"JAZZ!!"
The hand tightened and a disgusting riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip was heard. My heart broke; tears sprung. What was left of Jazz was thrown at my feet. The visor was dim, the smile gone.
He was gone.
Megatron's laughter echoed as Orcus dropped me. The werewolf held out his hand, collecting his payment from Soundwave, and then transformed. He gave me a grin and bounded off, red eyes twinkling.
"It took you long enough to die!" The tyrant grinned at Jazz's body as I scooped it up. "You pathetic Autobot."
"Jazz…Jazz, Jazz, Jazz…" I whimpered softly, rocking the saboteur in my arms. "No, please…Jazz…not again…"
But still the toy in my arms didn't move.
Just as I had seen in the Transformers movie, Jazz had been ripped in two and destroyed by Megatron. Right in front of my eyes.
I had failed him. I had failed Prowl, Ratchet, Prime and all the others I swore to that I would keep him safe until his body was healed. Anger flashed through me and I snarled.
If I was thirty feet taller, with the alt mode of a pickup, I'd kick his shiny metal aft so hard the ill begotten Pitt spawn that created him would feel it.
"You bastard."
"Big word, little human." Megatron chuckled, "That's a message to all of the Autobots and you humans that help them…" He bent down to my level and snarled, "I'll rip you all in pieces like I did him when I get the chance." He and Soundwave stood and flew off. I just sat there, Jazz in my hands, unwilling to make a smart comment at the retreating Decepticons.
Next thing I knew I was in the med bay, still clutching Jazz to my chest, as Ratchet looked me over and Wheeljack – knowing he was my favorite Autobot – tried to coax me to hand over the toy.
"No."
"C'mon, Al, jus' le' Ratch see 'im. Please…" He batted his blue optics and I shook my head, feeling worse than I'd ever felt in my entire life.
"No. Not Jazz."
"Al, just for a second…please." He tried again, but still I refused.
The door opened, but I didn't look up to see who entered. Even when the room became deathly quiet I still stayed looking down at the door. Sometimes you just needed to ignore the outside world and cry, which I was proudly doing right then.
Hands wrapped around me and lifted me into the air. Warm breath tickled my neck as a voice asked, "'Ey, 'ey…wha's wrong? Sumthin' da mattah?"
My eyes widened to their limit and I looked up. I dropped Jazz's toy from my arms and gasped, trying to make something come out of my mouth.
"Cat got yer tongue?"
I did the one thing I swore I would never do.
I fainted.
GR: Sorry for the short chappie! I'm updating the next one ASAP. It just felt more dramatic if this was one on its own.