Sam - Evenin all! Just your friendly neighborhood Spamcan popping by to upload another memory! Well not much ta say really! Napalm and Cannonball are out together shooting asteroids, Airstrike and Bullet are finding challenges, Diode and Diablos are busy on a supply run, Firestormcollapsed from exhaustion about... -looks at the clock- 4 breems ago and is strapped to a berth in Skartplugs medbayand Flash is asleep! So basically I'm -puts on music- all byy my selllllllllfffffffff...
Syndrome- Ehm... Forget someone sheila?
Sam - Oh but Syndrome here... See I was getting to that!
Syndrome - Ya only wrote that because I appeared!
Sam - Arn't you meant to be with Lenore?
Syndrome - ... Maybe...Bye!-vanishes-
Sam - I'll explain later about that... ANYWAY.. .after having an argument with my friends about wether my stories suck or not -glares at the two femmes in particular- I thought I'd use this to prove my point! XD Roll Disclaimer before I rabble on about nothing!
DISCLAIMER :- I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS[GOD IT SHOULD BE OBVIOUS BY NOW! THE CHARECTERS IN THIS FIC WERE INVENTED, DESIGNED AND CREATED BY ME[ON THE EXCEPTION OF THE NAME FLASH... BUT HE WASN'T INCREDIBLY POPULAR ANYWAY... I HOPE...
Designation :- Subject : 5AM - A.K.A - Sam.
-Commence Memory File Playback-
Accepted
"Oh... my ... god..."Martin stood gormless, no expression on his face except one of shock. His eyes were wide open, staring down at Sam's arm. His short brown hair flew around in the breeze as they both sat on top of a buildng, their legs dangling over the edge. Sam stood up and covered her arm back up. She carefully rolled her black hoody back over it, submerging it back into the darkness of her sleeve.
"I'll go now" she said, panicking slightly by his reaction. She had just revealed to him her biggest secret ever... well one half of it anyway. She took a single step to leave, a deep hole now penetrating her spark...
"That is so cool!"
Sam turned around. Instead of an angry or frightened emotion Sam was expecting, she was met with an excited smile from her boy mate. He looked impressed by the fact she had shown him. Sam furrowed her brow. What was he so happy about? She wasn't human and he hadn't known until now!
"What's cool?" she asked. Martin smiled.
"The fact that your a robot!" he replied. Sam smiled weakly. Just like the old days...
"Cybertronion actually... and your not mad I didn't tell you in the first place?" she had already told four people today and at the moment Martin was the only one who hadn't either cowered in fear or bit her head off, screaming they never wanna see her again. Even her family hadn't accepted it... neither had Leo and the others... Don just wanted to experiment on her but she had left before he could.
"Why would I be mad? One of my best friends is half a Cybertro- tro what ever! I can understand it's hard to tell people!" his smile covered his face. He didn't care... Sam bit her lip, hiding a tear. She knew he'd understand... he was her best boy mate after all! She smiled
"Sam are you coming or are you gonna chat all day?" suddenly said a voice. Sam looked up, someone speaking through her communicater embedded in her ear. It hadn't been used in a while so she was still getting used to them suddenly speaking there.
"I'm coming Syndrome hang on alright" she replied, cutting the connection
"Who was that? One of Primes lot?" asked Martin. Sam sighed. It was time to reveal the rest of her secret to him.
"Follow me" she said quietly. Martin nodded and followed, no hesitation at all. He trusted Sam, he always had. She trusted him too, it was obvious. Thinking back to their school days, Martin remembered how they used to sneak chocolate up to his room so his mum wouldn't find out they had spent their money on junk food again. They had been caught numberous amount of times, but they still did it.
Sam led the way as they both walked down an allyway. They came to a small clearing where a light grey Crystler Crossfire sat. It looked normal enough except for the bright blue insignia where the Crystler sign usually sat and the unusual paint job. It's bonnet was a darker shade of grey whilst the rest of its front remained a lighter shade. The vehicle's headlights were slanted, as if they were looking at something evilly. The light grey streaked up its sides, eventually meeting a triangular point and bursting off into dark grey again. Its large wheels looked black in the dimly lit clearing. Sam approached it and touched the cars bonnet "Wow you never told me you had a new car Sam!" Martin jumped in. Suddenly the vehicle shook.
"Not again..." muttared the car as its headlights lit up. It backed into the shadows.
"Relax 'drome its only me! Sheesh get a grip!" replied Sam. The car rolled forwards again, and Martin saw there was no driver.
"So who's this?" he asked crossing his arms. Sam kicked it. The metal jumped suddenly, revving its engine in anger
"Hey!" it squealed "That hurt!"
"Well transform then!"
"But I'm picking up a heat signature!"
"Cool your pistens it's only Martin! He want's ta meet ya" smiled Sam taking out a small device.
"You know the drill" she said, placing the thing on the car's side. The grey vehicle transformed into its alternate mode, the device kicking in and shinking him immeadiatly so he was about the same size as Sam, only slightly taller.
"Martin this is Syndrome. He's the Freelancers programme repair guy" Sam smiled again. Syndrome smiled nodded politely.
"G'day"
His voice reminded Martin of crocodile dundee...
"Hey" replied Martin nodding. Sam read his face expression "Yes it was the first thing he came across" she said answering his silent question.
"What?"
"The first human thing he scanned was Crocodile Dundee... then Steve Urwin... then Neighbors... get where I'm coming from?"
"Oh..." suddenly said Martin. Syndrome blinked then turned to Sam.
"Was that wrong?"
"No.. he was just wondering where you got your aussy accent from"
"Aussy... accent?"
"Australia? Oh come on didn't you scan anything on Earths history?"
"No... Just the language and a vehicle mode... Firestorm scanned all that crap!"
"Oit! Language!"
"Sorry commander..." Syndrome hung his head low. Sam chuckled. Man it felt good to punish them again...
"Wait a minute! Commander! What the hell!" suddenly perked up Martin. Sam nodded, her face determined.
"I told you I had a weird life... I'm not only Cybertronion but I'm also the leader of the Freelancers. I tried to show you my drawings but you guys never took my seriously! Well... no one did at that matter"
"Your telling me that all this time you've been leading a group of Transformers! You dirty lil mexican!" Sam chuckled. Being called something from years ago always made her laugh
"Well actually Firestorm and Cannonball have been covering for me whilst I've been here on Earth... So nerr you cheese monkey!" she replied. Martin crossed his arms and walked towards Sam "That's it I'm gonna fart in your ear" he said randomly. Sam laughed "Ohhh no your not!" she replied, backing into the grey mech that stood behind her. Martin stopped and laughed. Syndrome looked at them both, his optics showing his utter confusion.
"What the slag are you two talking about?" he said. Sam growled at him.
"Language!" Syndrome shrugged innocently.
"What? it ain't like he knows what I'm saying anyway" he replied, gesturing at the short human male. It was sorta true. Martin didn't understand Cybertronion slang... Sam had tried to explain to him ages ago about the difference between a Nanosecond and an Astroclick, but the information hadn't quite sunk in.
"We going or what?" suddenly snapped Syndrome. He transformed into his vehicle mode and opened the passenger seat. Sam sighed and smiled at Martin.
"It's been real" she said, giving him a hug then running over to Syndrome.
"Wait!" Shouted Martin "That it? When the heck will you come and see me!"
"Duh! I'll see you in a few cycles!" shouted Sam. Syndrome revved his engine and they both sped away leaving Martin alone in the dust. Suddenly he realised something
"How long is a flippin cycle!" But they had already left. He sighed, shrugging. "Aww well. Back to the Lair I guess..."
Suddenly, he saw something on the ground. It shone in the rising sunlight as he approached it. It was a set of keys. Attached to it was a note. It was set out in typical Sam style, Martin mentally told himself as he smiled and read it. It read in bold block capitals making it easier to read;
'TO - MARTIN A.K.A NINJA-LAD
FROM - SAM - COMMANDER OF THE FREELANCERS
SUBJECT - FREELANCERS MESSAGE :-
HEY MARTIN. IF YOU'RE READING THIS I GUESS I'VE TOLD YOU AND YOUR STILL THINKING
"WHAT THE HELL!"
EITHER THAT OR I'VE LEFT THIS AROUND SOMEWHERE AND YOU'VE STUMBLED UPON IT. IF THATS THE CASE PUT IT DOWN AND WALK AWAY SLOWLY.
WELL ANYWAYS, THESE ARE THE SPARE KEYS TO MY HOUSE. STAY THERE AND TAKE CARE OF THE CATS.
YOSHI HAS A VETS APPOINTMENT TOMORROW AT 12PM. DON'T FORGET OR I'LL MURDER YOU IN BROAD DAYLIGHT. I'LL BE BACK! KEEP MOONEY IN THE HOUSE SHE HAS KITTENS TO LOOK AFTER NOW!
SPAM... A.K.A. TMNT130
P.S - SORRY THIS MESSAGE IS IN CAPITALS! LEO'S CAPS LOCK WAS STUCK WHEN I WROTE IT AND I COULDN'T BE BOTHERED TO RE-WRITE IT ONCE I GOT HIM OUT OF IT!'
"Spam you bottle of n00b sauce" whispered Martin. He threw the keys in the air then caught them, hiding them in his pocket as he ran back down the ally towards Sam's blue bungalow.
Sam sighed, re-positioning her black and white ying yang sweatbands on her arms. She stared at the bustling city as they sped past, the sun sending beautiful rays of light over the tops of buildings.
"Lemmie guess. He's your partner right?" Sam looked up
"Explain what you mean by 'partner'"
"As in boyfri-"
"NO!" interrupted Sam hitting the dashbored, Syndrome swerved off the road uncontrollably for a few seconds then he hit the brakes to stabalize himself.
"Don't do that!" He took a turning and started picking up speed as they hit an interstate.
"Well don't call Martin my Boyfriend! He's just a friend ok!"
"Woah! Touchy!" was the only reply she got. Sam fell silent, knowing she was stressing about nothing. She held back some tears as an uncomfortable silence fell upon them. Yes she had gone out with Martin once, but they had ended it! They didn't see the reason to be together but they were still best of friends. If he reacted to it like that... hopefully Becca's reaction wouldn't be much different. She had agreed to play truths with her at an abandoned parking lot tonight, where she was gonna tell her. After that she was going to decide wether to call it and just leave. Martin was the only one who had taken it so far. Her parents didn't want to know her anymore, and she doubted Leo would want to speak to her again now knowing that he had been training an alien. The only one out of her family that didn't hear it from her was Chris, but Sam guessed Clare would've filled him in by now. None the less, she couldn't change her decision now.
"There they are!" smiled Syndrome as they neared a large warehouse. Sam suddenly snapped out of her daydream, looking up at where they were heading.
"Stop daydreaming about slapping Optimus and focus will ya!" laughed Syndrome.
"Actually it wasn't Optimus this time... it was Megatron" smiled Sam jumping out. No need to worry the aussy, he probably had enough to worry about being third in command.
Another transformer stood infront of her. He looked down at her and smiled, the dark grey scar mounted over his eye glinting as the morning sunlight washed over it. His body was thick and Navy blue. The only hints of colour were the occasional black patches and white scrape marks. Amongst the scratches and dents, a blue insignia similar to Syndromes was seen.
"What up Sam. Long time no speak" he said sitting down on the ground. Sam looked up at him and smiled widely.
"Morning Napalm. How you been keeping?"
"Pretty good really... How about you?"
"I'll survive."
"Ah ha! Found the little bliters!" Syndrome chimed in delight as he threw a couple of shrinkers at Napalm, one that the dark mech placed on himself, the other he placed on something behind him. Well someone anyway. Sam scowled.
"Why'd you bring Flash with you?" Napalm sighed and turned around. The secret was out.
"You can come out now kid. She knows you're here" he said. A smaller red transformer with sky blue optics came out from behind Napalm shyly, sticking close to his friends' side. Sam smiled
"Didn't expect to see you here"
"I-I'm sorry..."
"You don't need to apologize I was just wondering why you were here thats all"
"I wanted to see you again... I missed you" smiled the smaller mech shuffling his feet. It was obvious he was much younger then the other two mechs. He hadn't passed his youngling stage yet, and he had already been through so much. But that's a different story altogether. Sam sighed and opened her arms warmingly.
"Come here" her smile widened. Flash smiled excitedly, then ran over and hugged Sam, lifting her off the ground. Sam greeted his embrace and hugged him back, trying her best not to shead a small tear. She had missed them all more than she ever let on...
"Plus he wanted to know if you had any other games he could try" Flash blushed as he let go of Sam, carefully putting her back on the ground and shuffling back a bit so he was near Napalm. Sam chuckled quietly, taking something square out of her large coat pocket.
"Actually I do. You remember Guitar Hero Flash?" Flash nodded. Sam smiled and produced a game. Flash gasped excitedly
"Guitar Hero 3!" he smiled as Sam gave it to him. Suddenly he jumped, spinning round. Syndrome chuckled, watching the kids reaction to a common Earth noise.
"It's just a horn from a nearby lorry Flash nothing to panic about" he said. Flash looked at the ground slightly embarressed, supspacing the game for later.
"It's your first time on Earth isnt it?"
"Properly yeah..."
"You scanned a vehicle?"
Flash nodded "First thing I did... that and scan the language..."
"What car you decide on?"
Flash smiled and showed her a hologram of the form he had picked. Sam chuckled "Mini Cooper! Nice choice!"
"We better get moving before we're discovered..." mumbled Napalm just loud enough for everyone to hear. Sam nodded.
"I got one more stop to make first. Get Firestorm and Airstrike to meet me at these co-ordinates in two cycles"
"No prob Commander. Come on Flash let's go" replied Napalm tapping Flash on the shoulder. He jumped again before he followed Napalm. They both pressed something on their arms, warping them away. Syndrome transformed and Sam removed the shrinking device from his size, turning the Crossfire from a large remote controlled car size to a normal vehicle size. She jumped in and they sped off, heading for the freeway as they made their way back into New York.
This was it.
One more stop it would all be over...
'Finally' Thought Sam 'Finally... I can go home...'
Sam - There! Told you! HA!
Syndrome - Who are you talkin to ya Spamhead?
Sam - Anyone reading what comes out...
Syndrome - Eh... I'm goin now anyway...
Sam - I thought you went earlier...
Syndrome - Na. Thought I'd read one of your memory files before I left...
Sam - ...
-End Transmission-
-Airstrike.The.Careful.Risk.Taker-