You were my sunshine

My only sunshine

You made me happy- when skies were grey

I hope they knew how

How much I loved you

Before they took my sunshine away

     I sang to the tomb that was originally meant for me. inscribed on the metal doors were small love notes, some from family, others from friends, but the only one I cared about was the one in the middle. If one read it out of context, which most would, they would want to scratch it out, saying that it was far to sad for the occasion it was put there for. I knew what it meant, and it was the most loving of all the farewells. Many were short monologues of how much they missed me, 'We miss you Starshatterer', 'May you be one with the Allspark Starshatterer', 'You were the best of us, Starshatterer', 'If only there were more femmes like you Starshatterer'. But I could ignore these easily. The only one that truly entranced me, was the shaky, poorly written words right in the middle of it all.

'The sun finally set, huh Starshatterer?'

I placed placed a shaking servo on the engraving for what felt like the millionth time. I missed the ships that could have taken me away from here, I missed my chance to reunite with him, and I regret it dearly. I remember, he was outside my tomb, everyone had left, hoping to escape the oppressive Decepticons, and he sang to me, something he only did when he knew he was alone, and that I was listening.

You were my Sunshine

My only sunshine

He leaned against my tomb, unknowing of the audio that listened to every word he uttered.

     I'm a horrible femme. Oh to do that to him was torture on my side but the amount of pain he felt I doubt my own could top. He cried for hours until he was finally called by the wreckers to attend his duties, and they gave him their condolences. I remember I was so close to showing him that I was still online, so close, yet so far. I was fighting off a raid, in order to get more of our people to the escape pods, femme, mech and sparkling alike, I knew they needed to escape, yet I also knew that I was announced offlined, never to be seen again, as was my deal with Starscream, my brother. In order to stay safe I was to die, leave all whom I love behind. Of course he had no clue that I was helping the Autobots, and was quite furious to know that they had "burried" me when I went to spy on him for a time. He was even more furious when he found that his own sister had betrayed him for a reckless wrecker with a thing for experiments that went BOOM.

     We never bonded, promising to save that until after the war. I always told him that it was ludicrous, but Wheeljack always turned the tables on me.

         "You said you wanted a sparkling, right?" he would question.

         "Well... yes but-"

         "Then lets wait until after the war, so we can have that sparkling in a time where we don't have to worry about Megatron, or your brother."

His point was always valid, and I would listen, losing every time I bring up the conversation, and sometimes being shot down before it was even brought, him knowing me so well and all.

     With one last sigh, I got up from sitting in front of the door of my tomb, taking one last, long look before I left to travel around the planet once more... I stared at the middle writing, messy and familiar, and the only thing I would miss about this desolate room, empty from it's occupant and filled with enough energon to last me a few more vorns. I kept in a sob as my servo found the carved letters of Wheeljack's last farewell. I had to pull myself away from it, a painful process I thought I would have gotten used to, but always seems to get harder each time. I finally turned around, and found a wall that wasn't there before. I fell on my aft, my wings twitching from the pain, and looked up after I realized that there was someone with me on this abandoned planet.

         "Starshatterer?"

No... he's...

         "Wheeljack?"

     I slowly made my way back up as my optics never left the mech now in front of me. He looked to my tomb, then to me, back at the tomb and back to me, obviously in a trance of pure disbelief and astonishment.

         "You're... alive..."

I looked to the ground, ashamed at what I had done to him for the past eons. He did nothing to deserve it, and now... I believe I did everything to deserve to be offlined.

         "I'm-"

I was interrupted by the quick movement of Wheeljack's arms wrapped tightly around me, crushing what breath I had out and making me have to remind him that, yes, I was alive, and needed to stay that way. The mech placed me down gently, a smile on his faceplate, tears running down as fast and as many as mine.

         "But... your offlining was announced, i-it had been official."

         "Officially false," I sobbed, smiling as I brought a servo up to caress his scarred and battered faceplate, "I faked my offlining so Starscream could be happy in knowing that I was safe... I had to hide in my own tomb for the longest time when he found that I was with you."

No words had to be said as he brought me up in his arms, and we shared a long awaited kiss that made our very sparks jump, and warm our cores to the point where both our cooling fans activated. We only separated when the call for air was a need that couldn't be ignored, and stared into each others optics, his blue, mine red, both holding a held back passion that ached to be released.

         "How did you get back to Cybertron?" I asked, still breathless.

         "A space bridge, made by the now defeated Decepticons," he said, larger servo cupping my helm, and I leaned into it, "I'm surprised you didn't notice that Cybertron was brought back to life," he chuckled, and for once I looked at my surroundings without the intense loneliness that often clouded my processor... indeed, things seemed a bit brighter.

         "Well, I never was one to notice the most obvious of things," I admitted.

         "You've got that right," Wheeljack chuckled, "Now come on, we're going to need your help in fixing up Cybertron," he smiled, and started to drag me away, but I stopped, my servo slipping from his grasp, "What's wrong Sunshine?"

     I smiled at the nickname he gave me, more tears threatening to spill onto the revived ground of Cybertron. Slowly walking up to him, I placed a servo over his spark chamber, my gaze slowly going up to his faceplate, a look of uncertainty on gracing his features.

         "The war's over," I said, "Am I still the one you want to bond with?"

He stayed silent, something I knew should worry me. Wheeljack is always one to answer immediately, with his true thoughts on the matter too... if he was thinking about it, it meant he wanted to say his next words carefully, and it often didn't bode well for the receiver of such words.

         "After all this time," he chuckled, "That's still a topic you're stuck on."

I brought my servo down from his chassis, frowning as I believed that the time apart had washed away what we had so long ago, that his love for me had tarnished, and later became irrepairable. I looked to the ground, trying to not let the tears fall once more, only to feel a gentle digit lift my helm up to stare into the blue optics of my love.

         "I thought you were long gone," he said with a sigh, and I was afraid he had found someone else, "but now I see, that my sun has risen once more."

Wheeljack wrapped his other arm around me, and scooped me up so I was now his height as he held me high in the air, and I smiled as we both leaned in for anther sparkfelt kiss that we could only hope lasted a life time. We separated once more, and he placed his helm on my shoulder plating, just barely keeping his own tears in while I sobbed.

         "So, is that a yes?" I asked through a short series of giggles, earning a chuckle in return.

         "You never were one for tradition were you?" he looked back at me, bringing his helm off of my shoulder, and I shook my helm 'no', biting my derma, "Well, to answer your question," he smirked, "Will you be my sparkmate?"

I nodded with a great vigor as he laughed and twirled us both around. 

My days just got a bit warmer now that the sun had risen again. 

(I thought Wheeljack needed a good story. I haven't found very many, so I took it upon myself to make a one shot! I also kinda gave out the idea that Wheeljack uses the nickname 'Sunshine' because he was trying to use it in a less loving way in order to forget his spark-ache for Starshatterer. Meh, just another fanfiction in the end. :\)