A.N: This is in the movie-verse. But this does have stuff from the original Transformers. After all, you gotta love that. Also, this is an AU.

Reason for Rating: M for violence, cussing and lots of nasty stuff.

Pairings: (confusion) Do robots have genders? Can't really classify this as a yaoi or het or anything.

Disclaimer: Oh….nearly forgot that. Eh…

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Sam ran.

He moved as quickly as he could, dodging debris and weaponry. The city had turned into a battle field, full of gigantic robots and screaming people. There was also blood and weird blue glowy liquid which Sam assumed was the robots equivalent of blood. He hoped most of the blood came from their enemies and not their allies.

After a failed attempt to pass the cube off to the helicopters, he was thrown off the building and saved by Optimus Prime. While Prime's hands were cold and hard, it was far better than splatting onto the concrete some many stories below.

It was a miracle Sam wasn't crushed by Megatron when Megatron dropped down on top of them. When they landed, Prime told Sam his idea. Sam thought that idea was fucked up. There was no way Sam was going to shove the Allspark into Optimus and kill him.

After all, wouldn't Megatron still be alive and still be pissed off?

No win situation.

Earth would still be screwed over.

No sacrifice, no victory was the family motto. But right here, right now Optimus's sacrifice was something no victory was worth for. Not right now, not at this moment.

There were times when the sacrifice outweighed the victory.

As Sam ran, he considered his options. It amazed him that he could still think coherently while running for his life.

He had very few options. One was to kill Prime and the Allspark. Nope, that was an apocalypse in the making. Another was to somehow hide the cube. Sam had a feeling that would result in more deaths. A very unlikely and distasteful option was to give Megatron the cube and be his pet. That would never happen. The last option was the most risky.

Could Megatron be affected like Prime would be if the Allspark was shoved into his chest?

There was one way to find out.

He stood, wincing. His hands were scraped and the cube had bloody fingerprints on it. He could feel every scrape and bruise he got from this fight. Sam was lucky that he didn't break anything.

Sam took a deep and relaxing intake of air. Then he ran.

He ran towards the downed Megatron. He could hear Optimus telling him to run away from Megatron not towards Megatron. No doubt, some people thought Sam lost his mind.

Sam wasn't sure he didn't lose it himself.

Blood pounded in his head, he was only yards away. His chest pounded, it was now or never.

He could do it. He could do it.

Those thoughts ran in his head as he got closer and closer then his foot slipped on the gravel on the destroyed street. He felt himself crash into the ground as the cube slipped away from him. The cube slipped out of his blood-soaked hands, spinning in the air. It fell clattering merely inches from Megatron's hand. It was now three times that his face kissed the ground.

Sam screamed at himself to get up and to get the cube.

He couldn't.

His body was too exhausted and in pain. He heard a dark chuckle and the ground vibrated as Megatron stood up.

Sam looked up to see Megatron with the cube.

They were fucked.

Megatron laughed, the cube in his hand was a testament to his victory. Whatever injuries Prime gave him were worth it. He got the Allspark.

"Prime I have the cube. You lose."

He could see his pathetic spark brother try to get up. Trying to make a last stand. It was too late, he had the cube. He would bring Cybertron back to glory and conquer everyone else.

Megatron aimed the cube at one of the Earth cars that survived the fight. He was going to turn everything that was a machine into a Depecticon and rule the Earth. But first a demonstration of how helpless they would all be.

To his great astonishment nothing happened. No spark, no spurt, no energy.

Megatron was shocked. As was everyone else in the vicinity. The cube wasn't responding to him. It should be responding him.

It should.

The small fleshling at his feet was struggling to get up. The one that had ran from him, seeking to hide the cube.

Megatron was going to squish the fleshling. His offer to make the boy his pet was a fleeting one. He could find other pets to play with on Earth, once he rules it of course.

But those thoughts have to wait.

They had lost many fighters while the Autobots only lost one. Megatron opted to retreat. He had the cube. He won this battle. It was only a matter of time before he won the war.

"Decepticons retreat."

Megatron flew into the air, noting that only Starscream flew with him. The Decepticon forces on Earth were sorely depleted. They needed a base and to contact any surviving Decepticons on Earth and the stars to come to Earth.

No doubt, Optimus Prime would do the same.

Megatron started composing a message. He needed Shockwave to analyze the cube to find out why it wasn't doing anything. He did not get frozen for thousands of years just to retrieve a useless cube. They picked up Barriacade and half-dead Frenzy. The scorpion bot was somewhere in the desert and currently unavailable. Starscream will retrieve him later.

The cube, nestled in his cockpit glowed faintly unnoticed by the others.

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Sam sat in the back of the ambulance, gripping his bandaged hands together. They lost the Allspark. The other Autobots were being repaired by Ratchet. Jazz was in two pieces and looked very dead. Most of the wounds were patchable and tolerable. It was Bee who had the worst aside from Optimus.

Sam didn't know if Jazz could come back to life. Being ripped in two usually killed most people and things. But there is always hope.

The military was covering the whole fight. They were going to convince people that what they saw didn't happen either with money or intimidation. Earth was not yet ready to greet its visitors in the stars. Also, there was a war brewing. Right now is not a great time to shock the public.

Optimus was talking to the other Autobots. Ratchet was busy fixing Bumblebee and made very few comments. Sam wandered over to them, unnoticed. They were too busy talking in their native language.

"What happened Optimus?"

"I don't know Ironhide. Technically, Megatron would've won."

It was the truth. Technically, with the cube, Megatron would've been able to change all the machines into Decepticons and use them to overpower the Autobots and humans. It was a sobering thought. Silence descended among the Autobots.

"It is good news that Megatron cannot use the Allsparks. It is a bit strange though. He still is the Lord High Protector Megatron of the Allsparks. But…"

"Optimus perhaps it is true that the Allsparks is sentient. Even Megatron does not know everything about the Allsparks even when he was guarding it."

"That would solve some mysteries Ironhide. However if the Allspark is truly sentient then it would follow Megatron's orders. After all he is—"

"Lord High Protector. Yes I know Optimus."

The conversation went into other topics, namely Jazz and their current situation on Earth.

Sam stood there, still unnoticed. As he listened to the conversation, he could catch parts and pieces of what they were saying. It was as if they were inserting English in their conversation, how peculiar. He frowned as he listened and decided to go to see how Bumblebee is doing.

Ratchet was checking the small yellow bot over. He needed a workshop. The damage to Bee's legs were extensive. He could only seal the wounds at the moment. Bee was very lucky to not have bled out. Ratchet would need to rebuild one leg and fix the other. That would take some time.

Sam clambered next to Bee. "Will he be okay?"

"Yes. But we need to reattach his legs in another place. The US military must have some installation that is abandoned and could accommodate us." Ratched waved a hand at Bee's legs. They were next to him, one was burnt, the other scrap metal.

Sam nodded. "I'll ask Will."

Inwardly Sam dreaded asking Will. Will was bound to be angry at him for losing the cube to Megatron of all people. He was no soldier. But this was for Bee. He will endure any signs of ridicule of his failure for Bee.

Sam went up to Will. The tired man was sitting with his buddies. Will grinned when he saw Sam.

"Hey kid."

"H-hey."

Will waited for Sam to say something. Why was Sam so nervous? The kid had stood up to a huge homicidal robot and survived. Then it all dawned on Will.

"Sam. Don't worry about it. The guys know that it was an accident. You're not taboo or anything."

Sam smiled wryly. "That wasn't what I wanted to talk to you about. Thanks though. Um, Ratchet needs someplace to repair Bee. Do you guys have some place they can bunk?"

Will pondered. "I'm not that high on the ladder but I'll see what we can do. The global communication system is still down. We have to see what the Secretary of Defense would have to say."

"I say we move them out to the abandoned air base, about thirty miles back." Keller stepped towards them, smiling. "We owe them that."

Keller, along with Glen and Maggie were transported to Mission City via helicopter.

Will and his ranger buddies stood and saluted. "Sir."

Sam, a bit slow on the uptake waved. "Hey."

"At ease men." The men went back to their relaxed state.

Keller went to Sam. "I heard the news." Sam opened his mouth to say something but was cut off. "You did a good job. No matter what anyone says, especially Simmons. You're a brave person son." Keller patted Sam on the back. "Just wanted to tell you that." The kid looked like he needed someone to tell him that.

Keller walked away from the shocked youth towards Optimus Prime.

Sam held back a chocked sob. Even when he screwed up, they still stood up for him, even the Secretary of Defense. He rubbed the 'dirt' out of his eyes. Sam sighed and went back to Bee. His hands didn't hurt that much. If Sam were to look under the bandages, he would've seen his wounds healing up faster than a normal human.

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Megatron turned the cube in his hands. It wouldn't do anything. It seemed to be just a regular block of metal. In frustration he threw the cube into the wall. The sheer amount of force in Megatron's throw made a crater in the wall before the cube fell back onto the ground.

The cube was no use to him if he couldn't do anything with it. Frenzy still needed repairs. They didn't have a medic with them and the cube wasn't cooperating. They tried nearly everything short of asking the Autobots for help. For some odd reason, the cube wouldn't let anyone interface with it. It just sat there, a big metal paperweight.

With an angry growl Megatron left the cube there. He needn't worry about anyone stealing it. They were in an abandoned train place void of humans and animals alike. He went off to talk to Starscream, more like yell and beat the other Decepticon for whatever failure that occurred.

Barricade decided to try his luck with the Allspark. His partner, Frenzy, was in ruins and needed repairs. It wasn't like he could go to the Autobot medic and plead for assistance.

He picked the cube up, marveling at it. He had only seen it a few times. To actually hold the cube was amazing. Barricade closed his optics, searching for cajoling words. Megatron had tried to threaten the cube, scream at it, beat it and nothing happened. So Barricade was going to try it the other way. The Autobot way.

He tried not to shudder.

Sensors detected movement and energy. Barricade lifted his head, scanning the area for intruders. There were none. He then looked down at his hands. To his immense surprise, there sat Sam. The boy fleshling was there and not afraid.

In shock he dropped the fleshling on the floor and turned his cannons on.

"Where is the Allspark? How did you get here?"

Barriacde yelled in Cybertonian. He could hear the others coming. He was sorely tempted to vaporize the human here and now.

The boy, Sam, smiled. "Right here. Always been here."

Seconds later, Barricade's sensors confirmed the-thing-that-wasn't-Sam's words. The sensors detected the Allspark was right in front of him, the energy reading was unmistakable. Despite the Allspark's attempt to mimic breathing, there were no life signs.

Somehow, the Allspark changed from a cube to a mirror image of the last person who held him before Megatron got him.

A fleshling. The Allspark turned into a fleshling without the flesh.

Megatron came in, followed by Starscream. He shoved Barricade out of the way and aimed his fusion cannon at the threat. He couldn't believe his optics. Would that fleshling never leave him? He should've blasted the thing back at the city.

"Greetings High Lord Protector Megatron of Cybertron." Said the Allspark, brown optics twinkling in mirth. He was clearly enjoying this.

Megatron snarled. The fleshling was speaking in Cybertonian and also knew who he was. He scanned the figure. It was then that he saw the symbols that decorated the Allspark present on the thing's skin, appearing and disappearing. Then the pieces clicked together. His CPU buzzed with this new knowledge. He disengaged his cannon.

He knelt down to the flesh-Allspark's eye level. "Greetings AllSpark."

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There ya go. I loved the Transformers movie. The Autobots were awesome as were the Decepticons. Frenzy was hilarious. My basic idea for this story was that the Allspark is not just a huge lump of metal with something of a Cybertonian equivalent of the Holy Grail. It was instead a sentient being who could think for itself. After all it created the Cybertonians.

As for pairings I am leaning towards…something. It is a bit too early in the story to have pairings though. Still thinking.

For anyone interested, I would love to bounce off ideas off someone. Please PM if you want to help me with this story.

Please enjoy the first chapter.

Also please review.

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