CHAPTER EIGHT
A Million Points Of Light
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Meg: …
Sideswipe: …
Bumblebee: …Hey, Meg?
Meg: Yes?
Bumblebee: How can you be writing, but be in this broom closet at the same time?
Meg: Oh, I have my laptop with me, see? *Holds up Lenovo 3000*
Sideswipe: What's it plugged into?
Meg: You.
Sideswipe: *Sweatdrops* Oh.
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No One's P.O.V:
They all fifteen of them – twelve robots, two cats and one cyborg – stood around the body.
She, Emma, looked so peaceful lying there. All of her cuts and wounds had been healed, and even in death she looked like she was dreaming.
The destroyed body of the Decepticon leader, Megatron, lay some ways away, but nobody was doing anything about that.
They could only stare at the girl who had sacrificed her life for everyone else.
Bianca (White Fire), Emma's former guardian and best friend, knelt beside the fallen girl, gently brushing a strand of hair from the girl's forehead. Fluid leaked freely from her bright blue optics, and sadness echoed from her broken spark.
Her spark mate, Optimus Prime, stood behind her, unmoving. His spark was also broken to the point of anguish, and he grieved for the fallen girl, and for his grieving spark mate.
Ratchet, Ironhide, Jazz and Wheeljack stood to the side, their optics leaking slightly with unaccustomed fluids of sadness. How this precious girl could have been taken from them, they didn't know, but it was unfair and sad enough to make even Ironhide weep silent fluids of sorrow.
On Wheeljack's shoulder, Zikya sat, weeping tears of sadness as she buried her face into the side of her spark mate's faceplate. She had lost a friend, a soul sister.
The twins, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, were standing side-by-side, unmoving. Sunstreaker had one arm around his brother's shoulders, and the other was around Andy's (Backdraft's) shoulders. The fem-bot, the former Decepticon, had silent fluid leaking from her moonlight blue eyes. She had trained Emma herself, and couldn't believe that she was gone.
Arcee and Elita1 were standing nearby as well, both of them crying silently. Ratchet stood near to them, his spark feeling like it would break apart at any given moment.
The two part robot cats, Leveret and Kyo, stood next to each other, heads bowed, and ears drooped.
And Bumblebee, Emma's spark mate, knelt on her other side, holding one of her hands in his, and just staring at his fallen beloved.
For the longest time, nobody spoke.
Then, a light rain began to pour from the sky, dripping in rhythmic tones down the metal armour of the Autobots.
"Even the heavens weep…" Backdraft said quietly. "Primus himself is crying…"
The others nodded, except for Bianca and Bumblebee. Bianca stood up then, and stepped back, allowing Optimus to wrap his arms around her and hold her. Their sparks beat in synch, broken and shattered.
Bumblebee bowed his head suddenly, and whispered: "Emma…I wanted to ask you this…before…I was going to ask you…after the battle…" Fluid began to leak from his aqua optics. "Emma…I wanted you…to marry me…I love you…more then life itself…"
He transformed into his holoform then, and leaned down close to Emma, his beloved.
Her skin still felt warm, and her face was still coloured. It truly looked as if she was only sleeping, but Bumblebee knew that she wasn't. She was dead. She was really and truly gone.
Bianca's spark suddenly began glowing through her chest plate, and so did Optimus'.
The twins' sparks glowed, and Backdraft's spark glowed. The sparks of Jazz, Ironhide, Elita1 and Arcee all glowed, and Ratchet's soon followed. Wheeljack's spark glowed.
Even the artificial sparks that beat alongside the hearts of Zikya, Leveret and Kyo glowed.
"Emma…" Bee whispered, leaning down close to his dead spark mate. "I love you…please don't leave me…" He pressed his lips to her lifeless ones, human tears leaking from his eyes, and dripping onto her closed eyelids.
His spark was broken into a thousand pieces, that could never be made whole again, by anyone else.
Nobody said a word, as a million points of light rose up into the sky…
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Meg: Do you think it's safe to go out yet?
Sideswipe: I dunno, I'll check. *Checks*
Ratchet: THERE YOU ARE, YOU LITTLE SLAGGER!!!!
Meg: Run Sides'!!
Bumblebee: Faster, Sideswipe!!
Ratchet: AND YOU, YOU YELLOW AND BLACK SLAGGING –censored-.
Bumblebee: Aurgh!! *Runs*
Meg: *Watching* Looks like I'm off the hook now. Okay, everyone, so the story is reaching its conclusion. XD