Sparks
A/N: I managed a longer chapter, yay! This is, much, much longer then it was on paper. Before it was shorter then chapter two! LOL! This has been a very tough chapter to write. It has been written and re-written over and over. I'm not sure it's to my complete liking yet, but it's much more to my liking now then it was. The rest of the chapters are going to be even harder. Were moving on to the main plot now.
WARNING: There are a few curses in this chapter!
Last A/N: Sorry if there are any major errors in the chapter, as I was about to start my big look over before posting I got called in to work. So I am going to do a quick read threw and post.
Sparks
Chapter Seven: Hello
Sam already had a rental car waiting for him when he got to Nevada several hours later. He drove up to the first check point into the NEST base at around one AM and handed Army Private Ericson his ID and clearance badge. The Private took his badge while handing Sam the hand print scanner. Ericson paused at reading the name on the badge, his face going pale. He looked down at the handprint that appeared on his screen and watched the light beside the print turn green confirming Sam's identity.
Sam meanwhile had very carefully put his hand on the scanner, keeping all Allspark energy away from his hands. He did not want to accidently give the little machine life like he had accidently done to his computer while booking his flight. That had been awkward.
The private still pale and highly confused waved Sam on. "It's good to see you alive and well, sir!" Sam nodded, confused; before heading off towards the second check point. As soon as Sam's car was beyond the tall electric fence topped with a massive amount of bob wire Ericson picked up the phone and called the second check point.
"Tommy! Dude! This is Andrew; I think a ghost just signed into base!" Ericson exclaimed.
"Eric, man what are you on? There is no such thing as ghosts."
"Then how do you explain Sam Witwicky, whose memorial we went to yesterday signing in?"
"Are you serious man? Prove it."
"I just emailed the whole thing to you. Plus he should be pulling up to your check-point in about two minutes."
"Holy…I'm sending this file to the base; if this is a trick; then they need to be ready."
"Good idea, keep me posted." Ericson stated.
"Here he comes, will do." Private First Class Tomas Freehill said before quickly hanging up.
Sam pulled up to the second check point where he found Private Freehill staring at him suspiciously. What was going on? The guards at the check points usually barely even looked at him, let alone talk to him and give him strange looks. Could they tell something was different? Had he not completely covered the new still burning Cybertonian symbols he had found running up and down his arms?
"I need to see your ID sir." Freehill stated, eyeing him up and down. Sam handed him the ID and badge, after staring at both really hard, the private gave him a microphone for voice recognition.
"Samuel Witwicky." Sam said into the microphone when the light turned green. The light turned off for a moment then turned green again blinking twice. Sam handed the microphone back and the private was now looking a lot like the previous private did, pale and confused but he still looked slightly suspicious. Sam was waved through, and had much the same experience going though the third and final check point.
He parked in the parking lot nearest the Autobot hanger only to find Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Ratchet and Bumblebee practically on top of him immediately upon stepping out of the car. So quickly in fact that Ironhide had his blaster gun in his face before he could even shut the door. Sam looked up at them confused.
"Ironhide, what's going on? Has everyone on this base gone crazy?" Sam asked feeling really annoyed now.
"Who are you and why do you look like Sam Witwicky?" Ironhide growled. Now Sam was way beyond confused. The sense that he had entered another dimension was creeping up on him.
"I look like Sam, because I AM Sam, now WHAT the hell is going on?" Sam looked over to Bee.
"Bee?" Sam could feel Bee scanning his heartbeat and matching the sound to the sound Bee had been using to know where Sam was all these years as Sam's guardian.
"Everything matches! It's him!" Bee exclaimed grabbing Sam off the ground and away from Ironhides guns. Sam sighed and shook his head looking very confused himself. He could have deactivated Ironhide but he never wanted to do that. Talk about last resort.
"Something seems different about you though." Bee frowned looking Sam up and down.
"A lot has changed since we saw each other last Bee." Sam looked very sad. "My parents are dead, Bee. I was all alone." He whispered to his best friend. Bee held him close.
"I am sorry, Sam."
"Well, I promise to tell you what's different about me if you promise to tell me why the hell everyone is looking at me like I'm a ghost." Sam stated seriously.
"Deal," Bee nodded. And they began there trek indoors, Sam still comfortably in Bee's large left hand.