Title: Possession's Reason
For: Lady_Katana4544
Prompt : Bee/Sam/Possession
Rating: T
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I'll admit that I had an idea on this one but that plot bunny died when this one sprung to life. Out of curiosity I decided to look up the exact definition of possession. It was an interesting read which gave birth to this new plot bunny which was further fed by an interesting blurb on those trading cards I got at the theater last night. Probably not exactly what you were thinking when you gave me the prompt but I hope you like it!
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Possession can be defined as the state of monomania. Monomania can be defined as excessive interest or concentration on a singular object or subject; a pathological obsession with one person, thing or idea.
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It was quiet. Leaves rustled softly as a gentle breeze blew through them underscoring the noise of crickets chirping happily in the quiet of midnight. Pushing away a few stray branches from his face he moved to stand in a clearing marked by gouges in its earth and filled with the remnants of torn and broken trees. "He was always meant for this purpose, Bumblebee." A small electronic warble escaped him as the deep, rich tones of the older 'bot filled the air between them. "Always. It was never coincidence that the Allspark came to Earth out of the nigh infinite number of other possible planets for it to inhabit." A sigh then movement as a large hand came to rest comfortingly atop his shoulder. "You have never failed in your faith before so why do you falter so now, Bumblebee?"
For a long moment he didn't answer content to smell the sweet scents of oil, dirt and that faint odor of energon that Optimus always seemed to have. "How am I supposed to protect him?" He asked, his frame beginning to tremble as images begin to flash through his processor. "I've already failed him once. I can't—I can't do it again."
"Do you not find it strange that at the moment he fell you found yourself with the feeling that you were needed?" Rough, battle-worn fingers tightened their grip on his shoulder before letting go as Optimus slid away from him to kneel on the ground his hands brushing through the still moist earth. "In the moment that he needed you the most, you were there. Being called by the Primes through the Matrix of Leadership is not an easy journey." Lifting a handful of dirt intense blue optics narrowed as the small grains of dirt were whisked away by the light breeze blowing through the trees around them. "Harder still is to find your way back. In time Sam will learn to do so without the aid of a guide but for now, he has you to remind him of the way back from the Matrix."
Jerking in surprise he felt his battle mask slip down over his faceplates as he let loose a high pitched warble, optics widening. "Have you never wondered at the ease with which you settled into your position as guardian?" Optimus asked with sincere curiosity brightening his optics as the younger 'bot hurriedly pushed his mask back up. "Do you not wonder why you and you alone are the guardian of the Keeper of the Allspark?" Dirt pouring through his hands as he slowly rose to his full height, the Prime turned his body to the side as he tilted his face upwards to the sky. "Where any other being might have held doubts you never once did so. Where we worried you remained steadfast in your belief that above all he would. Not. Fail."
"Optimus, sir. What are—I don't understand."
"You won't understand for some time yet, Bumblebee." Optimus replied warmly. "Just know that you were always meant to protect him. Anything else that comes from that is solely your own choice."
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Let's consider this a work in progress because I don't think the plot bunny is quite done.