I don't know why they said Decepticons don't cry
by Bluefox

In memory of Christopher Collins a.k.a Chris Latta


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I wandered about the mechanical hall ways of the Decepticon Headquarters for quite some time looking, searching like a lost puppy looking for it's master. Several Decepticon warriors passed me by without notice as I walked along the cold metal floor, I looked about but couldn't find him. Even though I couldn't see him I could feel his presence and for the first time ever it scared me. It was empty and sad as if a piece of his fiery spark had gone out. Quickening my pace I followed my senses toward the end of the hall way and turned left until I spotted a door of the right hand side, and spotted a certain Decepticon fighter jet standing in front of it who I knew as Thundercracker. He stood before the big metal door with a blank look on his face for only a moment before walking off, shaking his head sadly. ''Poor guy.'' he muttered as I watched him leave. He's in there I think to my self as I walk up to the door and press a big red button on the side panel. There is a dull hiss heard as the door whizzes open and I step in.

''I thought I said I didn't want to see anyone!" snarls a raspy voice from the darkness. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as I hear the dull whine of and arm laser being charged up. ''It's me Starscream,'' I call out in a gentle voice ''Bluefox.'' The whining died out as he discharged his weapon putting me at ease once again, knowing full well how trigger happy he was. Searching a bit I found a small lamp sitting on a self to my right and turned it on. I let out a gasp and all most drop the lamp at what I see. A once proud Decepticon warrior sits on the cold musty floor among some oily ship parts and other scrap metal, his blue red and white body stained with dirt oil and patches of rust. It pained me deeply to see him like this, this wild fiery spirit drowning in a sea of his own pain and grief. I walk slowly over to where Starscream sat and knelt down beside him and put my small hand on his. Starscream looks away from me and breaths a heavy sigh, just wish that the world would just leave him be and quit meddling in his business the way that cursed Megatron always did or those bothersome Autobots. Starscream looks back at me with a soft glow in his red eyes, towards a girl who as a youngster would run downstairs on those Saturday mornings to see him in action and even thought she had long since grown into a woman she never forgot. Why did she care so to even come all this way to see some bot who had not one once of caring in his whole being?

I knew he did care because his spark was in sorrow for someone he lost. Starscream often heard humans speak of a place called Heaven, a place where they went after death.

Did he go there too the robot wondered, was there truly a place out there for a departed being to rest his weary soul? As I watched him I saw something I'd never believe I'd see...Tears real tears were slowly starting to stream down his black metal face. Starscream saw water droplets fall onto his dusty blue hands and looked up expecting to find a leak in the ceiling, but in truth I think he knew.

Slowly I put my arms around him and hugged him and told him it was time. Time to say good-bye.

Starscream's stubborn pride tried to hold back more tears but to no avail as he buried his face in my arms and cried. Crying for a life he never knew but in a way did, for another chance to see what lay beyond the boundaries of fantasy and reality of flesh and metal. As he cried Starscream asked me to never leave him and I promised I wouldn't.

''I am here my friend,'' I said softly my own tears soon joining his '' and so is he.''

The End