sensitive.

Anyway, long Author's Note is super long. Enjoy!

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Delta chuckles as Bumblebee and Smokescreen begin a dance battle, their moves somewhat shaky after all of the Energon they've had. Shaking his helm, he steps over to the wall, leaning against it to watch with amusement as Knockout is dragged into the fray, the red Mech grudgingly joining. Turning away from the ridiculous sight, Delta takes in his surroundings.

Everything was finally settled down after the battle with Unicron, injuries healed and plating no longer patched and gray. So, the leaders decided it was time for celebration. Everyone was gathered on the main flight deck of the Nemesis, Energon being passed around, laughter bubbling up from the small groups. Music blasted from speakers set up around the deck, Cybertronian music mixing with Earth music.

The atmosphere was relaxed, happy.

But…something was missing. He looks around, a frown forming. Where was Optimus?

He takes a deep vent, optics closing briefly. Sitting at the mouth of the Well, his legs dangling over the edge into the deep chasm, he sighs. He could hear the faint music and laughter coming from the ship, but he couldn't join in the celebration. His spark was too heavy.

Then. He hears another noise—a different noise. The noise of an engine, tires slowly crunching over the metal surface of the planet. Then, a transformation.

"Optimus? Are you okay?"

The Prime nods.

"Yes, Delta. I am fine."

That was bull and they both knew it. So instead of leaving, Delta sits down next to the red Mech, resting his arm on a knee. He simply vents, staring off into the distance. He knew Optimus would talk when he was ready.

Finally, Optimus takes a deep vent. He releases it in a deep sigh.

"I am tired, Delta. I am…so tired. I just want to be done."

Delta couldn't believe what he was hearing. Optimus was…done? Then he looks at the Mech next to him. There was an exhaustion to Optimus's form, one that came from millions of years of fighting. One that came from millions of years of watching loved ones, friends, die. He understood. And…he knew this was what Optimus needed.

Delta places a servo on his shoulder.

"You can be, Optimus. The others will be alright—it'll…it'll hurt at first, but you deserve to be able to go. I think you were made the last Prime because we didn't need any after you."

There's pain in the Mech's optics as he takes another deep vent.

"Will…will you help me?"

Delta smiles, the expression sad.

"Of course, Optimus."

They'd finally figured it out. It had taken a while, since everyone was in different levels of drunkenness, but they all had found two of their members missing. So, they'd all began to search, finally finding Delta—his bright paintjob was like a beacon in the darkening nighttime. There had been something else, some other kind of bright glow over where Delta was, but it had vanished as soon as it appeared.

They soon make it to where Delta is, confusion in their optics. Delta is kneeling at the edge of the Well, holding something to his chest. Optimus is nowhere to be found, despite them thinking he would be with the turquoise Mech. Dreadwing moves over to him, optics widening.

The Matrix is on the ground in front of Delta, the center pulsing softly. Delta is looking off, tightening his hold on the thing in his servos.

"Delta…"

"H-He…he wanted me to. He was…he was so tired, Dreadwing. He was done with…w-with all of it—he…just wanted to go."

His servos lower, revealing the object in his servos to be a glowing spark of red and blue. His helm lowers, symbols suddenly appearing on his body. Dreadwing backs up as Delta's wings slowly appear, glowing brightly. Ratchet tries to move forward, only to be stopped by Megatron, the silver Mech silently watching, pain and acceptance in his optics.

Delta smiles at the spark in his servos.

"It's alright, Optimus. You can go now. It's time for you to finally go home. T-Time to…finally rest."

He lowers his servos, placing the spark into the Matrix. The ancient relic lifts into the sky, the center glowing white. Everyone watches as Delta's body begins to glow as well, in harmony with the relic above them. The Matrix slowly lowers into the Well. White light appears from the space, spreading out through the whole planet. It was beautiful.

The glow slowly dies down, leaving silence. Delta's wings fade away, his optics opening. Delta gasps, his servos pressing against the ground as he shakily vents. Dreadwing moves over, slowly kneeling down next to the younger Mech. He places a servo on the shaking shoulder.

"Delta?"

His helm lifts, tears streaming down his face.

"Dreadwing, I…I felt him. He…he's finally happy."

His helm lowers, a sob escaping. Dreadwing gathers him into his arms, holding him close. Delta turns, burying his face into the golden chest.

"I…I-I h-had to help him, Dreadwing. He n-needed…he's finally…h-he…"

"I know, Delta. I know." Dreadwing whispers, resting his chin on the top of Delta's helm.

"I h-had to…"

I had to…