About: This is the OFFICIAL story of Meteora.

TF Generation: Prime

Characters: Prime Cast

Main Genre: Mystery/Action

Rating: T...for now. Will go up later.

The picture was drawn by my beta=reader for my other story "I'm Stuck Between A Wretch And A King" name Meramor. Thank you for drawing such a lovely picture of Meteora!

Prologue

The ship was going down.

I braced the side of my seat as warning signs of system failures flashed across the screen. I felt the fast drop as the ship got closer and closer to the ground. I didn't know if I would survive the crash. The bloody decepticon blew me out of the sky. I was good, but he was better. It was all evident in the end that he would get the upper hand and win.

My hands desperately skimmed over the controls, trying all the back-up buttons to try to get the thing air-born again. Every attempt to pull it up was a fail, but I couldn't let this be the end. In a last shot of reviving the ship I got myself up off my seat and tried to run to the back where the Jack-box was. The quick down motion of the ship was making it hard for me to walk. I kept stumbling and tumbling across the floor, but no matter how far I'd make it across I just ended rolling back down to the front. Just before we reached the end I rolled over to the middle where the underground vault was and I pressed the plate to drop me into it. The floor opened quickly and I fell in, the top closing in on top.

I thought about everything. Just when it can't get worse, I had a slag day. I sucked in my last vent before the impact of the ship hitting into the surface knocked me out.

But soon after when the ship stopped skidding on the ground and came to a halt I came to.

I blinked the soot and ash out of my eyes as I looked around. All I could see was flames everywhere. My body was limp and paralyzed. I couldn't feel anything, but the heat. I must have broken my back in the crash. The only reason I was alive was because I locked myself in the vault so I didn't experience the fullness of the impact. I craned my neck as far up as I could to look around. My ship was scattered everywhere. Debris lay in small piles around me.

I knew it was over. I was sorry, but I knew it was over.

I hated to admit it but he was right. He was always right. He knew I would go do something stupid and get hurt. He told me I was reckless. He said I didn't trust anyone because inside I knew I didn't want them to see my feelings. He knew that if I didn't trust him than I would have to face them alone and I would lose. He knew all along and I was too naïve and stupid to listen to him.

I felt the flames burning and melting metal. Something about the feelings was comforting, because I knew I would finally get what I deserved. In Fact, everything that ever happened to me was because I deserved it.

I opened my dry, burning mouth to mutter last words.

"…M...Magnus…its s-so hot….but I f-feel so c-cold." I whispered weakly.

Then I heard voices and footsteps shoveling through the debris and flames.

"I found a femme! I think she is still alive!" A husky voice called out. Then I blacked out.

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