Transformers Prime: Sparkbeat {Completed}

Chapter 25: Emptiness

Emma's POV:

Pain tears away at me as Ratchet lays Malachite down, her optics closed and... a vacant expression on her faceplate. I can't suppress a gasp of grief and hanging my large helm, no way to escape the sadness.

Everence gently strokes my muzzle in comfort, but no pats can make me feel any better.

Optimus shakily walks over to Ratchet, who's on his knees beside Malachite's resting body. Though he's still wounded, the Prime limps on over, and crouches down beside the grieving medic.

"She's strong. She has a good chance." He gently murmurs to Ratchet, resting his hand on the medic's shoulder, who just nods sadly, reluctant to speak.

"Alto is dead." Everence suddenly speaks up, looking at Optimus. "We should be expecting Vess on a rampage and trying to kill us all."

Darkplague steps forward, her optics understanding and kind. "My condolences for the loss of your friend."

"She's not dead!" Ratchet growls in an unexpectedly defensive tone, rising to his peds.

"Uh... I know. Sorry. Wrong choice of words." Darkplague sputters in suprise, taking a step back.

Ratchet scowls and sits back down, and I can tell right away he isn't gonna leave her side. And I'm right there with him. I trot over and lay beside him, but he doesn't acknowledge me. He just watches Malachite closely, with pained optics.

Bumblebee walks into the room, holding Mithra, he had been put on babysitting duty while Ratchet was away. He stops when he sees Malachite, and lets out a sigh of grief. ::No...::

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Malachite's POV:

"Overdrive please! Where are you?!" My distressed voice rings across the dead surface of Cybertron as I call for the mysterious femme.

I walk across the land, pretty dull, nothing compared to what it used to be...

I come up to a pond, unusual for a pond to be on Cybertron, but we have a girl that turns into a Tyrannosaur, and Optimus winked at Ratchet, so pretty much nothing suprises me. I gaze at my reflection, my expression is pained, and that's when I realize how much my spark yearns for Ratchet.

"So majestic, love is." Overdrive murmurs, startling me slightly as she drops to her knees beside me. I stay silent and drop down beside her. "But its sparkbreak. That's what it was with..." She trails off, and turns her helm away.

I send her a questioning look, wanting to know why she didn't finish her sentence.

"Hey Malachite?" She looks at me with an expression I can't name.

"Y...Yeah?" Comes my reply.

"Have you ever... noticed anything between Optimus and Everence?" Overdrive asks.

What? "No... not really. Why?"

"No reason." She shakes her helm and stands up, glancing at the sky. "Time flies."

"It's only been about five minutes. " Sending her a look, I say as I rise to my peds as well.

Overdrive sends me a sad look. "Malachite... Time is a lot shorter in this world."

"What? So how long have I been out?"

"Two weeks." Overdrive replies.

Shock grips my spark. Will I ever wake up? Will I ever see Ratchet and Mithra again?"