Summary: Leo never expected to die the way he did, at twenty-eight and about to be married. Death could be rather cruel sometimes.
Genre: Angst/ Romance.
Character(s): Leo
Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers. Simple as that. Enjoy!
A Bitter-Sweet Ending.
By: Life-is-Insanity.
When Death came for Leo, he never anticipated the method of his demise. Or that he was going to be the tender age of twenty-eight and about to be married.
Somehow, it just didn't seem fair.
Leo had always imagined dying by the gun of a Decepticon or laying out on the battle field, buried in the remains of a building, possibly having saved someone's life. A noble way to exit life. But being hit by a semi-truck in the middle of New York? It was just so… normal.
Above him, a face swarmed into view. Carly. His sweet, beautiful, soon-to-be wife Carly. Her face was tear-stained and there was a gash on her left cheek. Leo only recognized her by the dark, red of her hair.
She sobbed and asked why did he do it. Why did he push her out of the way and not save himself as while? But Leo could tell she already knew the answer. There had been no time to. It was either push her out of the way or both get hit.
The night had started out so perfectly, too. Back in New York, the wedding only a week away, Leo had decided to take Carly out for a fancy dinner, reasoning that they could use a night a way from wedding preparations. They had gone to a little restaurant named Garlic and than had decided to head down to Central Park afterward. On the way to the park, Carly had leaned in and whispered something into his ear that had send a jolt through Leo's stomach.
I'm pregnant.
They had come to a halt, Carly staring at him worriedly, as Leo processed what she had said. Pregnant, as in baby, as in he was going to be a father. He let out a long breath and then whooped for joy. Carly had laughed, delighted, and Leo grabbed her by the waist and started to dance, yelling to the heavens that he was going to be a father.
But they had not watched were they were going, both to overjoyed to notice. And it wasn't until the semi blared hits horn did it comprehend that they had danced into the busy road.
Leo had pushed Carly back on to the side walk before he had been hit and sent flying thirty feet backwards. Before he had hit the ground, Carly's scream dribbling in the air, Leo knew that it was over. There was no way to survive an impact like that.
And then he had hit the ground and every bone in his body broke.
Carly gently grasped the side of his head and Leo focused every ounce of energy on her. He shut out the noise of New York, the action that was happening around him. Nothing was important anymore, nothing but Carly.
She begged him not to go, saying how much she needed him, how much their unborn child needed him.
Before he could answer, the world began to darken. Panicked, he begged Carly to kiss him, hard on the lips.
Crying, she complied. Leo did not close his eyes during the kiss and neither did Carly. Her honey-brown eyes were the last thing he wanted to see before he left.
She pulled away slowly, but did not move her face. It stayed an inch above his own.
Leo died in a sea of honey-brown and with a bitter-sweet kiss on his lips.
July 31 2010
I am so having fun experimenting. First Prowl, now an angst / romance story.
Don't worry, Leo's not dead for good. I'm labeling this as an AU-ish type of drabble. He'll be back in others drabbles. I like the guy to much to officially kill him off.
Tell me how I did in the reviews and I'll give you a plushies Autobot of your choice. (Or Decepticon. Which ever way you swing.)
So review, please!
(Was it angst-y enough or did it just come off as corny?)
