A/n: Thank you guys for being soooo incredibly patient! I'm really sorry for the delayed update but school's handed me a bit more than I can handle right now. I'm lucky if I get time to sleep, let alone write a story. But, every now and then as I find a few moments of time I've been adding to the chapter.

Confession: Okay. So I lied! I can't always predict where my stories are going! So now it's a love pentagon! Please don't sue me! (an yes, for those blonde enough not to realize it, the 5th dude in this love thing-a-ma-bob is Blurr) So sorry that I mislead you. But it turns out that his love is just what this chapter needed, so, please read and review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. However, I claim Emrial, Trice, Chopper, Tank, the plot and the song in this chapter (which I DID write! I didn't write it FOR this story, but it seemed to work with the chapter.) Please use only with permission.

Jet Blast

Chapter 45

Only Love Matters

By KatDrama

It was a cold, quiet little pocket of space. There was nothing within the at least a 50 mile radius of dark blackness that surrounded her. There was nothing to grasp, nothing to hold on to. One was forced just to lay back and spin lazily. But for how long was this idleness to last: an hour, a day, or an eternity? There were no set limits in space. No time clocks to punch, no rising and setting sun. It lived by its own rules, doing as it pleased to its occupants for as long as it desired. Currently he held a young mech warrior in his dark, clammy fingers. Gentle burst from her jets would not free her from the inky prison. He almost laughed at her feeble attempts for freedom. Still, the lazy space admired her ambition, for it had none. And, after losing his interest, he set free the girl, leaving her to her own fate.

Emrial gasped as she felt her life support systems came online. She hadn't realized she'd stopped breathing, or how long she had been in the throbbing darkness of her subconscious. In fact, she couldn't quite figure out where she was in the slender metal body she now occupied. Was she really this thing, or was it just an outer shell, and she, the real human, was still organic on the inside? She had never really pondered her metal armor, she just knew the fact that it was there and she was within it, somehow. But, just a moment ago, before she felt the air rushing back to her lungs, she was sure she had seen herself, lonely, and spinning in the darkness. She had looked into the dim optics and wondered 'where have my eyes gone?' It was a very strange feeling. She shuddered to think about it.

Twisting slowly to what she thought was an upward position she was made to laugh at her logics. There is no up or down in space! She amused herself. Bit by bit she felt herself coming back online, and flexed her hand once, just to make sure it worked. She made to clench the other fist but a groaning pain from her armor would not allow such a movement. Puzzled, she glanced at her shoulder. Her armor was there, and in one piece, so why...her bright blue optics suddenly widened as the horrible memory hit her.

She closed her eyes when she felt herself scrape into a ship. She moved with her shoulder running along the entire length of the behemoth. If there were sound in space she would have been nauseated from the sickening grinding of armor, then flesh, then bone against the hull of the ship. Her eyes snapped open when she had cleared the ship. The long line of red blood and human flesh on the ship sent shivers up her spine.

She had hit the ship! Her armor must have reformed shortly after the accident to protect her skin from the cold of space. "Ouchies." Emrial crinkled her optics and tenderly rolled the damaged joint. Looking up she noticed the bright luminous lights of a battle far away. "Wow, they must still be fighting." She spoke to herself in awe. Automatically she began to try to move back towards the commotion, but could find no momentum to propel her back to her friends. With all her might she tried to pulsate what was left of her energy through her jets. They sputtered with a cloud of spoke before coughing and coming to a dead halt. "Great, now how will I get back?" She tried to move, only to end up spinning helplessly in zero gravity.

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"Alright! I knew Emrial would come through for us!" Jet Fire cheered as troops began to infiltrate Unicron via the extremely large hole that went straight through his neck. Don't worry about her; just get on with the mission! He had to nag himself to stop thinking about her. He had promised he wouldn't worry about her, so he had to occupy himself with the task of directing the attack on the large menace before him.

A solitary soldier bearing a gun on either arm paused from the rush surging into Unicron and stared sadly out into the dark space that surrounded them. Almost three times he had let her nearly die, the silver mech winced. Where was his honor as a soldier? Had he no respect for life? Setting his thoughts straight he locked his mind on one final goal. He was not about to let her die again.

"Jet Fire, I'm going after Emrial." He turned to relay his plans to his superior officer.

"What? No you're not! You're staying right here!" The vice commander was quick to point out.

"But what if she's hurt? Didn't you see her collide with that ship? She needs help, and I'm going after her." The soldier transformed into his sleek car form and linked with his mini con. The backside of his body folded down like wings and jet boosters appeared on his bumper.

"That's in direct violation of your order, soldier! Don't make me report you for insubordination!" Jet Fire nearly blew a gasket.

"You go ahead and do that, but I'm not about to let an innocent girl die." His boosters flared and he streaked off into the distance.

"Blurr!!" Jet Fire shouted at the fleeing car. But it was too late. Blurr was not going to turn back.

It was if her body was there but her mind was not functioning. It had may have been a few hours since she had hit the ship. Numbly she hung in the depths of space. She felt like her whole body had gone numb, probably because all of her reserve energy was diverted to her life support systems. And soon those too would be depleted and her life would be no more. Blankly she stared at the blinking indicator on her wrist. According to the gauge that moment would be coming pretty soon. Only 2 power left...she made note. Even as she thought she felt the cold digging deeper into her body as the less vital systems were shut off. Creating that blast must have drained more energy than I thought it would, she breathed shallowly. Dreamily she felt her optics dimming as her body began the shut down procedure into stasis lock. In the last moments before her systems were turned off she thought she saw what looked to be a bright light coming toward her. In a daze she reached out to it. Suddenly it changed shape, and she fell into Blurr's arms just as the stasis lock completed its final preparation stage.

Crying the tears of an endless age

He turns his head to look at her face

Painfully she stares back at him

And goes limp in his hands

She's all the hope they ever had

All the dreams they'd ever said

Now crushed past worth

What is she good for?

Hopes die down

Dreams become shattered

To the point where only love matters

...only love matters...

His outstretched arms gently accepted her and he clutched her close to his body. Little traces of tears began to well up in the corners of his optics. Looking at her shut down body laying limp in his hands his spark began to ache. Had he been to late? Had she made that final trip to that great junk heap in the sky? He couldn't tell. He wasn't a medic. Sorrowfully he cradled her in his trembling arms and began hurrying back to the base as her protective armor began to dissapear. Please Emrial, don't die yet. I haven't had a chance to say I'm sorry.

You can cry to the sky

But she won't be back again

You can wish she wouldn't die

But you can't change that

Blurr stumbled into Autobot base, a frail human figure lying limp in the corner of his arm. With panic in his optics he frantically searched for some other form of life. His mind screamed to him to find a medic, but in the rush of hurt he couldn't even remember where he could find one.

"There you are you little traitor!" Jet Fire nearly screamed as he rounded a bend in the base and spied the silver bot. The Vice-Commander stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the look of fear plastered over the seasoned warrior's face. Rushing forward he suddenly came next to Blurr and gasped when he saw the parcel he was carrying.

When her body had shut down her suit of protective armor had disappeared. Her face was unusually pale and clammy. Her eyes were peacefully shut. Blood covered her right upper arm. Jet Fire nearly fainted when he noticed that he could see the bone and that the flesh of her shoulder joint had all been ripped away.

"Oh man, Emrial?!" He finally gasped. Tenderly he reached out and stroked her small face with his enormous finger. "Hey Emrial? Can you hear me? Are you okay?!" His voice became very panicky as his motions became rougher in trying to awaken the earth girl.

The only thing that can bridge the gap

Between where you are and where she's at

Is a small whisper

A little gesture

Love can call her back!

"C'mon, we got to find Red!" Jet Fire grabbed Blurr's free arm and ran towards the med-bay.

"Really? So THAT'S how it works!" The medics voice was heard to be echoing down the corridor. "Fascinating. Who knew that the properties of paint affected its drying time? Thanks for helping me test that hypothesis."

"Bwee dee deep?"

"No, I'm still not getting you down. Emrial gave me strict instructions to make you stay put. Besides, you guys are a piece of art now."

"Mwa wee wop?"

"No, bribery won't work."

"Zweep?"

"Hmm...well, I'll have to admit. That is tempting..."

"Red Alert!" Jet Fire shouted, running into the med-bay at full speed, not even stopping to notice the now very colorful mini cons adorning the wall.

"What is it?" Red Alert turned around, a dripping paintbrush in hand and splotches of different colors all over his frame.

"It's Emrial!" He continued, shoving the still dumbfounded Blurr forward.

Hopes die down

Dreams are to be broken

To the point where only love matters

.....only love matters...

"Oh my..." Was all the medic could say as he swished the still life form to an open med bed and immediately began to go to work.

"Is she alive?" Blurr managed to say.

"I don't know yet!" Red yelled as he quickly began to hook up all sorts of things to the earth girl. "Go away and let me do my job."

"C'mon buddy, there's nothing we can do." Jet Fire placed a heavy hand on the soldier's shoulder and drew him out of the room.

Can you stand for what you believe in?

You can hope for the best to happen

But when the worst is coming

There's no chance of running

The silver robot contented himself with pacing the floor back and forth until he began to leave a trail in the tile. Jet Fire leaned against the wall and stared through the observatory window at the med bay. He knew that he had kept his promise to Emrial, but had he broken it something like this could have been avoided. He retched inside, knowing very well that her death could be her fault. Reports from the battle streamed in. Megatron had joined Optimus and the kids in their tour through the insides of Unicron. It seemed that the war would soon be over, but he couldn't quite bring himself to rejoice quite yet. Inside his mind he struggled if he should alert Hot Shot to Emrial's situation. Hot Shot was still in the heat of the fighting and he didn't want to distract the soldier, but Jet Fire carefully considered the consequences of what Hot Shot would do to him when he found out that Jet Fire didn't tell him that his beloved was...dead. He was sure of it now. Her lifeless posture, the absence of air flowing through her lungs, she had to be dead. There would be nothing Red could do. But in the turmoil flowing through his binary circuit he forgot that once he too had been dead, and miraculously resurrected by the girl in question.

Shortly after Red appeared. He spewed some jumble about how he had stabilized her condition, but there was nothing more he could do for her. "The rest is up to her" he had said. Instantly the two anxious bots pushed past the medic and rushed to her. There were an assortment of tubes and wires attached to her body, and a nearby monitor displayed her fading heartbeat.

Stand by her

Hold unto her

Until her last breathe

Declare your love for her

"No." Jet Fire's brow crinkled with overwhelming grief as he turned his back on the scene and tears began to shamelessly flow from behind his optics. Sobs racked his body as the truth sunk in. She WAS going to die. His mind floated back to so many days ago when he had first met the strange earth human. She had been lying on a medical table for several months. He had had no feelings for whether or not the creature was to die then, he did not know her, for all he cared back then she was just a minor annoyance that caused him to guard over her. But then she had opened those pure blue eyes and started at him. He had made her laugh, and every waking moment she requested to see him. She instantly had formed a bond with him, but little had he known of the grip she had locked onto his heart.

He shivered as he turned back to look at her frail form. Blurr was kneeling by her. His hands were locked tightly and he held his breathe as he concentrated on her breathing. Jet Fire was sure every thought he had was a prayer to Primus to save her life. But when had the calm and collected Blurr started caring about something? Jet Fire had to blink. When had this started? Blurr had never shown an attachment to anything. Well, except maybe his guns, but he was a warrior. That was the only love he had in his life. But, it be? Had the earth girl softened the hard spot in Blurr's spark? Jet Fire shook his head with a little laugh. Little did Emrial know how much attention she attracted. Nearly every male Transformer was practically drooling over her, yet she didn't show much attention. She seemed to love everyone equally...

Jet Fire blinked as the monitor began to flat line and her breathing came to a startled halt. Her face became twisted with agony as her body struggled to suck in her last breathe, but her efforts quickly vanished and her body settled smoothly unto the shiny metal surface. "Emrial?" Jet Fire whispered, stepping up beside Blurr.

Blurr anxiously looked up into his optics. "She's...dead."

A sorrowful cry filled the atmosphere.

Hope dies down

Dreams are shattered

To the point where you find

That only love matters...

Only love matters