Warning: Crack, slight AU, post-DOTM, hinted gay, oil spills, fighting, gore, explosions, gore, cursing, brief sexual humor, major Spoilers, character death, ect.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: This was why Sam hasn't gone back in time yet…
"If I could, then I would
I'd go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low, I'd go wherever you will go
Run away with my heart
Run away with my hope
Run away with my love
I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart, in your mind I'll stay with you for all of time"
-"Wherever You Will Go" by the Calling.
This is potentially the last chapter.
Luthinea : If this turns into a movie. I would love to get the money for it.
ABundleOfDaydreams : Remember, Optimus is a Prime. He makes life a hell-load of a lot harder.
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Closer to the pillars, Ratchet heard the scream, "WE FOUND SAM!"
Looking over, he saw the human running, a bag hanged around his neck, waving at them.
After taking a nasty fall to the ground, he rolled through the dirt, grunting in pain. But Sam was never one to lay still, and he was already up on his feet to keep moving.
But watching Lennox run after him with Epps by his side, calling for aircraft to stop firing while they saved them...
"You better have a good reason for us coming here," Lennox greeted the teen that nodded.
"Where's Optimus?" he demanded.
"He's right over there," the Major replied.
"Got it," standing up, he was ready to move when Lennox held him back.
"Not with Air Strike coming in."
"Lennox. The only why we're going to win is with Optimus. I can revive him."
Sadly enough, he was interrupted as Jetfire came flying in, destroying all Cons near him, and Sam twitched his hands.
"We gotta run now," Lennox muttered back, understanding the situation, "You stick with me. Stay on my ass, understand?" he demanded.
Sam raised his caramel eyes, far to calm for the situation and nodded.
"I hope those F-22's have good aim," Epps muttered.
"Why?"
"Because I told them to hit the orange smoke."
Major Lennox looked to his right, "That orange smoke?"
"It wasn't my best toss, okay?"
"Viper. Thunder."
"RUN!" the two screamed, Sam following behind, eyes on his one, true goal.
And he got there, ripping the Matrix out of his bag, the adrelaline pumping through his veins like a racetrack, as he unconciously tired to rush himself. The taste of victory always so sweet on his lips and he's swallowing as the sweat drips off his tattooed body. And he yanked off the cloth on Optimus' spark cage, and raised the Matrix high into the air, ready to slam down onto where the spark is supposed to be!
The force came down, the hot wind blowing a heatwave to him, as the metal of the Matrix dissolved away in his hands.
Leaving nothing behind.
Brown eyes widened the bright blue light within them rapidly fading as Sam slammed his fist down onto the chest plates of Optimus and stood up once more.
He couldn't lose hope.
He can't let Optimus down.
Not any of them.
Because this was real.
This IS real!
A short rang through his chest, followed by two more, and he fell over.
He closed his eyes, the last vision of Lennox screaming and medics coming around him slowly fading away.
Then the light was blinding him.
"Oh, am I with Ratchet then?" he chuckled dryly, "Man, death isn't... so... bad."
"You're not dead," the soft reply came.
"I'm not dead? I took three to the chest," he stated.
"Samuel James Witwicky, did you not believe that it was all fake?"
His voice caught itself in his throat as he reconized the voices.
The Dynasty of the Primes.
"Oh. It... wasn't a dream, I know," Sam whispered back.
For some reason, he felt comfortable with them.
"Of course you feel comfortable, Samuel," one of them whispered, "You are one of us."
"Why is it that when I die, I can't stay dea-wait... What do you mean I'm one of you?"
Sam didn't like this at all.
"With courage and with sacrifice, the virtues of a leader, a leader... you are worthy of our secret. You always have been."
Sam looked up at the Primes, "Why can't I stay dead?"
"Because, you have much to live for. It is your destiny."
"No, I chose my own destiny, that's why I make promises," Sam replied, shaking his head.
"Then go, keep your promise, brother."
Sam looked up, and instead, all he saw was Lennox, looking back down at him.
"Y-y-you're alive?" he whispered, his voice nearly cracking.
Sam reminded himself that this was the only the second time he ever saw someone die and come back to life.
He needs to see more.
Sam worked his jaw, looking down and noticing that the blood wasn't stopping he sighed, and instead, grabbed the air around him.
Air that turned to the Matrix.
His lips slowly quirked upward at the side of his lips, a soft, almost sarcastic chuckle reaching through him body (the dying one, the living one) and ran up Optimus.
"Well, fourth time for Irish luck," he whispered, and vaguely wondered how many times he might have to go through this. "Wake up Optimus," he said, "I told you wouldn't stay dead."
When the Matrix plunged into the spark- Optimus' spark, the loud light burst through and Sam was pushed back into Military arms.
"Boy, you returned for me," Optimus whispered to his new brother, "Thank you."
And Sam, for the first time in this world, gave Optimus a real, genuine smile.
He gave a tired sigh, feeling some form of wet fluid staining his shirt, and he got a feeling that it wasn't urine, or sweat.
"Tired..." he whispered, relaxing further.
"MEDIC! Get back here!" he faintly heard Lennox called out.
"So... so... tired."
"You can't sleep alien-boy," Lennox whispered back, "Not yet, you gotta stay with me! Stay with me Sam! SAM!"
Sam shut his chocolate brown eyes from the rest of the world.
Last thing he saw was the Fallen coming by and taking the Matrix.
"Optimus. You're our last hope," he whispered.
The next time he opened his eyes, all he saw was bright lights.
"I just came back to revive Optimus, and then I just died again?" he groaned, "Why can't I just stay dead?"
"Boy, I am willing to help."
Sam knew that voice anywhere, and he was ready to panic too.
"Ohmygod! Ohmygod! There's another voice in my head, and it sounds like Megatron and I really don't want to be mind-raped right and now, oh dear lord!"
"-But I cannot. So stop panicking."
For a moment, Sam wondered if the relief in Megatron's voice was fake.
"I am not panicking," the male grumbled back.
"Sam?"
Ratchet looked down and the male, and Sam groaned.
"Light. Get it away," he groaned.
"Get the fucking light away, back off and let him breath!" Lennox's voice broke through as he looked down at the kid, "You alright, kid? You took a nasty shot."
"Yeah, I feel it," Sam rolled his eyes.
He sighed, and wondered why his parents weren't screaming, "So, where's Optimus and the others?"
"Going through debriefing," Lennox sighed, "We're just chilling and wrapping up now," he said, "And you're coming with us."
The male nodded, "Yeah, probably."
His eyes were starting to droop, as he took deep breaths.
"The symbols on you..." Lennox dropped his voice, "We covered them up so no one would notice."
"Okay..."
"And Sam?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you... You... saved us all... Again," the Major whispered softly.
A lazy grin came from Sam, "Thanks for believing," he replied softly, before dropping his head to the side.
Lennox's eyes softened at the sight of the banged up teenager falling into a blissful sleep, and silently, he hoped-hoped-prayed that the male would wake up again.
And then, maybe they'll be able to just enjoy life, and maybe, Sam would come eat dinner with his family...
Yeah, that would be nice.
that didn't mean that he wanted to be the one that had to tell him the truth.
That's it. Unless enough people come and ask me for another couple of chapter-or until DOTM, I'll give them two endings for Everybody Loves me.