Years have passed since Cybertron..

I stood up, we had won this battle in Egypt. But something seemed off..

I looked around at my fellow autobots and spotted only chromia.

'Where are her sisters?' I asked myself and looked around more. "Optimus?" Sam asked. I looked at him for a split second then walked into the battle field of corpses. "Prime" ironhide calles to me. I did not answer and continued walking quicker at each step as I noticed purple and pink scattered. At this moment I was running.

Suddenly I was being held back. My spark pounded and I struggled against my captors. "Prime!" Ironhide yelled again. I stopped as Ratchet joined to hold me back. He stared straight into my optics. Deep sorrow was all I could see. "What's wrong with him?" Sam asked in a panic as he followed.

"She's gone" he whispered to me.

I could no longer feel my legs and fell to my knees. I was released. Grabbing the ground below me in anger and grief, I shook my helm not believing what I had heard. I took the opportunity to run quickly. Searching and calling out Elita's designation. I soon found her.

Torn to pieces, Arcee laying near in the same state.

I picked up my friend and my beloved and faced my autobots. Ironhide took a hold of Arcee as I took Elita. I was shaking. Millions of years has passed since my teenage years and I'm shaking. No..I was crying. Sobbing even. It was mental. I could not let my autobots see me break down. Lennox looked at Ironhide, he was confused.

I felt a servo touch my shoulder and I turned to see Bumblebee. The same look in his optic's as everyone else. Sympathy. I took a look back to Elita, gave her a final kiss on what was left of her cheek, and stood straight again. "Today we lost some of our dear fellow autobots" I finally spoke. "Let us remember them not as the only femmes, but as heroes."

As we stood to be silent,Memories began flooding to me of all the time I spent with Elita. During this I could hear the others speaking and getting ready to leave. "Who was she to Optimus?" Sam asked. "A lover.." Ratchet answered as I was left alone to mourn in solitude.

"I'll see you in the allspark my love" I whispered softly.

A few weeks later I was allowed a trip to France, Elita's favorite country, and we buried her there.