12. Graveyard
A dim blue glow pierced the darkness as a mech moved slowly along the corridor. Normally said mech moved gracefully with a bounce in his step and a smile on his face plates, now the smile was gone and his steps were slow and somewhat jerky as if they were forced. In truth they were, for the mech knew what, or rather who, lay behind the door at the end of this particular passageway and whished with his entire spark that he could avoid this particular journey. Duty however forced him to continue, but as the door drew closer his steps slowed until he stopped inches from the door. He cycled his air through his vents as he gathered his courage, the slowly entered the code to open the door. The mech crossed the threshold and stared at the mech that lay within. Once dark coloring was now a dirty gray and the mech felt an intense stab of guilt shoot through him. Words spoken not so long ago flashed through his CPU once more.
A strained and exhausted voice reached his audios, "Can't pull … anymore… fragments. Only… one …way."
The mech dropped to his knees by the berth and envied humans for their ability to cry. Spasms shook his shoulders as grief enveloped him. He had promised himself that when the battle ended he would come clean, tell the other mech how he felt and hope for the best. Fate had had other plans, and now he knelt by the other's grave to fulfill that promise. His vocalize spit static as his whispered declarations of love and devotion fell on audios who could no longer hear. His voice grew weaker as emotional overload sent him into stasis, and as he blacked out he whispered, "We could have found another way."
When the mech slowly onlined it took him awhile to identify what exactly had woken him over the pounding in his head. After a few minutes he realized that someone was pounding on the door, the mech was determined to ignore them though. The mech outside seemed to realize this and changed tactics, yelling "Jazz, I know you're in there, so open the door. We really need to talk." Jazz was surprised to realize that the owner of the voice was the young prime from earth, Optimus. Giving up on being alone Jazz attempted to stand only to fall flat on his face. The noise was audible from the hallway and the door flew open to admit other mech. Jazz waved off Optimus's attempt at helping him stand before the young prime fixed him with a stern glare, "Jazz I'm here to give you a warning. I don't know how much highgrade you had last night but after what you did to Prowl I'd advise you to make yourself scarce for the next week or so." It took Jazz's fuzzy processor a few moments to sort out the other mech's short speech. When it did he asked the only thing he could think of "What did I do?" Optimus just sighed before replying, "Jazz, just go." The young prime then left, leaving Jazz to watch the door close behind him with two thoughts running through his processor, Was that a dream or a premonition? and Just what did I do last night?