A/N: I do Not Own Transformers. I Own Only OOCness and yadda-yadda-blah-blah, you get the picture. -_-
Note - This is one of very few non-HP x-overs I've actually written. Inspired by some other fic that hasn't been updated in an obscenely long period of time, I present y'all with it. Do with it as ye see fit.
COLLAR RULES
1. Decepticon's must be Evil and still all-for the destruction of the human race and Autobots. They just have a bit of a reluctant respect-spot for Sam, as a Warrior who was betrayed by his own "Kind" as it were.
2. Must Be Sam/Con Slash. Who you pair him with is up to you. I'd prefer Megatron, but that's just me.
3. Little to no Autobot Bashing is to be done by any but the 'Con's. Sam is NOT to be all "It's you're fault, Optimus" or "I hate you for abandoning me Bumblebee" or "Why didn't you find me? Did you even care?" with the 'Bots.
4. PTSD!Sam. Insane!Sam. TRAUMATIZED!SAM. He cannot be all hunky-dory after what I put him through, do you understand? My hard work will NOT end up giving him a happy little ending right away, he will NOT trust/feel safe/believe everything that's happening is real right away. Hell, have him flashback, hallucinate, and seizure, as long as you don't fix him, and when you do, don't do it throughtimeskips!
5. Dark!Sam, while I'm at it.
Unprepared
Prologue
Giant robots. Now that's an eye-catcher as the beginning of a story, isn't it? Giant robots. It was an eye catcher in real life as well. When my beaten up Camaro turned into one such robot, my world turned upside down.
Apparently, there's this big war going on, on a far away planet called Cybertron…And doesn't that sound like some B Rated Sci-fi movie? Anyway, there are these two factions of giant robots. The usual Bad Guy and Good Guy job, you know?
There are, the Bad Guys: The Decepticons. They are a bunch of robots that have this belief that humans are only 'flesh-bags' or 'squishy' and so are running around earth trying to steal our sun so they can have all of it's power and destroy the good guys. Funny thing about the sun: Without it's energy, we. All. DIE. But, that's the reason the Decepticons are the Bad Guys see? They're all for it.
Okay, Good Guys now: The Autobots. These guys are robots who believe that all life and beings that have free will should be allowed to live their lives unhindered by the War. They wanted to keep the war as far away from Earth as possible, but certain things came into play. Things that forced them into action.
My grandfather was one of them.
See, Grandpa Witwickey was an explorer. One day, in the arctic, he found the greatest discovery the government had ever gotten. He found the Decepticon leader: Megatron, frozen and in a state that amounted to robotic unconsciousness. They call it Stasis.
Well, when Grandpa died a few years later, he left me his glasses. Back then I thought they were junk. I even put them up on EBay in the hopes of selling them so I could get a car. Turns out they were worth a lot more then I would have gotten them for, anyway.
You see, when Gramps stumbled upon Megatron, he accidentally activated some kind of scanner, which copied certain, important information onto the glass of his glasses. So, when he died, guess who suddenly, and unknowingly, had the very important information? You see where this is going yet? If you do, congrats. I had no fucking clue. If you don't, at least I have company in the Realm of Cluelessness, right?
Anyways, so I suddenly had something that was very important to both sides of the War. Oh, right, you don't know what the information was do you? Well, I'm not really sure, but Optimus Prime, the leader of the Autobots, told me it had something to do with activating the AllSpark. The AllSpark was this bit of machinery that held the AllSpark, the power that created the Cybertronians. Their only way to save their planet, and reproduce. Of course, I didn't know that until later.
Ah, you noticed I said 'was', not 'is', did you? Well, that's a bit of the problem I have now. You see, when Bumblebee, my Camaro-Turned-Robot from earlier, introduced me to the Autobots, there were things set into motion that I and this girl I really liked, Mikaela, were forced to deal with. The government all but kidnapped us, really did kidnap Bumblebee, and took us all to this secret base in Hoover Dam, where they not only held the still-frozen Megatron to experiment on, but they also held the AllSpark. They were called Sector-7. The nut-jobs of the government, paid to do funky experiments they believed prudent, and to keep it all quiet. Area 51? Sector-7 dealt with it. Any people who stepped forward with information that touched, even briefly, to a Sector-7 case, disappeared. They could be some scary guys, let me tell you.
Well, they wanted to experiment on Bumblebee, but before they could, Megatron woke up. He was not a happy camper, I assure you. Mikaela, Bumblebee and I managed to escape with the AllSpark. But, we only made it as far as Mission City, where we were attacked by Decepticons and joined by the Autobots. There were army-guys there as well, so lots of explosions and people screaming. I'm not ashamed to admit I was one of the screaming people, half-of-the-time, at least…
Well, while the giant robots were fighting, I still had the AllSpark. Bumblebee got hurt, temporarily loosing his legs. Mikaela took care of him; I ran as fast as I could, followed by Megatron, up to the top of a really tall building. I was trapped, AllSpark in my arms, in the shape of a basketball-sized cube, on the corner of the buildings roof. Megatron told me to give him the AllSpark, and he 'might' keep me as a pet.
I don't do well with death threats.
I do even worse with threats of servitude to giant robots that don't give a shit if you stay healthy and happy.
So, I had three options. Option A.) Tell Megatron to fuck off and he squishes me. Not good. Option B.) Give Megatron the AllSpark, and MAYBE be stuck as his pet. Even worse. Option C.) Say fuck you anyways, and jump off the hundred-thirty-story building, most likely to my squishy death, but make sure evil robot doesn't get AllSpark. Hmm, choices, choices…
It's safe to say I jumped.
Why aren't I a squishy pile of gooey gore on the street, you ask? Well, Optimus caught me as I fell, and fell with me. Megatron followed. Optimus told me that I had to shove the AllSpark into his chest; that he'd sacrifice himself to stop Megatron. You know how when people say Sacrifice, it means more then dying sometimes, right? The loss of a limb, of a sense, of a loved one. The loss of ones humanity, sanity, happiness, life. Sacrifice means a lot of different things for humans. Well, when Megatron was crawling towards me, saying he'd kill me (See? Option B wasn't even a real option! Stupid lying robot…) I did the only thing I could think of. I shoved the AllSpark into the glowing middle of his chest. Into his Spark, his heart.
This was a very chancy decision on my part. I had no clue what the AllSpark was capable of. Any show of power I'd witnessed it doing was creating life. For all I knew, it would turn Megatron into some Uber Robot God, or something like that. What I didn't expect it to do was kill him in a blast of bright blue light. And I definitely didn't expect the surge of power that went though my body.
I never told anyone that part. That the blue light also went into me as well as Megatron. Luckily, I'm not a giant robot, so it didn't kill me. It just made me… different. My Reading Level and learning capabilities skyrocketed. I had to hide that, though. I didn't want the government after me, or Sector-7, which was supposedly disbanded. Yeah, 'cause the government never lies to us… Mikaela and I got together after that. We dated, made out, and I admit, we fell in love. Of course, she wouldn't say it until I told her, and I wouldn't tell her for the same reason. Drove her crazy. And then I went to college.
One of the biggest mistakes of my life, besides the AllSpark thing, but that comes later. Anyways, almost as soon as I get to the school, things started to happen. Alien Symbols no one else could see, roommate that's a Government Conspiratorial Chaser, Psycho Robot-Chick shoving a five-foot-long tongue down my freaking throat before trying to kill me. Megatron apparently getting his body back, almost having my skull cut open by this creepy little scorpion-like Decepticon doctor named Scalpel… Let's see, there was more…
Optimus died, and I really don't want to talk about that… I had to find the old leader of Sector-7 (he's a creeper, just so you know… and weird, obsessive, and did I mention a creeper?), then all of us, Mikaela, my roommate, Sector-7 douche-bag, and the Autobots, all had to try and find this ancient, Cybertronian artifact, called the Matrix, that would bring Optimus back to life. Of course, we had to find it before The Fallen did. Oh, he was once a Prime, a lord type thing of the Cybertronians, but he wanted to destroy the Earths sun so that Cybertron could live. His seven brothers disagreed, which was why he got called The Fallen, because he betrayed them.
Honestly, now that I think about it, I basically doomed the entire Cybertronian race to a slow genocide just to save my planet. I can kind of understand the belief that someone else's planet isn't worth your own, but I did it accidentally. They want to do it on purpose…
Anyways, The Fallen got to Egypt the same time, roughly, that we did. We found the Matrix, but it turned to dust. The army dropped off Optimus's body for us, and we made a beeline for it. Unfortunately, The Fallen called in some back-up in the form of, like, eighty freaking Decepticons. AND he cheated by bringing in my parents. Well, that just wasn't cool at all, so I had to retaliate.
I almost made it to Optimus, Matrix dust in a sock I had. Decepticons were trying to kill me; Autobots were shooting. Army-guys shouted and pulled Mikaela and my parents to safety. I was so close…
And then I died.
Oh, I had no idea it had happened. I remember sharp pain in my back and being thrown thanks to a shrapnel bomb or something. I remember the world going black, and then nothing but warmth. I found myself in a warm place, where nothing hurt, where I wasn't tired, where I had no real responsibility. There was a lot of gold and silver light, billowing around like clouds. I think it might have been Heaven, but then the spirits of the Seven Prime brothers, the ones The Fallen had betrayed, stepped out and spoke to me.
I was in Robot Heaven…
That should have been a sign.
They told me I had a leader's Spark. A lot of courage and honor. That they had been watching me for a while (Creepers…Just kidding) and were happy with what they saw. That I'd taken huge risks, followed my instincts, and faced death for my loved ones. That it was the mark of a great Prime, a gifted leader. Their words made me feel proud, happy, confident, and, for the first time since the AllSpark had been destroyed in my hands, I felt like I wasn't a freak.
And then they sent me back, and I knew what to do. I scooped up my sock of Matrix dust, and climbed onto Optimus's corpse. The dust transformed back into its original shape, and I slammed it into the dark place where the Prime's Spark resided. Like I had come back from the dead, so did he. He got up, one of my best friends, a 'bot I trusted with my life, and kicked Decepticon ass. He killed the Fallen and sent the rest of his followers running with their tails between their legs! He was a hero, and Mikaela and I made up and said the three-word bomb.
That was three months before she dumped me. She couldn't understand what was going on with me. I'd had that reading and leaning upgrade before; you remember that? Nothing compared to after I died. I had major problems trying to dumb myself down at school. I calculated things now: How many wrong answers would be average for a B/C+ student? If I did this computer program, would I find myself under scrutiny? I had to dumb myself down, and it took all of my concentration.
I never missed another E-Date since the first one. I called. I visited as often as I could. But Mikaela just wasn't happy, and that's all I wanted for her. I told her this, when she came to me to tell me we were through. All I wanted was for her to be happy, doing something she loved, with someone who could help her keep that happiness. We still talked, every once in a while. Her new boyfriend, David, is a mechanic who loved machines and made custom cars. They were happy together. I'm still kind of jealous, but it's something I can't focus on, just a little thing hidden in the back of my head that I'd shuffle into a Delete Folder later in life.
Now, without Mikaela in my life, I found myself spending more and more time with Bumblebee. We went on drives, and talked about dreams and ideas. I never told him about the mental-upgrade, and I'm still a little guilty about that, but I had no choice. The government was monitoring everything I did. I knew this, having found bugs and taps in my computers and phones. They probably had one in Bumblebee that he didn't know about yet. There was no place I could go that would be totally safe for me to just be myself.
I worked with it. I got a crappy laptop from a pawnshop, and hid it inside my backpack when I left with a violin case in hand. I learned how to play it in ten minutes. I was suddenly a musical protégé, but it was only because of the AllSpark's energy in me, it's computer-mindset picking up everything I'd ever known or seen of a violin and making my fingers go through the motions. It was actually kind of soothing, playing music.
Anyway, to the laptop. I fixed it up, until it was running ten-times faster then a computer of it's age and in its condition should be able to. I ran programs that slipped into government computers unseen and copied down whatever I felt like looking through that day. I had a copy of my own file, and of any file that pertained to the Autobots or Decepticons. All encrypted and password-coded with so many different algorithms that I didn't understand it. I didn't have to, though.
The AllSpark energy did.
Everything was going pretty good. I might have been a little stressed, a little snappish, but, other then that? Everything was good. And then Sector-7 caught me.
I can understand the Decepticons better now.
I really hate humans. Give me giant alien robots any day.
ONE
Pain is a funny thing. So is fear. Great motivators, especially when put together. Sector-7 knew this, and used it. I was tortured, experimented on. Made to fear, to hate. They wanted to see what would happen if they put this here, removed that there; electrocuted that. Well, the electrocution thing only happened once, because the power of fifty thousand bolts ricocheted off of my prone body and killed everyone within a hundred feet. It was labeled too dangerous to try again.
They killed me seventeen times. I was drowned, beaten, strangled, stabbed, shot, suffocated, and decapitated. Let me tell you, the last one was just freaky. No one thought I would come back from that one, but the dead Primes sent me back. Me head went flying across the room and reattached itself. I woke up and freaked out a bit. I mean, my freaking head was off! And then it was back! And let me tell you something.
Dying hurts. Coming back, though? Hurt's even worse. After the fourth time, I was begging them to let me stay dead. After the tenth, I was mostly insane. After the fifteenth, I was catatonic, locked mostly in my own mind, still aware but not apart of the world around me. After the seventeenth, something happened that just snapped my fragile mind.
One of the soldiers raped me.
Apparently, the scientists wanted more of an emotional reaction then anything else. Maybe they were just bored, or maybe just sadistic fucks. I don't know, but what I do know is that I'd had enough.
You know those stories, where the eighty-year-old lady lifts a truck off of her grandchild? Or the stories of the man who got shot point-blank in the head and lived? It was kind of like one of those 'Whoa…' moments when I fully realized what the soldier was doing to me. I just… Snapped.
Blue light ripped from me and I screamed, furious and insane, and the man just… Disintegrated in front of my eyes. The table, the room, the entire building disintegrated, people with it, and they screamed and ran, but my power caught them. I curled into a fetal position, eyes totally blue, lying on the sand of the desert the building had been in. Nothing mattered at that moment. I was blinded, temporarily, by the sunlight. It hurt my skin, but I had a very high pain-tolerance now.
I remember hearing the scream of a jet engine. I remember curling into a tighter ball, the AllSpark energy filling me as it felt some of its children getting nearer. I didn't care. I just didn't care any more. Megatron himself could have happened upon me, and I would have welcomed death with total happiness. I heard voices, and someone picked me up. It was a robot; I knew that, because the hand I was cradled in was huge. I felt the power settling down and closed my eyes. When they stopped tingling, I opened them again and slowly lifted my head.
Starscream's red optics stared down at me, wary and assessing. I stared at him with my blank dark green, wondering if he was going to kill me. I turned my head slowly, and saw that his two brothers, I don't remember their names, were beside him. I turned my eyes back on the Decepticon and sighed softly, laying my head back down on his hand. I closed my eyes and relaxed, slipping into the familiar blackness of unconsciousness.
For the moment, I felt safe, cradled in the hand of an enemy. I didn't mind. Safety was a comfort I hadn't had in a long, long time. I was willing to take it in any way I could. Even if it was all just an illusion created by the AllSpark in order to coax me into a false sense of security so that its' energy could heal me, yet again. Still, I let it.
It was, after all, all I had left that mattered in this world.
