CHAPTER FOUR

The Number One Sacrifice

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Wasp's P.O.V:

I was doing everything I could to make myself useful. I killed Decepticons, I aided Autobots and the human military, and I really made a difference.

For the first time in my life, I was making a difference – and it felt great.

I just wished that Butterfly-Bot, my creator, who had made me what I am today, could have been here.

I may not love her anymore – I think Moondancer was my spark-mate! – but I still cared greatly for her. I hadn't had much experience caring for others before, but Butterfly had shown me how to do it. Through what she would refer to us 'tough-love' mixed with something called 'gentle-nurturing' she had shown me that there was life after the stockades.

I had never felt more alive.

I had never felt more like an Autobot.

Suddenly, I saw Bumblebot, paralysed by a stasis-blaster, an unable to move as a deadly beam of energy was shot straight towards him.

Oh Primus – Bumblebot was gonna die!

In an instant, as everything seemed to move in slow-motion, I considered my options.

I saw Butterfly's tear-streaked face at the loss of her spark-mate, the purple energon flowing freely from her optics as she sobbed uncontrollably over his lifeless grey shell. I felt the anguish in the air at the loss of her spark-mate, and Shooting Star's Father.

I made my decision.

I leapt in front of the beam of energy just before it was about to hit, and felt an unimaginable pain course through my entire body, shocking me and effectively putting out my spark, which isn't supposed to be possible with vampires but, I guess there's a first time for everything.

Speaking of which, as I fell, dying, to the sands, I felt like a hero for the very first time.

I had actually saved a life.

Since I'd been a sparkling, that's all I'd ever wanted to do.

Funny, how it turned out to be Bumblebot.

Through the darkness I heard his voice, begging me to hang on, but I knew, and he knew, that it was no use.

I said, weakly: "T-take care of her, for me…" My optics dimmed to grey. "Take care of Emma…" And my spark went out.

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"Sometimes I wish I could save you, and there's so many things that I want you to know! I won't give up til' it's over! If it takes you forever, I want you to know…"