RE: OK, this is a fic with nothing but my fanchars and a mention of Megatron. Hope you enjoy.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Tranformers but I do own all of my fancharries. You can't have them. They're mine.

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Summary: OC fic. A young Autobot warrior is terminally wounded in battle. While he's lying in the med bay on the brink of death, his mind wanders…

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Wounded in Battle

So this is it
This is my life
This is my time
It's ending tonight

- Meet My Maker, Good Charlotte.

I lay there, in amongst the carnage of the last battle. I could practically see the events that had taken place in slow motion in my processor, and like I was outside of my body, watching myself.

Flashback.

I could see myself shooting a Decepticon, not paying attention to what was happening around me.

Flash.

I could see the other Con coming up behind me, sword at the ready.

Flash.

I saw myself turn around just as the Con struck. I saw the look of surprise on my face as the blade punctured my midsection.

Flash.

I saw myself fall backwards as the sword was pulled out and lie there on the ground.

End Flashback.

I groaned and tried to move. It hurt too much.

Someone was shouting my name and I realised that they were standing over me. They were leaning down over me and shaking my shoulders, still calling my name.

I felt myself being lifted and carried somewhere. There was the black coldness of a warp gate and then we were in a building.

I was being taken somewhere.

They laid me down and then there was the brightness of a medical light. I saw another dark figure and felt our medic start to fix my damage.

As he worked furiously I felt myself starting to drift and my mind wander. The pain faded to a dull, annoying throb, and the voiced and background noises of the med bay fell away to a distant murmur.

I thought back to when I had first joined the army. The war had been thought to be almost over and peace was nearly established. The Megatron somehow grew in strength and more Decepticons appeared. The war went back to its original balance and continued on.

Maybe this war would never end. Maybe it would continue on until both factions wiped each other out.

I felt myself drifting further into nothingness, the room steadily growing darker. In the background noises I heard a loud, shrill beep. There was a jolt and I thought hazily that my energon pump must have cut out. There was a curse and a voice, louder and standing out from the rest of the noise.

"Come on! Stay with me, kid! Hold on! Just stay with me!" the medic was shouting.

I felt him trying to bring me back online as my systems started to shut down and fail from lack of energon.

I vaguely wondered what would happen when I deactivated. Would there be people crying like when Speedlane was gunned down? Or would I just be forgotten?

Would I be cremated, buried or scrapped for spare parts?

I slipped ever further into the darkness.

I idly wondered what would happen after I died.

Would I go to heaven, where Primus was supposed to be? Or would I be sent to the Pit?

More and more systems were deactivating. The medic was desperately trying to fix the damage.

I fell into the cold void of deactivation, nothing pulling me back or stopping me from going. The room blackened to darkness and the voices cut out.

And when I'm gone,
Will they remember?
Will they mourn?
Will they move on?

- Meet My Maker, Good Charlotte.

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RE: Well that came out darker than I expected. I didn't really mean for him to die. Whoops. Oh well. All characters apart from Megatron belong to me and Speedlane doesn't normally die. I just needed an example.

Anyway, please review and tell me what you think.