CHAPTER TWELVE

I Give My Life Up For You

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No One's P.O.V:

The skies of Egypt suddenly turned a crystal-clear pristine blue, as the shining white-yellow sun sparkled cheerfully down on it, and a million points of sparkling blue light drifted across the sky in a wide arc, stunning everyone who saw it into silence.

The light drifted over to the body of the dead Autobot, Bianca.

It floated across her spark chamber and then, suddenly, her optics lightened, her body turned white again, and she sat up with a stunned gasp.

"D-did we win!?" She cried. She gazed up at the blue light, and recognition dawned over her face. "Oh…it's…Emma…thankyou…" She placed her hands over her stomach, and closed her optics as purple energon tears dripped from them.

The light floated over to the fallen vampire-bot, Wasp.

It drifted across his spark chamber, and his purple optics and green body lightened, before he sat up in shock. "W-where am I? What happened? Butterfly-Bot..? Emma…" He was suddenly swept into a circuit-crushing hug by his spark-mate, Moondancer.

The light lingered over the bodies of the All-Spark twins, Honey Bee and Shooting Star, before their eyes snapped open, their skin coloured again, and they both sat up in shock.

"We're alive?" They said in unison. Then, they looked up at the blue light, and whispered: "Mamma?" Before their respective spark-mates had to welcome them back to the land of the living.

The light travelled past the stunned Autobots such as Andy and Sunstreaker, before travelling into the little hut and dancing around Zikya, Wheeljack and their stillborn baby.

The light lingered over the baby's body, before travelling into his nose and mouth.

There was a moment of pause, and then the baby opened his clear, bright blue eyes, and began to cry.

The light danced around, as Zikya began sobbing happily and Wheeljack just held her and their son.

"Primus bless you…" Wheeljack whispered. "Thankyou, Emma…"

"Yes, thankyou Emma…" Zikya said, glancing up at the sky briefly before returning her gaze to her precious little son, who had stopped crying and was looking happily up at his Mum and Dad.

The light then returned to its arc, which could be seen by everyone in the known universe, and was the most beautiful thing in the entirety of creation.