'Savannah' ending
Ratchet had never been so close to the Decepticon leader before. Even on Cybertron, long before the war, they had kept a comfortable distance from each other. Now, on the debris-covered road of Chicago, it was the Autobot medic's unwelcome burden to confirm Megatron dead. Not that his condition left much doubt, Optimus's energon axe was still in the metallic cranium, but the Decepticon had been through worse and was brought back in no time.
Wounds from the earlier encounter were prominent, and Ratchet couldn't help wondering why the self-healing process ceased to function. If it was because Megatron was revived after his first death, he was looking forward to serious problems with Prime who'd... well, he'd been killed and revived too. Ratchet made a note to himself to check on Optimus's healing process more often and thoroughly.
Holding Megatron's head in his left hand while examining the injuries with his right, the medic could see the neatly detailed network of wires and processors that once was the brain of a deadly mastermind. It was a piece of art, yet it still looked dangerous in a way. The Autobot wondered if Megatron found peace in the Allspark, after leaving this crippled, but once brilliant metallic body behind.
And then he'd seen something. A few circuits still operated, albeit on a minimum level. Ratchet quickly transformed his right hand to a sensor probe, and reached deep into the wound cut by Prime's blade. He knew these were the last thoughts of a defeated warrior, and although he loathed the Decepticons and the destruction they caused, he could never bring himself to hate a fellow Cybertronian. If Megatron's last thoughts were still there, in his hands literally, they were there for a reason and he would retrieve them as the last (and least) a medic can do for his patient.
And then, he watched the last circuits cease to function, the last sparks of Energon go out, the last traces of life leave the body. He laid the severed head down on the road, saying a silent prayer for the dead Decepticon.
That was two days ago. Now Ratchet was rolling alone, deep in a National Park, far from other Autobots, or even, from any sign of civilization. His Hummer body did him a good service, and the more he felt being off the map, the more he was sure he was looking in the right place.
He'd found the lake and the elephants. Somehow he knew elephants were important, so were lions and gorillas on his way. Had they landed here instead of the United States, he guessed their leader might had taken one of these forms instead of a Peterbilt semitruck. Silently, he rolled on to the empty oil barrels, wondering what to say, what to do. He knew it would be against Megatron's last will to raise these hatchlings to be Autobots, but he couldn't let them become Decepticons either. But then, what could they be?
He reached out for the friendliest one, asking for his designation. When he got no answer, he decided to name the kitten-like hatchling Cheetor.