There they laid, in the hot sand. One second they were in a cool, air conditioned building and the next they are in an oven.

"Bee, have I told you how much I hate sand?" Rouge sassed as she sat up, looking at Bee. "Its hot and its coarse and it gets everywhere. It's worse than glitter! With glitter you at least can't feel it and you look sparkly like Edward Cullenary."

Bee held back his laughter as he knew if he laughed, Rouge would kill him. "Yes, yes, I know."

They stood up and looked around before spotting the others and reuniting with them.

Jack had once again landed on Jazz and they were both in another blushing fit.

Anti stared at them, having landed on his face, "you can't be serious. Of course everyone gets a nice landing but me," he huffed, rolling his eyes.

"Ok, where do we go?" Rouge asked looking at Jetfire.

"There," he pointed at a pyramid.

"Absolutely wonderful, " Anti grumbled, he hated walking with such a burning passion.

"Anti, dont be such a sour sport," Jazz smirked, "go with the vibe."

"I do NOT. Need you vibe checking me," Anti glared.

"Boys, boys, you're both pretty, " Jack sighed as this very well was a common event that happened all the damn time at base. Though, Jack would never admit, he thought Jazz's random vibe checks were adorable. "Let's just get the Matrix and go."

"Agreed," Rouge quickly said before a fight could break out about how the boys weren't pretty and how Jazz was fabulous and how Anti was Kylo Ren handsome.

Bee nodded before looking at Jazz, "I'll stay with them, you drive out and contact base telling them to come with Optimus." Jazz gave a curt though very reluctant nod before transforming and speeding off, all the while complaining of the heat and internally complaining about not wanting to leave Jack.

The 5 started towards the pyramid and they were all focused on separate things.

Anti thought about how he wasn't pretty but in fact handsome.

Jack was worried about Jazz and the feelings in his chest.

Jetfire was absolutely siked to be apart of a prophecy.

Bee and Rouge however had their minds on each other. Worried about their safety and feelings of uncertainty.

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Bee opened the entrance of the pyramid with a simple 'boom'.

Rouge shot him a look, "you couldn't have done anything differently?" Bee shrugged though bringing out his holoform while everyone but him and Rouge walked in.

"I know you still feel it, " He looked into her eyes.

"Feel what?" She looked away though knowing exactly what he meant.

"I still love you and I know you still feel our connection. "

"Bee, now isn't the time to talk about this-"

"It never is."

"You really think standing under a pyramid, in the hot sun, with sand in our shoes and clothes, and trying to figure out how to revive my dad, is the best time to talk about this?"

He didn't get a chance to respond as Anti ran to them, wide eyed, "you're gonna wanna see this." Anti pulled them in and ran over to a big carving in sandstone with a pedestal at the feet of it.

"No..." Rouge whispered horrified at what the picture entailed.

It was of what looked to be Anti and Jack holding a crown above her head as she sat on a throne. It looked ruffly like them for a carving but the circle pendants around all their necks gave it away.

Anti and Jack would die and Rouge would live.

Jack took a step back in horror, a hand over his heart. Jazz. That was his only thought. He can't leave Jazz.

She fell to her knees whispering a horrified, "no." Bee wrapped his arms around her. "NO! I CANT LOSE YOU TWO!" She sobbed.

No one knew how to react. They all were quiet and the only noise was Rouge's sobs.

After a while she calmed down and looked at the pedestal where a floating object sat. It glowed a light blue and when Jack reached out to take it, it fell apart to dust.

"NO!" Anti shouted shoving Jack to the side, who fell in utter terror, and grabbed at the dust but it fell through his hands and blew away.

Jetfire was shocked, he hadn't expected this, then it hit him how messed up all this was. He cursed Primus, THEY ARE ONLY KIDS.

Rouge hugged Anti tightly, Jack soon following. The three stood there, crying. They loved each other so much it would kill them. How could it possibly get worse?

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They all sat around for 5 minutes, Jack soon walking over to Bee and sat down next to him.

"You have our blessing," was all he said sounding choked up.

"What?" Bee looked at him in shock though he wasn't looked at. Jack was watching Rouge cry in Anti's shoulder.

"Just treat her well and keep her safe, if the prophecy is true then Anti and I won't be able to protect her any more. I don't care if she pushes you away or nothing else happens between you two, just keep her safe damn it. You can marry her if she and you ever want to. We don't care as long as you love her and protect her till the end. "

Bee gave a nod, "I promise to keep her safe--"

"No. Swear on it. "

"I swear to keep her safe and that if I fail, I will never speak again."

"Good....good...its a funny word isn't it? Good. Can mean anything it just matters on your terms of good. We've done a lot of good in our eyes but in somebody's eyes, our good deeds go punished. Maybe that's why Anti and I are dying. Maybe that's why when I find love, it's torn away," Jack stood up with those final words and went back to Rouge and Anti to continue giving them love and care.

Jazz had found his way back eventually and he looked happy as if he figured out a puzzle. That happiness disappeared as he saw, Jack's tear stained face. Jack ran to him and Jazz hugged him tightly, asking what was wrong but getting no answer.

Jazz just held him until making a bold move, he pulled off his jacket and wrapped it around Jack. "It gets cold in the desert, " he smiled but Jack cried harder. He looked at him with worry and softly held him closer.

"I love you," Jack whispered as if it was the the last time he ever would say those words.

Jazz looked at him in shock but smiled, "I love you too," he said though it fell on deaf ears as everyone was asleep, many having cried themselves to sleep.

There was always tomorrow to tell him.

Or so he thought.