Disclaimer: Own nothing. Gain nothing.

Warnings: crappy violence (I'm so sorry)

A/N: Thank you all for your reviews. I never thought you all would like this. I truly tried to make the fighting interesting, but I don't know if I succeeded. I actually made close to 4 different versions of this chapter. I so need a life. As always, any mistakes you point out will be fixed.

"talking"

'thinking'

"remembering"

Discovery

War was always a humbling experience, and not in a good way. The sounds of screams in both rage and pain, along with the explosions and the firing of guns pierced the audios of even the strongest of mechs and seemed to remain even after everything ended. The dust and falling debris impaired the visibility and the stench of mech fluids took out any olfactory sense. There was only the survival programming and the reminder that no matter how long lived, you are still mortal.

So far he'd taken down Skywarp and Thundercracker with the twins' help. He fought Motormaster with Bumblebee and would've run to aid another Bot when a huge cloud of dust and dirt from a nearby explosion clouded his vision. He had to stop moving and let his sensors instruct him of where to go until the dust settled down. He was too close to the edge of a rather deep cliff and he didn't relish the idea of falling down there. Unfortunately, his lucky break appeared to have ended and something attacked him in the back, tackling him and making him fall down the cliff he'd wanted to avoid.

He cried in pain as he hit the bottom quite hard. His right arm shooting sparks after falling in a very weird angle and releasing his rifle. Whoever had pushed him down had fallen with him, and Jazz could feel sharp claws and teeth ripping his back. He let out another pained cry and forced himself to shake whoever was attacking him off of him. The sight of the black cat-like mech, jaws and claws dripping energon, didn't surprise him.

Jazz didn't have time to think as the Con used his proton bombs on him. The Porsche was fast enough to avoid being hit, but the blast knocked him down. The Cassetticon used that time to pounce on him and continue tearing him apart. Jazz tried to pry the cat-like mech off of him again, but he was still dazed from the explosion. His visor coming on and off and showing more blinking lights than a human winter holiday tree.

The Cassetticon suddenly let go him, only to circle him slowly. That son of a glitch was playing with him! A trickle of energon caught his attention and the saboteur finally noticed that the Con's left hind leg was mangled. At least he wasn't the only one that got slagged by the fall. He watched the black Con getting ready to pounce on him again.

The Decepticon mech jumped, ready to rend him into pieces. Jazz moved to the side, arm grabbing the Cassetticon by one of its legs. With as much force as he could muster the Porsche prepared to flung Ravage to the nearest cliff wall. Just when he was about to perform the act, there was a shower of sparks and the loss of the Decepticon's weight made lose his balance. Jazz turned sharply, dizziness almost making him fall again, and saw the black form of Ravage moving a couple of feet away from him. If that overgrown cat was there; what in the Pit was he still holding in his hand?

The Porsche looked down to see his hand holding the Decepticon's leg on his hand. Slag! He hadn't planned on grabbing the Con by his damaged leg. He hoped to Primus Ravage would stay down. The injuries the black Con had inflicted were leaking profusely and he had to find a way out of this place and get help fast. Apparently Primus needed his audios fixed, because Ravage was not only still online, but standing on three legs.

What the frag! Two months ago an injury like that would have sent the Con running away. Now it just seemed to piss him off even more. Where the Cons rabid? Could some sort of rage virus be affecting them? The leg fell on the ground as another wave of dizziness hit him. The flashing lights on his visor where now joined by blaring alarms on his audios.

Using Jazz's distraction, Ravage charged again. Metal teeth sinking into his right arm and claws digging inside his chestplate, way too close to his spark for Jazz to feel comfortable. One. Two. Three punches on the Con's face and Ravage finally let go; falling on the ground unconscious. Mechfluid began to pool around the cat-like mech. Jazz stared at the unmoving Con for a moment as if expecting it get up and attack him again.

Once satisfied with the knowledge that it truly was offline, Jazz looked around for his fallen blaster rifle. It was battered, but it had survived the fall. Now armed, the injured mech turned his attention to the cliff wall. With no real knowledge of any other way to get out of there he had no other choice than climb. He checked his right arm and let out a rather creative string of cybertronian expletives. With less than twenty percent of mobility the climb would be extremely painful. And, if by any chance he could make it to the top instead of falling back down, Ratchet would surely murder him with the help of First Aid. Primus! He'd just gotten out of medbay! At the rate he was going, by the end of the year would've broken both of the twins' injury records. Maybe he should seriously begin considering to change his alt-mode to a Lamborghini. Now that he'd apparently embraced the Lamboism way of life, he might as well look the part. . . And wasn't it funny the things that came to his processor while he was probably dying at the bottom of a cliff while stuck with a dying enemy and while there was a war going on somewhere at the top of the cliff he wanted to climb which was the same cliff that. . .

Jazz shook his head, trying to concentrate. clear his CPU and ignore both the alarms and his visor turned Christmas tree. He looked up again and thought he saw movement up there. He tried to zoom in, but a flashing blue light told him it couldn't be done. Something was moving behind him. Funny how he could still sense that. . . He turned, expecting to see Ravage online and ready to strike. Instead, he found Soundwave standing in front of his fallen Cassette. Frag it all! He was a dead mech.

Soundwave's visor glowed a dark red. Jazz had never seen him so angry before. He tried to explain, but his visor shut down abruptly and he sank to his knees. He'd lost too much energy already and his systems were shutting down. He fought to stay online and his visor turned on to find his lover, blaster rifle in hand, pointing directly at him.

It wasn't supposed to be like this! He couldn't die with his lover mad at him. . . With him believing Jazz didn't love him anymore. . . With his last words being "Maybe we should stop seein' each other for a while" He stared at his lover, vision coming in and out as he fought to stay online. If he was going to die, at least he would see it happening. . . At least he could do it staring at the mech he loved. . .

Soundwave fired. Pain flared up. Mechfluid splattered and sprayed out of him. His body fell again into the ground. Numbness started creeping in. Darkness threatened to consume him, but he wouldn't have that. He wanted to see Soundwave. His vision came, his lover stood tall and beautiful before him. He dimly heard the sound of shots being fired, but he clearly saw his lover fall to the ground, while mech fluid sprayed the ground around him.

His vision seemed shaky, as if he was moving, but he couldn't stop staring at the now dying Soundwave. The red visor staring at him in turn. Wasn't it funny that they both died the same day from similar wounds? The Porsche was too tired to actually laugh. He could feel the energy leaving him and the coldness of death engulf him. He couldn't die without Soundwave knowing. . . And with the last of his strength, the saboteur fixed his vision on his dying lover and uttered his last words.

"Loved ya. . . Never stopped. . .So sorry I. . ."

Ratchet almost had a core meltdown at the sight of the Special Ops Officer. It took him a month of almost constant attention to keep the officer alive. When asked how he'd done it, the CMO replied that he had no idea. Jazz should've died long before reaching the CMO's hands. Primus must really like the little piece of slag! At least the Decepticon rage seemed to be at an end.
Megatron almost had a core meltdown when he heard the news of what had been going on while he was away. He'd spent two months coordinating a simultaneous attack on both Cybertron and Earth with Shockwave and he returns to this! All that time planning and it had all gone down to the Pit! He hoped to Primus that Hook didn't fail him in repairing his Communications Officer or he would also need to look for a new Constructicon. Surely this was all Starscream's fault.
Bumblebee sat quietly in the rec. room. He'd been the one to find Jazz and call on Ratchet. The others were beginning to worry about him. They were not used to see him so serious. He felt someone sitting beside him and an energon cube was offered.

The Volkwagen grabbed the cube and sipped it slowly. A golden arm was slung over his shoulder and he leaned on the tall frame, very carefully of course. Sunny must be really worried if he was willing to risk being seen. He felt bad for worrying the warrior, but he needed time to think. Jazz's last words echoing on his CPU nonstop and the weight of his newfound knowledge almost crushing him.

'Primus help me! I don't know what to do.'