You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
-Time by Pink Floyd
Time is something most take for granted. The way time dances by, because that's what Sam sees when he looks at the clock. He sees the twirls and spins made by the seconds leading the minutes, then trading and seconds are hours. He sees the one-two-step of the calender as days lead weeks and months lead years. The years since he had played the hero and had met his life and his love. He counted them on two hands now. Six Years since they met because of the glasses that started it all.
Idly, Sam wondered, when had time become cruel. When had the dance of it become painful. When did time become about losing, instead of gaining. He would have to lose one to have the other, he knew. Time was up for delays. A decision to make or else lose both. Him for her. Her for him. Or worse and have neither.
That brought him to where he was. Staring at the rings to pick. When it came to it he had already chosen the canary diamond princess cut. The symbol of his life and his love. She would be his life, his princess, when he gave this to her. Yet, when she wore it his love would be reflected. His Maggie and his bee in one little innocent ring.
Returning home to dress for the night was a simple affair. It was painless, is until the wait came; same as always vicious twirls and spinning laughter. Then it was six o'clock and the wait was over, but the pain lingered mingled in pride and buried by joy.
Dinner was quite and simple. The restaurant picked for their first date four years ago to make her wonder. As dinner drew to a close, Sam dropped to a knee and asked what he had planned, "Will you marry me, Maggie?"
When her tearful cry of joy and yes filled the room. Sam felt the joy of wining her heart and the pain he saw in bright-clouding blue eyes. The rage and pain in deep grey eyes gave Sam a pause. There weren't any words said, though. Love for the woman had pushed Sam's hand, just as it had the older mech's.
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Every thought that I feel
Tell me that I,
I was wrong I was wrong to let u go
-Let you Go by ATB
Rachet held Bumblebee as Sam fell to a knee for the little femme. Her cry of joy hurt even as it pleased him. She needed to be normal for once. Just as Sam felt he had needed. Together they would have children and a normal, happy life. He would not take that from them. No, the hate he felt at that moment for the boy knew bounds only shadowed by the love of the women.
When the boy met his eyes, the sorrow in them shook the medic. It seemed Rachet had not been as unobserved as he thought. He shifted to look at Maggie and saw her eyes on Bumblebee. She looked as sad as the boy.
Yes, she knew how the younger mech felt. She knew but still she could not let the boy go, it seemed. Turning, Rachet led his friend away. He would let her go and she would never know to tell him he was wrong.
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Ooh, ooh, and I'm not jealous, no I'm not
Ooh, ooh, I just want everything she's got
Ooh, ooh, you look at her so amazed
I remember way back when you used to look at me that way
-When it was Me- Paula Deanda
Bumblebee felt time laughed at him. He loved Sam with every bit of his Spark. Time had seen to it that his love would not be returned. If only it had been different. Sam looked at Bee and he smiled for Sam. Bee loved him enough to let him go. More then that Bee loved him enough to let her have him.
He remembered when the look Sam gave her was unknowingly given to him. Sam had been his once before she had come close to his human. That knowledge broke his heart; to know that she had won and only he knew there was even a battle. Sam had left with her hours ago, back when the rain started. Fitting that Sam's Earth cried when he could not. Or was it just all about timing. Had that meddlesome thing Sam compared to dancer's admitted guilt for stealing his boy. Maybe. Maybe not.
Dawn light shown through rain and clouds, silently creeping to let him known Sam would need a ride home soon. Bee looked to the light and thought of Sam's smile for her. Yes, he had lost but at least the one he lost was happy.
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If only, if only. The woodpecker cries the bark on the tree were as soft as the skies.
-If only lullaby from Holes
Maggie looked at Sam as he slept. He was crying in his sleep and mumbles for his Bee were breathed quietly. Sometimes she wondered if Sam would be happier without her; then he would smile in such a way and she would think, 'Maybe, but would I?'
Other times she would think of Bee and the looks he gave Sam and she knew. Yes he would be happier, but again she thought: 'Would I?'
Oh, she knew about Rachet's love for her. Part of died every time she said "I love you" to Sam but never uttered it to Rachet. At the times when these thoughts plagued her she went to her computer. She pushed them away firmly with another thought. 'Yes I could be happier, but should I risk it?'
This would calm her and she'd look for another reason to love Sam knowing that she already loved him as much as he loved her. That gave her contentment. They loved each other and that was enough. Then she would think, 'If only it had been possible, Sam and I wouldn't have to settle for less then we want.'
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Primus looked down as four different beings thought as one, and wept for his children, who would not weep for themselves. 'Why can't I be with the one I want most?'