A/N: I have nothing to say.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro.
"Tailgate stop it now," Cyclonus growled.
"But... I want to come along," Tailgate protested.
"And I say that you can't," said Cyclonus.
"Alright, so here is all that is going," said Rodimus. "Tailgate, Cyclonus, Whirl, Swerve, Rewind, Chromedome, Ratchet, and Perceptor."
Cyclonus growled lowly when he heard Tailgate was on the list. He didn't need his dream to come to life. He wouldn't forgive himself if it did. But maybe he could prevent it from coming. Rodimus lead the group to the ship to head down to the city. They needed to retrieve the crystal of the Knights of Cybertron.
"We're almost there," said Perceptor.
"Good. Now I'm going to split you up into teams. Cyclonus, Tailgate, and Whirl are team 1. Perceptor, Ratchet, and Swerve team 2. I'm with Chromedome and Rewind in team 3. Contact the others if you found the goal," Rodimus commanded.
Each person got into their teams. Cyclonus kept Tailgate with him at all times. Whirl got all his weapons ready for any oncoming battles. They landed shortly and split up. Cyclonus made sure that Tailgate was in front of him at all times. Whirl lead them down a hallway. A bright glow came from inside of one of the doors on the far side. Whirl signaled them to stay there while he checked it out. The Cyclops opened the door slowly and looked inside.
"Cyclonus, call the others. I've found it," Whirl called behind his back.
"Cyclonus to all units. I am transmitting our coordinates. We have found the objective," said Cyclonus over the comlink.
"Stay where you are. All units head over there now," said Rodimus.
The units made it there after a short wait. Rodimus lead them into room. The crystal sat in the middle of the room. Cyclonus froze as he remembered this was part of his dream.
"Tailgate, stay by the door. I need you to run when I tell you to," Cyclonus ordered.
"What's gotten into you?" asked Tailgate.
"Just do as I say please," said Cyclonus.
Rodimus carefully walked over and grabbed the crystal. Nothing happened. Ratchet took the precious cargo and handed it over to Perceptor. The scientist took it and put it in his subspace. Everyone but Cyclonus, Whirl, and Tailgate left the room. Cyclonus seemed to frozen to move. Tailgate got worried and walked over to Cyclonus. Whirl stood in front of the purple mech and waved a claw in front of him.
"Cyclonus, are you alright?" asked Tailgate.
Cyclonus didn't move. An alarm went off and red lights flashed. Cyclonus broke his trans and looked around. Whirl sighed and left. The other two were about to do the same when a rope came down on Tailgate. The teal and white bot struggled to get the rope off him. Cyclonus stopped and turned around. He grabbed the rope and started to cut at it. Tailgate got out and looked back at Cyclonus. Another trap sprung and Cyclonus was caught in it. A noose wrapped itself tightly around Cyclonus' throat.
Cyclonus struggled to cut it, but found the noose reinforced with Energon. It was no point. The noose tightened. Tailgate went back to the purple mech.
"Tailgate run. There is no time for arguing," Cyclonus ordered.
"I'm not leaving you," Tailgate protested.
"Go now. If you don't then both of us will die," said Cyclonus. He activated his comm. "Whirl, get back here and get Tailgate out of this room."
The noose got tighter when Cyclonus grabbed onto it with both hands and pulled. It was getting harder to breath. Tailgate looked up at Cyclonus with hopelessness. Whirl came in and grabbed Tailgate. He looked at Cyclonus.
"What about you?" asked Whirl.
"There is no way to break it," said Cyclonus. "Just get him out of here."
Whirl nodded and headed out. The door shut and locked tightly. Tailgate jumped out of Whirl's arms and went back. He looked through the small window. Cyclonus looked at him before closing his eyes. He couldn't bear to look at Tailgate. Everyone looked back. They heard Tailgate pounding on the glass and crying for Cyclonus. The door wouldn't open.
A bright glow filled the room. Tailgate closed his optics and waited. He could hear Cyclonus crying out. When he looked back, he saw Cyclonus laying on the ground, noose broken and blown to the other side. Energon covered Cyclonus and the floor. Rodimus ran forward and busted down the door. Tailgate slowly walked to Cyclonus' side and touched his face.
"Cyclonus? Cyclonus wake up please," Tailgate pleaded. "Please I need you."
"Ratchet, in here now!" Rodimus shouted.
The red and white medic jogged in and knelt next to Cyclonus. He scanned the prone mech. Tailgate looked at Ratchet with teary optics, slightly pleading for Cyclonus to be alive.
"Tailgate, I'm so sorry," Ratchet whispered. "His spark went out."
"No," Tailgate whimpered. He looked back at the purple mech.
Tailgate curled up next to Cyclonus' chest and cried. Large tears fell onto the cold metal. Broken sobs echoed around the room. Tailgate stroked the chestplate below him. Blue tears slid onto the floor below them.
"Please Primus, give him back to me. I need him. Don't let his life just end like this. He has so much more to live for. Please just bring him back," Tailgate mumbled softly.
A bright light came from Cyclonus' frame. Tailgate backed away in fear. The purple body lifted up into the air and glowed brightly. Once the glow was gone, Cyclonus' body laid on the ground, a peaceful look on his face. Tailgate crawled forward and touched Cyclonus' face.
"Cyclonus?" Tailgate asked with hope.
There was nothing. Cyclonus still laid still, not moving an inch.
"Come on Tailgate. Let's get out of here," said Swerve.
Tailgate got up and leaned on Swerve. They were all heading out when the sound of rebooting was heard. Tailgate looked back and saw Cyclonus shifting a bit. He rushed back
"Tailgate," Cyclonus' weak voice called out.
"I'm right here Cyc," said Tailgate, tears of joy streaming down his face.
Cyclonus sat up and pulled Tailgate into a hug. They stayed like that with Tailgate crying into Cyclonus' shoulder.
"I'm right here," Cyclonus whispered.
"I love you," Tailgate whispered.
"I love you too," Cyclonus whispered back.