"Elita, I love you."

"I-I-I know. I l-l-l-love you t-t-too."

"What can I do for you?"

"T-t-take him. M-m-make s-s-sure he's s-s-safe. P-p-please."

"I will. Elita, I love you with my entire spark," he replied. She smiled softly before the life she had been so full of drained away forever. Tears slipped down his face plates as he stared into her lifeless optics. Once more, he ran a finger down her metal.

"Optimus," Ratchet said softly. He didn't need to say any more. Optimus turned from Elita. He gently placed her servo on top of her chest plates. His optics met Ratchet's.

"I never wanted to be a part of his life," Optimus said back. He wiped the tears away and his optics fell to stare at the ground.

"You're all he has."

"She chose me of all mechs. Honestly, I don't understand why. Even Ironhide would've been a better option," Optimus hissed, his voice laced with despair.

"Optimus," Ironhide started from the door way. "You don't drink High Grade, you're kind, you'd never hurt any one if you didn't need to. You're the best option." Optimus sighed. He stepped away from the berth his sparkmate's body was being kept on, and moved towards his friends.

"I'm Megatron's brother. He acts sparkless. A sparkling will only make things worse. Megatron's trying to start a war. Out of every mech on Cybertron, she chose me. I'll be caught in the middle, and he'll be dragged along. I-I can't do it. I can't be this mech's sire," Optimus stated. He shook his helm. Ratchet grabbed Optimus' jaw and forced him to look at the medic.

"Of all the mechs on Cybertron, she chose you. For a reason! She loved you, and you loved her. You're the only one he has. We'll help you," Ratchet urged. Optimus looked away, another tear slipping from his optics.

"I don't like this, but I can try," Optimus finally agreed. Ratchet and Ironhide smiled before taking him between them as he cried for the loss of his spark mate. Both understood that Optimus was in pain. They'd try to be there every step of the way.