Disclaimer: I do NOT own transformers!
Summery: Fatally wounded, Sam dies to accomplish his last mission...and in the darkness, a gentle flower offers him another chance.
Those That Haunt Us.
Chapter 1: Whispers.
Was this how it would all end?
My blurry eyes looked up at the giants surrounding me. Their faces wearing grim and sad masks as if they were in mourning for a lost loved one. Who were they crying over?
At my side Mikaela was holding my hand in hers whispering soft reassurances, "It'll be okay...It'll be okay..."
Even though I had a deep feeling that the words were for herself rather then me, I appreciated them for some odd reason or another. They were soft and came in between sobs. I felt so mean to be enjoying those words that spilled out of her mouth while she cried, but I found myself almost frozen, unable to apologize for such a cruel act.
I felt numb. I knew her hand was in mine..but I couldn't feel it. There was no warmth radiating from it anymore. Why?
Ratchet, the large green and yellow rescue hummer, bent as close to my height as possible. His robotic face showing an almost perfect imitation of someone who felt useless on the inside. His blue optics softened and his voice came out almost in a whisper, "I'm..so sorry, Sam."
Then I understood. I was the one they were loosing. That was why I felt so numb...so lifeless....but then I remembered the last mission I had been given, the mission that had caused this tragedy.
The item I had been given the duty of protecting, I still had it. Yes, I could feel it pulsing, hidden under the edge of the coat I wore. How could I not forget my last mission?
Putting looks of bitter surprise on their face plates, I let a warm smile sweep across my face. It was small, because of my dieing muscle, but it was a smile none the less.
The object under my protection was like a drum, beating as if it had a heart beat, trying to comfort my own passing into the next. For a moment I didn't want to let it go, but at the very least...I had to complete my last given task...
I slid the dust covered object out of its hiding place, enjoying the surprised gasps from the mechanical giants around me. I wanted to give a larger smile, to show that I enjoyed their reactions, I truly did, but instead my smile lost some of its brightness, and I managed out a small whisper that I bet even the autobots had to strain their audio receptors to hear it, "I...told you so."
Either my eyes had finally stopped working or I had finally just passed, I didn't really know, I just remembered darkness. Pure Darkness.
Normally one would relate darkness to evil...but this was different. This darkness...was a peaceful and merciful place. I didn't have to think or feel anything, I only felt the need for a much needed rest in this eternal void. I was grateful.
However I didn't get a chance to give into the dark that enclosed me. Fairly quickly there was a disturbance... there was a voice calling to me...
It spoke like a breeze of wind that blows past you, telling you secrets that are impossible to translate or place in your own language. Singing of life.
This voice breathed in my ears, sending shivers down the spine of my soul,
"...Open your eyes..." Whispered one voice.
Almost singing alongside, another said, "...You have much left to give.."
"..Reach for the flower.." Sang a third. They repeated their musical over and over, imprinting their song like a command that I had to eventually obey at some point in my after life.
When it became obvious that I would not get a chance to rest, even after I had died, I gave into the commands that the beautiful voices gave...And there it was...
Streams of light were reaching out for me, pleading for me to answer them. They were formed of nothing but light in this darkness, and stretched out like petals on a flower.
I eyed it with wonder. It wanted me to answer it, to reach out for it...but why should I? I had experienced so much already, what reason was there to go back?
"...You still have much to give..."
"Reach for the flower..."
The voices sang again, and I came to a choice. Why not go? I could have a chance to say the goodbyes I'd never got the chance to say? I could wipe away the tears from Mikaela's sad face? Perhaps I could get Ratchet to delete the look of uselessness from his processors, after all, it didn't suit any of those metal giants...Yep, it sure looked bad on their face plates...
I had chosen, all that was left, was to give the answer.
Reaching my still numb arm towards the bright luminous flower, I accepted its offer.
Notes: Mkay, Ello everyone! This is my first story that I've actually had the guts to put on fanfiction, and I'm terribly sorry if you thought it wasn't the best...but at least I tried! ^,...,^ ...even though it's a little short...I just wrote what I felt so sometimes I cannot help if one chapter is short and another never ends .
Random Notes: I was thinking of continueing this story, however I'm not sure if it would be worth it. Would it? I have some ideas down already for upcoming chapters, and if I did decide to continue it, as much as I absolutely adore the idea, I would rather not take it in the direction of a Sam turned into a transformer story....of course that had been the original plan...ehh...but somewhere down the road the plans changed and I went left instead of right XD lol
I'd be really happy if someone could reveiw and tell me what they think! And if I should continue it!