Chapter 10: Iridescent

The All Spark sat, dormant and lifeless in its temple.

And it watched.

Watched as its creations destroyed each other. Numb to the screams, the pain, the hundreds of thousands of sparks extinguishing as the battles continued.

After many years, the All Spark could not sense the presence of its Creator, so it remained curled within its Cube, watching and waiting.

The temple, once a quiet, empty place became heavily guarded, filled with noises of echoing explosions from the outside world. Cybertronians calling themselves the 'Autobots' constantly passed it. As it could not see like they saw, it felt through their sparks. Some were filled with hope that the war would end, or perhaps the All Spark would awaken and they would not have to face extinction. But most were filled with sadness and loss. The ones who knew, deep down, this war would never end until every last spark had been snuffed out.

And suddenly it was moved. Not in the emotional sense, no. It found itself being physically moved by both mech and machine, at least that was what it felt.

It idly wondered exactly where it was going, having never been privy to leave the temple, not that it would have been able to in the first place. It found itself in a large building. This one felt much newer than the temple. And as it was settled into its new resting place, it could do nothing else but watch, and wait.

The day Megatron came, the youngest Autobot, Bumblebee, had been stationed to guard the All Spark. The moment the great silver tyrant forced his way through the walls, the young scout had sounded an alarm and did not hesitate before launching the All Spark into space.

Leaving the All Spark with its third rule; solitude does not bring us enlightenment, it is enlightenment that brings us solitude.

For millions of years it waited. Waiting as it hurtled through space, passing dead planets, whole solar systems and asteroids which occasionally nudged it into a different direction. Of course, the All Spark had no way of knowing this, being so far from Cybertron, it was even more so cut off from the outside. So, as it was caught in the gravity of one planet, the All Spark simply continued whatever it did as it waited, speeding towards the blue and green marbled surface below.

Impact did not hurt.

The All Spark had nothing to feel with. Being cut off from everything here was certainly different from simply being cut off from the world outside of its temple on Cybertron. There, it could at least feel its way through the many sparks of its creation. Here, on this unnamed planet, it could feel nothing, nearly less than nothing.

It was almost unnerving.

But still the All Spark waited.

One hundred years.

Six hundred years.

Two thousand years.

Eventually, the All Spark had stopped keeping track, as an energon signature had broken its concentration. A very familiar signature, one it picked out very easily.

Megatron.

So the last of the corrupted returns.

Except the signal continued moving, farther and farther away before it stopped. Unmoving, but alive.

So the All Spark could still do nothing but wait and wait.

Two hundred years later and Megatron was brought to it by the inhabitants of this planet, calling themselves humans. It had learned the name as the humans had developed their machines and electronic communication systems. There were many things it had received over the years. The information was most useful.

They ran tests on it. Measuring energy output, using their recently acquired technology, and creating mindless monsters from the mundane, common machines of Earth.

The All Spark knew when they had copied its own signature to track and capture its creations that it had felt falling from the sky. When their attempts proved fruitless, the humans destroyed the remaining false signal and continued testing on the original. Still only beginning to chip the surface of its mysteries, its power.

It knew when they, its warring creations, had converged upon this planet. It knew when they found it.

The youngest, who turned out smarter than the All Spark had originally believed, had forced its vessel to compress itself. An odd feeling, being even more cramped than it usually felt. The scout was handing it off to someone, not a native to Cybertron; the All Spark couldn't 'see' humans as it saw its creations. So to whom exactly, it wondered briefly, was it being passed to. It pondered for only a second as two shaky hands came into contact with its diminished container. Palms pressed firmly on either side, as though the human was afraid they would drop it.

Samuel.

It had never been touched by a human before this point. The ones from this facility only ever used prods or lifeless machine. But this, this was different. It was a strangely warm feeling, not a sense like with the sparks of its creations, but an invisible heat source reached through the smaller walls of the Cube and reaching the All Spark.

Had the All Spark been aware of such an emotion at the time, it would have said 'love', however, this had not been the case, so the first thing it thought upon contact was,

Mine.

It could clearly feel the crackle of energy in the air as the boy pushed it closer and closer to the snarling tyrant's chest plating. Now was more than a perfect opportunity to be rid of the last of the two pawns it had created. They were disposable, nothing more. The last pieces of evidence. Blasting its own energy towards Megatron's eager, greedy spark, it forced its way into his processors and made its fourth and final rule known to the mech in his last moments.

With infinite power, comes imminent sacrifice.

As its vessel began to deteriorate, it knew it had only moments before it would run out of container and be forced somewhere else. It knew it would not be able to remain here once its vessel burned away, and it knew Samuel would never be safe in this world.

So the All Spark tore a gap between worlds open, knowing it had to take Sam if this was its last chance. Simultaneously pulling itself into this gap and focusing on the small human, the All Spark built up its energy until it exploded outward in a silent flash of light. And it was then did the All Spark discover that humans were more like Cybertronians than originally thought.

Souls.

Like sparks they could be taken, moved or snuffed out of existence. Only the All Spark could not see this one. Simply feel the warmth that was so similar to when Samuel had first held it in its Cube shell.

The All Spark hummed in its newly made 'vessel' of glass. This small freedom was appreciated. It glowed softly, tweaking a building here or there, anything to make this city perfect as it waited for its human to awake.

A twinge of something flared up within the All Spark as it sensed the arrival of the Six Primes. Being careful not to injure Samuel in any way, the All Spark tore down the world it had built and stole away with its human once again.

The All Spark stared at its hands, human hands, as it physically spoke to Samuel for the first time. The sheer amazement in the sensations around it, the ability to truly see was near overwhelming.

And it saw him for the first time.

And he was beautiful.

The All Spark regained consciousness from the rather unfortunate visit from Primus. Shuffling to where it's human slept peacefully. It stared at the boy, now resting in its arms, as he breathed softly in and out.

Guilt filled silver eyes watched him stir and for the first time, the All Spark wanted to question its reasoning for taking the boy. Yes it could not, had never, denied what it was it felt for the boy. But…it wondered sometimes, were those feelings returned?

The boy stirred as the sun slowly peeking over the top of a building and the All Spark quickly pulled its mask of indifference back over its eyes.

Oh my, I'm alive! So many line breaks...dear God. Please don't hate me.

Argh, I'm not a fan of me right now. I'm not particularly pleased with how this turned out, but getting my thoughts onto Word is certainly better than dropping off the face of the planet, right? Anyways, this took a while to finish, probably because I've been busy with school and work and trying to do NaNoWriMo this year and failing miserably.

But what can you do?

I'll try to have the next chapter up soon, since its already been started…sort of.

Iridescent: Having colors that appear to move and change as the angle at which they are seen changes.

-DrHooksTowingandCo