A Spark of Life

Epilogue

Three Months Later.

"Sam, that odd….item….you asked me to build. I don't know why you want it, but it's here. What should I do with it?" Ratchet asked over the base comm.

"Would you bring it up here?" Sam asked. "And ask everyone to join us in the control area? I have something I want to try. I can't promise it will work, but if it does, everyone should be here to witness it."

"Okay, but I hope this ends all the secrecy and clears up some questions, Sam."

"Don't worry, Ratchet. If it doesn't work, I'll explain everything. If it works, there will be no explanation needed." Sam assured him.

Ratchet sent out a request for everyone to assemble in the control area, and took himself-and his unusual burden-to join them.

"Okay, Sam, what is all this about?" asked Optimus. All the other Autobots were assembled-Optimus, Ironhide, Jazz, Prowl, Bluestreak, Mirage, Cliffjumper, Hound, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker. Those last two-also nicknamed "the Twins" (and "Those slagging nuisances" at times)-, had turned up within the last month, and the base had been much livelier since.

Sam nodded to Optimus, and gently touched the shoulder of his Sparkmate, Bumblebee. Once Sam had understood the term, he had been the one to approach Bumblebee and ask for the privilege. Bumblebee had agreed.

Ratchet approached, and pushed his odd burden into Sam's arms. Everyone stared.

"Is that-a Sparkling body?" asked Mirage.

"That's not funny, Sam, seeing as unless we find some femmes, there will never be any Sparklings ever again!" Cliffjumper complained. Prowl put his hand on the annoyed Cliffjumper's shoulder. "Let's hear what he's got to say or do before we start getting upset, Cliffjumper." he said.

"I want to try something. I really hope it works, and I apologise if it doesn't." Sam said. He laid his hand on the chest compartment of the Sparkling body, closed his optics, and concentrated.

Blue lightning began crackling around the hand he had on the Sparkling body. A crackling was heard, then a slight flash. Sam looked up and opened his optics.

The Sparkling body in Sam's hands moved.

Tiny blue optics opened, and whirring and clicking was heard. Every Autobot in the room could not take their optics off the little Cybertronian Sam was holding. Sam walked over to Ratchet with a smile. He placed the Sparkling in Ratchet's arms.

"I'd love to stay and look after it, but that was tiring. I need to recharge, but I'll be with you after that. Come on, Bumblebee, will you accompany me to he recharge room?"

"O-of course Sam!" stammered Bumblebee, quickly moving to Sam's side.

They walked out, leaving a room full of stunned, delighted, and grateful 'bots behind them.