Zirconia: This fanfiction is a late birthday gift to xMoonStorm! It goes along the lines of The Crow but I changed a bunch of things. If you don't like, then don't read. This just popped up in my head while watching The Crow and I just had to write it. I'm not putting anymore author notes like this in the rest of the chapters so...I love Chromia and Ironhide to death, I just thought this couple would be good for a storyline like this. Yay for more Ironhide/Chromia fanfictions! Wo0t!

...and yes, like always, I type fast as slag so there are definately going to be mistakes and typos in here...even after I read the whole thing over at least four times...eheh...read and review, please!

The flashing lights from the vehicles around him were blindingly bright. His bullet wounds were forcing him to stay still on the floor. Beside him, his wife was gripping his hand and holding it against her face. Her naked, bloody form was beside his. She was crying and moaning from the pain that the two decepticons had inflicted on her body. Ironhide just turned his head, ignoring the pain that shot through his body and kissed her on her forehead, "Chromia..."

"I love you, Ironhide...so...much."

"I love you, too, Chromia. More than you'll ever know..." She forced herself up to get one last kiss from him before falling limp onto his chest. His arms wrapped around her dead body.

"Chromia, come back...please."

"Hey, you ok?"

Ironhide blinked until his vision was clear, "Huh? Who are you?"

"The name's Jazz." The cop continued to look down at him as a blonde medic placed an mask over Ironhide's nose and mouth.

"Where's Chromia?" After his question he coughed up a good amount of blood, covering the inside of the mask. Jazz just placed a hand on his forehead, "Easy! Easy! Don't worry about her right now, ok?" Ironhide's breathing became faster, the medic pushed Jazz away and started grabbing at various items and tools. Jazz couldn't see what was going on until he heard the words, "Come on, Ironhide! Stay with me!" Ratchet knew he wasn't going to make it but he refused to believe the truth. Before they could move Ironhide to the ambulance, his heart stopped. The medic slammed his bag down, "Damnit!" Jazz just looked down, not knowing what to say, "Ratchet-"

"Ironhide? Ironhide!!" Jazz turned to see a little blonde boy, about ten years of age, running towards the dead body, "Ironhide! What happened?! What's wrong?!"

Jazz ran up to the kid and pulled him away, "Listen, kid-"

"My name's Bumblebee!"

"Listen, Bumblebee...your brother's going to be ok."

"He's not my brother...him and Chromia just take care of me...and I know you're lying to me...he's dead isn't he? Chromia...is she gone too?" He looked at Ratchet, "Ratch? Is he...ok?"

"...I'm sorry, I couldn't save him, Bee..." He couldn't lie to the kid.

The cop couldn't stand to look at the little boy as his eyes began to fill up with tears, "Hey, now...come on...everything's going to be ok." Jazz placed a hand on top of the kids head, "You have someone else that can take care of you, right?"

Bee sniffled and Ratchet had to answer for him, "He still has his uncle and aunt, Optimus and Elita."

"Good, good...how...about you run over there, then?"

"...and tell them that Ironhide and Chromia are dead?"

"..."

"Thank you, anyway, sir...for trying to help them." Jazz choked as he heard this, "Hey now, kid. Don't call me 'sir' it makes me feel all weird and stuff." He got a sad smirk out of the kid before he turned and left. On his way out of the house, he found a ring on the floor, covered in blood. It was Chromia's engagement right. He picked it up and slid it on one of his small fingers then left. It began to rain before he reached his destination. Bee didn't care, he didn't even feel it. After his parent's had been killed by the decepticons, Ironhide and Chromia took him in as their own, off of the streets. He switched back and forth from their house to his 'aunt' and 'uncles' house. He thought back on Ironhide and Chromia, they had been together for the longest time but they were just married only two weeks ago. He stopped at his 'uncles' door and knocked slowly. A woman with long blonde, pink highlighted hair opened the door. She was in a long, black silk nightgown with a matching robe around her. She saw Bee and picked him up, hugging him to her chest, "Bee, I'm so sorry."

"You knew?" He sobbed into her neck as he hid his face.

"Yes, we just received a call from Ratchet..." She closed the door and carried the boy into the living room, "It's going to be ok, Bee."

He sat up and looked into her bright blue eyes as she straightened out his wet hair, "Lita? What did they do to deserve this?"

A voice came from behind him, "They didn't do anything. The decepticons just kill at random..."

He sat down beside the two, "Optimus..."

"I know, Elita." He took them both in his arms, "Bee, you can stay with us from now on, if you wish. We'll take care of you."

He nodded as another tear fell down his cheek. Optimus wiped the tear away and sent him to bed, "We'll see them again."

Bumblebee nodded and walked up the stairs to the room they had given him when he first started spending the night with them on those weekends when Ironhide and Chromia were gone and wanted them to take care of him. He changed out of his wet clothes and into some warm, dry pajama's.

Down stairs Elita was laying against Optimus' chest, crying silently. He rocked her back and forth, whispering words of comfort in her ears while tears of his own were streaming down his cheeks, "Optimus...how could this happen?"

"Shhh, Elita...everything will be ok."

"But Chromia-!"

"I know, I know. It's ok..." He stroked her hair with more silent tears trailing down his face.

One year later, Jazz was walking with Prowl down a sidewalk in the city, "I'm getting sort of hungry, what about you, Prowl?"

He nodded, pulling his long hair behind his back in a ponytail. They were still in their uniforms. Jazz had his long, braided rat tail out of his coat, letting it hang down his back. The various beads decorating his braid and his long bangs were shining in the clouded light the sun was giving off. "Jazz, are those sunglasses necessary? It's cloudy. You don't need them."

"Yeah, but it IS sunny enough to wear them! Besides...they look cool!"

Prowl just sighed.

"Hey guys!" The two cops turned and saw Bumblebee running up behind them with a bag in his hand. He had been in a small cd shop, he had seen them pass as he was paying for his items.

"Hey! What'cha got there, Bee?"

The blonde boy opens his bag, "I got a manga, the new Linkin Park cd, and I got a pretty bracelet I saw on a stand next to the cash register for Lita! Isn't it pretty?"

Prowl smirked as the boy showed them the items in the bag, "She'll love that. She has a thing for the color pink."

"I hope so!" Bee smiled up at the two cops, "She's still at work right now, though. I'll have to give it to her when she gets home."

Prowl placed his hand on the boys head, "We were about to go get something to eat, would you like to tag along? I'm buying."

"Sure! If you guys don't mind?"

"Jazz laughs, "C'mon kid! You know we don't mind you hanging' out with us!"

"Hey, Elita!"

Elita turned around with the cup she had been cleaning, "Moonracer! Hey! What are you doing here?"

The girl known as Moonracer was wearing a nurse uniform, her mint green hair pulled back into a bun with a pencil, "I was just stopping by to see how you were." She sat down on one of the stools at the bar her friend was behind. Elita worked at the bar that had the name 'Red River', Optimus worked just across the road at the armory so if anything happened they wouldn't be to far away from each other. Moonracer took the pencil out of her hair, letting her green locks cascade over her shoulders, "It's been a long day."

"Tell me about it, those idiots in the back over there won't leave." Elita motioned to the group of punks in the darkest part of the bar, "They look like members of the decepticon gang. I don't like them one bit." She put down the glass, "I'm about ready to clock out, anyway."