Twins
By
LigerJager
……
Transformers © Various Creators & Companies
Chapter 2: Calling
"Ron!" Judy Witwicky cried as she looked over the semiprecious stones in the quaint looking store they had run across. It was meant to look like one of those old western boutiques with stone and leather jewelry and other odds and end. Her husband wandered over curiously. He couldn't see anything to get excited about in the store, most of it looked rather cheap anyways.
"What?"
"Look," The blonde excitedly waved, urging him to come faster, "isn't it beautiful?" she chattered as she pointed towards a case. Judy was never one for jewelry, much less clunky pieces from an obvious tourist trap, she was more of a pearl type.
Ron's eyebrows went up when he got a good look in the case. There was a large, rather ugly, bracelet made of turquoise, amber and sterling silver. However it was the center stone that caught his attention. The turquoise-ish stone was like rounded like a marble and had some rather interesting marble like swirls. And he wasn't sure if it was a trick of the light, but he swore it glowed slightly for a moment.
"Um," Ron was at a loss for words, because no; it was an ugly piece, no; the price was too expensive for said piece, and at the same time, yes; because the crowning stone was rather unique. The look on his sometimes, scattered brained, wife's face said he really didn't have a choice in the matter.
Besides, they were on a rare vacation for the both of them and he really didn't want to ruin it an argument. And he'd do anything to keep his wife happy.
Judy, of course, was not to be deterred by his lack of decisive response in the slightest. "I'm going to get it." Her gaze never once left the bauble.
Ron just gave up and waved over the counter girl. It wasn't too long after that that the Californian couple stepped out of the store and into the moderate Nevada weather. Judy happily hummed to herself as she admired the bracelet she was currently sporting, while her husband silently mourned the dent the purchase made in his pocket book. He just hoped they would make it out of this tourist trap before the moths started eating holes through his wallet. He was brought out of his musings by a hand on his arm and looked up to meet the delighted expression on his wife's face.
"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you, Ron," the blonde babbled excitedly as they walked down the wood plank side walk. "I'm pregnant!"
Ron Witwicky fainted on the spot.
Neither of them noticed the 'jewel' in the center of Judy's bracelet glow and dissolve into her skin, leaving only an empty setting.
……
::The Temple Ruins of the Giza Plateau::
……
Sam stared at his surroundings. The last he remembered was an explosion that had sent him careening through the air. He couldn't remember if that was before or after the air strike…or was that Megatron's own cannon blast?
The teenager looked around.
He had the odd feeling, like he was dreaming and at the same time wasn't. The mist obscured the land so that he could only make out possible shapes of rock formations and a low sun that seemed surreal.
'W-where am I?' Sam tried to register his surrounding, but his body didn't move quite right.
'Am I dead?' his voice echoed strangely to his own ears.
::We have been watching you…a long, long time.:: The whisper cut through Sam's musings forcing him to focus on the moving forms coming his way. There was a moment of staring before his mind registered the mechanical beings who seemingly materialized before him.
::You have fought for Optimus, Our last descendent, with courage and with sacrifice.:: The one standing directly in front of him spoke. His deep voice was rumbling through the air. Sam barely made out the five others that positioned themselves sporadically behind the speaker.
::The virtues of a leader.::Sam's mind stopped functioning for a moment when he felt the words reverberate through his bones. He tried drawing himself up to get a better look at the robot but found it hard, as though he was physically impeded. The Prime addressing him seemed not to notice his minute struggle as he kept speaking, forcing Sam's attention to focus once more on him.
::A Leader worthy of our secret.:: At this point another prime spoke. His voice was just as deep and commanding as his brothers. Sam briefly wondered if the voice was a family trait.
::The matrix of leadership is not found, it is earned.:: Yep, the deep, heroic voice had to be a Prime thing. Not even Megatron could command respect and attention by using his voice alone.
::Return now to Optimus. Merge the matrix with his spark.::The commanded echoed through Sam's skull, ensuring that he clearly remembered it. He dutifully ignored the hollow metallic ringing that faintly echoed as well.
::It is an always has been your destiny.::Sam didn't have time to notice that his 'dreamscape' feet clicked metallically against the stone surface as he stepped back.
He was suddenly shoved backwards by a tremendous force. It sent him flying and falling through the air.
And then pain.
Sam gasped and started awake. His whole body was in pain from head to toe where he landed. Mikeala was crying and clinging to him, making sure he was alive.
As soon as his brain kicked into gear, Sam leapt to his feet and sprinted for the downed Autobot. The words of the Primes still rang in his mind from their encounter. No one noticed with the Matrix glowed a bit brighter when Sam grabbed the key and slammed it into the last Prime's chassis.
The moment the matrix impacted Optimus' core, Sam felt a jolt of energy ripple through him and pulse outwards. In his mind he could almost see little arcs of lightning jumping form one cell to another in his body.
It almost felt like the Cube.
…but not?
Something clicked in his mind, like a lock opening. However that hardly seemed important because the Fallen had chosen that instant to appear. The force was too much and Optimus could only watch helplessly as the elder mech crooned at the key and departed with a sneer for the Energon machine.
Without the Matrix, it looked like the last Prime would once again offline. However Jetfire bravely donated his parts as Ratchet and Jolt showed their ingenuity with emergency maintenance.
Sam couldn't help but watch. The only thought that crossed his mind as he watched the operation on Optimus was that the leader needed cover.
Sam's eyes glowed an electric blue. Unnoticed above him a silhouette darkened, wavering the atmosphere like a heat mirage.
Bumblebee stared.
Luckily everyone's attention was on the upgrading Prime and not the human who revived him. In a moment the shadow solidified long enough for the 'head' to open up and shoot beam overhead…much like how the Dragoon Seekers used to do when covering the frontlines on Cybertron.
Sam listlessly watched the energy beam blaze a path towards the pyramid, Sam was reminded of one of Miles' favorite shows, that he absolutely had to watch and forced Sam to endure it as well, as a kid. He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him.
"Wow, a Kame-ha-me-ha blast," he muttered wryly before fainting. A large yellow hand caught him. Concerned and stunned blue optics studied him closely.
The scout looked around, slightly relieved that none of the humans (or Autobots) were looking Sam's direction, but concentrating on Optimus' and the pyramid. A few of the soldiers were looking around for the mech responsible for the blast, but none looked twice in Sam's direction.
The young scout looked at his charge, all the while his processor was going into overdrive. He found that nothing was computing. An explosion from the top of the pyramid drew his attention as he watched Optimus tumble with the Fallen. And a moment later, when all was said and done and Starscream had retreated with Megatron on his tail.
Bumblebee knew that there was much to be done and they would most likely be back at the base to be debriefed. Still there were many things that happened that did not make sense, especially one Witwicky teen. The yellow scout watched over his resting charge, hoping that it would do the organic some good.
Because when Sam woke up…
He had a lot of explaining to do.
::To Be Continued::
A/N: So, for all the intelligent being out there, have you figured Sam out yet?
LJ 5/25/10