Betrayal of the Mind

9Shadowcat9; I'm rewriting the story. I hated the beginning I wrote originally, it was horrible and I was embarresed to know I'd written it. So if you haven't already, please reread the first chapter. It's vastly different. I'm trying to slow the pace of the fanfiction so it's better to understand. If at any point you have any ideas for how I can improve it please, please PM me with them (Ideas to improve OC's, character development, plot anything). Also, I've lost my DVD of the transformers movie so odds are I'll be mixing G1 and Bayverse. Sorry, but most of what I've read and know is G1 so my heads mixed the fanons (To me Ratchet is white with red crosses on his shoulders and transforms into an ambulance. Completely wrong according to bayverse but anything else seems wrong to me now. It was my main problem with the original plot. :/ Sorry).

David Johnson had been a doctor for over 10 years and had thought he'd seen almost everything. The brown haired man was in his mid-thirties and was proud of his job. But sometimes he treated cases that were just plain bizarre. He'd treated the odd and terrifying (seriously, who put hamsters up there?!) the depressing (his family friend had come to him for help for a family member and had diagnosed cancer) but this was something he didn't know. He'd ruled out Aseptic Meningitis because while it explained the migraines and nosebleeds Sam didn't appear concussed, likewise he'd ruled out caffeine withdrawal and the hospital had ruled out brain cancer when the tests ruled out a tumour.

The Witwicky's had hired him to try and help their son out of desperation but David wasn't sure what to tell them. The parents had broken down in tears as soon as he tried to suggest that Sam had Brain cancer and had hugged their son who looked like he was suffering just by being in the room with the curtains open. The case just didn't make sense. There was no obvious reasons for causing the symptoms. Sam's blood works had come back clean, the MRI's had shown nothing odd and to be honest all the results had shown he was in perfect health. In fact, he was in much better health then you'd expect for a teenager. Most teenagers had too much sugar or saturated fat in them but Sam had nothing like that.

Tests to test his fitness had shown Sam to be as physically healthy as an experienced runner when he wasn't experiencing migraines or nosebleeds which should be impossible. Sam had been very open about being a nerd with no apparent social life, no interest in exercise, being addicted to fast food and video games and by David's observation, Sam had no real muscle build up. None of this added up.

David finally admitted that. "I don't know what's wrong with you Sam." The ornamental vase on the desk, with the flowers running up the side of the vase and wide brim, shattered behind him. David turned and stared. The vase had smashed into the wall.

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"I don't need to go to the hospital mom." Sam muttered poking the chicken with the fork. Bumblebee was with Optimus and the other Autobot's arranging a building to live so Sam couldn't even talk to Ratchet about his symptoms. For all Sam knew he'd been affected by odd space radiation from the Allspark. But he couldn't exactly tell his parents that. 'Sorry Mom and Dad, I can't go to hospital because I think I was affected by space radiation from an Alien artefact I destroyed after killing a mad war tyrant who wanted to subjugate the entire human population.' It wouldn't work and if it did he'd have to deal with his Mom holding him sobbing again.

"But Sam, what if Dr Johnson was right and it is cancer and the hospital missed it?!" Judy insisted. She sat their glaring at him (Sam swore her red hair was bristling more and more as Sam refused giving her a demonic appearance) over her perfectly cooked chicken and vegetables coated in gravy. It was the Sunday family roast and on Sunday's families always sat together for dinner. At least, that's what Ron said. Sam never mentioned Miles' family ordered in pizza the one Sunday Sam was allowed over to theirs and Sam never intended to let them know. His dad would freak out.

"Because I don't have cancer. The hospital said so." Sam muttered spearing the chicken on his plate with his fork. The food tasted of copper and Sam wasn't hungry huddled on his chair in a blanket Judy had wrapped around him to try to keep him warm and had barely stopped short of duct tapping it around him.

"But they could have missed something Sam, you see it all the time on those TV shows." Ron commented helpfully. Sam grunted shoving the peas on his plate around with his fork. His nosebleeds weren't that bad now and the migraines were now just rather annoying headaches.

"Maybe we should get another doctor." Judy started.

"No mom." Sam snarled.

"But…" Ron tried.

"I SAID NO!" Sam screamed jumping up as he threw the blanket off him. He stood there in his pyjamas panting as the blood began to drip down his chin. But no one noticed, not even Sam. They were all staring at the wall opposite Sam in wide eyed horror, Judy opening and shutting her mouth like a fish out of water as her good china lay broken on the floor. The plates, almost unsure of their target, had flown between Ron and Judy and had shattered against the wall. The forks and knives were sticking out of the wall as if oddly shaped daggers and the table was now bare where everything had gone flying.

"Maybe you should call that weird government fellow Judy…" Ron muttered wide eyed. "Simon… something or other."

"Ron! We are not handing over my baby to become a lab rat!" Judy finished with a wail. "My poor baby!" She hugged Sam tightly as she continued on, Sam merely tried to ignore the migraine in favour for muttering 'My nose is bleeding.' Judy didn't even comment or scream at the blood on her good Sunday blouse.

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Bumblebee returned with Mikaela driving him. The cover story for a being missing was that Mikaela had been visiting family up north and had needed a car so Sam 'valiantly' leant her. Judy still cooed over her when she saw Mikaela. Thus when Mikaela pulled in and his mom had squealed loudly at the front door Sam hauled himself out of bed and walked slowly down the stairs.

"Sam, how are… Oh my god! Are you ok?!" Mikaela gasped in horror.

"According to the hospital in perfect health." Sam grinned only to cough loudly. This time he coughed up blood.

"OH MY GOD!" Mikaela screamed as Sam pulled out a tissue and wiped off his hand.

"It's normal now a days." Sam muttered with a tight, pain filled smile. He looked terrible, with black circles around his eyes, pale skin and sweating from his returned fever. "Not as bad as when the table flew into the wall on Monday." Breakfast on Monday had endured an argument between Ron and Judy and had ended when the table went flying. Still not as bad as his one attempt to return to school had ended in the library being part of a bomb scare somehow. He never tried the 'I just need some normalcy' line again. Mikaela suddenly looked close to tears.

"Did it have anything to do with…." She cut herself off at the last moment but Sam shrugged. Judy paled.

"Sam? Have you been…. Doing drugs?! Sam? Tell me! SAM!" Judy began shaking Sam by the shoulders panicking. No one wanted to watch their son die in front of them, it was a parent's worst nightmare come true.

"Mrs Witwicky, Sam's never done drugs but there…. Was an illness floating around school a few weeks ago." Mikaela lied as Sam became cross eyed over the shaking. He choked and doubled over spitting out some blood. Seriously, by this rate he should be suffering from blood lose by now. Judy screamed and ran out of the hallway to no doubt get the phone. Mikaela looked at Sam out of the corner of her eye.

"Think it's to do with the Allspark?" Mikaela muttered.

"Most likely." Sam replied. "It's not like we tested it for radiation." It was stupid but they'd been in a rush. It was understandable. Zapping Megatron with it didn't help matters probably. Sam forced down the guilt, he couldn't hurt Mikaela with his guilt. He was miserable enough.

"Maybe if we took you to Ratchet?" The black haired beauty suggested desperately. But Ratchet was a Cybertronian doctor. How could he help?

"They suggested cancer. Ratchet wouldn't be able to help." Sam had a mad urge to giggle. A tumour caused by alien radiation was probably eating at him. He was going to die.

Oh God he was going to die. He was…. Sam began chuckling. Of all the things to die of, he could be dying of cancer caused by the Allspark. "But Ratchet would want to at least scan for radiation!" Mikaela insisted. Sam shook his head.

"The Autobot's have their own problems. And… I don't want Optimus to feel guilty." Sam added quietly. "I took the Allspark and I was the one who offered to help. You know he'd feel guilty." Sam watched Mikaela's face fall. "Don't tell them I'm most likely dying, just tell them I'm ill."

"You might not be…."

"I'm coughing up blood." As if to prove his point Sam had a coughing fit into a random wad of tissue. "That never bodes well." Mikaela fell silent for a moment.

"Want to… watch a movie or play some games?" Mikaela's smile was tight and her tone was sad but Sam nodded smiling. It'd be nice to not be treated like he was on deaths bed by someone.

In his ears the chimes played cheerily as Sam spoke to Mikaela. Sam didn't mention them.