Just then, Alpha Trion walked over to Optimus and Ironhide, and spoke quietly to the Autobot leader. "Optimus, I know how much you love Elita, but the other Autobots need their leader, and the Decepticons are still a huge threat, both to Earth and Cybertron. You must return to Earth and stop the Decepticons."
Optimus looked up at Alpha Trion with tears in his optics. He new the wise old Autobot was right, but he couldn't bear to leave Elita. He also knew being a Prime meant he had to be a leader, even if his spark was breaking. "Very well, Alpha Trion. I will return to Earth and continue the fight against the Decepticons. Elita's death will not be in vain!" Optimus said. He slowly got to his feet, and leaned down and kissed Elita softly. "I will always love you, my sweetspark"; he said softly.
Optimus and Ironhide slowly walked back to where the other Autobots were waiting, leaving Alpha Trion with Elita's battered body. No one noticed as one tear slowly made its way into Elita's spark chamber. A few moments later, a dim glow could be seen. Just then, Alpha Trion noticed something out of the corner of his optics. Hurrying over to Elita, he saw that the glow came from her. By Primus, her spark had restarted! He began furiously hooking her up to different machines, one pumping energon into her, another monitoring her spark, which hadn't yet started to beat. Yet another machine was monitoring her processor, searching for any sign of activity. Just then, Trion thought he saw her spark flicker. He watched carefully: there it was again! Her spark was beating now, but very weakly. Should he tell Optimus?; he wondered. No, he didn't want to raise Prime's hopes, only to crush him again if she didn't make it after all. Primus, what a mess poor Elita was. It would take all of his ability to even give her a chance. He knew right away she was going to need extensive body work if she survived. Once her spark beat stabilized, he could begin the arduous task of repairing her many systems. He wouldn't know if her processor was damaged in any way, until she woke up; if she awoke. And what of the spark bond between her and Optimus? Would it still be there? Primus only knew.
Back on Earth
Optimus sat alone in his quarters, thinking about everything that had transpired over the last few days. He still couldn't believe his beloved Elita was gone. He had often dreamed of what it would be like to see her again. Never in a million Earth years did he think the next time he saw her, it would be under such horrible circumstances. Primus, he was tired! He hadn't gotten but a few short hours of recharge in almost a week, and he was really beginning to feel it. He did try to recharge, but every time he closed his optics he saw Elita lying on the examining berth, lifeless. Finally, the strain was too much for his body to take, and he slipped into recharge.
Optimus opened his optics and looked around. He wasn't in his quarters anymore! Where was he? There seemed to be enormous crystals all around him. He felt someone take his hand, and turned to see a beautiful young femme standing near him. His optics widened in recognition. Elita! She hadn't died! His spark soared within his chest plates. He pulled her close and looked down at her, love filling his optics. "I missed you so much, my sweetspark. I love you forever and always"; he whispered softly. He leaned down and tenderly kissed her, relishing the feel of her in his arms. They began to walk among the crystals, his arm securely around her waist. "It's so beautiful here, Optimus"; Elita sighed contentedly.
"Yes, it is beautiful here Elita, but nothing can ever compare to your beauty, my love"; Optimus said. They stopped for a moment to enjoy the beauty around them, and Elita took advantage of the moment to wrap her arms around Optimus, and snuggle in close.
"I'm so happy you're here. I've missed you so much, Optimus". Elita said. "Optimus"? Elita's voice seemed to be getting further and further away. "Optimus? Optimus?"
"Optimus, wake up! You've been in recharge for several Earth hours now." He looked up to see Prowl hovering over him like a worried creator. "The Decepticons have been too quiet lately. Megatron and his bunch have got to be up to something, and we need to figure out what; and put a stop to it" Prowl said, walking out the door.
Prime took a moment to clear his processor before going to meet the other bots for a planning session. He thought about the dream he had just had, and how real it seemed. He swore he could still feel Elita in his arms.