I showed up just a few minutes after the call.
The door was closed, locked, secured with a system we designed together.
I banged on the door with my fist, the sound of metal hitting metal loud in the corridor.
I didn't hear it. Didn't hear my own voice shouting, crying out, desperately trying to connect a comm.
I hadn't used it yet. Not for anything important, but I slung it off my back and it charged in my hands.
I swung the Hammer against your door. It resisted, the locks threatening to keep me out, the barrier trying to keep me away, but I screamed and they gave way.
Your room was filled with glowing blue.
Too much glowing blue..blue that didn't belong on the floor, fragments of metal, of regret that shouldn't have been missing from your frame.
Mangled, damaged, leaking, but...serene.
Your optics were offline, staring at nothing. But you looked peaceful...so damn peaceful.
The sound of your voice will never leave me. Nor will the feeling of cooling energon against my knees as I tried to do something, anything to save what could not be saved.
To bring back what was lost.