This isn't how it's supposed to end.
His bondmate’s still frame did not move and a sudden yearning for contact suddenly caught Silverwing’s entire frame.
He had to get to her. He had to make sure she was alright. It was his responsibility to be there for her.
The thought brought a sense of strength into his frame and he managed to turn himself onto his side, ignoring the intense pain that shot up through his injured wings. He began to breathe heavily, the effort putting an intense strain upon his damaged systems.
“Climaxx…” He turned himself facedown and a small gasp of pain escaped him as he felt the wound on his abdomen increase tenfold. For a moment, the pain seemed to seep every ounce of strength from his frame and he felt his arms shake as he tried to lift himself onto his elbows. Silverwing was about to give into the pain but the broken frame of his bondmate flashed through his processor and he willed himself to keep going and ignore the pain of his own frame and instead focus on getting to Maxxie.
Come on, Silverwing, he scolded himself, You can’t give up that easily.
He stretched out his arm and his digits grazed Climaxx’s arm, causing his Spark to fall into a flutter. With one final effort, he scooted a few inches closer and his digits met hers and he wrapped his around hers tightly.
They were cold in his grasp and he massaged them gently, attempting to warm them up but to no avail. Silverwing stopped and let himself be satisfied with simply being able to be beside her. Grunting, he managed to turn himself onto his backside and gaze up at the darkening sky, his digits tightly curled around Climaxx’s.
A smile played upon his lips; it wasn’t one full of joy or congeniality but rather one full of sorrow.
“I never noticed that the sky was so beautiful at night,” he said softly, his voice full of static. “Even though I spent years staring up at it when I lived in Vos…”
He sighed, “I guess it’s because I never paid attention to all the tiny details. The tiny stars that seem to be nothing more than little wisps of former stars that went supernova. It’s funny how much you notice when your times come. Everything seems to be important all of a sudden. The stack of datapads I keep neglecting to send to Prowl, the mess of Energon cubes I left behind in the rec room after I went drinking with Jumpdrive, slag, even the wrench I borrowed from Euroscope last solar cycle bothers me.” Silverwing smiled, “But the thing that bothers me the most is this.
“I’ll never know why it had to be us that went through all of this. Why we were the ones chosen to suffer so slaggin’ much.” Silverwing’s voice cracked, “You’d think that after seeing our creators die in front of us, after seeing our closest friends and comrades disappear, we’d be able to find a little semblance of peace after meeting one another.”
A single tear escaped the corner of the mech’s optic and it fell over his dented cheekplate, never to be seen again.
“We should’ve left this place after the conflict in Iacon began. Andestine told me the same thing before she died and I didn’t listen and look what happened to her.” He paused, “I kept thinking that I was strong enough to protect the ones I loved, that I could hold my own long enough to give you guys time to make it. But it turns out I was wrong and the ones I care about most…end up taking the blow for me.” Silverwing chuckled, “I was such a fool. I was always a fool. Euroscope was right from the start. I never watched where I was going and now that I tripped into a hole of dissention, I pulled you down with me…Because you stubbornly refused to let go of my servo.”
Digits bloody and caked with dust reached up to caress Climaxx’s frame and Silverwing could feel his vitals clench with pain upon realizing that it had grown even colder beneath his touch.
Climaxx was fading away.
Silverwing furrowed his brows. “Oh Maxxie. You’re probably not even listening to me, are you?”
The Seeker knew his words were true. Despite the fact that Climaxx was laying right beside him, she was further away than the stars hovering in the night sky above him.
Slag. Slaggin’ Primus.
It looks like he had failed.
All the promises he had made to his mother, to Andestine, to Euroscope…to Climaxx. He had broken them all.
Silverwing knew somewhere above him, his mech creator was laughing at him, demeaning his futile attempts to keep his loved ones close to him.
You slaggin’ idiot. You think you can change the fate of this family? We were destined to always be alone. Death hovers over us like a cloud, always looming and threatening…taking away everyone we hold dear. Why do you think your mother died in such a manner? Because Primus willed it so. We’re cursed, Silverwing. And we always will be. No matter how much we wish….no matter how much we love….
The Seeker smiled. Looks like his mech creator was right. The old rustbucket had a habit of proving his creation right, even after his death.
Silverwing closed his optics. He could feel his own Spark begin to race, the sparkbeat accelerating as his auto-repair systems began to falter, unable to keep up with the decay his injuries were inflicting upon his tired body.
Memories began to flood through his processor, most of them faint and others a bit fuzzy around the edges, but visible nonetheless. He didn’t know why some of them came up but he didn’t try to reproach none of them.
Silverwing saw himself as a Sparkling again, being held by his femme creator with his mech creator staring at him over her shoulder, an excited glimmer in his golden optics.
He found himself back at the Cybertronian Air Academy again, standing in the courtyard, surrounded by all of his cheering classmates. Andestine, small and petite, had one digit pointed at him, her blue optics shining with surprising determination. “You think I’m a cloud-brained idiot, too, Silverwing? Then I challenge you to a duel! Five times around the courtyard and ending here. We’ll see who the idiot is then.”
‘Wing was back in Vos again, waiting in line for the preliminary exams for the spot of instructor in the Academy a few vorns later. He remembered the gentle tap on his shoulder and then the sight of a grown Andestine staring at him, tentative and petite as always but yet so mature after so much time. The flutter of his Spark and the feeling of warmth that blossomed in his Spark was vivid in his memory once more.
Vorns passed. There was the death of his femme creator, his mech creator’s suicide; Ande’s death after she had stormed out of their compartment after their stupid little dispute….then came the war.
There were Jetfire’s grueling training sessions…the long solar cycles spent locked up in the brig after putting smoke grenades in Air Raid’s compartment…Ratchet’s furious outbursts when Silverwing came into the Med Bay after every mission with either a twisted wing or a broken appendage.
Then came the most recent and easily the most cherished.
He could remember the first time he met Jumpdrive; the young speed devil had been beating everyone at that stupid racing game they kept in the Autobot rec room and Silverwing stepped in and beat him on the first try. ‘Wing could remember Jumpdrive’s temper tantrum followed by a sleepless night of useless rematches…
Then came the day he met Climaxx; she had been beating the scrap out of Nueron and Silverwing had asked her out for a drink…only to be steadily refused without a liable excuse nor an apology.
‘Wing could remember that cycle when they had been ordered to go into Kaon to infiltrate their ranks with Counterpunch and Silverwing had been gravely injured when their cover had been blown…he could remember everything that happened…Climaxx’s look of desperation as she patched him up…the sudden kiss she lay on his lips when he came to….and the darkness that followed after he fainted.
Silverwing smiled and closed his optics. Maybe his father had not been entirely correct when referring to the aspect of their familial curse. Maybe Aura and Andestine weren’t here with him anymore, but he still had another family that had managed to fill the void.
Jetfire, Euroscope, slag, even the aft Jumpdrive managed to fall into that category.
The Seeker cursed silently. Thinking so much about Euroscope and Jumpdrive had him imagining their voices now.
“…Silverwing. Overhaul, check on Climaxx. I’ve got Silverwing….” A pair of hands suddenly began to touch his frame and Silverwing could hear activity surround him, followed by distant voices that were unfamiliar to him.
This was no illusion. It was real.
Euroscope’s voice never left and it began to become more annoying as Silverwing felt stasis loom over him.
“Silverwing. Stay with me. You’re going to be fine, just open your optics and look at me. Open them, slag it.” Euroscope’s calloused servo began to slap against his cheekplate slightly and Silverwing had no choice but to will his optics to open. Euroscope’s frantic faceplates met his gaze and Silverwing grimaced.
Euroscope narrowed his optics, “What’s wrong, Silverwing?”
Silverwing shook his helm slightly, “It’s just that…if these injuries don’t kill me first….I’m sure your breath will. What in Primus’ name have you been drinking?”
Euroscope’s relief seemed to overpower his anger and he smiled at the mech’s jester. “It’s Enex, Silverwing. Sorry about that.”
Silverwing smiled painfully and breathed, “Idiot. You know you're not supposed to be drinking that stuff.”
Euroscope took a step back as a pair of mechs came up to Silverwing and gently lifted him onto a transportable cot. Silverwing did not complain of his injuries nor did he wince or ask about his condition. All he did was grab Euroscope’s servo before the medics took him away and weakly ask, “What’ll…happen to Climaxx?”
The silver mech smiled faintly, “She’ll be fine. Primus knows how she made it but she’ll live. It may require a long time of recuperation but Overhaul told me that she’s gonna make it.” His gaze softened, “It’s all thanks to you, Silverwing. I don’t know what happened here, but you managed to save her. Thank you.”
Silverwing did not respond to Euroscope’s report and Euro took a step forth to make sure he was alright but the mechs pushed him away and shook their helms. He needed to be put into intensive care immediately, they said, there’s no time to lose.
Euroscope nodded and took a step back, his servos clenching as he let go of the Seeker’s servo.
The medic gave him apologetic nods and transported the injured Seeker to the medical transport, their gaits full of anxiousness.
Euroscope looked around him and made sure that no one was watching him. Once he felt safe, he looked down at his servo and gazed at the black object in his palm.
It was a memory stick.
A small ping sounded in Euro’s audioreceptor and the mech hastily opened up the incoming transmission, his digit pressing into the side of his cranial unit to amplify the signal.
It was from Silverwing.
Thank you for everything, Euro. Tell Jumpdrive I’m sorry about the whole rec incident. It was an accident and I should’ve taken the blame. The memory stick is for Climaxx. I know she’s not going to come around for a few solar cycles but when she does, tell her not to worry and make sure you tell her not to listen to the stick until she is ready. She’s going to need you and Jumpdrive after this, Euro. She may seem all that strong, but in reality, she’s still the sensitive femme cowering behind that façade of strength, suffering and unwilling to ask for help. I know you’re probably never going to forgive me for this but I need you to remember that this is war. Casualties are an inevitable part of it. Perhaps I could have done better and Primus knows that I could have but at least I was able to do something right for a change. I swore an oath to Climaxx that I would protect her for the rest of my life…I promised you that I would never let anyone rip your familial unit apart. I kept those promises, mech. Climaxx will live on; she’ll be able to have those Sparklings that she always wanted…she’ll be able to see Velocitron before it’s star explodes…explore the ancient ruins of Gigation…She’ll have a future. She’s full of hopes and dreams, Euro, so fraggin’ full of life. Primus knows that it kills me not to be able to be with her anymore, to be able to hold her servo, touch her faceplates, see the glimmer of determination in her optics…But Im passing her on to you mech. I failed in making her happy, and like the stupid fool I am, Im leaving that task up to you. It’s up to you now. We’ll see each other again someday…I know it. Hm. Guess this is it, then. Goodbye, Euro. Im depending on you…
“Overhaul! The patient-I cant-I cant get his Sparkbeat under control!” One of the assistant medics ran out of the transport, his helm looking over the field for the familiar green frame of the senior medical officer. His blue optics were wide with horror and his arms were waving wildly over his helm.
Euroscope nearly dropped the memory stick in his servos, which were shaking from the rising tide of emotions deep within his Spark. The screams of the mech seemed to echo in his audio receptors, growing fainter and weaker each passing nanoklik.
Overhaul, who had been bent over the body of a fallen soldier on the field, suddenly rose to his pedes, his optics obtaining their glimmer of intellectual professionalism once hearing the situation. He cast a glance at Euroscope, half expecting the silver mech to run into action, like he always did. But Euro was stiff and still, his optics staring at the ground in shock, his digit frozen over his audioreceptor.
For a moment, Overhaul thought about going up to treat his comrade, but he pushed aside his feelings of camaraderie and ran after the mech who was calling for help, his body moving at speed that rivaled his large size.
“Begin transfer sequence seven-alpha-seven-one. I want all life support systems fired up and ready for any possible contingencies.” His heavy footsteps resonated throughout the field, clanking against the boarding platform of the cargo ship as he ran in after the patient in question.
The assistant ran in after him, the look of panic still fresh on his faceplates.
Euroscope stood alone now, everyone else already situated in the shuttle. His optics did not shutter and even though he tried to move his limbs, they remained frozen in place.
I guess this is it. Goodbye, Euro…
“That fraggin’ idiot.” The words escaped Euroscope’s mouth instinctively and they seemed to bring him out of his state of petrification.
“Damn it!” He glanced over at the cargo shuttle and sprinted over to it, moving faster than he had ever gone before. In less than a few nanokliks, he had arrived into the main conference section of the ship, where the medical assistants were working diligently on the patients.
Climaxx was lying motionless on a cot, a cascade of wires connected to her entire frame, some glowing blue with fresh Energon and other pumping with black liquid that made the weak of stomach gag in response. She had her optics closed and one of her arms was hanging over the edge of the cot haphazardly, twisted at an odd angle. Broken, no doubt.
Euroscope resisted the urge to retch upon seeing her injuries and he was more than willing to work on her instead. However, when his gaze followed her hanging appendage, he saw that her digits were tightly curled around something and when he peered around the bundle of working medical assistants, he saw that it was Silverwing’s digits that she was holding onto.
The mech turned to gaze at the Seeker and his optics widened upon seeing Overhaul, who was diligently working over the bloody chassis of the fallen aerial bot. The senior officer, who usually had a look of serenity and concentration while he worked, had one of complete and utter panic that mirrored that of his subordinates. His servos were bloody as he frantically connected ruptured wires and sealed broken tubes and even though they weren’t shaking, they were moving rapidly and with a frantic edge to them.
Euroscope immediately came to rest beside his companion, pushing aside an assistant that had been busy soldering the apertures on the Seeker’s outer frame closed. Taking up the soldering iron, Euroscope took over his job and he used his amplification scanner situated on his right optic to give the Seeker’s body a thorough scan.
Euroscope clenched his dental plates.
The damage was massive.
The main Energon lines that connected to Silverwing’s Spark had been totally shredded; all of the Seeker’s vital organs were filling up rapidly with liquid and the flooding was visible in the way that the precious blue fluid was beginning to steadily trickle out of Silverwing’s mouth and noseplate, which were parted in a grotesque format. Euroscope’s optic ridges furrowed.
“How are you doing sealing those Energon lines, Overhaul?”
The senior medic responded without glancing over at Euroscope, “Not good. They’re all over the place. It’s a pain in the aft to seal them closed as it is but having to locate the right ones to seal together is even more difficult. The Energon keeps spilling faster than I can stop it.”
“Have you tried plugging in any IV’s to replenish the Energon, sir?” An assistant peered past Euroscope’s elbow. “It could keep his vital fluids replenished so he doesn’t offline because of internal bleeding.”
Euroscope grimaced. “IV’s would only add to the problem. Pumping more Energon into the ruptured lines would be useless. They’d have nowhere vital to pump it to.”
“Sir!” Another assistant who was busy working on Climaxx suddenly glanced over at the senior medical officers. “The femme’s going into Spark arrest! We’re losing her.”
Euroscope cursed out loud. “Fragging Primus!”
Overhaul pursed his lips, “Take over, Euro. I’m going to help Climaxx.” The medic let go off his tools and handed them over to Euroscope, who quickly took over and let Overhaul squeeze past him towards his sister. Euro wanted nothing more than to glance over at his silbling to make sure she was alright but he willed himself to focus on his own patient; the soldering iron was inches away from Silverwing’s Spark chamber. Any miscalculation would be deadly.
Euroscope glanced at the Seeker’s still faceplates and he resisted the urge to curse at them, opting instead to whisper words of encouragement.
“Come on, Silverwing. Help me out here. Keep your Spark beating…”
There was a faint twitch of the Seeker’s optics and Euroscope managed a slight smile. “I know you can hear me, you fragger. Come on, fight. I’m not gonna let you die here. I need you to help me out here. Fight, slag it, fight!”
The monitor suddenly began to beep erratically and Euroscope nearly dropped his utensils when he glanced up to read Silverwing’s vital signs. His optics widened and one of the assistants helping him let out an audible gasp.
“Sir! His Spark beat is accelerating!”
Euroscope growled, “I know that, you fragger! Get me life support! I need more time!”
The assistant cried, “It’s no use, sir! We’re losing him.”
Euroscope shook his helm, “No, we haven’t! Get me-“ There was a klik of erratic beeping from the monitor screen and Euroscope furrowed his optic ridges; his servo reached out to grab an incision blade from the small tray on the table beside him but a bloody servo caught his and the soldering iron fell from his shocked digits.
Euroscope glanced over at Silverwing and his optics widened upon seeing the familiar blue optics peeking up at him from drooping optic-lids. There were traces of a faint smile on his lip-plates and his cracked dental plates were visible past his parted lips.
The Seeker blinked once and shook his helm, his lip plates trying to form something coherent that was inaudible to Euroscope. Euroscope was about to ask him what he wanted to say but the sound of the revolutionary monotonous beep interrupted him and Silverwing’s optics closed in response, his bloody servo falling from Euroscope’s and coming to hang over the operating table. Energon dripped from his digits, dripping into a small puddle on the floor beneath Euroscope’s pedes.
The assistants bowed their heads in silence, their servos no longer working over the still frame of the Seeker.
One of them glanced over at Euroscope and a look of disappointment was hidden in the depths of his optics.
“He’s gone, sir. The patient has flatlined.”
Euroscope’s steady breathing began to become irregular and his optics widened in shock. “No…” He shook his helm, “No, that can’t be…”
He lifted his bloody servos to gaze at them and the glistening blue of the vital fluid in his palms made his insides churn with disgust. Slowly, his servos clenched into fists and he closed his optics, dental plates grinding as a lump began to form in his throat.
His frame began to shake. Slowly at first but growing more erratic as time went by until Euroscope had to lean against the operating table to steady himself. His helm shook lightly from side to side and Euroscope could feel the stinging sensation in his optics, burning with the promise of tears.
Euroscope tried to swallow the lump in his throat but he was unable to. A familiar wetness cascaded down his cheek and Euroscope wiped it away with the back of his bloody servo. However, the tears, having found an opening in the emotional barriers of Euroscope, began to overflow uncontrollably and they spilled over like a deluge, dripping onto the still bloody corpse of the Seeker who had once been his friend.
Euroscope sobbed silently, “I’m sorry…” He breathed softly, “Im so sorry, Silverwing.” The faceplates of a femme came into his mind and Euroscope let out a small sob of anguish in response. “I’m sorry, Climaxx. It’s all my fault.” Euroscope fell to his knees, his forehead pressing against the bloody edge of the operating table. "I'm so sorry..."
The medical assistants gazed at each other in apprehension, unsure of how to react. However, once their optics met the still working Overhaul, they pushed their feelings aside and went to help the senior medical officer. Overhaul was well aware of the incident that had occurred but he did not deter from his task.
Climaxx was still critical, but she had sustained less damage than her comrade. It wasn't an easy task but Overhaul managed to halt the flow of Energon from her wounds and seal up the apertures.
Once her Sparkbeat was stabilized, Overhaul placed her into stasis, making sure to connect her to life support to sustain her fragile frame and give her internal repair systems time to recuperate. She had suffered much trauma on her broken limbs and the bottom half of her spinal strut was completely crushed but her Spark was stabablized. Despite her injuries, she would survive. Everyone gave a sigh of relief, everyone that is, except everyone who wasn't collected around Euroscope.
Overhaul felt his Spark twist in pain upon seeing Euroscope and he glanced over at one of his assistants, a mech with a light blue color scheme.
"Is there nothing that can be done for him?" He was referring to Silverwing.
The mech shook his helm, "He was a lost cause, sir. Every fuel line ruptured. Respectfully, if we had done anything else to him, he would have suffered more than what he already had. Death...in his case, was mercy."
Overhaul nodded, accepting of the fact but equally distraught over it. He glanced over at Euroscope and his servos clenched into fists.
Hopefully the mechas responsible for all of this were dead. Overhaul, in all his years, had never seen anything more atrocious. The extent of both Autobot's damage...it was clear that whoever had attacked Climaxx and Silverwing was no ordinary Decepticon.
A Decepticon would just take pleasure in killing the two. However, the individual who had killed Silvewing and injured Climaxx obviously took more pleasure in inflicting pain upon them than anything else.
He was more than just a Decepticon. He was a monster.
The senior medic blinked, snapping out of his thoughts. He returned his gaze to the blue mech, "Yes? What is it?"
"Should we depart, sir? Climaxx is in dire need of surgery. If we don't get her back to Iacon fast, I'm afraid things could take a turn for the worse."
Overhaul nodded, "Yes. Yes, sorry about that." He took a step back from Climaxx, allowing the junior medics to roll the cot away into one of the stasis chambers situated in the back of the ship. His gaze followed the freshly welded body of the femme and his faceplates bore a pained look.
She was so slaggin' young. They both were. Silverwing couldn't have been less than twenty four vorns and Climaxx, to his knowledge was even younger. They had so much life left in them, so much to give, so much to learn. If only this slaggin' war hadn't happened, then maybe the innocent younglings of this planet wouldn't have to pay for all the wrongs done by the elders of the race.
Overhaul glanced over at Euroscope and his optics widened upon seeing a couple juniors surrounding the mech, unsure of how to proceed. The green mech raised a servo and shook his helm, "Leave him be," He commanded, "All of you, meet me in the bridge. We have a lot of things to discuss."
One of the mechs raised an optic ridge, "What about Euroscope, sir?"
The senior medic raised an optic ridge, "What about him?"
"Uh, what do with him? He's not responding to any of us..."
Overhaul's brows furrowed, "Let him be. He's gone through a lot. I'm sure he'll do what must be done after he grieves. Come now, to the bridge."