~Knocked-Out~

Together

It wasn't until after the heartwarming pledge, that even Ratchet felt in his spark, that it hit him. It was a pain, a searing in Knockout's spark. It burned, burned more than anything he had ever experienced. He grasped his servo over his chassis, and try to ignore it, but it only grew. And it spread, like ink bleeding on paper, down his arms and legs, to his peds, to his servos, then his helm. His face scrunched up, and he started shaking. He let out a slight growl in pain. All servos were on him now. Ratchet took a step forward. 

"Knockout?" Then, he felt nothing. Immobilized, and falling. 

Why was he falling?

He wanted it to stop. 

The world around him started to spin, he felt pressure on his helm, and realized he was now on the ground. His energon churned.

Please, make it stop.

He wanted to speak. He wanted to ask for help, he wanted to make it stop. 

But he couldn't. 

He couldn't feel anything. 

In his limited eye sight, he saw peds approaching, the bright lights overhead, heard muffled voices, the faint cry of his name...what was happening to him?

The world spun. Energon filled his mouth, and spilled out. It tasted so bitter, so...wrong. He didn't know where his servos were, where his feet were. He couldn't feel anything, he was just...there. He couldn't tell, what was real, what was not. Was he alive, or dead? He felt warm, yet shivered uncontrollably. He felt anger, yet wanted to sob. He was on the hard ground, yet he felt...soft. His eyelids drooped, the limpness spreading. No, he mustn't close them. He had to stay awake. Then, on his shoulder, the limpness ebbed, and instead, he felt pain. 

Oh, the pain, it seared, it burned, it was like fire, please, someone make it stop. Oh, please, make it stop. It's was too much, and an inaudible plead of help escaped his lips. 

Inaudible to all, except one. 

For the one, the only one who heard his plead, a femme, layed in the same condition, only on the cold hard ground, on the ship of the enemy who wanted to destroy the other. Different gender, different sides, different people, but they felt, they heard, they said the same thing. 

"Help."

Both heard the plead, both wondered:

"Who said that." Both heard the voice of the other, they knew, something was wrong. 

Miles apart, yet together. 

Their optics, closed. 

Yet, they only saw each other.

And instead of feeling the hatred they had felt in their last encounter, they felt...happy...at home. And the warmth of the embrace, conquered the coldness in their sparks. 

Then, their joined servos were being forced apart, an invisible force prying their love apart. Trying their best not to lose each other, their efforts came as weak, and had no effect. And, they watched with horror, as the other faded away, not realizing they were fading themselves. 

Then all went black.