To all the Screamer fans out there…I am sorry.
Chapter 6 Goodbye?
Megatron felt rage build up within his circuits. How dare they. He let out a roar before he started firing blindly at the Autobots, hoping that he killed at least one of them. He raced over to Starscream's body and lifted it up. He could feel the warm energon leaking down his arms and he fought back the horrified shiver that was threatening his whole body. He leant Starscream's head against his chest as he quickly took to the sky, leaving the latest battlefield behind him.
Ratchet followed the retreating Decepticon and sighed. He raised his hand and ran it roughly along his head. Jazz and Prowl walked over to him, both a little beaten and worn, but they weren't too badly hurt. They both stared after the dot that Megatron had become before Prowl knelt down and twisted his fingers around in the puddle of energon that had formed around Starscream's body.
"I didn't think that Decepticon's brought their wounded back." Prowl commented as he brought two energon stained fingers up to his face and smeared it against his thumb.
"They don't usually." Ratchet replied.
"Then why did Megatron bring Starscream back?" Jazz asked.
"Because," Ratchet replied as he turned to the younger mechs, "those two are mates."
Prowl froze. "How do you know that?" He asked.
Ratchet chuckled. "When you've lived as long as I have, you learn what to notice." He replied. "Those two were the only ones here and Megatron never goes into battle with only one other besides him. Starscream doesn't pull stunts like he was here. They were probably out for a flight when they decided on the spur of the moment to drag us into a fight."
Prowl frowned. "What do you think is going to happen to Starscream?" He asked.
Ratchet sighed. "He…probably won't make it. That blade went right through his spark chamber. He doesn't stand a chance." He replied. "He may be a Decepticon, but…no one deserves that, not after they are mated. And I figure they only recently mated too, since Starscream was offline for a long time."
Prowl and Jazz looked at each other. "I never want to die that way." They both said in unison.
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Megatron clutched Starscream's slowing fading body to his chest as he flew back to the base. It couldn't be real, it couldn't be. He reached out to Starscream over their bond and felt only a weakening response. "Hold on Starscream." He murmured. "Just hold on."
"Mega…tron." Starscream wheezed. "I'm…sorry."
He looked down at his mate and watched as his ruby optics slowly started to go out. "NO!" He shouted. "Starscream…please." He begged. He saw the entrance to the base start coming into view.
He started descending and looked down at his mate. His spark sank; dark, colourless optics were staring blankly up at him. His feet touched the ground of the entrance and he fell onto a rock not far away and sat there cradling Starscream's body to his chest. His internal engines were still running, so, maybe, there was still hope. He glared at the blue energon sword that was slowly killing his mate. He gripped the hilt and ripped it out of his mate. He knew now that nothing could save his mate and he hated it. He cradled Starscream's dying body to his chest, rested his helm against his, and cried.
"Sire?" Blitzwing asked as he walked over to him.
"Leave me." Megatron growled as he pulled Starscream's body even closer to him and rubbed his head against the smaller Seeker's. "Leave me."
Blitzwing looked over at Lugnut and left the entrance. Lugnut stayed a few seconds longer before heading out. "The Seeker got what he deserved." He whispered to himself.
Megatron cradled Starscream's body. "Please," he begged, "please don't leave me. Not now." He murmured before he kissed Starscream.
Starscream's internal engine gave one more rev, before silence echoed around them. Megatron's optics filled up with tears and overflowed, cascading down his face in two rivers of optical fluid. He buried his face in Starscream's neck and cried as his mate's white, red, and black colours slowly gave way to grey.
Author's note: HAHAHAHAHA! He's dead!...ducks several bricks My story! Don't hurt me! It's based on a role play! What do you think happens? Tell me and I'll let you know in the next chapter how close you are.