-1He had no idea how much time passed as he stared up at the sky, thoughts of Sarah dancing in his mind as he clung to life, barely aware that his brother was speaking to him, trying to get his attention, keep him focused. Look at me, Sarah, I'm hanging on. Optimus felt a chill run through him as Megatron chuckled weakly at something, staring through him all the while as if he wasn't even there. "Stay with me, Megatron," he all but begged. It wouldn't be long now, the Decepticon realized. For better or worse, it wouldn't be long. The pain had long since left him, seemingly draining out of his body, and everything else was starting to follow it out… His brother's voice was fading into a dull hum, his vision slowly darkening. Despite it all he felt an overwhelming sense of peacefulness washing over him in soothing waves, urging him to just let go, to stop fighting it. The guilt and sorrow that had haunted him was gone now, lost in the peace that filled him. Maybe… I should just… let go… It was starting to seem like a good idea. He'd wanted so badly for the pain to end, and it would end if he let go. Dying this way… doesn't seem… so bad…
Something surged inside him, life and light pouring in from outside. Sarah's presence enfolded him, filled him, passed over and through him. Don't leave us, she begged in his mind. It was as if their respective sizes had switched in that moment as their minds overlapped, her presence almost seeming to embrace him, holding him close like a mother cradling her newborn child. She was strength incarnate in that moment, the power that gave life to his very species now focused on him alone, sustaining him and accompanying him through the dark, holding him to life, her very presence a light that held the darkness at bay. Optimus knew only that his brother was clinging to life, not that Sarah lent her aid from afar. I'm here, she told him. We are all with you. Your brother came to save you from yourself, Ratchet even now is rushing to your side, and I… I'm right here beside you. There was a long pause, warmth and comfort radiating from the soothing presence he felt in his mind and now knew as her. Remember this, Megatron. No matter how dark and terrible the hour you may face, no matter how alone you may feel, remember… You are not alone. There may be times when you cannot see me, but mark my words, I will always be by your side. In that moment there was nothing save the two of them, one or both of them realized that probably meant he'd finally lost consciousness but neither cared. He was there and she was there, and the rest was just distractions. Both of them were enjoying the moment even despite the dire circumstances that brought said moment on, but neither of them realized that the other was enjoying it just as much.
That was how they both came to be in the repair bay at the same time. Megatron needed some serious repair work for his self-inflicted gunshot wound, and Sarah had, to the best of everyone's knowledge, collapsed. Though he still lived, the Decepticon wasn't doing too well. His vital functions were abnormally low, which caused Ratchet no small amount of worry. Sarah, for her part, was apparently having nightmares. The strangest part was that they seemed to be synchronized. Megatron's vital functions would ebb dangerously low at the same time her nightmares would worsen, and as his vital functions returned to a more normal state she would calm down. There just didn't seem to be a reason for the Decepticon to be doing so poorly, but looking at Sarah gave Ratchet an idea. Gently picking her up, he placed her on the table right next to Megatron… Then he smiled to himself as she immediately snuggled up in her sleep, her nightmares gone. His happiness doubled as he saw the Decepticon's vital functions returning to normal. "Close proximity helps those two," he said to himself, making a note of it for the future.