A/N: Thanks for the suggestions! Here's more something from an idea someone wrote me.
Bonds. They are a very large blessing for the transformers and humans alike. With so many good things that have recently come from this new development one would think with the smaller less important not so great things everyone would be able to over look them. But the minor not so important things are usually in the eye of the beholder. And the minor not so important things seemed to be smothering Sam. He had recently found himself outside the base running through the part of the base that was designated for the humans who were still stationed at the base. The boy was not using his head at the moment it seemed so clouded with guilt and sorrow. And so he ran. Ran away from his girlfriend, His best friend, his bonded partners, the Autobots, everything. He didn't want any more of it. He was just a teen a boy he had his whole life….. that thought made him stop cold. 'My whole life….' he thought bitterly. 'My whole life is now forever…or might as well be. I'll go mad if I don't find a Decepticon to shoot me first from sheer boredom..' He was in a morbid funk that's for sure and he wasn't sure how to wade through the horrid sorrow and guilt that was edging in on his bad mood. He had successfully closed off all others link to him by filtering out their feelings from reaching him. He was done with their pity and sympathy. He wanted to cry but it wasn't manly he knew. He wanted to scream and punch something, but that wasn't civilized. He wanted to pain to stop….
Mikaela and the two Autobots had been in shock when Sam jumped up in the middle of there long in-depth over emotional discussion about the destination of Megatron's soul and then getting the news he'd live forever if he wasn't killed by some outside influence like the transformers. They felt the confusion and pain coming in torrents from Sam and they were all doing their best to comfort him and help him through it but his anger spiked at the in ability to make headway through the growing well of guilt and frustration. They were all trying to act as his life preservers but they couldn't force him to take it. The can only offer and until he was ready to lean into the support there wasn't a whole lot they could do. He was holding on to it for some reason that no one could fathom. And then he had just up and ran off. HE was gone and down the road and mixed into the other humans milling about the base. He had also effectively cut himself off from them like he shut the link tight from them. It was still there but he didn't want the others to feel where he was and he was finding a way to make that happen.
By the time the others had made there way out of the base and out to look for him they had no idea where to start looking. Optimus had heard the racket as they ran through the base and came to see what the matter was. Once informed of the missing boy there was a scramble to search for the boy. Ratchet, Ironhide, Optimus, Connors, and the bonded three were out looking for the boy. Ironhide put in a call to Lennox on his last day off to tell him what happened. He was NOT happy. Optimus was cursing in Cybertronian more so than he had in eons, and Ratchet grabbing humans by the handful to sort them all out to see where Sam was. Connors was running through the barracks looking for Sam asking if anyone had seen him. The bonded trio left behind were absolutely frantic. Bumblebee was about to tear the base apart and Mikaela was hot on his heels to comb over the leftovers. Jazz looked as if had just fought a 3 day battle with no recharge. The bond was driving them all to desperation to find there missing bond/lover/friend. They couldn't put into words what it was like to have a part of your spark, your soul, shut off from you like it was suddenly dead ripped from you. With only 3 days till the other Autobots arrived they did not need this. Ratchet had warned the others it might come to this though when he sensed Sam's on coming depression from the nightmares and the battle trauma. It was bound to happen.
Sam had managed to get pretty far in the maylay. He was on the edge of the camp along deserted side of the base. The back end of the base was set against a large hill that was covered in loose rocks and sand. It was a gentle slope with ridges along the way that looked semi solid. His confusion was driving him to flee, run, he had no one to fight, so he ran. There was a small hole in the fence that he looked at a moment. It looked almost as if he could squat down and step through it if he held it up… How convenient this was here just waiting for his escape, but the concern that should have been considered upon finding the fortuitous exit was lost on the boy. Sam made his way over the whole in the chain link fence.
Now they say everyone has a story and he, he had a whopper. He was born like any other man from his mother brought in to life in a hospital on the outskirts of Sterling Virginia. His parents were moderately wealthy and better to him than most rich parents are to their children. His mother refused to get a nanny for him as she raised him herself and his father worked decent hours and was home for dinner every night and available most weekends. He was followed by two other children raised in the same house that became happy healthy and good people. And him, they never could quite understand what they did wrong… They had tried every therapy every medicine, anything the help their son to control his growing obsessive nature. Once he found something that caught his interest it was as if there was nothing else in the world. He didn't eat, sleep, function beyond his obsession. In Jr. High his obsession was a girl named Dinah. She captivated him with her jet black hair and brilliant blue eyes and her smile that could melt a heart of stone. The girl was the joy of those around her and when she left the room it was if someone had dimmed the lights. When she left this world it was as if they brilliance had been sucked from the school. When she moved on she took a good piece of the those lives she touched with her.
When all was said and done her death was ruled an accident with no convincing evidence other wise her case was closed unresolved. It didn't matter what the police said though. Everyone knew. HE had done it… He followed her. Dogged her every step and stalked her to her dieing day. He had been the only one with her when she fell. His parents had sent him to college far away hoping he would find something that made him happy. And find it he did. OR rather it found him.
Randall Frondown received his PHD in mechanical engineering as well as bio chemistry. He was a jack of all trades in the science world. He was known for his wild theories of artificial intelligence. And Sector 7 found him irresistible. Once pushed through clearance by the heads of security 15 years prior to the shut down of his veritable utopia he had headed his department in the study of the cube's radiation on electrical devices. It captured his imagination and his whole being. It was who he was. The cube was everything. And the NBE, it was like his offspring. He loved his DNA based mechanical being as if he had spawned it himself. Most of the higher ups wrote off his odd behavior as an eccentric scientist however they were very very wrong. He lived, slept, and breathed his projects that stemmed from the cube's life giving energy. He could count on his two hands all the beings he had given life, some for moments others for even days until he terminated them as they became exceedingly violent. He was God then; he had been given all the power vicariously through his harnessing the power of the cube. And then….suddenly….It was all gone.
He remembered the boy his visage was burned into the backs of his retinas. He had taken it all. He took his cube, the source of HIS power, and his child, NBE 1. He and those NBE's that had come to earth so recently shattered his perfect life. But the cube had still been intact as far as he knew when I left the compound at Hoover Dam, and there had still been hope that they were going to at least bring his cube back. But then he had received news later that day after the battle that his cube had been destroyed. This alone was enough to break him in to so many pieces he might not ever find them all. But when he saw his precious NBE 1 he had cried. He cried for the first time since he was a babe. Being an oddly unemotional man the others had no idea how to comfort or any desire to comfort him as he wept over the damadged carcass of the dead transformer. When he heard that it was the cube's power that had been forcibly joined with his energy core that destroyed both he stopped crying and weeping, because then he was numb. The long days that followed were a blur. He didn't leave his house nor his bed. There was nothing left to live for the object of his life his breath his soul was gone. But the numbness gave way an all consuming hatred.
He hated the world that destroyed his Cube. He hated the city that destroyed his cube. HE hated the NBEs that destroyed his Cube. But most of all he hated the boy, the boy who had befriended the bringers of destruction to his whole existence. He hated the boy and that hatred twisted into a desire for revenge. But for everything he wasn't his intelligence and his long suffering patience made him not only crazy but dangerous. IT didn't matter any more how long he waited. He had nothing else to live for and his obsession had slowly turned from the cube to the boy. Samual Witwicky, he had come to finally know his name, was his now.
Randall had calmly went about his duties. Fake transfer papers and a new identity bought him a one way ticket into the base where the NBE's were supposed to have been setting up camp. He hadn't seen anyone or anything since he came but it didn't matter since he knew they were here. He was patient he could wait. Slowly he began to gather information about what was going on by being in the right place at the right time to over hear the current goings on in the sectioned of Autobot base. After the Witwicky kid had been transferred there couldn't believe how fortunate he was. He knew that his chance would come eventually and he would just wait till it presented itself. Using a pair of wire cutters he made him a back entrance to a deserted part of the base near a cave he had found on a scouting mission in his off time and began to set up a special place just for him and the boy to wait out any search parties that might come their way. He constructed a false back to the cave that looked and felt like it had been there since the cave had been carved out of the rock by the wind and the secret room in back was ventilated by a small vent that hit the top of the hill on the back side. It was perfect he has thought of everything, he thought. And then all hell broke loose on the base.
NBE's were everywhere. He kept his cool trying to find out what had brought them out of their base in such a panic. Then Connors who had been practically living with them had asked if I had seen a boy wondering around that fit the description of the Witwicky boy. When Randall told him no he went on to the next person. But Randall didn't waist any time. The boy was missing and he was going to find him first. And as his luck would have it, find him he did. He just followed at a distance as the boy jogged at a fast pace toward the back of the base as if hell hounds nipped at his heals. Randall followed at a discreet pace keeping him in visual range but not hearing. It was easy since he was so distracted and the base was in upheaval. And when he headed for the back of the base toward Randall's makeshift back door he almost burst with excitement. His boy was so close to being his! He was happy now to be so close. He could almost reach out and touch him. But he wouldn't until he was somewhere secluded so that the others wouldn't hear his screams…..