Prowl really had no idea where he was. He gazed at his surroundings, but was unable to pick out anything substantial. It was a void of darkness, swirling in mist and emptiness.

Prowl could not even tell which way was up or down. So he decided he would simply put one foot in front of the other and see where that led him.

It felt like he had been walking for vorn, until he finally saw a faint figure in the distance.

He squinted through the dark and gasped when he realized who it was.

"Lyra!" He called and sprinted ahead.

His voice echoed off of nothing and rang back to him over and over again. He ran still trying to reach the femme, but he seemed not to be getting any closer.

He cried out again growling in frustration.

Finally he reached her and grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her in. It was to the point that he was crushing her until she finally pulled away.

"Prowl," her voice was as he remembered. Soft and full of passion.

"Lyra," he whispered. His hands cupped her face plates gently. He drew in for a kiss but she moved away.

"Lyra?" He gazed deeply into her optics.

"You have another Prowl, take care of him. Do not become lost otherwise he will be too," she said softly. "You need to move past me, let go of me, Prowl. I am gone, you have your one now and you need to accept that and open your spark to him."

Her hand came up and gently rested on his cheek.

"It'll be alright Prowl, do not be afraid."

The word Jazz flickered across his mind and he backed away a step. This single word held strange meaning for him. It was special, almost sacred.

"Lost? I don't understand?"

"It's alright Prowl, you have each other, do not loose that," she said and began to fade away.

"No! Lyra! Stay please, I miss you," he pleaded.

She smiled softly to him, but continued to fade.

"No, Prowl, I am sorry but you have to wake up," her voice started out soft but then grew deeper and louder in volume.

"Prowl wake the frag up!" A voice shouted to him.

Finally his optics flickered online. He gazed up at Jazz with a confused look but smiled and reached up to gently touch his lover's worried face.

"Prowler, you okay?" Jazz asked, his tone laced with concern.

"I am fine, my love," he said softly. Prowl gazed around him and realized they were in their room, but he could not recall how he had gotten there.

"What happened?"

Jazz leveled him with an angry glare, "You collapsed in the middle of a fragging meeting Prowl. I carried you here after Ratchet checked you out."

Prowl rubbed his optics, "I apologize Jazz I did not realize-"

"You're fragging right you didn't realize! What the pit were you thinking running on 20% power! You need to recharge!" Jazz was practically screaming in his face now.

Jazz was angry, but not necessarily one hundred percent at Prowl. He was scared, terrified really.

He remembered the sound of Prowl's head hitting the table, and shaking him frantically. Even so, the SIC refused to wake up and that scared Jazz more than he would ever admit.

He was not used to this crippling fear, so he hid it behind anger and unfortunately the only person to vent his rage to was Prowl.

"What the pit you fragging idiot! You could have melted you circuits and destroyed your battle computer! You could have offlined! Why can't you just take care of yourself! Pit sometimes, I really hate you!" He said and stormed out of their room.

Prowl could only stand there and watch him leave, his vocalizer seemed unable to formulate any words.

Jazz's biting tone and harsh words had stabbed hard at Prowl's spark and they had hit home.

The SIC felt as if he were floating, nonexistent and perhaps that was how it should have been.

He only knew it was a matter of time before he lost everyone, even his lover. He knew he would push them all away eventually, that was what he did. He pushed Lyra away and then she had died, it was his fault. He pushed his brothers away, and even if they were on the mend, he knew it would not last long.

He was destined to end up alone in the darkness and for once, that is what he wanted.

Prowl lay back down and offlined his optics and wished not to wake up again.

He didn't.