Author's Note:
So, I thought this story needed some love. First off, I am revising it all. Then, I am going to continuing uploading the rest of it. Hopefully it won't get neglected again. You guys deserve better. Especially since my previous writing was... Sub par in my own opinion. So, here goes nothing.
Chapter 1
Pain. Albeit, a strange sort of pain, it was pain nonetheless that pulled him from what he assumed was unconsciousness. He thought that he may have been shaking, but could not find the strength to open his eyes or still his body. All he could do was lay there in the dark, internally screaming for help. He could hear voices, rather distant ones. They nagged at his aching consciousness, breaking in at random intervals. He tried desperately to identify the voices, to will his mouth to open and call to them.
"...Where the Pit did he get that anyway? You should keep a better eye on yer charge, 'Bee-" This voice was rough, harsh. He guessed that it was likely referring to him. What did he get? Was he sick? Was he dying? He imagined this is what dying felt like, at any rate, so that was likely.
"I can't when you always have me at base doing battle training! I barely ever see him nowadays!" He knew that voice. He could not pinpoint from where, but he knew it. 'Bee, the other voice had said. Yes, yes, he knew the name, knew it was important. But, who was it? His mind gave him no face to match the name with. He tried to call for this 'Bee, but could not even muster the strength to much more than groan as he spasmed.
"He wasn't my-"
"Don't say was! Sam still is my charge! And he always will be because he won't die!" Sam. That must be his name, Sam. He tried once more to call out to the voices, to get their attention. Yet again he was unsuccessful.
"If you two are only going to argue, get out of my infirmary! I can't work with you two bickering right next to me! So, if you want Sam fixed, Bumblebee, shut up!" This voice was loud, angered, and slightly frightened. Sam didn't like the implications of the fear in his tone. Perhaps he really was dying. "He is semi-aware of what's going on. He should be able to hear you if you talk to him, 'Bee."
"Really?" There is an agonizing pause in which the pain seems to grow stronger than before, and Sam wishes desperately that he could scream. "Sam? Sam, what were you thinking? Why couldn't you just wait for me to get home, then we could've talked." Home. Sam and 'Bee shared a home, a place where one made memories and did a good many other things. Sam felt a tingle spread out from within his chest, easing away the pain. 'Keep talking, Bee. Please.' He thought, urging silently for the pain to go away again.
"Why did you do this to yourself, Sam? What was this supposed to accomplish?" Bee's voice sounded rather distraught, and Sam's stomach clenched up with guilt. Bee was sad because of him, it is all his fault. Bee sighed, a soft woosh of air. "Sam, you know that I will always care for you. I know you'll miss her, but you will always have me; I love you."
'Bee said he loved Sam. Sam felt the pain ease more until it was nearly gone, fading more and more as time passed. But, the voices faded as well.
"I've got him stable, 'Bee. He'll be under in a second…"
. . .
One thing Sam knew for sure was that he hated the light. The first thing he saw once he was finally able to open his eyes was a bright white light, and his first noise was a frustrated hiss as he slammed his eyes shut once again. He lifted his arms up to shield his eyes, the muscles crying in pain and wires and tubes protruding from his skin. These immediately caught his attention. He reached with one hand to play with one connected to the inside of his elbow.
"Would you stop playing with that?" The third voice seemed to scold and Sam quickly looked to his left to see a huge, neon green mech. "I'm glad to see you are alive and well, Sam. You had us all worried, especially 'Bee, but I don't need you ruining all of my work and making yourself ill again." Sam's eyes lit up at the mention of 'Bee. 'Bee! He wanted to see 'Bee. He could not remember what he looked like, but he knew he would knew him when he saw him. 'Bee was important. 'Bee loved him. "Calm down! Bumblebee and the others said they would stop by as soon as I gave the okay!" The mech replied. He rolled his optics at the boy's rather obvious disappointment. "Sam, you shoved a piece of the Allspark into your heart. You're lucky I could get you stable. Unfortunately, you underwent some... Unexpected changes. We are still slightly confused."
"I want to see Bee." Sam croaked out, ignoring Ratchet's frustration. "I-I need to see Bee."
"No, you need to relax and let me scan you. I also need to brief you on... Well, what you underwent." The mech immediately set to work. Red lights passed over Sam, and he felt an odd tingle, similar yet not to the tingle from before.
Sam muttered. "That tickles."
"Sam, I have told you before that there is no reason for this to resemble that tickling sensation that you speak of. Although, I'm glad you can at least feel something, I would appreciate it if you would not fidget." He continued to scan Sam where he lay flat on the med berth. Another red light sweeps over him, before he let out a sigh of frustration. "Seems you were changed more than I expected."
"Huh?" Sam inquired, still rather hazy, his mind refusing to give any answers. "What do you mean? What happened to change me? Have I not always been this way?"
The mech shook his helm, a grim look in his optics. "Sam, you tried to kill yourself by slamming an Allspark shard into your chest after Carly broke up with you. Don't you remember?"
Pain. Emotional pain. Carly had packed a small bag of the necessities and simply left, without even saying a good bye. She had left Sam a note, a note he was dreading reading.
He could always wait for 'Bee to get back to read it, right? But, something was nagging at him, telling him to read it now. So, he gingerly picks the folded up piece of paper off of the bed he had shared with her before, and begins to unfold it.
Sam,
I can't take this anymore. I hate this, all of this. I hate how restless you get when Bumblebee is gone, and no matter what I do, you refuse to calm down. I understand you have been through a lot with him, but maybe you didn't get the memo: He is a giant alien robot. You are a human. Whether you like it or not, he will have other things to do, besides guard you from a now non-existent threat. And, whenever I talk to you about him, you kind of clench up, and don't really want to talk. What are you hiding, Sam? I guess I'll never find out, because this is good bye. Forever.
I'll miss you,
Carly
"C-Carly," Sam whispered, his body shaking. "She was jealous... Of 'Bee. Why?"
The bot shrugged slightly, "I would not know. Shouldn't you know?" The boy's blank expression showed how he is even more clueless. "Sam, What year is it?"
"I don't know." He answered numbly, his expression clouded with worry.
"Who is Bumblebee?"
Sam froze, trying desperately to remember more than the familiar voice that tickled every fiber of his being. "I... I'm not sure. I know he... I think that 'Bee is a he... He said he loves me. And that he will always be there for me. He cares for me... We live together; from the sound of it, we have for a while, even with Carly. But, I don't know what else."
"What is your full name?"
Sam just stares up at the ceiling. "All I know is Sam." He shook his head, tears leaking from his oddly bright blue eyes. "I… I don't even know who you are, but I know I knew you. What happened to me?"
. . .
Bumblebee snuck into the infirmary, just as he had for the past two weeks. He reached for the light switch, flicking it up to reveal the sleeping boy. Or, at least 'Bee thought he was sleeping until he heard him speak. "Ratchet, you just checked me about twenty-four minutes ago. I don't think you need to scan me, yet again." Sam grumbled, placing his left arm over his eyes to shield them. "And, if it's food or energon you are trying to give me, I would like you to know that I ate at seven thirty. I am good. Now, please, turn the light off."
"Sam?"
The brunette jolted into a sitting position, ignoring the screams of pain from all around his body. His eyes, now an almost glowing, bright blue, seemed to twinkle even more than before. He just stared at Bumblebee for a long moment, head tilted lightly to the side. After a second, it is like he just came back into his body and he was suddenly sobbing. "'Bee! Oh my god, 'Bee!"
Bumblebee was instantly by his side, his holo-form seated on the berth next to Sam, holding the real human close. "Shh... It's okay. It is okay. You're here, I'm here, we are both alive, and that is all we can ask for."
Sam looked at the fake human next to him. His blond hair was rather shaggy, and stopped just above his chin. He had bright, blue eyes and a sweet smile, one that warmed Sam's heart... Or what once was his heart. "'Bee?"
"Yes, Sam?"
"I forgot. Everything..." Sam's voice seemed sullen as he looked over the side of the med berth. "But, when I saw you... It came back. It's foggy, but it is there."
'Bee smiled smugly, "Of course it did. If it came back because of anyone other than me, I may become suspicious." Bumblebee teased, still holding on tightly to his charge.
"Ratchet said he suspected it was because of the… of the changes my body underwent. Because of what I did." Sam stopped speaking hesitantly, not wanting to talk about having actually tried to kill himself. He did not understand why he did it. He had not been depressed, but suddenly he just… He had this overwhelming urge. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to loosen the knot that settled itself there. "'Bee, we need to talk. About me, and what happened."
Bumblebee simply held him tighter. "Not right now. Please, just let me enjoy this moment." He begged, practically squeezing the life out of the boy.
"At least let me tell you about the changes." Sam was somewhat annoyed. Whether Bumblebee liked it or not, they needed to talk. The other bits could come later, he supposed, but not this. When he got a nod, Sam continued. "Ratchet claims it made me... Well, it changed my insides, to kind of resemble your guys'. Like... I don't have a heart anymore. I have a spark. And a processor. It's... Weird to say the least. He referred to me as a techno-organic." Sam shifted some wanting to escape the other's hold, but not pushing him away. He felt it would be wrong to do that after all that had happened and the stress he had put on everyone. "Why does all the bad shit happen to me?" He asked rather somberly, "I almost wish my grandfather had never found Megatron; none of this would have happened…"
"There's always a rainbow after a storm." Bumblebee answered in an attempt to comfort Sam. "Maybe, your attempt at..." He let his voice drop, not wanting to mention the fact that his charge had tried to kill himself, "was the bad thing, and this all," he motioned to Sam's body, "is the rainbow."
Sam stared at Bumblebee's holo-form skeptically, "Since when do you give speeches like Prime?" Sam teased lightly, attempting a smile for his friend.
Both of them chuckled until Sam winced and 'Bee abruptly stopped, scanning his charge for any major issues. "Do I need to comm. Ratchet?"
Sam shook his head, "I could... If I needed to. An advantage of this whole ordeal." Sam adverted his gaze from Bee's shocked false-blue eyes.
"What else?" Bee asked simply.
Sam blinked slightly in shock, "Um... I'm not too sure yet. I know that... Well, Ratchet said I could... Um..."
"Ratchet said you could what?"
"He called it interfacing and connecting."
The holo-form's eyes widened in surprise as his fake mouth draped open, before he slammed it shut and furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. "If I find out that Ratchet found that out by experimenting, I'll rip his spark out." He growled protectively, blue eyes appearing to flicker red for a moment.
"Why?" Sam asked, his own bright blue eyes flaring with amusement. He chuckled as his guardian's holo-form ground its teeth in frustration; it was amazing how easily the other mimicked human reactions. "Is it something bad?"
"Shut up and rest; you almost died." Bumblebee grated out, his holo-form disappearing and his mech-form turning to exit the infirmary. His servo reached out to flick the light off, but he made sure to whisper a silent 'good night' before turning out the bright light.
