New story. Horay. Needed a break from my other one for a bit.

Jack was overlooking the canyon where the deceased Decepticon Skyquake resided, his body buried underneath a pile of rubble. It was a shame really. If he hadn't had been so loyal to Megatron, Skyquake would have been a great ally to the Autobots, Jack thought as he walked at a slow pace to makeshift grave.

A hand could be seen, just barely free of the rocks as Jack stood by its side. Skyquake must have attempted to dig himself out just moments before he was crushed to death. Jack looked regretfully at the mass, how dented and broken the body looked as glints of the metal could be seen through the rock. It was a terrible way to die, he decided.

He sat down next to the hand, placing his own to the now cold metal. There was not even a semblance of warmth like 'Cee or the others radiated. It was strange to see such a large being dead. Like it was an impossibility for someone as formidable as Skyquake had been to die. It was even more so considering he was a giant alien robot that was just as sentient and capable of as many emotions as he when alive.

"If only huh...?" Jack murmured sadly. "Maybe if things were different we could have been friends."

He didn't notice the key of Vector Sigma glowing brightly underneath his shirt, the closer he went to the mech until it practically hummed with power. When it fell out, hanging by the rope Jack had crafted, it touched the servo. Jack froze, energy flowing from the key to Skyquake and completely immobile.

Jacks eyes widened in shock as he saw the dents smooth out and the heap of boulders shift and shake as Vector Sigma vibrated, and swore he saw the hand twitch. The rocks kept shaking, as if Skyquake was struggling to move underneath.

And he did. Weakly it moved, but the body made no movement other than small trembles. The artifact burned, fiercely trying to breath life back into this fallen warrior. But it could not recreate the spark.

It reached out instead for the closest living being. Unfortunately for Jack, he was the only living creature for miles, human, animal or Cybertronian.

He felt an invisible force wrap around the core of his being, like it was hugging him tightly. There was an incessant pull on him and he gasped at the unusual feeling. With one last tug, it was pried away and Jack fell over.

Dead.

No worries. He's not really dead.