A/N: Come on people, Jetfire and Jetstorm for the win!!!
It is a crossover now...with TF: A! My accents are terrible.
Hrm, nanites or cybertronian protoform as a base form? What to do with dear ol' Sammy boy.
As for people wondering how Megatron will die...has it ever occurred to you guys that Megatron might not die at all? Well....yet...*twitch*...Well yeah...maybe. It will be a glorious death for such a powerful leader.
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Meanwhile:
A sudden burst in transwarp energy, a crackling blue ball expelled two figures out before vanishing.
[Brother?] The blue figure flew over to his brother, nudging him. [You alright?]
The yellow mech groaned. [I sleepy. Away you go]
The blue mech flailed before tugging his brother. After a few seconds of tugging, the mech stopped and sighed. Looks like his twin really was going to go into recharge. He couldn't exactly blame his twin, they were just in a firefight when they got blasted through the transwarp field. The mech sat there, scanning the area. Might as well wait until his brother is finished charging.
Great, stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do, nothing to play and no one to play with. Jetstorm groaned, flipping over. He might as well find some planet or a Cybetronian outpost and contact Sentinel Prime. This was going to be a long solar cycle.
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It meant something, doing this, fighting for these small creatures meant something. It had to. Optimus always knew Megatron was more powerful than him, no sane bot would go one on one with the hulking figure that was Megatron but someone had to. Besides, Optimus had his wit and his rather insane amount of luck. Also, sometimes, when the logic circuits had nearly been rattled out of him, he would think his brother would put less force in the punches when he sees its his dear younger brother.
Or not.
Optimus stood, dazed, leaning against the building for support. The last hit really did rattle something. He could feel the burns on his chest plating, Megatron's fusion cannon always left a mark. Prime searched the area for his brother and raced off to intercept. When he went off the highway to tackle Bonecrusher, terminating the mech, he arrived late to the battle. Before, a long time before, he would have never ruthlessly killed another Cybertronian but times had changed. He changed.
As he navigated the streets to the battle field, he cursed how slow he was. There were times like this that he wished he could fly. The activity on the comms were hard to pick through, most of the messages consisted of 'watch out' and 'your aft is mine after this Ironhide!'. Ratchet was evidently having a field day.
The red and blue mech saw Megatron, it wasn't that hard, the mech towered over buildings, and launched himself at his brother. Staring into those red merciless optics was a constant reminder that no amount of logic or reasoning would make Megatron stop. It devastated Prime how far his elder brother had fallen, killing other mechs, torture and even destroying sparklings. It was going against everything Megatron swore to uphold as Lord High Protector, everything. Optimus worshiped his brother and the news that Megatron had turned his back on the Autobot command and left to make a new faction, the shock nearly placed Optimus in Stasis Mode.
It took some solar cycles for Optimus to deal with the fact that his brother was on the opposite side. It always had been Optimus and Megatron fighting for the same reason, the same dream. They were good together, spotting each others mistakes and correcting them. It was no wonder that Megatron ascended as Lord High Protector and Optimus as Prime. They were an unbeatable duo, save for the Autobot council who remained quite obstinate.
Optimus noticed Starscream just standing there, waiting, lurking like a vulture. That would actually explain Starscream's behavior, a jackal or hyena who waits for the right moment before striking. Optimus remembered seeing a file on Starscream, how the seeker used to be an excellent scientist, top of his field. What made Starscream change? Perhaps it was the same thing that made Megatron decide to take the other path and abandon everything from his old life, even his brother.
Prime gritted his dental plates, running as quick as he could, making sure not to step on anyone. From what he could see, the boy Sam was going to take a fall. He was not going to let that happen. He clambered his way between two buildings, jumping up and climbing towards the sky. Optimus reached out hand. Please don't let me be late, he thought as he heard the explosion as rocks rained down on him.
Please.
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Running was no difficulty for Sam, he was quite good at running and jumping and all things required in sports. It made his PE teacher weep in sadness as Sam repeatedly shot down all offers to join a sports team. Basketball, Football, Track heck even Chess. While the body may be human there was still a very smart mind in there. The mind ignores any of the detriments that the body may possess, pushing the body towards its highest peak. Underneath the clothing was a rather fit Sam and it showed as he dodged shrapnel, jumping off cars and using the buildings as footholds before leaping further forward. Not only was his physically fit, his mind worked differently. Sam's brain worked more like a mech, working out the living world in an equation and calcuating where things will fall and how fast, how quick. Some humans can do this, but not at the speed Sam's brain moves. Some mechs can do this, programmed with battle straedgies and tad high strung as well.
He wasn't moving as fast as he could though, the new feelings that wiggled in his belly were disrupting his ability to work, to think. Sam noted the slight decrease in speed, after this, he should start going back to his regular training regimen. A sound body made for a sound mind as the guro instructor said on television besides Spike....Sam stopped thinking, shaking his head. He needed composur and thinking about Spike wasn't going to help. His feet slammed into the ground, the noise voided by the loud stomping of the two Autobots running besides him.
He felt it first, the feeling of darkness tugging on him, on his power as Megatron landed, destroying cars left and right. Sam dived to the side, narrowly missing becoming a pancake as Megatron engaged the Autobots. Sam could feel a part of him reaching out, a query to Megatron before being denied access. The box glowed briefly, a response to Megatron's arrival. It had been so long since the AllSpark had been in the presence of someone with such a powerful park save for Optimus. Primus's spark was far greater than any so there was no comparison.
He slid on his ass, nearly slamming head first into a car. Sparks jumped out, hitting several objects and giving them the gift of life. Sam didn't exactly notice but when the Mountain Dew machine grew a pair of legs and starting shooting people, he glared at it. "Stop." Sam actually raised his voice, so great was his stress. "Hide." He ordered the machine.
The weight of power behind his voice made the newly made bot obey him as was the logic of obeying their creator. He and several other bots left, vanishing into the dark. Sam groaned, glancing at the box in his arms. [This was not a time for a prank], he muttered to the box before standing. He ignored the stares as he went back to his mission.
Sam deviated, running through an alley, taking a short cut. There really wasn't anything that could be done. He had no way of attacking, not that he would, and he couldn't stop them either. The AllSpark was incomplete and most of the defense programs required a command. He knew it was a rather stupid idea to play 'keep away' with the larger mech but what choice did he have? The AllSpark had grown fond of his adopted home world and it was partially his fault that the Cybertronians were here in the first place, to find him.
Sneakers pounded on pavement, a running leap was used to jump the fence as Sam ran desperately into the building. It was a church once, colored panes and religious markings on the wall. It was scheduled to be demolished some time ago. Well, now the tax payers are going to save themselves some money.
"I can smell you Boy!" Megatron's voice was low and it had a undertone of danger in it.
Sam didn't let up, going to the staircase. "You got to be kidding." He wasn't panting or sweating or tired, but as he stared up and up he swore. If only he had an elevator, if only. Sam took the first step with much vigor and the second, taking the stairs two by two as he tried to reach the top before Megatron got him. Fatigue was a human thing, something that could be ignored and processed.
He was at the top, panting. Putting extra energy in his running had sucked out more energy than he would've liked. True he won't end up like a wheezing bag of flesh like most people but he was reaching his limit. Sam could hear the rumbling sounds of brick and wood being snapped as something big moved through them. He spotted the black helicopters and waved. It was no use, he was on one roof among dozens of roofs.
They couldn't see him and he couldn't signal them. Sam ran to the edge, behind one of the statues, balancing precariously. One wrong move and he will be falling down for a long time before going splat. He looked out, seeing where the other roof was. Could he make it? Maybe. He ignored the words Megatron were screaming at him and the offer to be a pet.
Sam bristled at the words, he was not a toy. "The AllSpark is not yours to command!" With a grunt, he braced his legs against the statue, barely holding on. He could hear the shift of gears and the clang of metal as something hard slammed into the statue.
The timing had to be perfect, or else splat goes Sam
The nanosec the large object crushed the statue, Sam jumped, pushing off with his legs. As he predicted, there was enough air moving so quickly that it propelled him further. He was coasting, half way across, almost there......and then Sam realized, quite suddenly, that he had no means of floating on the air and as such, his momentum can only get him so far. The Cube flashed, responding to his sudden burst of fear.
What a funny emotion, fear was, it clawed at his chest and his limbs. It made his heart unsteady. The fear made him think things, like the time his caretakers discovered his minature fusion device or when they found out he took the car apart or when.....Sam gritted his teeth, as a lump passed in his throat. The fear he felt when Spike was injuried had came up, clouding his thoughts. It wasn't fair he thought, his eyes growing misty.
Sam flew through the air for merely seconds but it felt like hours, curled up so he would be propelled further. He had the cube to his chest, and he could see a mech on a roof to his right and down below, he saw Optimus, reaching out with a hand. Everything was going to be all right. The panic that threatened to seize control of him faded.
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Megatron roared, going to his jet form, flying off to where the AllSpark energy was coming from. He could see the little fleshling that held it, running on its little legs. "Mine!" He shouted, destroying objects left and right. "Give it to me!"
The little bug kept on running, speeding through the screaming humans with accuracy.
The Decepticon leader chased after, his long limbs allowing him to catch up quite quickly. He burst through the door of the building the fleshling crawled into, smelling the air. "I can smell you boy!" He could smell metal alloy, sweat and blood but no fear. He could tell hormones, his system filtering it through his sensors.
As he jumped, grabbing the sides for footholds as he climbed up. As he neared the energy of the AllSpark, he could smell the fear. "I can smell your fear BOY!" He shouted the last bit, his head poking through the roof. Megatron stood on the roof, easily noticing his second command Starscream.
Megatron took a second to glower. Of all the people who came here he would've wanted Blitzwing or maybe even Lugnut, moronic fool that he was. At least they were loyal. He could even ignore their personality glitches, the bunch of malfunctions. Megatron turned his head, his program detecting the AllSpark energy hiding behind a statue.
"Is it fear or courage that compels you, fleshling?" There was no response, what a shame. Megatron unwound his whip-like weapon. He had to admire it, the little boy had done what most bots had not, kept something Megatron wanted from him. Starscream didn't count.
"Give me the AllSpark and you may live to be my pet!" It was a good offer, normally it is death for those beneath him but this little child had a unique energy signature.
"The AllSpark is not yours to command!" The boy had the audacity to decline such a generous offer! How foolish.
"Oh so unwise..." He attacked, his weapon smashing through the statue. His optics caught sight of the boy and the Cube as the child flew away from the rooftop. "NO!" Suddenly, a small box popped up in his viewscreen, a command was made to him. What the...
Megatron leapt, he didn't know why though, and reached out, snagging the boy and the Cube in an iron fist. "Mine." He could feel the endless power of the AllSpark in his palm. "I WIN!"
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A/N: Cliffhangers are such fun.
Am I torturing you guys too much?
