Ignition

Well thanks to the response I'll definitely be continuing this fic :) I was a bit worried that the popularity of Combustion wouldn't transfer over to the new one. You know when you read a really good book that's the first part of something and it's REALLY good but by the end of it you're just kind of over it even though it's great? I think that happens a lot in fanfiction. I mean have you ever tried to wade your way through some of the HP fiction out there? Even the best written fic starts to wear a bit thin after about 200,000 words :D

Not all of them but sometimes.

Anyway… Thanks to the wonderful people who reviewed, including DeMarcos, who I totally had forgotten was also reading another Fic of mine so I got 2 reviews ;) thanks! And thanks to Dania as well for letting me know she hasn't died and dropped off the face of the earth :)

Ok, we return to the Sam/Bee stuff. Oh and

BE WARNED! This chapter contains disturbing and adult content!

Chapter 2

Sam sat quietly, balanced atop the back of the park bench, his feet on the seat, his arms resting lax across his knees. The sea breeze was fresh, light, and invigorating, the saltiness adding a spice of energy that seemed to brighten the eyes and enhance the senses. To the left, the steady buzz of small wheels accompanied the local kids messing around in the skate park, their loops and stunts more aimed at their girlfriends than the other skaters around them. Cyclists passed him by at intermittent intervals, some in groups, some couples and some solo, while walkers and joggers carefully stepped out of their way before continuing toward their destination. The paths crisscrossed the green beachfront park, the sunlight throwing a pattern of light and shadow onto the grass and concrete. It beat down upon him with comforting and friendly warmth, the kind that invited women to let their hair down and men to shed their shirts. It was no wonder some of the passers by gave him strange looks. His long sleeved, high collared top may have been loose and made of a light, billowy material, but it was still out of place when surrounded by the sleeveless tees and bare chests of the beach and foreshore. The buttons were done all the way up, the hook at the top fastened into place and holding the almost priest-like collar tightly closed about his throat. It was a necessary adjustment in his fashion, as was the now slightly below ear length hair.

The changes had started gradually at first, the spread of the silvery veins so slow as to almost be unnoticeable to his own eyes. It had only been when he'd dressed to go for a walk along the beach one afternoon and had seen faint shining lines reaching beyond the edge of his t-shirt collar, that he'd realised they were growing. The veins had spread at first like a child's scribble, seeming haphazard and random, curling across his left pec and arm, down across his side and back up across his shoulder blade, to rejoin the silver circlet that now ringed the base of his neck. B had assured him that they posed him no harm, a promise that he didn't question then and didn't need to now. But by the same token, B had not been able to tell him exactly what they were doing either, except that the slowly spreading web was a result of the allspark, a conclusion he'd already been able to reach on his own. So he had changed his clothes and habits, first to collared shirts, then long sleeved as well once it had spread far enough down his bicep, and life had continued pretty much as it had been since they'd arrived. When it had made its way down his spine like the twining stalks of a vine, B had done a detailed scan again, the results still negative for detrimental effects, and when it had done the same thing up the back of his neck and across his scalp he had simply let his hair grow out and down. But then something else had happened, and their lives were changing yet again.

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It had struck while he was at work, the café as crowded and busy as it usually was, he and the rest of the wait staff struggling to meet the demand. He had been carrying a tray of food to table number six, a couple of baskets of chips and a burger, when his body had suddenly left his control. It seemed as though without warning his muscles went lax, his legs folding underneath him. Within the space of a step he dropped to the ground, tray falling from nerveless hands and crashing to the hard floor with a smash, fried potato and tomato sauce decorating the terracotta tiles. He'd been able to feel his body twitching, writhing almost like a seizure while people screamed and panicked around him, a strong voice asking people to step back and give him air while his body tried to snap itself in half. A crawling, itching sensation travelled from the base of his spine to his skull, feeling as though the silver strands that now intertwined amongst his vertebrae had twisted and tightened, seizing his nerves and bones in their metallic grip. The episode had lasted at most, maybe thirty seconds, barely time for people to have reached him from their tables, some not sure whether he had fallen due to disease or medical condition, and then it was over with the same suddenness it began. His twitching stilled and he felt the control over his limbs and muscles return to him. He'd drawn in a shaky breath and slowly lifted a hand in front of his face, partly to show the crowd surrounding him that he was ok, and partly to show himself.

Ben had swiftly told him to take the rest of the day off, and the next one as well, with a third available if he needed it. He'd made his excuses, blaming heatstroke and a slight cold, thanked the man for the rest and promptly made his escape, feeling the eyes of the customers on him till he turned a corner on the street. He'd bolted then, breaking into a panic fuelled sprint toward Bumblebee and help, not even removing his apron in the rush. The small dead end street they had chosen was practically abandoned, a little used park on one side, a storm water drain runoff on the other, and when B had seen him tear around the corner in obvious alarm he had transformed without second thought, cannons out and aimed back toward the intersection. When he'd collapsed against a cool metallic ridge of the large bot's foot his hands had almost torn the shirt clear off, several of the buttons flying off into the grass and dirt until the last one gave way and he hurled it to the ground. His hand crept tentatively across the skin of his side, making its way toward his spine with the same cautiousness one would use when about to prod an open wound, unable to predict how much pain one would find or cause. However it had not been open or bloody flesh that met his questing fingertips but smooth and rigid metal, his other hand rushing to touch as well, the second contact only confirming the first. A series of overlapping plates now covered his spine, the triangular pieces pointing upward over his back, the point of each covered by the one above it and apparently welded over his flesh. Of their composition or colour he'd been unable to determine, but his fingers could find no gap between his skin and the alloy, no sign of an imperfection or flaw, nor any method to explain their connection. He'd slowly flexed his back underneath them, worried the movement might tear the skin like stretching pastry, but his fingers had felt them slide and move over each other without creating even a miniscule opening. To each side of his spinal column his skin was still the same unbroken layer it had always been, the plates overlapping it but limited solely to directly over his backbone. They layered in a thin strip from his tailbone up to the base of his skull, the plates getting smaller and smaller as they travelled upwards, until the trail simply seemed to meld back into skin again where his scalp began.

His eyes had been wide and unseeing in his fright, his hands continuously running up and down his back, feeling the metal slide and move with his muscles, testing and prodding at them with the same morbid obsession that made children play with a loose tooth. As his breath had grown more uneven and shock had started to overtake him his testing fingers had turned into scrabbling claws, his fingernails trying to dig under the plates like a bear chewing its own leg off to escape a trap. He had been unable to make any progress however, his nails unable to get purchase on the edge of the metal and not sharp enough to do much damage to the skin surrounding them. He had done little more than to give himself several small surface scratches when the gentle fingers of his autobot had delicately grasped his arms and pulled them away from his back, holding them out from his sides like a cross as the large head lowered to stare at his strange alteration. It had been a different sensation to the scans he'd been subjected to before, each pass of Bumblebee's sensors across his spine was like a physical caress, like a faint breeze against the metal surface of the plates that somehow he could feel. He'd shivered under that ethereal touch until the scans were complete, his arms released to hang limply at his side while B had lowered himself to crouch before him, head bent over so they were eye to optic.

He hadn't needed to put voice to his fears and questions, his guardian knowing him well enough to read them directly from both his eyes and his body, but he had done it anyway.

"Am I dying B? Is it like it was before?" The words quivered in the afternoon air, less than a sob but more than afraid.

"No Sam. This has nothing in common with what happened to you before. Last time you were afflicted with the energy of a spark; a power and life force you were never meant to have. Now you are infected by the allspark, the source of all sparks." His large, yet somehow still delicate fingers, had gently caressed the unnatural metal additions to Sam's body, the sensation of the metal to metal contact sending shivers up his spine.

"Isn't that worse though? If a single spark has the energy to kill me then what will the allspark do?" He'd frantically wiped at the moisture accumulating in his eyes, desperate not to return to that after weeks spent free of it.

"No my bonded, it is amazingly better, it is incredible." Bumblebee's voice had almost been reverent then; the tone that of a priest granted a vision of god made flesh.

"This is not a foreign life that is inside you, fighting against your own body in an effort to control it. This is the source of life itself, designed to nurture and create cybertronian life." Sam had been horrified at the implications. Not just of the words themselves, but of the worshipful tone in which his partner had spoken them. His own voice had sounded pitifully small to his ears.

"You mean I'm turning into a robot? Into something like you?" He hadn't meant it to come out the way it had, but if the terrified nature of his question had offended Bumblebee the bot didn't show it, the careful and soothing caresses along his spine continuing without pause.

"No Sam. It is certainly using the same pathways and networks left behind in your mind and body as the original spark, but your life is dependant on your organic parts to function. Your mind does not work on the same principals and thought patterns as ours. If you were to be dropped into a body constructed like mine you would be driven insane. Without our ability to understand the sheer volume of raw data our sensors and systems provide us with, you would quickly shutdown, more than likely unable ever to wake again. No, it appears the allspark is doing something entirely different." There had been a brief pause in the synthesised speech and Sam felt the gentle touch of B's sensors across his back again, no doubt going over every inch of his body at the same time, but the metal plates of his spine apparently the only parts able to detect them.

"It has detected the presence of the old spark, and it is trying to create a body in order to house that life-force." His arms had been wrapped around his middle, face going slightly paler than it already was.

"It's going to create another spark?" The soft whirring of gears that accompanied Bumblebee's negative response had briefly created a surge of relief before reality had reminded him that there were a million other ways an alien artefact could probably kill him.

"No. It seems it believes you still have the spark within you, but it also knows that an organic body cannot sustain it, so it is necessary for it to alter that in order to fulfil its purpose. It is changing you into something else Sam. Something different. The allspark cannot affect your organic form itself, so it is doing it the only way it can, by creating something else to do it. It has absorbed the shrapnel that was in your body after the battle and turned it into nano-machines, billions of microscopic robots whose sole purpose is the preservation and protection of your life." He had experienced a pang of both anger and anguish at the explanation, comprehending that the autobot had been aware of this for some time but had not told him and kept the knowledge to himself.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Surprisingly Bumblebee had neither seemed ashamed nor embarrassed at his lie of omission, his glowing optics never wavering from Sam's gaze.

"Because you are happy here, bonded. The most content I have ever seen you since we met. I wanted you to enjoy what you had for as long as possible. If I had told you what was happening to you and why, it would have meant understanding that we cannot stay in our little world here forever. That we must return. Every day you spent here after that would be tainted by that knowledge, and you would never be as happy again. Sometimes we must shelter those we love from the truth, just as sometimes we must force them to see it." The blue of his guardian's stare had become piercingly bright, the touch against his spine becoming slightly harder and more possessive.

"We are bonded Sam, joined, mated and inseperable until both of us cease to function. You don't truly understand what that means. I can never have another and I will never want another, I will sacrifice anything and everything to have you. Nothing I do, nothing I say, nothing I think is untainted by that, and I will do what I have to in order to protect it." The words had become almost harsh towards the end, the force becoming one of righteous anger, a zealot speaking fervently about his god. Energy had surged across their bond and through the hand against his spine and he had gasped as images swam through his mind almost too fast to see. Like fevered daydreams they'd flashed past, images and sounds of a million possibilities that Bumblebee wished for him to see.

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He arrived at the edge of the lookout like a spy, an observer without a body, witnessing the brightness of the sun but feeling none of its warmth. A large crowd was packed into the open space, some friends, some strangers and some unknown. His parents were conversing with a figure that resembled an older version of himself, Bumblebee sitting just behind him, one hand cupped protectively near his back. The grass was lush and green beneath his gaze, the sky a brilliant blue that made oceans weep in shame; it was a world bright and beautiful. In the distance towering buildings graced the horizon, stretching far taller than anything mankind had built to date, the glass and metal catching the sunlight, and shattering it into a rainbow made up of a thousand colours. Large robotic figures moved amongst them, rendered as ants next to the towers that breached the sky, small craft soaring effortlessly through the atmosphere. Above even them an enormous artificial ring circled from one horizon to the other, pinpricks of light arriving and departing from it without pause, a never ending display of activity. Children played not too far off, darting in and out of the legs of Optimus Prime, Ironhide sitting nearby polishing his cannons while Ratchet and an older Mikaela conversed near a barbeque. The party showed no signs of its purpose, but as fireworks started to burst in the sky there was a flash and the experience was gone.

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Instead he was at the beachfront near the café, facing the crashing waves that met the shore. However the foreshore was a dramatically different place to earlier, smoke rising from the ruined buildings and houses, people screaming and running from the two enormous robots fighting far over their heads. Bumblebee's cannons flashed with their fire, the blue bolts slamming mercilessly into the red and blue face of Optimus Prime, the larger autobot stumbling backwards at the hit and almost falling onto the already ruined buildings surrounding them. B moved with a speed that seemed unearthly considering his size, his form crouched low and menacingly as he swiftly crossed the distance between them, his arms circling Prime's waist and hurling both of them crashing to the ground along the beach, throwing sand and earth in all directions. The autobot leader's hands moved even before they'd stopped their fall, both fists smashing into the yellow shields that protected B's face, the impacts leaving the left one dented and twisted, smashing the right one clean off and hurling it into the ocean's green depths. Blue cannon fire targeted Prime's face again before blocking a second volley of blows aimed for Bumblebee's face, while one of his hands slammed repeatedly into the blue and red armoured chest. It appeared to be having no impact at first, until the sound of rending metal tore the air with its shriek, and a large portion of the bot's plating was thrown up and onto the sand. They both seemed to freeze for a second at that point, then Optimus' hands reached for those of his younger opponent. The yellow armoured autobot swiftly dodged the grasp of the larger one with an ease that seemed almost taunting, turning both his cannon barrels into the open tear in his former leader's chest, and then discharged both weapons. Flame painted arms fell lifelessly back to earth with a shock that shook the buildings across the street. Beside him he became aware of hesitant movement, a shadowed shape stepping out from underneath a tree. Sunlight met both smooth flesh and cold metal, the face and right arm and shoulder the only portion of himself he still recognised in the creature before him. Black metal plates covered him like body armour, the skin between the metal now silver. Beneath the skin a network of veins and arteries was clearly visible, not looking as much like the human circulatory system as much as hydraulics and cables, a perverted version of the Master Chief from the Halo games made real. Bumblebee was in front of the figure and crouched down within a second, the body of his former mentor and leader forgotten as swiftly as he had died. The large yellow hand that had so ruthlessly torn open Prime's chest only seconds ago, delicately caressed the cheek of what appeared to be himself, his non-robotic arm raising to touch B's face in a copy of the gesture. The look of adoration and devotion that crossed both faces was terrifying in its intensity, and he forced himself to look away.

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Instead of finding himself staring at the ocean however the scene changed yet again, the colour leeching away like water, the sky made of nothing but roiling and churning clouds as far as the eye could see. The air was parched, no water remained on this world, any trace of life long since reduced to ash and its surface nothing but blasted and blackened stone. Even through the thick and permanent clouds the sun was a large red disk that almost filled in the sky, long finished with the hydrogen in its core, its march toward death was well underway, and the planets now almost complete. The landscape no longer resembled anything he could recognise or distinguish, but he somehow knew the image was still that of earth, an inbred instinct that told him this was home. A large hulking mass sat crouched amidst the devastation, debris and dust piled around and through it, only a bare glimmer remaining of the powerful blue optics. No trace of colour remained on the hunched form, time or the harsh conditions stripping everything until only bare metal remained. Its hands were cupped protectively around a small memorial plate that appeared to be made of the same material as the machine above it. His eyes watered and his throat dried out as he made out his own name scrawled across its surface, the plaque clear of marks and debris, apparently untouched amidst the devastation around it. The guardian however no longer seemed capable of tending to this task, and even as he watched the glow flickered and disappeared for a second before coming back to life, dimmer than moments ago. Within an instant they dropped out again, taking longer this time to come back on, the lights steeped in panic, as though desperately trying to stave off the inevitable. Another, brighter light flashed from the robot's eyes, something flickering on the ground near its cupped hands before a young man appeared. He seemed to dim and fluctuate for a minute before becoming more solid, his long legs clad in black jeans, a matching black shirt stretched tight across his chest, draped with a bright yellow leather jacket. He looked to be around 24/25, the golden coloured hair streaked with obsidian, hanging loose around his neck while thick bangs fell in front of his eyes. The glow of the optics above him may have been fading but the brilliance shone defiantly from those eyes, a blue so brilliant and electric they seemed to dare the universe to try to put them out. He fell to the ground between the enormous metal hands, hair and jacket undisturbed by the wind howling around them, leaning carefully forward to run fervent hands across the metal rectangle before him. No sound could reach above the scream of the wind, but the mouth was clearly visible in the dull red glow.

"I promised I'd never leave you Sam. Swore you'd never be alone again. I've tried as hard as I can, but I'm going to have to break that vow to you now. I love you. More than anything. But I can't hold out anymore. Please, forgive me." Pink lips pressed against the cold plaque, fingers gently caressing the inscription on its surface before the optics of the large machine went off, and the figure came apart and was gone.

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He'd gasped like a drowning man as the visions released him, drawing in air until the act was painful, before exhaling and falling against the hand beside him. He shook like a leaf in a wind, arms wrapped so tightly around himself they'd threatened to crack his ribs. He'd suddenly felt cold in the afternoon sun, a chill that came from within though, not without, and he felt like he'd need to swallow burning coals to ever feel warm again. It had becoming increasingly obvious to him in a terrifying way, that what he had accepted into his life by binding himself to Bumblebee was beyond a human concept such as love, was beyond any concept he could understand. It was a connection so overwhelming that he probably never would.

But it was also ok that he didn't understand it, because his autobot did; had accepted the bond knowing full well what it was and would do, and would carry out what had to be done, never asking for anything in return but what Sam was willing to give. He would kill for him, leave with him, abandon friends and colleagues he had known for thousands or millions of years without hesitation, would lie for him, and would lie to him, but would never consider anything before him. It was a potent and dangerous bond that could destroy as easily as save.

"You understand." The voice hadn't expected an answer and he didn't have one to give. Nothing he had could possibly ever compare with what B had given to him. Even if he'd presented the autobot with the earth and megatron's head on a platter it wouldn't have paid off this debt. Not a literal debt of course, he knew he didn't actually owe Bumblebee anything other than what he wanted to. His guardian would never ask more than that, but he wanted, needed to give B everything. Maybe that would prove that even if he couldn't experience their bond in the same way or with the same intensity, that didn't make it any less important to him or to them. His thoughts must have been evident on his face, as Bumblebee pulled his head away from him slightly, sitting back on his heels, knees in the asphalt on each side of him.

"Sam?" He'd stepped in closer between the yellow and silver thighs without answering, allowing his hands to trail up the delicate mechanical components as he neared the autobot's waist. Shudders wracked the machine above him, the armour vibrating at his touch and an electronic moan emitting from his vocal processor. In front of him two large silver plates flanked a round protrusion with a slit along the top, the large shock absorbers that formed part of B's legs just slightly further off to each side. He could sense his autobot's hesitation, feel his question forming, but he couldn't let that question be put to voice. He didn't want to have to explain or ask for something he was supposed to be giving to the other, and so he'd carefully reached his hands forward and slipped them through the gap between the metal panels and that large bulge.

The reaction had been instantaneous and dramatic, the two hands that were behind him buried themselves in the ground with a crunch, his bot releasing a moan of such desperate need and want that the tone by itself had almost sent him over the edge. Beside him, the powerful pistons and springs that made up B's legs contracted and tensed, the metal emitting several shudders and clangs as components seemed to stress themselves to their limit. The flanges in front of him that surrounded the round shape he was caressing slid away from it, slightly down and out, allowing him to slip his arms in further, feeling B's inner heat warming his flesh as his hands travelled over numerous small protrusions and parts. Tentatively he pressed his body up against one of the plates that had just shifted out of the way, joining Bumblebee's voice with his own as his hard cock pressed against the surface. He turned his gaze up to where his autobot was watching him with single minded attention, holding the blue stare with his own as he slowly leant in closer and ran his tongue across the bulge. With a crunch the yellow hands sank further into the earth, the optics iris-ing shut and B's voice modulator cutting off with a sudden squeal of static. He ran his hands up and around the protrusion, the foot wide component moving slightly underneath his touch. He was just glad he'd found B's interface plug without needing to ask.

He carefully pulled himself up onto the body above him, shedding his remaining garments in barely a second, his feet find footholds in the thighs and then waist of his bonded, soon to be lover. The blue eyes had opened again at the feel of him climbing up, and he stared into them for a minute before leaning forward and placing a kiss on the disc that formed B's mouth, following it with a brief lick before stepping back and lowering slightly down.

"I'm going to do this B. This is the last thing I can give you of myself. Please?" It seemed the bot might refuse for a brief moment, the glow of his optics wavering with indecision, but then with a faint buzz the round cover he'd been paying so much attention to retracted to each side, revealing a huge bundle of cabling within, the end terminating in a variety of different shapes and sizes. As it slowly slid out of its cavity in B's body, slick with some sort of clear grease or lubricant, it certainly still looked like a penis, only made entirely of veins and arteries rather than skin and tissue. His own cock twitched at the sight and he briefly gave his guardian a look of gratitude for allowing him to gift him with his body as well as his heart and soul. With a crunch B's hands came free of the ground and twisted round behind him, allowing him to lean back on them, still sitting on his heels and knees. Sam managed to now mostly lie on the bot rather than stand, and he carefully slid down the metallic body until he felt the warm buzzing slickness of the large group of cables pressing against his ass. At a foot wide it was definitely too large for him to take, but he knew Bumblebee would never hurt him, and he was sure that some of the cables must be able to be used separate from the others or they'd have been made in one piece rather than this bulging group.

Sure enough, after a momentary pause while he settled himself, he felt something small but definitely slick gently probing against his entrance. He'd never done it before, but like most guys, even one's who previously thought they were straight, he knew the basics of the mechanics and allowed himself to relax. The object slid in smoothly with barely a twinge and he could feel it moving gently in and out in small but deepening thrusts. It moved around slightly inside him, the end pressing delicately against his walls before it touched against something different and he let out a choked scream, bucking himself against the metal beneath him. He looked up at B above him, silently begging for more, the autobot groaning at the wanton expression on his face as another, slightly thicker cable carefully penetrated his body. The two connectors twisted around each other inside him to form a single larger mass, continuing to thrust and move against the spot that forced raw cries of pleasure from his throat.

Something else happened then that he hadn't expected; a shock, like being electrocuted without the pain, shot from the back of his head straight down his spine. He could actually feel the metal plates along his vertebrae transmit the charge straight down his body, where it promptly jolted against the plugs inside him. Bumblebee's optics flared brightly, an electronic squeal shorting out his vocals again as his head fell backwards and his arms trembled beneath his weight. The jolts didn't stop however, like pulses of a heart they buzzed through his system down his back, each one causing B to shudder and vibrate at the intensity. Sam wanted more though and with a strangled voice he managed to gasp out his request. It seemed that whatever was happening to them it was definitely affecting his mate in a very extreme way, and when the third cable pressed against him it was substantially larger than the preceding two and also far less gentle. With a slight burn it slid home within him though, and as the three thicknesses linked together and started to move in unison Sam knew it would be over in only seconds. He hadn't even laid a hand on himself yet, but there wasn't going to be any need at this rate. The shocks down his back began to speed up as he got closer, going from pulses to almost a steady thrum that seemed to drive Bumblebee wild. His arms gave out beneath them and they collapsed onto the asphalt with a crunch. The movement drove the cables into Sam with a forcefulness that wrenched a scream from him, his hands frantically scrabbling for something to hold onto before finally grabbing hold of the bumper that made up B's chest, and then he came.

His autobot gave off a roar to announce his own climax, the sound eerily reminiscent of Megatron, echoing in the distance and setting off car alarms streets away, but at that moment Sam had been too far gone to even notice. His cum had painted the yellow and silver finish on B's armour with thick whiteness, shot after shot of it leaving him, each accompanied by a small cry. The thrumming started to die down then, not going back to its previous pulses, instead just gradually getting weaker. The bundle inside him gave a final few short thrusts as the energy dissipated, each one forcing another cry and spurt of white from him that was almost painful, before eventually they both were spent.

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It had been absolutely amazing, far better than anything he could ever have imagined, and the sense that he now truly belonged to his autobot was like an undeniable truth in his chest, his guardian, his bonded, his lover. They'd both given everything of themselves to the other, and as he sat there on the back of the bench, watching the people around him, he didn't experience a single moment of regret. Not for the disturbance to his life, his friends, the pain he'd suffered and not even for what the allspark was doing to his body.

If it allowed him to have B, then no sacrifice was too great.

Fin

Wow… LONG chapter, and a lot of squik (or whatever you wanna call it). I'm sure it probably violates website policy though… Guess we'll find out :)

I'm sure this chapter won't be what everyone wanted it to be but I guess we'll find that out too:D