A/N

Sorry that its short.

XXII

Kyle opened his eyes slowly, looking around. He quickly knew who he was, where he was and what he needed to do. He sat up carefully, cautiously noticing the touch upon his hand. Upon sitting up, he noticed Mary's head lying beside him. He smiled lightly, petting her on the head lightly. Her hair was so soft, reminded him of the good days when they were together. Were? Weren't they still together? He shook his head with a sigh. Things have greatly changed.

He moved away slightly, trying to leave the bed. As he left the area around Mary, she quickly sat up, suddenly awake. She met Kyle's eyes, smiling lightly and nodding. Kyle returned with a smile, but it was faint and barely noticeable. All the same, Mary saw it and accepted it. She leapt over the table, wrapping him up in a hug.

"I'm so glad you're alive!" she pleaded, tightening her grip.

"I am too…" he whispered, sighing lightly.

She pulled away, though still smiling. "I'm so glad…"

"Where are the Autobots?" perked Kyle, looking around.

Mary's smile began to fade as she looked at him then around the building. Normally Ratchet would be located by the computer or something. He was not. Mary nodded lightly, sighing. Suddenly a creeping feeling of danger or was it sadness fell over Mary as she turned back to Kyle. He was turned away from her, looking off toward the ground bridge.

"They…they left. Went to protect…the device that made you all human. They figured the Cons would go after it now that they have Megatron," Mary explained.

"Would the coordinates still be in the computer?" hummed Kyle, glancing back at the computer consul.

Mary paused, looking around. Something was wrong. She turned back to Kyle. He'd stood up, still looking up at the consul, waiting for an answer from her. She sighed, nodding, mumbling a probably. He nodded a reply, beginning to walk away. Mary rushed around the table, stopping him.

"What are you doing?" she gasped.

"I'm going to look at the coordinates," he replied.

"Why?"

"Because…" he nearly snarled at her. She stepped back.

"Kyle…what's gotten into you?"

"I'm sorry, Mary," he whispered, continuing around her to the computer.

"Kyle…Kyle!" she shouted, chasing after. "Don't tell me you're going to the device! I thought you wanted to remain human? To do that you need to stay as far away from that…thing as possible!"

"I know…" he sighed, reaching the computer and typing at it.

"So what's gotten into you?"

Kyle sighed again, turning around slowly. Looking at Mary, Kyle could see how she aged. When was the last time she showered or changed clothes or…anything you would normally do in a day? Her hair was slightly knotted, pulled back into a messy bun. It was the only way to make it look nicer. Her eyes were weary from lack of sleep and hours of stress. Her clothes were torn, ripped, muddy, soggy, and worn.

"I'm sorry, Mary," Kyle repeated.

"Stop saying that!" she howled.

Kyle nodded, turning back to the computer. He clicked one button which seamlessly activated the ground bridge behind them with a mighty whoosh. Kyle turned away, passing Mary. She hissed through her teeth, spinning on her heels and chasing after him again. This was growing troublesome. Kyle stepped up the ground bridge, watching the colors swirl and spin unnaturally.

"Look at me!" she ordered.

Kyle stopped, glancing over his shoulder. Mary raced up, grabbing him by the arm and forcing him to face her. His eyes glittered, though weren't completely red like when Knockout was in control. Mary shook her head. What was wrong? Why couldn't she tell what was wrong?

"Tell me what's going on…please," she whispered.

"I'm sorry…but I won't let burden you with this mess anymore…" he breathed.

With that, he pulled Mary close, kissing her. At first she struggled but eventually relaxed, closing her eyes and enjoying it. Connected. At last, she felt connected to him. Then she felt him slip away, her eyes opening slowly. He smiled lightly, turning away and walking into the ground bridge.

Mary watched in awe. His image faded away, bounding with the swirls and colors. Mary shook her head, feeling something wet dribble down her cheek. Not now…no. Mary listened to the system begin to shut down. Not yet. She ran in after Kyle, fading with the colors under the system finally died.