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Instead of Dee being the one who shoots Orion, Sentinel stabs him. It was a heat of the moment decision; Orion and Dee were fighting against Sentinel in a full out brawl, and after Sentinel caused Dee to stumble, he drew his sword. Orion didn’t think twice, and flew in front of him, the sword piercing through his frame, protoform, cables, and internal wiring instantly.
Dee is horrified, and screams.
Orion falls back into Dee’s arms, and the two just look at each other. Dee, fully sobbing, breaking down as he cradles him close, asking “Why? Why? Why?! Why did you do that? Why’d you take it for me?!”
Orion just grinned, optics dimming as his grey slowly trailed up his frame. “‘Cause…..that's what…heroes do….”
Dee didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or scream, so he settled on garbled static while resting his helm against Orion’s.
Meanwhile Sentinel is disgusted by the public display of affection, sneers at them. “Pathetic.”
That’s all they heard before a royal blue ped kicked them with full force. The force of the kick sent the two skidding across the ledge. Orion sucked in a rattling breath, grunting as Dee caught him.
“I got you.” Dee wrenched out between his derma. “I got you, Pax.”
He was lying. His digits were slipping as he spoke, and he desperately tried to hang on.
Orion glanced up, helm lolling sideways. The glint in his optics had Dee shaking his helm frantically.
“No, no, don’t you dare, Pax I swear to Primus if you-“
Orion attempted to let go but Dee wasn’t having it. Right as the dying mech tried to use the last of his strength to fall back into the depths of their planet, Dee let go of the ledge he’d been slipping off of. He gathered Orion in his arm, cradling his helm close to his chassis as they free fell through the gaps of their planet.
Machinery and blue light whizzed past them as the temperature began to plummet. And yet, not a single stray beam hit them; they transformed seamlessly away to make way for the fallen miners.
Orion meanwhile, was struggling. His frame was failing, and the wind roaring against his audials began to hurt. Dee did his best to shield him from most everything, but the temperature change was getting to him too. He prayed Orion didn’t smell the stench of burning metal from his backside.
“At least…..we’re together.” Orion rasped as they hurtled towards a glowing blue light.
“Yeah.” Dee choked out. “Yeah, we are.”
The servo he was using to cradle Orion’s helm close was running over the now greying blue. Orion didn’t have much time left. And, logically by the amount of HUD warnings popping up on his screen about frame damage and heating issues causing internal damage, neither did Dee.
Orion mumbled something as he settled against Dee’s chassis snuggly.
“Huh?”
“I…..” Orion strained his helm up and looked at his best friend. “L-love you, D-Dee.”
Orion Pax, the mech who was his best friend, the mech who would always come to him, a mech he admired, a troublemaker with a bleeding spark, and the most beautiful optics and sassiest intake, and long time crush Dee had harbored, just told him loved him.
And Primus as his witness, he did too.
“I love you too.” Dee whispered, cupping his cheek reverently. “Orion.”
Before the light went out in both of them, Orion strained his helm forward and Dee closed the gap between them. They shared a kiss, derma turning cold as they fell into the heart of Cybertron, and their visions turned blue. Just before that, though, the booming voice of Alpha Trion rang in his audials before his processor shut off.