Sam's Snippets.
Back To Factory Settings.
Summary: A.U, alternate '07 Movie ending. What if the destruction of the AllSpark also damaged Sam? What if the AllSpark used it's power to save both the Cybertronian and the human, but cannot save them as they are?
Rating: T for safety.
Continuity: 07 Movieverse
Disclaimer: Dreamworks/Paramount and Hasbro own Transformers. I do not.
Back To Factory Settings.
As he saw Megatron towering above him, Sam knew that if he pushed the AllSpark into Optimus' chest that the Autobot leader would die, and the enraged Megatron would ensure that Sam would follow, and the rest of humanity would suffer too. He couldn't do it.
An idea occurred to him, one that could go wrong in too many ways. It was madness to even think of it, but Sam was out of sane options. Before he could allow himself to feel fear and bottle out, Sam darted forwards with the AllSpark held in front of him.
'You want the AllSpark, Megatron?' he thought grimly. 'Well that's exactly what you're going to get!'
At that moment the Autobot leader spotted the running human, and must have guessed his intentions.
"Sam, no!" he cried, but by then it was too late: Sam had thrust the Cube into the hole the Air Force had punched into the Decepticon leader's chest.
Megatron let out a guttural cry composed of pain and rage as the Cube made contact with his Spark. Red and blue gouts of energy flared within his chest, raced all along the surface of the Cube, and down the hands of the human, engulfing his frail form. Sam screamed as his body stiffened and began to shrivel, turning his head to look at Optimus although his eyes had shrivelled to nothing. As his hands withered, he dropped the shard that was all that remained of the Cube, and toppled to the ground, much as Megatron was doing. Starscream soared overhead, saw the scene below, and screeched up into the upper atmosphere as fast as his afterburners would take him.
Optimus took a step towards the human, but was stopped by Ratchet.
"Optimus, he cannot have survived that, and there is still energy around him. We do not know what those released energies might do to you, you might die too." Optimus lowered his head regretfully, knowing that Ratchet was right but hurting nonetheless.
"He was an unwitting innocent, dragged into this war through no fault of his own." he said regretfully. "He will be remembered by those of us who survived as a brave fighter, who made the ultimate sacrifice for us and for his own world."
It was only when Ratchet began scanning that Optimus realised something was going on, and he lifted his head again to look at the bodies of Megatron and Sam. What he saw made him stare and activate his own scans.
Blue lightning flickered around and over both the Cybertronian and the human. Optimus' scans registered AllSpark energy, an energy signature that all Cybertronians knew and had been searching for for so long they would likely even recognise it while in recharge. As he watched, the forms began to change, both in different ways.
Megatron was shrinking rapidly, not changing shape but reducing in size, while Sam also reduced in stature but seemed to thicken out. As Megatron's blasted-off leg began to re-grow, and his injuries filled with light and were healed, Sam's damaged flesh also began to change.
His skin darkened, swelled and then solidified, gleaming smooth and silver, the metal replacing his skin and muscle. His head swelled sideways and bulged upwards, as his facial features began to change and distort. Organic material was replaced by mechanical equivalents here, too, as his arms and legs thickened, his feet grew, his hands and fingers elongated, and his chest grew rounder and wider as Bumblebee drew to a half beside them, and Ironhide stepped up holding the two halves of Jazz.
"What the-?" the Weapons Specialist asked as Bumblebee gave a querying warble.
"I'm still working that out myself," Ratchet said, pointing to the two figures in turn. "That's Megatron, that's Sam. Sam pushed the AllSpark into Megatron's chest. They both fell to the ground. Then this began."
As he finished speaking, the lightning faded and died. Ratchet, not heeding his own advice, started towards the two clicking, wriggling figures on the ground, the two almost-identical mechs who only seemed to be about five feet high or so, but otherwise shaped like Megatron in miniature.
Ratchet quickly picked them up, one in each arm, and scanned them both briefly, then looked up at Optimus.
"It seems that Sam and Megatron have been turned into sparklings." he said. "Much preferable to the alternative." He passed the Sam-sparkling to Optimus while he tipped Megatron onto his back and inspected his plating carefully.
"All the damage has been repaired, his systems appear to be functioning at top efficiency, he's as healthy a sparkling as I've ever seen." he pronounced. He looked up at where Optimus was holding Sam in his arms, protectively but gingerly. Ratchet sighed and plonked the little Megatron into Bumblebee's hands, much to the scout's surprise, and moved over to adjust Optimus' hold on the Sam-sparkling.
"Move your arm up a bit, that's right, closer to your chest, he'll be warmed by your Spark," Ratchet said as he manoeuvred Optimus' arms into a position that made the sparkling feel safer.
"Oh come on, you're acting as if you've never held a sparkling before!" he said in exasperation at Optimus' clumsiness.
"That is probably because I have never held one, at least not like this and for this long," Optimus replied. Ratchet turned and gave Optimus a level stare as if waiting for him to say 'just kidding', then sighed.
"Okay. Hold it high up and close to your chest so it feels secure." Ratchet instructed, before picking up the tiny sparkling-Megatron, which whirred irritably, having been jolted out of the recharge it had slipped into in the palms of Bumblebee's large, warm, and reliable hands.
Bumblebee wasted no time once the sparkling was removed: he went over to where Optimus was still trying to calm sparkling-Sam and held out his arms. Handing over the sparkling, Optimus noted how he settled in Bumblebee's hands, before Bumblebee transferred the sparkling in a movement as natural as Optimus had ever seen, to the crook of his arm and began to coo. Bumblebee saw Optimus watching and said "What?"
"You seem to know how to hold sparklings, yet since we found you, you have been the youngest of our group. How do you know how to hold sparklings?" Optimus asked. Bumblebee blinked rapidly, and Optimus realised the scout was upset. What had he said?
"My Creators had two younger sparklings before the war began," Bumblebee explained. "I used to help my Creator care for them, he appreciated the help and said I was a 'natural.'" The scout paused again, shifting Sam, who was rapidly heading for recharge, to a more comfortable position.
"When the war started, life became hard for everyone, but it was the young who suffered first," he continued. "Our Creator was killed while holding the oldest, who also died, and I was left to care for the youngest." Again he paused, his optics dimming as he directed them towards the ground.
"I could not find enough energon to feed him with. For myself, the feedback from my Spark sufficed for my energy needs, but he was too young." Bumblebee blinked again. "He went into stasis lock, and then he died."
Optimus did not know how to react, but put a hand out to grip Bumblebee's shoulder. He was saved from having to utter some supposedly-comforting but likely useless platitude by Ratchet.
"We need to get them back to somewhere we can make sparkling-grade formula: may I suggest we ask Captain Lennox to ask for such a space, and some fuel?" Ratchet tapped his own chest. "I have the components I need to brew sparkling-grade in my redundant systems."
Optimus nodded, turning from Ratchet, and made the call to Captain Lennox. Within a half-hour, a place had been agreed, and Bumblebee moved into his position at the middle of the convoy as they rolled out, heading for it.
In his back seat, optics tightly shuttered in recharge, lay the curled-up forms of Sam and Megatron.