Transformers One Shots {On Hold}

Truly Alone

 Cybertron has been restored. It is now filled with cybertronians, yet I am alone.

I once loved two mechs, then they changed beyond recognition and then after that, they died.

I lost them...

I'm surrounded by people who are laughing and celebrating coming home yet; I sit in the same garden each day, mourning the deaths of two mechs i never knew. I'm so scared to go outside of the garden, I'm so scared I will only see the memories of my loves...

I heard a crunch as my sister sat down beside me, I turned my head and noticed her lieutenant behind her. "Hello strongarm, why did you come?" I said almost robotically. I may love my sister, but I never allowed her in my garden. "In the ruleboo-" I cut her off quickly, I hated her rule abiding attitude. I just motioned her to spit it out and she did. "I- I'm worried about you. Ever since we got back here and the news was shared of the wars end, you haven't left this garden at all! You haven't even left for energon." I sighed softly, why must you care?

"Tell me why, tell me the story!" She practically whined to me. I always told her I had a story, one that explained why almost nine vorns ago I lost my will to live. With a loud sigh I started.

"When I was young...and stupid, I never cared about anything, I thought love was a silly game to play, I don't anymore. I fell in love with two mechs, two polar opposites, a miner... and an archivist. The miner rose above and became a well known gladiator, meanwhile the archivist kept to himself. While one was strong, brave, caring, and confident, the other was nerdy, shy, sweet, and unforgettable. I fell in love with both of them and spent every waking hour beside one. I knew I was in love, but knew I had to choose one. They were friends, and I always feared that I would ruin that. I never did choose though...

One day I lost both of them, they died... no, they changed. I no longer knew them, they both were strangers to me. My sweet archivist became a leader of one army who was incapable of feeling, and my caring gladiator turned into a bloodthirsty warlord who only cared about the deaths of his enemies. I lost both Orion Pax and Megatronis that day, and two strangers called Optimus Prime and Megatron replaced them.

Two leaders of two armies in a war that destroyed my home, two mortal enemies at each others throats...they were NOT the two nice and loving best friends I fell in love with! I lost both of them..." I finished quietly as my sister stared at me with sadness and awe. I heard a surprised voice behind her, "You knew Op- Orion?" It was bumblebee, my sisters lieutenant. I nodded, ducking my head to hide my tears. "And now, they both are gone...Even the shells that remained after they changed are dead." I chocked out. I heard the rustle of my sister getting up, she knew I best dealt with grief alone. I watched as the two left me alone in my sadness, left me alone to mourn my lost loves.

I opened my eyes and gazed at the familiar garden, I have been alone here for days. Some day soon I must leave to get energon, or I will die. I heard a rustling and turned, expecting to see my concerned sister, then I remembered. My sister was missing, and if she returned she would be arrested. A few days ago her, a vandal, and her lieutenant escaped through a space ridge and are now criminals with bounties on their helms. I would not feel my sisters comforting servo on my shoulder platings for a long time.

I guess that now, I am truly alone.

And I guess I'll skip on that energon.