A/N: Yeah, so this is the sad thing I was talking about. It's...sad.
It's also probably my emotional response to both the massacre that was the G1 movie, and maybe the Infinite Optimus paradox. You know, Prime dies but comes back to life, everyone else dies permanently (unless you're watching the Unicron Trilogy).
Oh well, let's read some reviews!
"what's wrong with Wheelie"
*twitch*
Pray you never have to find out.
*twitch*
Anyway! Pack the tissues, read. Review if even the slightest part of you felt sad!
The Well at the End of the World
The sarcophagus is easy to find. In the Hall of Heroes; between Ratchet and Ironhide; two to the right of Wheeljack.
Cybertronians are interred in unbreakable, cryogenically frozen carbonadium coffins; with their life-sized statue in shining gold and silver mounted on the lid. Most Cybertronian burial grounds post-War are great halls lined with proud statues; Autobots and Decepticons standing side-by-side – all grudges are forgotten in death.
Red Alert doesn't leave the Hall of Heroes. She hasn't since the World-Eater was destroyed and Prowl returned to a home he could never share with her.
His statue looks just as handsome as he ever did. Not that Red Alert can see that. All she sees is the hole blasted in his chest; his spark chamber ruptured and empty; the deathly orange fire coughing from his surprised, open mouth and shattered optics as he died.
She endlessly replays that moment; her last memory of him; when he smiled and kissed her before stepping onto the shuttle carrying him to face the barrel of Megatron's fusion cannon. She can't even cry anymore, after a century of aching, endless pain.
Sometimes Slipstream – a femme Seeker Red Alert doesn't really know – brings the occasional Energon cube for her. Slipstream visits daily, crying over the vandalised and defaced statue above the coffin filled with the ashes of a ghost, a bent and broken golden crown lying sadly on the smooth metal.
Sometimes Red Alert hears Starscream's voice, echoing and disconnected, singing a breathy tune to the only one who can't hate him - "And I'm still in love with you/I want to see you dance again/Because I'm still in love with you/On this silver moon" – and she asks the Hall why her Prowl can't come back and sing to her.
Sometimes Optimus Prime visits the Hall, his optics guilty and downcast almost the moment he steps through the doors. She knows why. Prime couldn't make Megatron stay dead. Prime ordered the supply run to Earth. Prime killed her Prowl. And Prime came back from the dead, all alone. Ratchet and Ironhide and Wheeljack and Mirage and Brawn and Windcharger and Bluestreak and Smokescreen and beautiful, beautiful Prowl all stayed in their cold metal boxes. And he knows it.
Prime offered the Matrix to her once. Just a look, through all the world's memories of Prowl. But it was still that; still just a look. Prowl couldn't hold her and tell her it would all be alright; he couldn't kiss her and promise he'd never leave; he couldn't even touch her faceplates and remind her he still loved her.
The world is broken; she's talking to a statue while blue tears fall at its feet; a ghost's apologies ring in her audials; and Red Alert's shattered spark leaves for the Well, one shard at a time.
No I wasn't talking about Alduin, you sillies, I meant Unicron. Ugh. Ruining the emotion time now, sorry.
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