Autobots From the Skies

Chapter Nineteen

No One's Pov~

She still has not woken from her enternal sleep as some say. It has been to long, some losing hope in her so fast, but not him. There wasn't a chance of it all. He knew every second counted when he was near her, even when Ratchet tried making him leave. Watching his own team walk in and out injuries or not. This pained them all. Taking a glance at her still body, hearing her spark beating healthily, and turning his back he looked at Ratchet.

The mech nodded instantly knowing what the leader wished for. Any way to find a way to wake her. He has tried so much, but what was there to do. Nothing. You could only wait this out or let her die. Shaking a helm he typed something down quickly. Miko shockingly, hasn't spoken much like herself. Raf was helping Ratchet with a way to help her. Jack...Jack was with Arcee a lot getting the energon they needed.

Optimus walked away. Pain ebbing away at his spark, as it shattered everytime he saw her like this. Megatron, was willing to kill an old friend other than the Prime himself. This truly, was showing him that Megatron wouldn't return to his old self. For a while he wondered why Cynder didn't fight back. That has faded away, and now the thought of why she won't wake is paining him worse. Galaxies,  holding secrets such as these were hard to know. Cynder had healed so much, and her spark beat fine. Why could she not wake?!

He entered his office, briskly turning to punch a wall in anger and sorrow. Did no one understand? Ratchet probably did, but the medic always had some reason to know something. Could Cynder hear him still? Was it even possible? Jack had told Optimus it was and every time he spoke with her he wished for a reply, but could never get one. Maybe...For the Allspark he doesn't know why he's thinking this...But maybe it would be time to shut off her spark.

He didn't let the pain show at his face, but well enough everyone knew better. His steps echoed as he walked next to her body. Grabbing her hand slightly, so gentle like. Never would he hope to see this day. To watch your sister dyinng in your hands.

Op-"I think it's time, old friend."

Ratchet sharply turned his helm at the leader. Question on his face. He thought he had misheard Optimus, but with one look he knew he was not.

Ratchet-"There's still so much time. Are you sure you want to offline her?"

Op-"It has been a human month, therefore I am Ratc-"

He stopped jn the middle of his sentace glancing down at their entwined hands. Cynder had begun to grip his as tight as she could. She was there, alive, just not fully awake or understanding, but she knew what he was thinking. By the Allspark she would not be offlined. Truthfully, she was waiting for the right time to wake from her sleep.

Ratchet-"I'll start preparing then."

Op-"No. Nevermind Ratchet."

Ratchet-"What...What made you change your mind."

Op-"She did. She gripped my hand Ratchet, she's slightly awake!"

The medics eyes shined slightly looking at the two. Walking out of the room, Optimus sat there stroking her hand. Only did he turn his head to see Bee and Ratchet walking in. Bee had confined himself, not talking (buzzing and whirls in his case) as much as he liked to. The small yellow and black mech walked over to her laying form grabbing her other hand.

Bee*Radio*-"Cynder...It's...Me."

His head lifted up feeling some sort of grip from her. The three autobots looked at each other quickly. Ratchet going to work. Optimus was going to tell everyone. Bee though sat there by her side. Knowing she had gone through to much pain and misery to be alone again.