Transformers Prime - Hazy

Loss

He woke up quickly, looking around the dining room, having apparently passed out at the table. The memories were so crystalline for that first fractional second.

Orion: She knows me. She KNOWS me . . .

But it didn’t last long. The fuzziness of it all quickly retook his mind. And suddenly all he really remembered was the letter he’d spent so long on, and the image of Jasmine.

And the promise. The promise of all things stuck in his mind.

‘I promise it’s only a temporary goodbye, Sweetspark . . . I’ll find you . . .’

Sweetspark? Wasn’t the conventional word SweetHEART . . .  ?

He tossed the word around in his mind slowly, mulling it over, even speaking it a few times slowly, feeling it roll off his tongue. Sweetspark, sweetspark . . .

It felt right, but it didn’t seem to fit in the conventions he knew.

He did his best to shake it off and drudged up the few stairs to his bedroom, lying down on the soft mattress, quickly falling into the unconscious world. But it wasn’t a very restful sleep.

He lay with that femme again, holding her close, abdomen still small, that no one would suspect what was growing within her. But he knew. He rested a large, metal servo over her abdomen lightly, kissing her temple.

She, in turn, rested her green helm against his chest, breathing slowly. She’d become accustomed to the idea of the sparkling growing within her, but it was often required for him to reassure her that he was here, that he would always be here, taking care of her and their small one, no matter her fears that he would indescribably leave or that she would somehow not be good enough for their sparkling.

It made him smile, to see her so nervous about soon being a parent, when all he saw in her was every trait she held that would make her irrefutably wonderful for the job.

Her passion, her caring nature, her caution, her smile . . . he loved her smile . . .

He pulled her closer, squeezing her lightly. Slowly he shuttered his optics, feeling her relax against him.

She would be so perfect, she would take such good care of their sparkling. He hummed a slight melody as she drifted off, earning a small smile, so he sang it aloud in a low, sweet tone.

Optimus: “I could stay awake just to hear you breathing, Watch you smile while you are sleeping, While you're far away and dreaming, I could spend my life in this sweet surrender, I could stay lost in this moment forever, Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure. Don't want to close my eyes, I don't want to fall asleep, Cause I'd miss you babe, And I don't want to miss a thing, Cause even when I dream of you, The sweetest dream will never do, I'd still miss you babe, And I don't want to miss a thing, Lying close to you feeling your heart beating, And I'm wondering what you're dreaming, Wondering if it's me you're seeing, Then I kiss your eyes, And thank AllSpark we’re-.”

He was interrupted by a small, feminine digit pressing lightly against his lips.

Maiden: “I appreciate the gesture, Optimus. But just sleep with me. Please.”

He smiled, silencing himself happily, and she fell asleep against him. He watched her peacefully for a few moments before shuttering his optics and drifting off next to her.

But when he woke in the early hours of that morning, he was lost, startled.

She wasn’t next to him when he opened his optics.

So where was she?

Orion woke in his bed, face-down, staring at the deep blue pillowcase, blinking slowly as he tried to put all the information together.