Main Character: Tigabeam

Universe: Animated

Genre: Memories/Family/Violence

Rating: PG-13

Tigabeam and Pyrobullet: 19NC_Medix

Transformers: Hasbro/Takara Tomy

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Tigabeam rubbed his optics tiredly as he stared up unto the non-roofed skies. He had to admit, he never wanted to recharge. He couldn't. How can he recharge when he remembered the look of the almost lifeless femme that haunted him

His thoughts headed over to the sire from Cybertron, he prayed the sparkling was alright.

He knew that she was alive by the time he handed her to some Autobot guard, but it always remained in his spark. The look on the sire's faceplate... He wasn't surprised if the sire was hunting him down now.

'Maybe I just need to count these stars above me...' he thought as he looked above. He remembered asking his older brother...

"Hey Pyro! How many stars are there?" asked a black and orange mechling in curiosity as he looked up at his older half brother.

The red and black older mech looked down and laughed. "Why lil' Tiga tis impossible ta count'em all! No one knows..." he explained as he looked up at the  darkened skies of Cybertron.

The mech looked up, smiling as he started to count the stars. 'I know it's ridiculous... But I'll try and count them all...' he thought as he started to count them one by one.

The black based and orange slashed mech soon drifted to a sleepy daze, his optics dimmed to a dull blue.

"Don't let yer guard down Tiga..." he murmured to himself as he stretched his metal and onlined again, standing up. 

Just as he was about to walk away, Tiga froze to stop. He felt the pain straight on pounded on his frame, he started to choke on his venting as he shakily looked down. An Energon s- No, an ion sword was jabbed out of his lower abdomen, covered in Energon before he roared in pain as the jagged blade went straight up to his spark chamber and halted, just barely touching it before it twisted sharply a 90 degrees turn and ripped its way out. Energon and oil spilled down as Tiga's frame fell to the ground, shaking and choking on his own Energon.

"Optic for optic, servo for servo... spark for spark, Decepticon," whispered a masculine voice from behind hatefully.