Author's Note: Based on Raining Ink's story "A New Beginning". Thank you for the inspiration. My first fanfiction. Please let me know if you love it, hate it, or any criticism at all. Sorry for the shortness.

Also, I own nothing.

Sam spent the night packing, sifting through the remains of his and Mikaela's life together, extracting keepsakes and setting aside the rest. It was slow going; almost everything reminded him of his grief: the "Bee-otch" keychain gifted on his 30th, after confessing how much he missed Bumblebee, though he never regretted his decision to leave; the first edition of his favorite novel for his 45th; and so on. By the time Sam had reviewed his possessions and determined what he needed to take with him, the sun was beginning to peek through the clouds. It looked to be a mild day, not too hot, not too cold, perfect for beginning his journey into a not so fondly remembered past.

Walking through the house Sam prepared it for a long term absence, locking windows and shutting down appliances. As he moved through the living room, packed bags in hand, Sam noticed Spindle sitting by the computer, the screen flickering by too fast for a human to comprehend. 'But then,' Sam thought bitterly 'I'm not exactly human anymore, now am I?' Even without trying Sam understood what Spindle was viewing, the stream of images speeding past his mind and yet he just knew what each screen meant, like he was getting a taste of information which, should he choose, he could expand into a detailed report of each page.

Sam shook his head slightly and the flow of information ceased. Looking out the window he found the sun had risen quite a bit. Glancing over to the clock on the wall he realized he had been captivated by his new found ability for at least a half hour. Spindle was looking at him with a puzzled expression on his face, the computer screen blank.

Creator? What is wrong?

"Spindle, don't call me Creator. I told you, my name is Sam, Samuel if you must be formal. But as to your question, I am not sure what happened. It was like a light-show in my head; everything you were looking at was streaming past my eyes. I mean, I know my exposure to the Allspark has changed my brain, making it more capable of absorbing information, but this was different, this was almost as if… as if, I had become one with the computer. Like I could travel the entire internet in my mind, if I wanted to. It was disturbing."

Perhaps my re-sparking has accelerated whatever changes the Allspark has been making to your physical form. Which is something your Ratchet might be able to confirm, hint hint….

Spindle's impertinence brought a smile to Sam's lips, despite his sadness. "Alright, alright, we're going. You and Ratchet will get along famously, I can see it now."

And so, with his home of sixty years locked, empty, and fading in the rear view mirror, a toaster sitting innocently next to him in the passenger seat, Sam allowed his mind to drift into numb reaction.

Hope I did it justice! Please review!