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It's Okay (Cyclonus x Tailgate) OS

(Word Count: 1597)

A/N: OKAY BUT WHAT IF...CYCLONUS SHOWED HIS FEELINGS?!? Takes place in Vol. 5 Issue 17 (I kind of rushed things so sorry if it's crap)

The moment the words of death and his partner Tailgate merged together, the mech was lost. In the sudden event, his world as he knew it had begun to crash. It happened within a sparkbeat. Never had his spark felt like this before. It was an unforgettable void that held him hostage, something he wish he would never live to experience.

"I only have 3 days Cyclonus", Tailgate spoke quietly with a saddened tone. The taller mech's optics dimmed. They gleamed from their dark presence at the smaller form nestled at the window with his legs tucked against him. He wasn't like his cheerful self. He hated it. This didn't suit him at all. By the tone of his voice, even he was still struggling with the news. Cyclonus figured Ratchet had sprayed all this on the poor mech and the first thing that went through Tailgate's processor was to rush for the one thing he cared for the most. Him.

He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing to hear it. Something inside him wished that Tailgate never told him at all. He would of probably been better off not knowing until the problem spoke for itself. Why did it have to happen now? Why him? Tailgate didn't deserve this. He was too innocent to bare this burden. Just looking at his disturbed frame corrupting from the inside out made his insides churn. Cyclonus clenched his servos. He wanted to punch the wall and let out his frustration. How could he let this happen?

Normally he would bury any kind of emotion from reaching the light, but with Tailgate they appeared on their own. He never had a problem with that at first until he realised just how much he cared about Tailgate. At first he wondered how such a weak and helpless bot could tame a former Decepticon who had a spark made of nothing but hate and destruction. He could of compared himself to the ruthless Megatron at that point. Despite his cruel nature of the past, Tailgate smelted through his spark and into his very soul. When he found his love for the mech, his world had changed forever. He then made it his purpose to protect Tailgate with his life, no matter the cost.

The thought of Tailgate dying, it didn't even sound right to him. He felt like it shouldn't exist. They have been through so much together, the thought of it ending so abruptly was out of the question. There shouldn't be such a thing as an end. It was his job to keep him safe, and the one thing to grasp him was something along the lines of Cybercrosis. Cyclonus' breath crippled, catching Tailgate's attention.

Tailgate turned to Cyclonus. His optics widened when he saw the pain in his expression. His own spark sank at the sight, as if he could feel what he was experiencing at that moment.

"Cyclonus?", he called him with a worried tone. The horned mech didn't reply. He was frozen in his position. Cyclonus was trying to hide the mixture of emotions taking hold of him, but the shaking in his arms was enough to worry Tailgate. He slid down from the windowsill and walked over to him.

"Hey... It's okay. We'll make it through this I promise", he tried to reassure his distressed partner in a happier tone. He wasn't sure if Cyclonus was looking at him directly or not, but he knew that his words would get to him. He lightly grasped his servo which trembled at the touch. Cyclonus recognised the familiar touch and phased out of his trance. He could see Tailgate's optics through the blue tinge of his visor. Even when their own world was falling apart, there was still hope in those optics. That word. Hope. It was something he never believed in until he met Tailgate. Now it was something he couldn't live without. Tailgate was his hope, and he didn't want to let it go.

Cyclonus dropped to his knee and pulled Tailgate into his arms, making the petite mech gasp in the process. He dug his face into the crook of his neck. The warmth of the purple mech overwhelmed him. It was a gesture strong enough to make his optics leak. It was so full of want. Tailgate reached his little arms around the frame embracing him. They clung onto each other as if their lives depended on it, but really they were dependant on each other.

The warmth spread across Tailgate's frame, soothing his racing mind. He wish he could have this feeling forever. It numbed the pain he felt in his broken spark. Even in it's condemned state, it still beat for the one he loved. It pulsed against his chassis. He was sure Cyclonus could hear it. He was able to feel the spark of the mech knelt before him holding him against his broad chassis. Cyclonus let out a long sigh releasing his tension.

"No matter what happens, I won't leave your side. If there is any chance that we can fight this, I will travel across the galaxy to achieve it. You can't leave me... Not yet", Cyclonus whispered in his audial. His words reached the deepest part of Tailgate's well being.

"I won't Cyclonus, not ever", he replied softly. He couldn't help the tears that fell soon after. Cyclonus sensed them and pulled his helm back. For what looked like sadness in Cyclonus' optics was actually happiness to the mech staring back at him. They shared the same comfort, the one that made them believe that somehow a miracle would happen that would let Tailgate live another day.

Hope.

"Remember when you told me that hope was a lie?", Tailgate asked as he tried to laugh through the streams falling down his face. Cyclonus forced a smile to continue the cheerful mood that began to grow between them.

"Never heard of such a thing", he spoke sarcastically. Tailgate giggled. Just hearing his laugh gave him life. They stared at each other for a good while, lost in each other's optics. Cyclonus swore he saw a tinge of red form over the mech's white faceplates. He was so adorable when he became flustered. Tailgate would probably say the same thing for him whenever the mech managed to touch his spark. He was almost given that same feeling when Tailgate reached out to caress the side of his face. Cyclonus involuntarily leaned into the affection willingly, closing his optics for a brief moment.

"Hey, how about we sing a song?", he asked rubbing the side of Cyclonus' cheek. "Glory to Cybertron, glinting in the heavens. Remember?". Cyclonus face lightened as the memory replayed in his helm. He never held back when he sung for him. Tailgate enjoyed it so much that it became a regular thing, up until the eventful day where he tutored him. That last thought gave him a better idea.

"How about we continue what we started last time?", he suggested. Tailgate's cheek rose. The anticipation was enough to satisfy him. They began as if on cue. It took them a while, but they matched up their hymns. Like before, Tailgate was off key as ever. He still didn't have the hang of it. Cyclonus didn't mind. He found joy in his partner's efforts and positive outlook on everything, despite his imperfections. If anything, Tailgate looked up to him. He always tried his best to live up to his expectations despite the lack of evidence that he demanded it, which he didn't.

"I've got my own".

As they sung, the troubles that shadowed over them before seemed to of lifted out of the room. The only thing left was the harmonious hymns of their voices colliding together. It rang in their audials, giving them that sheer hope that they always clung onto. Cyclonus sung from the spark, letting the dread seep out from his form, cleansing him. A bright and colourful light shun through the window as the ship was passing a nebula. The tinge of a deep blue, green and orange beamed through the glass illuminating the room and giving it a warm tone. Tailgate admired it as it passed through.

The sight had interrupted their singing. As Tailgate was drawn to colours that space had to offer, Cyclonus was primarily distracted with something else. He was staring at the smaller mech unaware that he was watching him. His spark swelled when he saw him looking outside of their dorm they shared in awe. He always enjoyed the simplest things in life, that's what he loved about him the most. That alone had won over Cyclonus and the spark he thought could never be freed from his tormenting past.

A servo landed on Tailgate's shoulder drawing his attention back on his partner. Cyclonus looked at him a whole different way then he was used to. He was taken by surprise when Cyclonus broke the space between their faces and planted his dermas on him. Tailgate's frame jolted, an immediate blush reaching his cheeks. The tears returned. They were no longer filled with grief, but happiness. Cyclonus made him feel like he had nothing to fear, like he was put in a false reality where everything was okay. Tailgate shut his optics. He chose to believe that it was true.

It's okay. Everything's okay.