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EDIT: Hey, Beta Honor here. I just wanted to let you guys know that, due to the creative differences Devastator/Brawl dispute in the movie, I went with Brawl when editing this. Please do not harass the author for a change I researched and applied. Thank you.
--Part 7 Giant Robot Toy Death Match--
They had just left the Sector Seven base and were now trying to get as far away as possible from Megatron before he woke up. Not that it really mattered how far away they got since his alt form was a Cybertronian jet that would catch up in no time. However, it is the principle of the thing…anyway. They drove across the hot desert heading towards the city. The hot, sand-covered pavement of the road creating friction for the rubber tires of the cars. A small sand cloud behind them created by the fast speeds they were reaching.
-Will-
Will Lennox had never been more than a normal man. He had a job, a wife, and now a child. He had always done his job the way it was supposed to be done. So why did he have to be the one who had to fight the giant robots? Life could be unbelievably cruel to him sometimes. His baby had been born a week ahead of schedule meaning he didn't get to see the birth. A giant robot had destroyed his base in Qatar and now, now, they had to save the world. Just great….
-Bumblebee-
Bumblebee tightened the strap of the seat belt on his human. He still felt sore from Sector Seven but he pushed himself to ignore his aches and pains. There was a battle coming up and he worried for his human. Cybertronians were made for battle; they were created from birth with weapons to defend themselves with. Humans were not made that way; they were weak and fragile. It scared Bumblebee because he did not know if his human could survive the battle to come. He did not know if he could protect his human during the battle.
He feared for his human.
--Sam-
He had lived for many centuries in a dream-like state. Creating children and sending them out into the universe with no idea what world he was sending them into. Happy to simply create life, he had loved them. Then one day, the dream had broken when he had realized something. They had never once said thank you to him when he had healed them. They never spoke to him. Oh, they spoke of him but never to him. He had created so very many children, but he was so alone.
It had made him angry and bitter. It had made his ancient form want to crush everyone of them. He had created a child within his anger. He had been prepared to deactivate his newest child in front of them so they would see. So they would know of his anger. When suddenly the child had turned around and smiled at him, he had never felt such horror. What had he been about to do? He had almost killed an innocent sparkling. He had felt a great shame at that moment and had decided that this child would be given a gift he had never bestowed upon another before. He gave this child the gift of the matrix. So that this child would be able to bring light where there was none before. This child, his child, would do great things. He was later known as Optimus Prime and the All Spark had felt a great pride. Optimus would visit the All Spark. Sometimes he would just stare; others, he would talk about nothing of any true meaning to him, but to the All Spark, it was amazing.
Optimus would tell him of the great cities of Cybertron, outside the shrine's walls. He would tell him of great mechs, and their advances in science, culture and even medical care. Optimus, without his knowledge, had humbled the All Spark. His children, his children had advanced beyond anything he would have imagined. Optimus had humbled the All Spark but, he had also made the All Spark long for something more. He wanted to walk among his children in the vast cities of Cybertron. He wanted to see what a shooting star looked like. He wanted to hold his children in his arms. Most of all, he longed for this love Optimus spoke of. Yes, he loved his children and they in turn loved him. However…he longed for true love; he wanted to spark bond with another. He did not wish to be alone any longer. But with all his power, he could not possess such things. He was a cube of unimaginable power, yet he could not have anything that he truly wanted. He would forever be alone.
His distress had lasted centuries; time itself had seemed to merge together. He had called out to someone, anyone, to end his misery. To end this never-ending loneliness that had taken over his ageless, yet young, spark. Primus had answered his cries and had told him that he could end his loneliness, but it would come at a price. He had accepted without hesitation. Now, as he watched the Autobots rendezvous with them, joining their mad rush to get away from the Hoover Dam, he wondered if they would be angry with him.
Ratchet pulled up next to them and scanned Bumblebee. From the way Jazz swerved, Ironhide's engine growled, Optimus's horn blew and Ratchet scanned them a second time, either they were either shocked that the All Spark was in their possession, or they had just figured out that 'Bee had been tortured. With the way Ironhide was practically pushing one of the Sector Seven vans almost off the road and Optimus wasn't haranguing him about it, Sam would have to guess the second one. Ratchet scanned them a third time, making Bumblebee bleep at him in irritation. Sam snickered to himself but Ratchet interrupted his amusement "Hey! Don't think Bumblebee will be the only one paying a visit to my medic lab later, youngling!" Ratchet's voice came from Bee's radio making Sam sink down in his seat.
As the large group arrived in Mission City, Epps spotted a plane drawing the Autobots attention to it; they transformed in the middle of the street. "IT'S STARSCREAM!", yelled Ironhide. Starscream came in low and attacked, the explosion causing civilians to run in fear. Sam coughed from where he was lying on the ground and looked up in horror, to see 'Bee's legs missing. Bumblebee handed him the cube but Sam wouldn't take it, refusing to leave his guardian's side. At the same time, Brawl attacked the surviving human soldiers, prompting Ratchet and Jazz to engage the large Decepticon. As Jazz destroyed one of Brawl's rocket pods, Ratchet flipped and used his buzz saw to slice off the tanks left arm.
Captain Lennox shoved the All Spark into Sam's hands and ordered him to take the cube to the rooftop of a nearby, rundown building, in order to pass the cube to a military helicopter that would soon arrive. Ratchet and Ironhide volunteered themselves to protect Sam as he made his escape. Unfortunately, Starscream had other plans. He swooped down to block Sam's path, forcing the Autobots to engage him in a rather one-sided battle that left both of them damaged. Ratchet and Ironhide collapsed, and Sam had to continue on his own. They could only watch as he disappeared into the battle; the fate of the world on his shoulders.
Sam tripped, accidentally activating his old body and bringing life to some of the machines around him. They joined the battle in fury, throwing themselves at the Decepticons in a futile attempt to protect their creator. He ran into the building that Will had indicated, making it to the roof and lighting the flare. A helicopter came up to the side of the building, a soldier reaching out for Sam to pass the cube to him, only for the 'copter to be destroyed by Starscream. The other planes quickly attacked the seeker, distracting him. But, there was no one to stop Megatron from getting to Sam, when he stepped onto the roof. Sam backed away from the insane mech climbing one of the statues attached to the edge of the building.
Sam coughed, blood dripping down his chin; his time was almost up. 'Just a little longer' he thought as he clutched at a statue on top of the rundown building, hiding behind it, and trying to stay as far away as he could from Megatron. "Is it courage, or fear, that drives you, fleshling?" asked Megatron. Sam actually paused to consider it. Courage? Fear? No, what drove him was his will to make his dreams a reality. He would not give up now; not when he was so close. There was a mighty crash and Sam fell from his perch atop the building, weightless, only to be caught by Optimus at the last second. Sam became disoriented and dazed, he regained consciousness to Optimus's pleading optics in front of him, wanting him to shove the cube in his chest and end it all, Megatron above him raging that the All Spark was his.
Sam took a deep, rasping breath, blood dribbling down his chin. He did not notice Optimus' optics widening at the site of blood. It was time. Sam lifted his cube over his head and activated one of his most ancient protocols. The one Primus had created for exactly this moment. The street lit up brilliantly as the cube destroyed itself taking Megatron's spark with it, destroying him once and for all. Sam's hands and chest burnt, flesh peeling and scorching to the bone, making him scream in agony and pain. This was his price for the safety of his children. He could feel his body ablaze from the heat, tears of agony streaming down burnt cheeks. Then, when he thought it was all over, Megatron slammed one of his claws into Sam's chest in a last act of defiance against death, impaling him on his metal claw.
Megatron fell to the side, laughing as he tossed Sam's body into the air where he landed on a car nearby. Megatron's spark finally went out; his dark red optics dimmed to nothing as he died. Optimus stared in shock, got up and walked to where Sam's mangled body lay dieing on the hood of the car. Blue eyes looked up at him, clouded with pain.
"I'm so sorry, Sam", whispered Optimus, as he gazed down at the dieing human in sadness. Sam gasped in pain "Optimus, I gave you cough a great power and a hack great burden when I cough created you those many centuries ago. Gasp It is the key to freeing the decepti- cough cons from the virus that Megatron created that warped their minds into what you see today", Sam whispered, yet his voice sounded deeper, more ancient, and it seemed to echo across the battlefield.
"My last gift." And then the street was filled with a bright light, All Spark energy arcing across the streets healing fallen Cybertronians. Jazz's body, split in two, seemed to pull itself together from where it lay in Ratchet's arms, spark re-igniting in his chest. Bumblebee's legs repaired themselves, his armor becoming smooth once more. Decepticons healing from where they had fallen, coming back to life, they quickly retreated to fight another day. The newly created sparks that had fallen in battle reawakened. Then, it was over and as the humans cheered in victory, Sam was no more.
The All Spark had finally died.
The funeral had been a sunny day. The Witwicky's had never asked just why Sam had been given the funeral of a soldier; they had not needed to. The soldiers who had fought with Sam attended the funeral. They may have only known him for a short time but he had become part of their team. The bonds forged on the battlefield would never fade. The Autobots sat a little further away, not invited to the funeral but present all the same.
Sam's grave read: Sam Witwicky 1990-2007 A beloved Son, A soldier and Autobot. "No sacrifice, No victory".
Judy and Ron once again mourned for their son.
A survivor of Mission city drove down the road in his dented and scratched up car, which he was taking it to get fixed at a local shop. He turned on the radio to a pop station to get rid of the silence and distract himself from his own thoughts.
The dial tuned itself to a rock station all on its own.
