A/N: After reading 'A New Beginning' by Raining Ink, I decided to take up the challenge. It's a good idea and, while I'm not too good with writing these kinds of fics, I wanted to dip into a future that Sam left behind and how things changed when he returned.

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Sunny With a Chance of Memories

Chapter 1: Every Story Begins with a Name

Sam had driven for the entire ride from Canada to Nevada, only stopping to eat and sleep. Things had happened so fast. First he found out that he own life had been prolonged because of the All Spark. Now the love of his life had passed and, for lack of a better term, a sparkling sat in the passenger seat of his wife's prized 2021 Ford GT to accompany him to fulfill his wife's dying wish. Her words still burned into his memory.

"You'll go back to them," she said as firmly as she was able. "Go back to them. They need you as much as you need them. Don't give up on everything just because I'm gone. You've got to live."

A tear slid down his cheek at the memory, the last memory of his own life being robbed from him through his wife. He wanted nothing more than to stay by her side. To live in that house for as long as he could before he had to skip town. He just wanted to-

Creator?

The glyph snapped Sam out of his grief trip. Sam looked at his charge; a small sparkling named Spindle, and smiled a weary smile.

Will you be alright, I see you leaking for your sparkmate.

"I will be fine Spindle." He lied. Sam knew he wasn't going to be alright. He knew that the reunion would only making things worse for him emotionally but he kept driving. It was her last will and god damnit, he would fulfill it. Spindle had caught onto Sam's lie but decided to not continue the matter. He had tried back in New York, Kansas, and Utah but Sam didn't budge. Spindle decided that it was enough with the conversation.

How long until we reach this 'Tranquility' you speak of?

"Only in an hour, we just passed Ely so it's not long now." Sam said; glad to be off the topic of Mikaela.

Creator, why do your Human towns have such weird names?

Sam chuckled. "Could be anything, an event, a person, a former memory…" He trailed off and the rest of the ride was in silence.

Damn you Primus. Damn you to the deepest Pit for robbing me of my own life.

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In Tranquility, inside an older, yet more pristine looking house, a man just woke up from a good night's rest. He was about 25 and a natural blonde. He wore nothing but night shorts as he staggered to the bathroom for a morning shower. He had a muscular build and clean shave. The man took a ten-minute shower before exiting and putting on some clothing. Nothing stirred in the house, not even a single pen drop as the man walked down the stairs wearing a collared shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. He casually walked to the kitchen and took out a loaf of bread, some eggs, and bacon. This morning routine happened for a few minutes once a day, every day for two years ever since his step-mother passed and his step-father vanished off the face of the earth.

He finished cooking his breakfast and set the plate down. He then proceeded to grab a photo of an older couple, possibly in their mid-forties along with a ten-year old child in the middle, and set the photo down on the other side of the table facing him. The mother was blonde with long hair representing her mother's while the man looked as if he came out of a punk-rock band. The man sat on the other side of the table and smiled at the photo.

"Ready to eat Mom, Dad." He said to the photo as if the people were sitting at the table with him and he begun to eat in silence. About a moment into his breakfast, His right pocked buzzed to life and the man pulled out his Cell Phone. The screen flickered to life as a text appeared on the screen with a number that he knew all too well.

: Hey, we got to be at the NEST Nevada base by noon. You almost ready Kain? ~W:

Kain looked at the clock, forgetting where he had to be. The clock read 9:27 AM and Kain sighed, wondering why his friend was texting him when they had more than two hours of time left. He quickly replied to the message his friend sent him.

: It's not even 9:30 yet and the base is only an hour away. I will be out in a moment after I eat. See you in a bit Wasp. ~K:

He finished eating and got up to clean his plate. Kain then picked up the photo and put it back on the shelf where he always left it. He then grabbed the house key, pocketed his phone, and walked out the door. Outside, Kain noticed something different out in the street. Sitting on the other side of the street, a Ford GT rested with a man inside. At first Kain wondered about the car itself, as the car was not a regular on this street. He then dismissed it as he walked over to his car, a dark green 2010 Chevy Camaro that, almost magically, rose on its axles at the presence of his human charge.

Kain heard a car door open followed by footsteps as the man that sat in the Ford GT calmly walked around his car and towards him. He turned around to see the man stop in front of his driveway.4

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Wait….no, it can't be….

The dark green Camaro, known as Wasp, thought to himself as the man stood at the entrance of the driveway. He questioned who the person was and why he looked like him. It just couldn't be, not when it's almost been a vorm, a fragging vorm. He couldn't still be that young, no, he HAD to age. Wasp ran a scan over the man, a very light one but the man slightly flinched none the less. The results came back with a positive ID but Wasp couldn't believe it. It was Impossible to still be that young after sixty human years for Primus's sake. Even though the man's records were erased from existence, Wasp held onto a copy just in case something like this happened. But he was expecting an old, fragile man, not a 25-year old.

He felt an energy source pulse from the man, it was something…Alien and yet, Wasp recognized it. He denied it once again, knowing that the All Spark was destroyed over sixty years ago. He just had to get a closer look.

Wasp slowly rolled down the driveway and slightly nudged Kain as the human put a hand on his hood.

"I'm sorry; my car is a very old model. The breaks must be going out again…" Kain said but the man held up a hand to silence Kain.

"That's alright, please, let me see something about the car." He asked and Kain moved to the side. The man put his hand onto the car hood and, with that one touch, Wasp knew it really was him.

"Sir, may I ask what you are doing?" Kain asked and the man turned to meet him eye to eye and smiled.

"It's alright, I see you have come in contact with them too." He said and then turned to face the car again. "You know, as much as I really don't like the new paint job, it's nice to meet you again after so long."

"Sam?" Wasp asked and the man nodded.

"Hello again, Bumblebee."

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A/N: Ah yes, those midnight stories that you write after you read something that plagues your mind of plot bunnies. I do not plan on having this story become a long fic, just a short one, maybe five or six chapters. Hope this is good, Raining Ink. :D