Author's Note: Joy, a short chapter.... Meh. Well, at least you get two chapter at once, right?
After everyone stopped staring at Jazz long enough to do something useful, Sam and Mikaela were set up in one of the few human sized rooms on base. Epps, who was in the room next to them, teasingly told them they had better keep it down at night before heading off toward the human kitchen for dinner. After Sam had stopped blushing, the two followed suit.
It took a little getting used to, living at the base. Every day the couple were called in for scans, but for the remainder, they were allowed to do what they wanted, so long as they didn't leave base. By the time three days had passed, they had driven everyone on base insane, with the exception of Jazz and Bumblebee. Luckily, it was around that time that Ratchet called them in with a theory.
The pair were sitting on a counter out of the way while Ratchet worked on Jazz's daily check up. The 2IC was strong enough now to walk around base, though he wasn't allowed to transform or pick up virtually anything, and after his outing he was to return straight to Ratchet. He had only managed to get in two of the outings in the past three days, and it seemed he was going a little stir crazy.
"C'mon, Doc, just let me transform once, just once."
Ratchet smirked down at his complaining patient. "That means you'd have to stay as a Pontiac until I permitted you another transformation."
Jazz muttured something unintelligble as Ratchet finally finished up. Jazz was quick to climb off the berth and go stand next to Sam and Mikaela, waiting for Ratchet's explination just as they were.
Ratchet turned to the assembled trio. "Alright, I suppose you're waiting to hear my theory. I think that when Sam shoved the Allspark in Megatron's chest, it reached out to find something it could use as a new host. Sam, still touching the Allspark, was a perfect target. However, I believe the Allspark found flesh to be a much more difficult home, and that it needed more room if it was to continue existing without killing Sam."
"That would make sense," Mikaela replied as Ratchet paused. "I noticed he was way more tired than normal for a while after Mission City, but I hadn't thought much of it at the time."
Ratchet nodded to Mikaela. "I hadn't known that, thank you. Still," Ratcht continued, "the Allspark had another problem. If it was going to use another organic to support it as well, it needed to not only be someone that was around Sam frequently, but the pair needed to be touching for it to transfer. I believe that during one of you mating rituals," and here the teens found things like their shoes and the wall suddenly very interesting, "it decided Mikaela would make a goood second host," Ratchet continued obliviously, "and transferred. Would that make sense?"
Mikaela, still refusing to look at the ambulance before her, answered, "Yeah, that would make sense."
Ratchet, satisfied, turned to mess with something across the room. Jazz, before Ratchet could look, quickly helped the pair of humans down from the counter and onto the ground. As they began to head toward the door, Ratchet added over his shoulder, "Oh, and I suppose it's kind of unfair to keep you cooped up in the base all of the time. I'd prefer you still spend your nights here, but I will permit you to leave as long as you are accompanied by an Autobot."
Sam and Mikaela quickly thanked Ratchet and left before he could change his mind about letting them leave.
Sam found himself in a vast darkness that seemed to stretch on forever, with no beginning or end. He looked around, panicking for a moment, before catching sight of Mikaela, who appeared to be doing likewise. He quickly moved to her side and clasped her hand in his. She smiled nervously at him before turning to look about again.
Suddenly, the pair felt, rather than saw, a presence. It was all around, yet they could not see it. In a voice that was neither old nor young, male nor female, and in all languages and none, something proclaimed, "I am the Allspark." The only response from the couple was for them to move closer together.
"I have stolen you from your dreams to talk. Much needs to be explained, and much do you need to learn. Are you ready?" The two teens nodded.
The darkness suddenly changed. The teens were floating through space, though they felt not its chill or the lack of oxygen. Before them something was rushing past. Without moving, they followed it.
"Your bodies limit me. I cannot feel out as freely as I once could, but I can make do. What you see before you is happening now, and is an Autobot answering her leader's summons and traveling toward Earth."
She? Came the unasked question, though it sounded as clear as if it had been spoken.
"She. Though Cybertronians do not have sexes in the sense that humans do, they do have femmes, Cybertronians with sparks strong enough to support another as it grows." The view changed to a plain of metal, robotic bodies strewn across it with various expressions of pain on their faces.
"The war took many lives, and the Cybertronians, a once strong race, are down to less than a fourth of what they once were. If they are to survive, they will need more sparklings to be born, and only I can provide them that. Only you can." The view changed back to the form hurtling through space. "It would be best for the new sparkling, though, to have creators, or parents, as you would refer to them. This I can only do through the femmes and their sparkmates."
Once again Sam and Mikaela were surrounded by darkness, the presence known as the Allspark slowly fading away. "As more land, I will instruct you further, but now, you must rest, you must sleep…."
In the morning, when the couple woke up, looking into eachother's eyes, the same question hovered on their lips. Under the covers they gripped the other's hand, and they knew the answer- yes. They were the Allspark, two and yet three, three and yet one.