Title: Owls and Larks
Author: BlueLunacy7
Chapter Warnings: Sexual humor, badly rewrite action scene
Pairings: Bee/Sam
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, the any quotes or lyrics, or song titles in anyway, shape, or form. Basically, nothing you recognize is mine.
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Chapter 10: Mission City
Smooth seas do not make skillful sailors. -African Proverb
Behind yet another set of steel doors was yet another cavernous room with light so bright it hurt Sam's eyes. Sector 7 had kept their part of the deal, Bee wasn't in pieces, so Sam didn't have to launch a campaign of ass-kicking just yet, but he was restrained to a slab, with electricity dancing over the jerking yellow metal frame.
At first, it looked as if they were torturing poor Bee and Sam was quite ready to make sure Simmons could never reproduce until he heard the noises Bee was making. Noises Sam knew very well, noises that he'd got Bee to produce time and time again: cute little squeaks, squeals and warbling wails.
Whatever Sector 7 was doing to Bee wasn't hurting him…in fact, he seemed to getting….off on it.
"Bee, are you okay?" Sam called over the noise, just to make sure because this was just too freakin' ridiculous.
"…Ooh aah…Just a little bit….Ooh aah….A little bit more….Ooh aah…." The song trailed off as wail emerged from Bee as his metal frame gave a tremendous jerk and flopped back down onto the slab.
"Did he just…" Mikaela asked, flushing in embarrassment.
"That's what it appears." Sam replied blandly, rubbing his mouth and trying desperately to keep a straight face as creative uses of car batteries and jumper cables ran through his mind. 'Down boy, down.' He told his libido. "Are you done?" Sam asked Bee sarcastically, "Because we can come back."
"….Let me up, baby, I've had enough…."
"That's what I thought." Sam replied as the soldiers looked on in confusion that was slowly changing to understanding.
"Release it on my authority," Banachek commanded.
"He's not an 'it'!" Sam snapped, his mood souring as the techs in the room released the restraints on Bee.
Everything was fine, for a few moments anyway, until Bee looked Sam over. Once he took in Sam's bruised and battered form, he went from honey bee to killer bee in a blink of an eye. A strange mask slid over his face and with a lighting fast move, Bee scooped Sam up in one hand, holding him close, while other hand became a humming cannon aimed at the others in the room.
"Let the bodies hit the floor…Let the bodies hit the floor…" Blasted through Bee's speakers as he aimed his cannon at the humans who hurt his Sam, "Let the bodies hit the floor…Let the bodies hit the flooooor!..."
'Oh shit!' "Bee! Bumblebee!" Sam called, rapping his knuckles hard on the yellow armor to get his attention before Bee shot someone who was not on Sector 7's payroll, "I know you're pissed baby, it's totally understandable but Megatron and the Cube are here! We have to get it out of here before Megatron wakes up!"
Bee instantly headed towards the access door with a trail of humans behind him. Being carried by giant robot alien while he gave directions was the coolest experience Sam had ever had. Not only could he see everything, he felt completely safe Bee's arms. It only took them a few minutes to arrive at the Cube's hangar thanks to Bee's long strides.
The cube was even bigger close up and seemed to hum with power that made Sam's hair stand up a bit; it was awe inspiring, staring at another species' life force. But Sam voiced what everyone of flesh was thinking, "How are we going to move this thing?"
"..Lucky for you I'm a freaking genius..." Bee gently sat Sam down and looked up at the Cube for a moment. He retracted his cannon before placing his hands on a corner of the Cube. Light flashed and danced, the Cube began to collapse inward on itself until Bee was holding a much smaller Cube, which he held out to Sam.
Sam took the Cube from Bee's metal fingers and a pleasurable buzzing sensation dance up his arms and he shivered, "Hot Damn."
"…do you feel okay?.." Bee asked as he watched Sam with concern as he swayed on his feet.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay," Sam replied with a weak reassuring smile, tucking the Cube under his arm before turning to the others, "Okay G.I Joes, what's the plan?"
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"This is not a good plan." Mikaela commented from the passenger seat.
"Yes, I know, thank you for that." Sam glanced into Bee's back seat for what felt like the hundredth time. Sitting on one of the seats, looking completely harmless with a seatbelt holding it in place was the Cube. As Megatron began to thaw, it was suggested that they take the Cube to Mission City and hide it while the others who stayed at the dam attempted to send out a radio signal for military support to get the Cube to safety.
Nobody liked the plan. It was a stupid, sucky, desperate plan. On one hand, if they were attacked (which was looking more like a 'when' situation rather than an 'if') in Mission City, lots of people could and would get hurt. However, if they had better chances of hiding in a city and keeping the All spark out of Megatron claws.
So with an escort of Sector Seven assault vehicles, they raced towards Mission City and passed the Autobots going in the opposite direction. With the squeal of breaks and blast of horns, the Autobots did an impressive and probably illegal u-turn and joined the odd convoy. Having the strength of the Autobots made Sam feel a bit better about the whole thing.
Until he saw that their convoy had attracted some unwanted attention. "Oh fuck."
"It's the same cop!" Mikaela stated unnecessarily as a familiar police car blasted its sirens to clear the traffic as a military something was simply tossing cars that got in its way with what looked like a big fork.
The Autobots kept blocking the trailing vehicles, keeping them from getting too close until finally, one of trailing duo had enough. The military whatever-it-was suddenly transformed into a grotesque hunchbacked robot who proceed to skate along the highway and tearing violently through cars.
"Oh hell no!" Sam grasp as he watched out the back window as the grotesque robot slammed into Optimus Prime just after he had gotten through transforming.
"Will he be okay?" Mikaela asked as Bee jerked forward with a burst of speed.
"….Better, Faster, Stronger…." Bee answered, calming both their fears as they lost the unwanted tag alongs.
Moments later they arrived in amid the chaos of Mission city minus one Optimus Prime. From what Sam could tell, the communications black-out had taken its toll and people were losing their freaking minds, which made clearing the streets harder.
Sam and Mikaela climbed out of Bumblebee as a jet flew over head. Green smoke billowed around them as Epps used an old radio Captain Lennox had gotten from somewhere to try and contact the jet over head, "Raptor, Raptor, do you copy? We have your visual. Green smoke is the mark, provide air cover and vector Black Hawks for extraction."
The jet turned around and headed back, but gave no answer.
Goosebumps broke out on Sam's skin, something was wrong. Epps seemed to sense it too, "Please tell me you copy..."
"It's Starscream!" Ironhide bellowed suddenly transforming and scaring the crap out of everybody, "Back up, take cover! Bumblebee...!"
"Oh no, no, no, no, MOVE! Retreat, fall back!" Lennox shouted and everyone scrabbled to cover as Bee transformed quickly and helped Ironhide grab a truck to use it as a shield as the jet came closer.
"Back up! Back up! Incoming!" Ironhide shouted as the world became an explosion of color, sound and smoke.
The force of the explosion flung Sam backwards, hard. "Puss-sucking winged lizard!" Sam cursed the jet; not caring if was inappropriate. Coughing trying to clear the smoke and dust from his lungs, the sound of Lennox and Epps snapping at each other came first as the ringing in his poor ears faded.
"What the hell was that?" Lennox yelled, making Sam winch in pain.
"What are you talking about?" Epps shouted back.
"What do you mean, what am I talking about?" Lennox barked, "They shot at us!"
"That's alien!" Epps snapped back, "That ain't friendly!"
"Well no fucking duh!" Sam snarled as looked around the best he could from his position, his sore body protesting even that little movement, as the smoke and dust cleared a bit, the damage inflicted by Starscream was revealed, Sam caught sight of Bee.
Bee was slowly and painfully dragging himself along the pavement toward Sam.
"Bee!" Sam scrambled to his feet, falling painfully a few times, running towards Bee before having made a conscious decision to do so, his body screaming at the movement, and his heart in his throat before dropping to his feet when he surveyed the damage.
Bee's legs were gone; all that was left were stumps with sparking wires and leaking tubes.
"Oh god, baby, don't move," Sam told Bee before looking around, his voice rising to a shriek, "Ratchet! God damn it! Where the fuck are you?"
Sam was vaguely aware of Mikaela running off but he didn't care. Desperately, he tried to transform, getting only a sharp pain through his body for his troubles, letting him know that even with the antidote, it would still sometime until the Dragon's Bane wore off completely.
Frustrated tears filled his eyes as he tore his shirt into strips, tying off the leaking tubes the best he could, ignoring the burning sensation as the liquid dripping from them splashed into the cuts on his hands. What was the point of being bad-ass dragon if he couldn't transform when he needed to? Sam was completely and utterly helpless. To make matters worse, a tank was firing into the street. As the Autobots moved to intercept it, the tank transformed and the fight really began.
As Sam worked, Bee picked up the Cube which had been laying in the middle of the road and tried to hand it to Sam, gesturing for him to run. Sam took the Cube but told him, "I'm not leaving without you, so get that fucking thought out of your head!"
"Sam!" Mikaela's voice called out followed by a blast of horn as she pulled up in a blue and white tow-truck.
"Oh you beautiful girl!" Sam said with a smile and actually kissed her on the cheek before stating, "Let's get him the hell out of here!"
Sam went to put the Cube in the front of the truck when he tripped over something and fell on top of the Cube. He yelped in surprise as sparks danced over his body. The tow-truck next to him shuddered violently as the Cube's power danced over the metal frame.
"Shit shit shit!" Sam cursed, scrambling away as the tow-truck began to transform into a bulky robot, remembering what had happing at the Dam. But as he got to his feet, he realized it wasn't attacking and with a quick glance to the face he saw the robot had green eyes, not red.
"Help?" It asked, sounding very young and unsure, looking back and forth from the cannon Bee had aimed at it to Sam, "Help?"
"Yes, yes help us." Sam said coaxingly to it, hoping he had understood it right. That it was asking them if they needed help, "Our friend is hurt we need you to help us get him some place safe."
"Help." The tow-truck robot nodded and became tow-truck again, using its hook and chain to quickly and gently hoist Bee onto its back. Sam praised the tow-truck (named Longarm, though how he knew that he couldn't say) as he and Mikaela secured Bee.
As they were getting ready haul ass out of there, Lennox and his men ran up to them, "Sam, you got the Cube?"
"Yes-"
"All right, I can't leave my guys back here, so here, take this flare." Lennox said grabbing Sam by the shoulders, turning him around and pointed at a building. "Okay, see that tall white building with statues on top? Go to the rooftop, set the flare and signal the chopper, and set the flare..."
Sam's mouth went dry at the thought of leaving Bee and running through the chaos as a human but he didn't have a choice, if the Decepticons got the Cube, they would all die. So instead he asked, "What about you guys?"
"We'll hold them off. You need get the Cube into military hands or a lot of people are gonna die." Lennox replied before turning to Epps, "Get those Black hawks down here! That building, okay!"
Epps nodded, "Army Black Hawk, requesting immediate evac for civilian boy with precious cargo, headed to rooftop marked by flair."
"Sam, I will protect you." Ironhide reassured him, both cannons humming ominously.
"Okay, just don't step on me!" Sam nodded; he turned back to Bee, Mikaela and Longarm, "You guys, be careful. Longarm, take care of them!"
Sam took off towards to building, running as fast as he could. He was faster than any human even in this form but with the panicking people who would not get out of the god damn way, debris and the explosions all around, it was slow going, even with Ironhide thundering beside him.
Behind him there was roaring voice filling the air, "DECEPTICONS ATTACK!" But Sam didn't stop, didn't looked back, running from the battle and chaos. He had almost made it to the building, when Ironhide was blasted of his feet.
Sam staggered and fell when the ground beneath his feet shook, looking over shoulder and seeing an ice-less Megatron speeding towards them. Sam scrabbled up and called over to where Ironhide lay, "Did you die on me, Rust bucket?"
"Takes more than that to do me in," Ironhide growled getting up, "Get to the building, you mouthy glitch! Move!"
Sam ran into the building and raced up the first set of stairs he saw as fast as he could. He almost fell when Megatron slammed into the building, destroying the wall, taunting "I SMELL YOU, BOY!"
"Yeah well, you're ugly!" Sam shouted back as he kept pounding up the stairs, sweating as his legs screamed for him to stop and finally he made it to the top. With hands shaking so bad from fatigue he nearly dropped it, Sam ignited the flare. He couldn't help but smile as a helicopter appeared.
Sam ran to hovering helicopter at the edge of the building. Holding onto a statue with one hand, leaned out as far as he could as the solider inside the aircraft reached for the Cube. It was out of the corner of his eye that Sam saw a robot, one that looked like he'd once been a helicopter itself, land onto the roof of another building and take aim.
"Watch out!" Sam yelled to the chopper, pulling the Cube back and falling on the roof top as a missile hit the helicopter in front of him. He curled up with Cube to protect himself as the helicopter exploded. As Sam got up and tried to decide what to do next, Megatron came through the roof.
Sam ran to the edge of the roof, looking for a ladder or something he could crawl down on. "Damn it!" Sam cursed, seeing no place to go he turned and faced Megatron, who was now fully on the roof top. Megatron was a terrifying sight, each move he made screamed of strength and complete confidence in his supremacy, Sam could understand how Megatron had rallied troops to his cause.
"Is it fear or courage that compels you, fleshling?" Megatron asked in a voice that was suited for a villain that made fan girls melt as he prowled on the roof top.
"Does it matter?" Sam said as pulled himself onto the ledge of the building, clinging to a statue with one hand for balance. "I'm pretty much screwed anyway."
"Brave words. It is a pity you are flesh, boy. I could use one like you in my army." Megatron chuckled darkly, sending shivers down Sam's spine, "Give me the AllSpark, and you will live to be my pet."
"Kinky." Sam muttered before replying, "There's no way in hell I'll give you the Allspark!"
"Oh, so unwise..." Megatron purred.
Seeing no where else to go, Sam held the Cube close and prayed to whatever Gods were listening, before calling out tauntingly, "You want this cube, Megs? Come get it!"
Sam turned and jumped off the edge off the building before Megatron could grab him.
It was the stupidest fucking thing he had ever done in his goddamn life, which was probably going to end shortly with him as a greasy spot on the ground. Wind howled passed him as he fell, gripping cube as hard as he could. It was do or die now. If he did transform, he would live...possibly. If he didn't transform, he would die. Waves of pain slammed through his body as he tried to transform. If he didn't transform, Megatron would get the Cube. If he didn't transform, everyone he loved and cared for would die.
Eyes tightly close against the wind, he didn't see the tiny sparks dance over his hands from the Cube.
Something inside him shifted and he felt bodiless for a heartbeat…and shed his human form. With the same grace and flexibility of a cat, Sam landed on all fours; fully draconic with scales the color of fresh blood that raised up a bit, enough the now razor-sharp edges were visible. As he put the Cube between his teeth so he could run unimpaired, Megatron landed hard behind Sam and managed to grab him.
Sam gasped in surprise and swallowed the Cube by accident.
'Goddamn it!' Sam howled mentally, as the Cube made its painful way down his throat, 'My luck cannot be this bad!'
Until he got the Cube out he couldn't breathe fire or ice now, not without hurting himself badly. He squirmed, gnawed and clawed at the metal hands holding him, feeling some of his scales break off. Had Megatron not been a creature of metal, the scales would have lodged themselves in his flesh while the moisture from the spilled blood caused them to swell and dig deeper, making them almost impossible to remove without causing more damage.
As it was, they broke off uselessly and harmlessly, falling to the ground like gems glittering in the sun.
"Stay still, you little cretin!" Megatron growled as his hands started to pull in opposite directions. Sam felt the bones in back pop, which actually felt good for a few seconds. Knowing Megatron would quite literally tear him in half in a few moments, Sam spat on the hand closest to his head but it wasn't saliva that splattered slimily on the metal claws holding him but a highly corrosive acid.
Acid was last resort of any dragon, which why there wasn't much literature on the subject. Not only did it burn the throat and left an acidic aftertaste, it ate through just about anything, including dragon scales. It would take longer but it would eventually burn through to the vulnerable flesh beneath the scales. If the acid didn't kill, it was quite possible that the bacteria in the acid would.
"Disgusting thing!" Megatron roared as the acid hissed and smoked, Sam managed to wiggle out of the grip as the metal claws began to weaken, hitting the ground hard.
Before Megatron could grab Sam again, Optimus Prime scooped up Sam, cradling him against his metal chest, "Do you have the Cube?"
"Yesss.." Sam croaked painfully as the jolting from Optimus running made him feel ill.
"If I cannot defeat Megatron, you must push the Cube into my chest. I will sacrifice myself to destroy it." Optimus gently dropped Sam to the ground and turned to face Megatron, "At the end of this day, one shall stand... one shall fall!"
"You still fight for the weak! That is why you lose!" Megatron roared. "JOIN THEM IN EXTINCTION!"
The Titans tumbled together, crashing into buildings and slamming into each other as Sam tried to get out from under their feet. Jets above unloaded their missiles onto Megatron, narrowly missing Optimus. One jet in particular Sam could swear looked familiar…
In the pandemonium and chaos, both robots had ended up on the ground with Sam between them. Sam saw a gapping hole in Megatron's chest armor. If pushing the Cube into Optimus' chest would kill him….it would work on Megatron… then Optimus wouldn't have to sacrifice himself.
With that a plan in mind and before anyone could stop him, Sam charge the prone form of Megatron. Quick as a snake, he climb onto the monster's chest and managed to vomit out the Cube, holding it in his teeth as he slammed it into gaping hole.
It was like sticking his nose into an inferno of power. Megatron convulsed beneath him, trying to claw Sam off, bellowing, "I'll kill you...!"
'Not if I kill you first, asshole!' Sam held on, feeling the Cube starting to shatter in his mouth, the shards cutting deep into his tongue and gums. Finally, the power stopped flowing and Megatron stilled beneath him. Sam weakly lifted his head and spat some of the blood that was filling his mouth on to the sidewalk. Sam climbed (fell) down off the body of Megatron as Optimus got to his feet.
"You left me no choice brother," Optimus stated sadly.
'Brother?' Sam sluggishly as he stood woozily on his feet. He felt weak and sick as every part of his body screamed its pain at him.
"Sam, I owe you my life." Optimus declared solemnly. "We are in you debt."
Nah," Sam said shaking his head, stopping when he nearly fell over, "You're my friend, yeah? And friends don't let friends sacrifice themselves to stop an evil motherfucker with a stick up his ass who want wants to destroy the world 'cause he's an ass." He stated as his vision began to darken, "At least not without trying to stop it."
"Are you all right Sam?" Optimus' voice came distantly over the roar of the waves in his ears.
"You know, I really don't think so." Sam murmured as darkness swallowed him and he knew nothing more.
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Author Notes:
Songs used in this chapter:
Gina G: Ooh Aah...just A Little Bit
Drowning Pool: Bodies
Used Pretty Handsome Awkward
Happy birthday to meee!
So evil cliffy I know. But things will end well, I promise!
Thanks for reading!
-Bluelunacy7