Discoveries of the Lost Chapter 10, a transformers/beast wars fanfic

The pain didn't subside for three days.

And in that time Ratchet had established that Optimus and Sam were so deeply connected that the Prime was able to feel whatever Sam did. Which made the fact that the human was no longer in their possession more than a little bit troubling to the rest of the Autobots once Ratchet had explained things to them.

On one hand the Autobots and Will were ecstatic that Sam was alive. And on the other they had been horrified to know that their leader's life was tied to the fate of such a fragile lifeform.

But by the time the three days had passed, and Optimus was back on his feet again- When asked if he knew where Sam was...the large bot could only shake his head. He'd lost contact with Sam sometime during the second day and had yet to be able to really feel him again. Which meant that something had happened to cut off their connection a bit.

All he could say for sure was that Sam was still alive. And for the time being, that would simply have to be enough.

They started the search again. Beginning in the area where Prime had collapsed and started screaming, feeling that it was perhaps the best place to start. They had hoped to find some trace or clue. But all Optimus did was sit down on the bank of a drainage pipe, close to the murky water and just stare off into space for about an hour or so.

His actions were puzzling to them until finally at the end of the hour Optimus reatched into the water and fished out what looked like a torn pants leg and a black leather dress shoe that Will recognized as a part of the outfit that Sam had been put in when they had thought him dead.

After that nowhere they looked yielded any clues. It was as if Sam had simply fallen off the edge of the Earth...

(*********************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************)

Three years later-

She was late for work again. It couldn't really be helped this time since she had stayed up all night last night working on a new design for her latest pet project. She'd lost track of time at about six in the morning and hadn't been able to close her eyes until she went out for her nightly walk by the old abandoned military hanger.

The place that she had been dreaming about ever since she woke up in the hospital three years ago with no memory of who she was or how she had gotten there. She'd talked to the police, to her doctors. She'd gone out for walks and tried to remember what events had led up to her memory loss/trip to the hospital and kept coming up empty.

It was frustrating.

But then there wasn't much about her current situation that wasn't frustrating to her.

After her three month long stay at the local hospital, she'd had a number of questions asked. By the police, the doctors. She had contacted several branches of governement officals to see if she was a U.S citizen. Had her picture taken and shown on the news to see if anyone in the wide world knew who she was.

No one ever contacted her.

It was as if she had never existed at all.

Finally after two years she was given a new name, Saya Samantha Allen Erickson. She still felt odd about answering to it, but a name was better than no name. She had been given a job as a secretary in a law firm. Not bad for someone without a past. And started her new life.

And while it was good to keep herself busy, she still felt that she was missing something big. Huge even.

But for now she lived her life as best she could. And right now she needed to find her other shoe and get to work before her boss decided to hand her over to his crazy matchmaking wife again. She was fairly certain that she didn't want to know just who the lunitic woman had decided to try and set her up with this time.

Optimus came online earlier than he had expected too with a mixed feeling of frustration and dread as he caught the thought, Where the hell is that damn shoe? And automatically lifted one of his feet so that it was sticking straight up in the air, and checked to make sure that the thought wasn't his own. He was a bit relieved to notice that his feet had shoes built into them and sent Sam the slightest feeling of amusement.

Ha! Not my problem. He thought as he put his leg down and then lay there waiting for the next thought to cross his mind. He wasn't disappointed since he could literally feel Sam (wherever he was) freeze up and look over his shoulder as if he were expecting someone to be standing behind him or something.

Sam's mind quieted for a moment or two then the human all but mentally growled in frustration. Bastard. Stop being so smug and help me find my shoe.

Sam talked to him like he was a strange or distant part of his mind or something. Nothing at all like the familiar boughts of conversation they'd had before Prime had lost contact with him. Even though Sam didn't seem to realize that he was sharing his mind with him anymore, Optimus couldn't find it in his spark to be angry with the human.

After all he had realized three years ago when he had called off the search for him, that there was something very wrong with Sam's mind now. Prime had noticed it as soon as the connection had returned.

He'd felt it in Sam's complete and utter shock. His disbelief and confusion. His fear and helplessness.

He didn't remember anything about who he was. He didn't remember who Optimus, Bee, Will or anyone else was. He didn't remember saving the world (3 times). And it was because of all of these things that Optimus had known that it was futile to continue looking for the human.

If Sam couldn't recall who he was or where he was- Then having Optimus show up out of the blue with the rest of the Autobots would only cause more harm than good. However he kept that little bit of information to himself since he didn't want to hurt Bee or Will's feelings since they had been closest to Sam.

So instead he had simply lied and told everyone that Sam was safe (for now) and that the humans were taking care of him and that they would see him again once he was better.

And because of his bond with the human, the others didn't question him. They had simply agreed that stopping the search was fine as long as he kept them updated on Sam's condition via the bond. Prime had only agreed because he knew that he'd have a revolt on his hands if he didn't.

Bee and Will had had that wild look in their optics that simply chilled the larger bots oils in his frame.

Well- Sam's voice snapped in his mind, causing Optimus to smile a little bit under his mask at the impatient thought as he opened his optics. Are you going to help me find my shoe?

Have you looked under the bed?

Yes.

Well, if the shoe isn't there then I don't know where it is. Optimus thought almost cheerfully. Sam gave him the impression of having his eye twitch.

One of these days buddy- Sam thought warningly. One of these days, I'm going to visit a liscensed theropist and get rid of you.

You'll never do it. You need me to help you find your car keys, shoes, the TV remote and such.