Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers but I wish my car was one.

This is my first Transformers fanfic so I hope I did it ok. I absolutely love Transformers (especially Optimus Prime and Bumblebee) but I'm afraid this is rather morbid. Enjoy!

Worst Case Scenario

"Give me the Allspark and you may live to be my pet."

He clung even harder to the marble statue, knees trembling as the loud crashing noises continued on the other side.

"I'm never giving you this Allspark!" he shouted, glancing down at the ground, over a hundred feet below him.

"Oh, so unwise" was the reply. There was a noise like the scraping of metal, and then the world exploded around him. Then he was falling, surrounded by debris. Blue and red flashed before his eyes, and he crashed head first into a metal slab.

"I've got you boy!" said a voice, but not the one he was expecting. Then the silver claws closed around him, and he let out a scream as they punctured his skin. Then darkness fell about him.

Sam woke without even a whimper. He had had the same dream every night for the last two years and it no longer surprised him. He grabbed the nearest bar and dragged himself to his feet, wincing as he bent the badly healed bones. He coughed as he breathed in the acrid, humid air and looked down on the familiar view. The metallic towers gleamed slightly in the grey light of another overcast day. Sam hadn't seen the sun for what felt like forever. And so began another day on New Cybertron, formerly known as Earth.

Guilt burned through him as he thought of what had happened in Mission City. If only Captain Lennox had given the Cube to someone else; if only the helicopters had been a few seconds quicker; and if only Sam had kept running, rather than hidden in the worst place possible. Then maybe Megatron wouldn't have caught him, wouldn't have gotten the Cube, and wouldn't have taken over the planet.

Optimus Prime was the first to die; killed by Megatron as he fought to retrieve the Cube, and save Sam. The rest of the Autobots and the soldiers retreated immediately, falling back to re-group. The Decepticons pursued them across the globe.

Ratchet was the next to go: blown to pieces a couple of months later, performing triage on Ironhide. Ironhide himself was cornered by ten Decepticons, fighting alongside Captain Lennox and taking Starscream, Barricade and Blackout with him.

Megatron had caught Mikaela and his parents not long after. They were executed before his very eyes.

But the fate of his best friend and guardian was the worst of all.

Sam was broken from his painful thoughts by the resounding thud of metal feet. A large shadow moved over him and a pair of red optics peered through the bars.

"Good morning fleshling" Megatron said, flashing his fang-like teeth. He reached up and flicked one metal claw against the 20ft birdcage, causing Sam to crash to the floor as it swayed. The huge metal monster then seated itself on the huge metal throne that the cage hung off of.

"Get over here, little creton" he called out, glancing behind him. Sam, as much as he didn't want to, looked as well at the painfully familiar sight.

The small, yellow robot shuffled quickly across the floor to the base of the throne. Hunched over as he was, his head barely reached Megatron's knee. Large scratches marred the mud-encrusted armour and one optic was completely black, while the other was a dim blue. Bumblebee glanced briefly up at Sam, before bowing to his slave-master.

"Where's my breakfast, glitch-head?!" Megatron shouted, kicking out at the smaller robot, sending him flying. Sam cried out as Bumblebee's head smacked against the floor. "You know what happens if you disobey me." Megatron chuckled as he reached above his head and grabbed hold of Sam's cage. The robot shook it violently, causing Sam to holler as he crashed backwards into the bars, breaking a couple of ribs. "Now go get it!" he ordered, kicking Bumblebee again to send him on his way.

Sam sat up groggily, hissing at the pain in his torso as he moved. Squinting around as things came back into focus, he noticed something: Megatron's claws had bent one of the bars by a few inches. The gap was just large enough for Sam's emaciated frame to fit through.

"I'm sorry Bee" he whispered, as he threw himself out of the cage.

The End

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