"Man, I really don't think you should be here..." Leo whispered, eyes flicking from the blackboard to Sam, who was taking notes with one hand and discreetly massaging his temples with his other.
"I'm fine, Leo" He hissed, closing his eyes for a second as the ache between his eyes grew, like the ache you get when you wear someone else's too-strong glasses. He slumped in a manner that would have had Simmons slap him across the back of his head and bark, 'Posture, Witwicky! You have the blood of kings and saviours, and neither slouched!'
He glanced up at the blackboard, freezing when one of the 'Σ' symbols on the board morphed into a glyph-

"LeaderPrimeKingMessiahSaviourRuler" the voices whispered, and images of purple and red and blue and gold flashed through his mind like a brilliant firework. He blinked, and the glyph was gone, along with the voices.

Shaking his head, he looked over at Leo to whisper something, only to frown at the sight the other student looking down at Sam's page with wide, confused eyes. Swallowing, he dropped his eyes, heart clenching when he saw his hand race across his page at frantic pace, symbols streaming from the pen nib in a river of ink. His hand had a mind of its own, speeding up to layer symbols over symbols, despite Sam's attempts to still it.
The burn between in his eyes grew, billowing so fast he had to shut his eyes against the agony, even as the noise that had faded from the earlier morning started to build. He flinched when he felt Leo grab his arm, and in fury had to blink away the sheen of tears that had built against his will as the voices started to scream.
"Letmeoutletmeout
ohprimusnononon
stopstopstop
I'msorryI'msorry
I'msososorry"

Professor Robinson shook his head as he stared down at Witwicky, worry pinching the corner of his eyes. The student looked like death warmed over, flinching from the sound of Spitz slamming their books shut and throwing them into a bag. He put his hand on Witwicky's shoulder and bent down slightly to put himself at eye level with him.

"Witwicky, Spitz is going to take you back to your room and get the nurse, okay?"
Witwicky shook his head, wincing as the movement caused the pain from what had to be a migraine flared.
"I'm, fine, sir. Just let me-"
"No, Witwicky. Sleep it off, go home and you'll get caught up in a week or two. You're ahead of schedule; a week with your family won't kill you."
Though he did not look at all appeased with the arrangement, nether the less, he let Spitz steady him as he got up and guide him out of the classroom, leaning heavily on the other student.

Mikaela's nails were almost stumps, her knee jittering up and down as buildings flew past her window. She startled when she felt Miles grab her hand, bringing it down from her mouth and giving it a quick squeeze while he pulled a sharp U-turn which she was pretty damn sure was illegal. He had barely spoken from this morning, from the moment when Orion had stormed out of a meeting and threw a pair of keys at him, trembling with rage and biting through his teeth, "Get to him."

The Bots and Rangers were not allowed to leave base until the situation had been cleared up, until the fat cats felt safe in there pretty bunkers and were sure that they weren't going to run off and join the other side.

By the time that had happened, Sam's collage would have been nothing but a hole in the ground and her brother wouldn't have stood a chance.

Orion tightened his fingers on his steering wheel and shut his eyes, processor flashing back to the moment he thought the bond which was closed for good had surged back to life.

Arial had stumbled into him, letting out a choked sob that matched his own.

Half joyful, half devastated as the imprint they thought had been put to rest had awoken to haunt them once more.

It was moments like that where he envied the others. Dijon had roared out a curse and hurled his coffee mug at the wall. Jazz's fist had punched a hole in the plaster and Barricade had kicked the coffee table so hard it flipped, glass top shattering and spilling across the floor like broken diamonds.

He wished he could hate the fact Megatron was alive. He wished he could rage and storm and let his fury burn through him as he cursed the mech.

But, Primus help him, the youngling inside him was all but weeping with joy that his brother was alive.

"Orion?" Mikaela's voice drifted through the commlink connecting the Bots and startled the Prime out of his daze, "Sam's calling me."
"Put him on."

He heard her make a noise of confirmation, and a click echoed through the link to confirm the phone had been connected to the commlink, allowing the Bots to also hear what was being said.

"Hey Sammy, we're coming to get you now. Me and Miles will meet you then meet up with-"
"I take it this is Mikaela, Sam's sister?"

Orion's head snapped to the radio as a male voice answered, a voice that defiantly wasn't Sam.

"…Who is this? Why do you have my brother's phone?"
"I'm Leo, his roommate? Sam asked me to ring you."

Dread uncurled in Orion's stomach, even as Mikaela spoke over the other student's rambles of it being Sam's idea with a sharp- "Why are you ringing me, and not my brother?"
"See...Well, Mikaela, Sam…he's sick."
"…Sick?"
"Yeah, he had a panic attack this morning," Orion had to jerk himself into the correct lane, "And then he had a really bad migraine and now...Well...He's drawing like crazy and..." The student gave a high-pitched giggle, a touch of panic bleeding through,"Does your brother normally…you know…draw really freaky symbols over and over again?"

"WHAT?!" Orion roared, cursing as he had to jerk back into the correct lane again, not looking away from the radio.

"Put him on." Mikaela's voice was like ice. There was a rustling noise, a mumble of Sam's name, of Mikaela's name then-

"Kaela?"Orion slammed down the accelerator, knuckles whitening against the steering wheel as Sam's voice filtered through, broken and pained and Primus he had to get there.

"Sammy, what happened?" She hid her worry well, Prime noted distractedly, as Mikaela's voice flowed like honey with only the slightest tremor.
"I caught it Kaela, I had to catch it I had to. It was in my jacket-I don't even remember packing the jacket. Why would I pack the jacket, I haven't worn it since.-It was still stained Kaela, it was covered in soot and energon and I didn't pack it." He was babbling, words tripping over themselves in a flurry to get out. "A piece, a piece must of broke off and it fell and I caught it and gods it burned and now I'm going insane and the symbols are everywhere and I have to find the LeadersPrimesKingsMessiahsSavioursRulers and I keep seeing it and hearing it and they won't stop I can't make them stop-" he broke off with a sob, before pushing through it "Over and over and over again I can't not see it Kaela. Gods there was so much energon and they won't stop screaming."

He could hear his spark pulse in his ears as his fingers went numb. Sam was seeing the war. He was seeing it over and over and over and he had to swallow the bile that burned in his throat.

"They were so young! They didn't deserve this Kaela they didn't they didn't and they just want peace Kaela and it's not fair and then they keep screaming at me and screaming and begging but I don't know how to help them Kaela gods I don't know-!"
"Sammy, Sammy honey, you need to breathe-"
"-And then in class, Kaela, it just hit me, you know? Energy does equal mass times the velocity of light squared in this dimension, but what about the other 17? Kaela, no-on even talks about the other 17. Clear example: Break down the elemental components of Energon, assume a constant decay rate and extrapolate for each of the fourteen galactic convergences it took the Sentinel Prime expedition to receive an echo on its signal, you wind up with a formula for inter-dimensional energy increase that mass and light alone can't possibly explain and I think I'm going insane."

"Prowl, I am going to have to ask you to break the law." Had anyone else been listening in, they would have though the Prime was joking with his light, airy tone. But the mechs who were along side of him shivered at the rage bleeding through. Prowl's sirens snapped on and Orion tore after him, praying to Primus that he would get there before the Allspark burned his Chosen from the inside out.

Leo pressed a damp cloth against the other student's forehead, wincing at the temperature. Sam perched at the edge of his bed, stared blankly in front of him, lips mouthing indecipherably and tracks of salt water etched on his face.

The other student crouched down in front of him, tapping his cheek. "Sam?"
The student blinked slowly, his eyes focusing slightly on Leo's worried face. "Hey man, your brother and sister are going to be here in like five minutes, okay? Are you sure you don't want me to get the nurse-?"
"No." It came out as a rasp, scratching like the sound someone makes after screaming for too long. "No, thank-you."
"Okay man, I-" He sighed in relief when someone knocked on the door, frowning when Sam yanked him back, fingers whitening around his bicep. "Dude, it's just you sister and-"
"No." He shook his head, face drained and fingers trembling. "Don't open the door"
Leo shook his head, shaking his head as the light hit Sam's eyes and gave the impression they were glowing blue. "Dude, I'm just-"
"Don't open the door, Leo. I can't- I'm too weak." He spat the word as if it was venom, fingers shaking so much that when he went to grab something from behind his back; it slipped through them and clattered to the floor. He cursed and grabbed it, hands shaking so much the gold dagger sliced his palm open.
"Shit! What the hell, Sam-?!" Leo cursed again when the door was knocked again, urgently and impatiently. Against his better judgement, he strode across the room-ignoring Sam's plea- and threw the door open.

The student at the other side of the door leaned against the doorframe, a slow smirk lazily sneaking across his face and a toy car under his arm.
"Is Sam in? I'm Steven."
"Sam's sick; sorry dude." Leo went to close the door, only to be thrown against the wall when the blonde pushed against the door so hard it flew open. He smashed into the cupboards where they kept their dry food, blinking groggily up at the blonde. Steven spat out a laugh and closed the door behind him, before setting down the car who transformed instantly into a tiny robot who blinked up at him.
"Find the shard"
The robot immediately began tearing the room apart, while Steven slid his hand into his waistband to pull out gleaming silver pistol-

Leo didn't even realise the dagger had been thrown; but he saw it sink into Steven's shoulder. He also saw it fly out again, and the copious amount of blue pouring from his shoulder...

Steven let out a screech like static, eyes bleeding red, metal pushing out from the center of his forehead and pushing the skin away-

Leo's breaths came in short, panicked pants as the Terminator stared back at him before slowly turning to stare at Sam. The teen was propping himself up by leaning against his desk, his dagger dripping blue onto their floor and looking completely unsurprised at the freakin robot standing in the center of the room and the one tearing through his cupboards.

"Ah. Prime's little toy." Honey and seduction poured from the Pretender as he took a few steps towards the human, cocking his head to the side. "Oh, look at you. Born in death and forged in battle. I've heard stories about you... about your combat and your..." his optics dropped to the bracelet on his wrist, thread and metal beads and clearly formed by a sparkling, "sentimentality."
It was astonishing how much contempt the Pretender was able to put into a single word.
"A perfect match for Prime."
"Well, I like to think so."
"My master is so eager to meet his brother's Chosen."
"Sorry," Sam gave an apologetic smile and opened to box on the desk behind his back, "I do hate family reunions: I always seem to end up bleeding."

With a roar, the Pretender launched himself forward, screeching and whirling backwards and clawing at his face as the dust Sam threw into it burned away the protective plating. Sam ducked around him, hauling Leo to his feet and throwing the door open, only to be pulled back by his shirt and thrown against the wall. Leo stumbled into the crack between his bed and his wardrobe, watching Sam being lifted by a hand around his throat. He clawed at the metal fingers, toes scraping the floor as he did so.
"I truly do wonder what you have to keep Prime interested...especially after his mess with Velocity...maybe I could have a taste..."
The little robot tapped the Pretender's foot, flinching when he turned his crimson optics on him. "It's not here."
"What."
"I can't find it-"
The robot made a choked noise as the Pretender kicked it, sending him smashing into the wall with a snarl of "Pathetic disgrace."

He was expecting his joke of a youngling to bow his head in shame.

What he was not expecting was for the human in his grasp to roar, eyes and tattoos flashing blue and for an impossibly strong electric surge to burst out of him and throw the Pretender against the wall. He shuttered his optics in surprise, launching himself at his youngling when it automatically started to crawl towards the glowing human.

He was thrown against the wall again in a flash of blue, and when he online his optics, he had to shutter them a few times at the sight of the blue shimmer that separated him from the humans and his youngling like a wall. Sam's palm was spread, fingers trembling when the Pretender threw itself at the wall and bounced back. The youngling gazed up at him with huge red optics as he clung to his leg, trembling like a leaf.

He attempted a smile, but knew it was failing as his vision started to darken and his legs grew weak. This wall of energy was draining him, leaching his strength out of his fingertips and forcing him to his knees. He gasped out a breath, and the wall flickered once, then twice, and then fell, leaving him shaking and suddenly freezing.

The Pretender laughed again, but it sounded like it was coming from underwater. He snarled something else, stalking towards the human who exhaustedly pushed his youngling behind him in a pathetic attempt to protect-

Pain exploded in his shoulder and he spun, barely having time to confirm that there were two humans standing there when the blonde male started firing his pistol. His face was set as he advanced on the Pretender who was being pushed back at the assault, barely having a second to straighten up when the blonde's clip ran out before it was reloaded and he was slammed back again. Energon splattered across the unflinching human's face as the other threw one of Prime's Chosen's arms across her shoulder and pulled him to his feet, his head lolling against her shoulder. The human cowering in the corner jumped at her snarl and did the same at his other side, flinching when his youngling scuttled up the other male's back and held on as they dragged him out the door.

Emergency warning's flashed in front of him as the blonde turned on his heel and sprinted after them.

Ugh
I know
Next chap will be good, promise

(had to drop History and really not feeling good at the moment. Head's a mess)