Transformers: Ratchet x Drift

The three words I've longed to hear you say...

I knew something was up with Ratchet. His...his aura was...fading, flickering,...something...

But I wasn't overly worried about him.

And then he came into the room, my back to him, in his usually gruff manner and said I WAS RIGHT!

I, DRIFT, THE FRAGGIN' PRIMUS BELIEVER, WAS RIGHT! RATCHET SAID IT! I WANTED TO SCREAM TO THE HEAVENS AND RUB IT IN HIS ADORABLE GRUMPY FACE...

and then I saw him.

Gray like a tombstone.

Aggressive depigmentation, he said.

Dead, that meant he was dead.

No no no, Ratchet...Ratchet couldn't die. We couldn't...I couldn't...COULD NEVER!...lose him...no no NO!

He says he feels hollow...and oh he is. His aura is gone. His lovely, special Ratchety aura.

Where was it? Where was it? I wanted to find it SOOOO bad. Find it and shove it hard into Ratchet and force it to stay there forever, so HE'D be with me forever.

And then Chromedome's punch when right through him.

No no no no no no NO! I was losing him. I CAN'T LOSE HIM!

And then he started to sink, through the ship, into space, into Primus knew where!

I tried to grab him, pull him, KEEP HIM!

"Ratchet!" I cried. "Ratchet please!"

"You think I wanna sink faster than Rodimus's love life?" Ratchet complained.

Then Ten spoke. Said Ratchet needed medical help. Then space. Cold lonely space. Ratchet floating away.

"Ratchet please don't leave me!" I cried.

Then the allspark...or what we thought was the allspark. All that mattered is that I had him back. That is all I ever needed.

Ratchet.