A/N: And now all questions about Spike and his relation to Sam shall be answered. In a way....uhh...
*muAHAHAH*
Also does who wish to go to his funeral, give me a description of your appearance and I shall add you on the list and in the chapter.
EDIT: *AHAHAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh* Damn thing refreshed and I didn't save...GODDAMITTTT Took me freaking more hours to write this up!!! AHHHHHHHH! NO SLEEEP......*sigh*...
I hope you guys like this.
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Mikaela got up quickly, the explosion had knocked her back, slamming her into the unforgiving asphalt. The breath was knocked out of her lungs, reducing her into a coughing fit as she rubbed her eyes. She saw Bumblebee, the bright yellow bot was crawling. Why wasn't he getting up?
Then she saw his legs, what was left of them.
She ran up to him. "Bumblebee." During her brief stay with the Autobots, Ratchet had taken a shine to her as she asked him about how to repair Autobots. Her own extensive background with cars gave her a better understanding of their alt forms. A quick look over his chassis, told her how extensive the damage was. Not only were there pockmarks and burn marks, but he was missing good portions of both his legs. This was too much for her.
"I'll get Ratchet." She said, right before Ratchet zipped ahead and transformed. "Never mind." She gritted her teeth, searching the area for something to move a disabled mech away from the battlefield.
She spotted the tow truck and ran towards it. She smashed the window with a brick before hot wiring the car. From there, she reversed, and lowered the mechanism for Bumblebee to crawl up on. Hurriedly, she took the chains and started to hook Bumblebee up on it.
He was whining, the whirl and clicks were music to her ears. She was not going to let him die here.
"Girl we gotta move!" The solider boy, the one who was in charge, was running towards her. "Go!"
"I'm not leaving until I get Bumblebee hooked up!" She retorted, fire in her eyes as she finished up the harness.
She ran across the street, grabbing anything yellow, pieces of Bumblebee and stuffing it in the interior of the tow truck. It would be easier for Ratchet to fix up Bumblebee. It was then that she saw Spike. She knelt down, picking up the small robot.
"Oh Spike." She whispered, cradling the broken robot and placing it in the interior of the tow truck as well. She'd keep him safe until Sam can....
Wait...where was Sam?
In all her hustling and bustling, getting Bumblebee ready to move she had forgotten about Sam, the strangest boy she ever met. She turned around, looking for a familiar shape. She couldn't see him. The sounds of battle were getting louder, as more explosions rocked the ground and the buildings. Mikeala drove the tow truck out of the way and into a small ally, safe for now.
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He was walking in a barren landscape, full of empty streets and quiet buildings. He was trying to look for something but he didn't know why or who or what. All he knew that it was important.
Sam's tiny feet made no sound on the ground, he looked very out of place in this land of metal.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, looking around for this someone. Sam walked and walked before sitting down, tired. As he sat there, recharging, he heard the sound of a dog barking. The sound compelled him to move and keep on going, closer and closer to the sound.
His heart beat quickened, as excitement rose in his chest. As he turned a corner, he slammed into something hard, falling back on his back. Sam blinked, rubbing his head, before looking straight forward and then up. And up. And up.
[Alpha Trion?] Sam blinked and then looked at the other massive Cybtertonian. [Vector Prime?]
Alpha Trion knelt slightly, his huge optics focusing on the small organic boy. [Hello again, AllSpark] He sounded a bit amused. [I remember that you were much bigger the last time I saw you.] He laid out a hand for the boy to climb on before standing up.
Now that he was pretty high up, sitting on Alpha Trion's hand, he could see Vector Prime. The other mech nodded his head slightly. [AllSpark]
Sam patted Alpha Trion's hand. [You don't have to call me that. Sam is okay. I would prefer it.]
[Sam it is.] Vector Prime slow and easy going voice made Sam feel better, a bit relieved. [May I ask what you are doing here?]
Sam shrugged. [Looking for something. Or someone.]
[Then let us look.] Mused Alpha Trion as he started to walk. [With two eyes and four optics and a hand full of scanners we should be able to find what you are looking for.]
And so, the two mechs and one AllSpark went off, rabbit hunting or as they say Wabbit hunting.
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They were getting creamed out there. "Damn that tank just won't die." Epps hissed, putting more rounds in his weapon.
Lennox fired off a few more shots before ducking down. "I know. We gotta move."A few pot shots landed dangerously close to himself, making the man swear.
The other men from the unit managed to find a way to use the C-4 like grenades, timed grenades which stick to things. Lennox savored the look on the tank's face as the C-4 blew up all over the robot's arms and legs and chest. But the damn tank kept on getting up and asking for more. The other aliens were keeping the helicopter tank away from the general fray. Lennox was just itching to blast that shithead to hell.
But right now, they had to finish this alien off first. He glanced around, spotting the Cube. It was just sitting there, so innocent looking, just a few feet away from him, hidden by the 'dampening' field. Lennox picked it up, noticing a sizable hole on it. He turned to Epps. "Think you can run with this, dodge weapon fire and signal for the helicopters to get you out of here?"
Epps looked at him as if he were crazy. "I'm no good for that."
"We need someone fast to get this thing up to that building." Lennox pointed to the one with statues. "Move the Cube away."
"What will happen after that?"
"I don't know."
Epps nodded and spread the message.
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They seemed to have walked for vorns until finally Sam spots what he wanted to find. [Look. A dog mech] He scrambles off Alpha Trion's hand and onto the roof of a building, sliding all the way down to the ground. Sam hit the ground running, shouting something that wasn't Cybertronian.
"Spike!" The boy kept on running, not noticing the two giant mechs vanishing.
The dog mech barked a few times before racing off, this time Sam kept on running, chasing it. It felt important that he had to catch the dog bot. It just felt, right, to run and try to tackle that little annoying jittery mech down. And he did so, rolling over a few times, the dog mech carefully tucked in towards his chest.
Sam sat up, dirty and scratched up but happy as he held the dog mech. [Who are you? Why do I keep trying to find you?] He leaned in close to stare directly into the dog's optics. [Where is your creator?]
The dog mech barked before vanishing like a ghost. In his place, stood a boy with brown eyes and short brown hair. It was like looking into a mirror, save for the intensive glowing blue eyes that Sam sported. There was a sense of familiarity that he could not place.
[Who are you?]
The boy grinned. "I'm Spike."
"Spike." Sam said slowly, tasting the word. "I like it."
Spike smirked. "Yeah. I know." He reached out with a hand. "Want to play with me?."
Sam nodded. "Yeah let's pla-" And then he stopped, his hand halfway across the distance. "This isn't real, is it." He stated solemnly.
Spike shook his head. "No." He seemed genuinely pleased to play and wanted to but he couldn't."It isn't."
The AllSpark was so confused. "What is going on?" He wondered, looking around, trying to figure out what as real and what wasn't.
The other boy looked so sad. "It's me Sam, Spike. Remember?" Spike took a deep breath. "I won't be gone forever. I'll always be there for you. I wish I didn't have to leave you but I have no choice. You needed to understand and this was the only way. I'm sorry."
Sam blinked. "What are you talking about?" Images started to flicker before his eyes, of lightning and of pain. He grimaced. "Whu-Wha.." Then everything fell into place, the separation and of the fierce pain as a piece of his spark was ripped away.
He stepped forward, legs trembling. "Spike." Sam whispered. "Sector Seven." He could hear the screaming now, echoing in his head.
"By Primus." AllSpark said, an eminent breakdown occurring. Warm arms wrapped around his body, a warm body pressed to his own. Spike closed his eyes, his warm embrace the last thing he'd feel. "Goodbye Sam." It was good to be able to say his farewells one last time before the end came.
And Sam, hugging the other boy fiercely, feeling the joining of two Sparks whispered. "Good Bye Spike."
And then he was gone, leaving only a glowing child and pain behind.
Sam collapsed to the ground, panting and trying to keep his heart from crushing itself. Like a rubber band that had been stretched too far, it snapped back together, bringing with it memories and feelings. The sensation of being whole was lost in the pain of suffering and the agony of loss. While Spike may have been a part of him, he was still a separate being. Sam didn't know how to deal with this feelings and all he wanted to do is cry and weep, and scream at the world at the wrongness of this.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair.
"I'm leaking." Sam hissed, trying to clear his eyes with his small hands. It hurt so much, all the feelings and memories that were passed on to him. Spike was important to him, more than any being on the planet. It wasn't just the flood of emotions that Spike had, the memory packets that were settling in Sam's memory banks but just the thought of Spike being gone, forever that reduced Sam to a quivering ball of pain. Spike was his own individual and Spike was dead.
Hurts. So. MUCH.
A metal hand appeared, followed by an arm and a leg and a body and soon there stood Primus, the god-like entity who had a hand in creating the Cybertronians. He gently used a finger to tilt the boy's head up.
[Let it go] Primus then opened his hand up. [It will pass in time]
"Primus." Sam sniffled, climbing onto the big hand, holding onto a finger. As the hand went up, close to Primus's chest, Sam jumped into a niche, and curled up, the warmth of Primus's powerful spark soothing his pains. [Help me]
Primus spoke, his voice deep. [I will do what I can]. He did the only thing he could for this broken child, he suppressed the memories, locked it down until the timing was correct.
[You will understand his sacrifice.] Primus started to walk, back to the point of origin. [His death was meant to be. It is painful and it will hurt. I know you don't want this now but it can't be helped.]
Sam rocked, hiccuping and shivering.
[Right now you are needed] Primus stood before a giant cube and placed his hands on it. [Remember you are not alone and you will never will be]
The images of the other dead Cybertronians filled the landscape, all whose sparks had been reclaimed by the AllSpark.
The AllSpark glowed, making Sam glow as well. [I don't want to go.] Sam whispered, trying to get closer to the warmth that was Primus's spark.
[I know] Primus gently pulled Sam out of the niche and closer to the Cube. [But there is no other option]
The AllSpark glowed stronger, bathing Sam in it's light as it pulled the sentient portion of itself back into the Living World. Sam protested of course, trying to order the rest of himself to stop but it didn't work. He cried and shouted and screamed but nothing could be done. The main program did not care and it dragged the boy out and into the harsh reality of gunfire. It needed protection, it did not want to be used as a tool of war. It needed Sam.
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A/N: Hm...and now for coping...hrm..