In Jasper Nevada, it was going to be hard.

Ratchet was in a rare mood. Not in a bad mood, but not in a good mood either. It was unusually quiet since the humans were in Summer's room.

"Ratchet, I need to talk to you." Optimus stated, rather sadly. Ratchet was confused. "What is it?" Ratchet asked, smiling slightly.

"We found your close friend, Prowl." Ultra Magnus stated. "Where is he? I haven't seen him in a few weeks." Ratchet asked.

"That's the thing. He's dead." Arcee stated, sadly. Ratchet's smile faded. "What?" Ratchet asked.

"We found Prowl dead. We don't know how he died. He was laying on the floor with a blade in his hand, but that doesn't prove suicide." Bulkhead stated.

Ratchet was completely silent as tears came to his eyes. "How long has he been dead for?" Ratchet asked. "A few hours. 4 at most. We also found cutting scars on him." Arcee replied.

"He was depressed and suicidal for a while. He came to me and told me about his thoughts. I told him to not commit suicide and I told him that I'm always there for him. He thanked me and left. That was about 3 weeks ago." Ratchet stated, tears starting to fall.

"I'm sorry, but he's dead now." Megatron stated. 'no. No, no, no! He can't be dead! He can't be!' Ratchet thought.

"Ratch, we're here for you. If you want to talk." Wheeljack offered. "I'll be fine in a bit. Just...just leave me alone for a while." Ratchet stated.

He walked to his room and locked the door. He then slid to the floor and sobbed quietly in his arms. Jack, Raf, Miko and Summer then walked past his room but heard him crying.

"Uhh guys? Why's Ratchet crying?" Miko asked. "A close friend of his, basically a brother to him, just died. He wants to be left alone." Starscream replied.

2 months later, Ratchet was completely different. He never talked, complained, or looked at anyone. He didn't eat anything either, or slept.

He just worked and locked himself in his room. It made everyone concerned about him. "Guys, we gotta help Ratchet. I try to annoy him on purpose but he doesn't say anything." Miko stated.

"He might listen or open up to Wheeljack, Jazz or Optimus." Soundwave stated. "Why me?" Wheeljack asked, confused.

"You're his boyfriend. He listens to you, Jazz and Optimus only." Bee explained. Inside his room, Ratchet was sitting on his bed, seeming lifeless.

He then got up and looked at himself in his bathroom mirror. He punched the mirror, cutting his hand in the process. He sobbed quietly as he watched blood dripping from his hand into the sink.

He eventually cleaned his hand and wrapped it up. He grabbed a knife and slashed his arms repeatedly. He then looked at himself in his other bathroom mirror.

He had tears streaming down his face, bleeding hand and arms, circles under his eyes, and he was skinner than before.

He then went back to his room and sat back down on his bed, hiding his injured hand.

5 months passed, and Ratchet made no progress. If anything, he was getting worse. He walked out to the control room and started working.

He never looked or said anything to the others. "Ratchet? You okay?" Raf asked. No reply or look.

"Ratchet, we get it. Prowl was extremely close with you. But you can't do this to yourself. It's been 5 months since he died." Arcee stated.

Nothing. Jazz stepped forward and looked at Ratchet, concerned about his little brother. "Ratch, please. Talk to one of us at least. You can't keep bottling up your emotions and feelings. It's not good for you." Jazz pleaded.

Ratchet still said nothing and didn't look at anyone. "Ratch, please. Talk to us. We wanna help you." Wheeljack begged.

Ratchet stood up and walked to his room, not saying anything or looking at anyone. He locked the door and went onto his bed again.

He had tried to sleep 2 times but he just had a nightmare of seeing Prowl die in every way. Murder, suicide, natural causes. And that was 2 months ago.

He grabbed a knife and slashed his wrists and arms crying quietly. Luckily, Jazz was walking to his room when he saw the blood.

When Jazz finally opened the door, he saw something he wished he hadn't.

Ratchet knew Jazz was there, but he didn't care. He just wanted to die. He held the blade tightly and stabbed himself repeatedly.

Ratchet eventually collapsed due to blood loss and Jazz grabbed the knife, throwing it across the room. Ratchet was barely conscious to pay attention.

He started to close his eyes. "Ratchet! Ratch, stay awake! Stay with me here! Guys, someone help me!" Jazz hollered.

Everyone rushed in and gasped in horror and shock. Especially Wheeljack. He immediately tried to stop the bleeding with Jazz's help.

Ratchet went unconscious and barely breathing. He got fixed, but wouldn't wake up due to anesthesia.

"Why would he do this? Why?" Bee asked. "He has a broken heart." Summer stated. "Huh?" Raf asked.

"When his close friend died, he shut down. He didn't want to talk to anyone about it. He thought suicide was the only solution he had." Summer explained.

"Why didn't he talk to me, Wheeljack or Optimus?" Jazz asked. "He didn't want to talk to anyone, remember? When his friend died, his heart broke. He broke down." Summer replied.

Jazz sank to the floor, barely comprehending everything. He just nearly lost his little brother. The only living family he has left.

"I should've stopped him." Jazz stated. "It wasn't your fault, Jazz. We didn't know what he was doing." Wheeljack reassured.

Jazz looked at Wheeljack and then his unconscious brother with tears in his eyes. "Can...can I..?" Jazz started. "Go see him. He needs you and comfort." Optimus stated.

Jazz stood up and walked to the med-bay where Ratchet was. He slowly closed the door and sat down beside Ratchet.

"Why'd you do this, Ratch? Why?" Jazz asked quietly, tears streaming down his face. He held Ratchet's hand gently and sobbed quietly.

Ratchet slowly opened his eyes and saw Jazz beside him, crying. Jazz hugged him tightly, sobbing hysterical.

"Don't ever scare me like that again, Ratchet! We were worried about you!" Jazz sobbed. Ratchet turned his head away, not saying anything or looking at his older brother.

"Ratchet, please! Talk to me! I don't wanna lose you!" Jazz sobbed harder. Ratchet felt his heart ache at seeing his older brother cry. He hated to see anyone cry, to be honest.

Ratchet looked at Jazz and gently wiped away Jazz's new tears. Jazz was still looking at Ratchet, trying to slow his crying down.

Ratchet was hesitating on speaking. He hasn't spoke in 7 months. "Ratch, please talk to me! Let me help you!" Jazz pleaded.

Ratchet finally made his decision. "I'm sorry, Jazz." Ratchet apologized. "For what?" Jazz asked. "Trying to commit suicide, like Prowl did." Ratchet replied.

"None of us blame you for anything. You're hurting inside, Ratch. That's why you did it, wasn't it?" Jazz asked. "Yeah. I didn't want to believe he was dead. I thought it was my only solution." Ratchet admitted.

"Why didn't you come to us?" Jazz asked. "I didn't want to burden anyone with my issues." Ratchet replied.

A week later, Ratchet was working when he got tackle-hugged by a sobbing Wheeljack.

"Don't ever leave me alone! Don't ever leave me!" Wheeljack sobbed. "I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Ratchet vowed. Wheeljack just hugged him tighter and sobbed harder.

"He's been like this ever since you stabbed yourself. No one, and I mean no one, could comfort him or Jazz. They were unconsolable. Heck, even Optimus, Megatron and Ultra Magnus tried." Bulkhead stated.

Later that night, Wheeljack came into bed with Ratchet, who was sitting at his desk. "Ratch, you need to get some sleep." Wheeljack stated. "Can't." Ratchet replied.

"Why not?" Wheeljack asked, confused. "I have nightmares all the time when I sleep." Ratchet replied. "Well, I'll sleep with you. It could help with the nightmares." Wheeljack offered.

"Hmm....fine. Just because you aren't going to sleep without me, right?" Ratchet accepted. "Yeah, pretty much." Wheeljack grinned. Ratchet sighed and turned off his desk lamp, before climbing in the bed with Wheeljack.

Immediately, Wheeljack cuddled Ratchet. Ratchet was slowly falling asleep in his arms, listening to Wheeljack's heartbeat.

Ratchet soon fell asleep in Wheeljack's arms and Wheeljack places a quick kiss on Ratchet's cheek. "Sleep well, Ratchet." Wheeljack stated, smiling. He then also fell asleep.