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Bteathe

It had been meant as a joke or at least that's what Sam hoped. It was Trent and his friends after all and they knew that he could only go so long without fresh air didn't they. Didn't they? Panic began to form as Sam eyed the darkness around him. All he really knew about what had happened was that it had something to do with Trent and his friends. Hell he didn't even know where he was. All he knew was that it was small and dark and no matter how hard he pushed at the top of whatever he was in he couldn't get it to open. He couldn't hear the light voices that had been there when he had woken up and the gag that had been in his mouth had prevented him from calling out.

At least they had had enough sense not to put tape over his mouth so he was able to force out whatever they had stuffed in his mouth after a minute or two of work. They had tied his hands together. He had woken up on his back and had tried to push whatever was on top of whatever he was in off with his legs but that hadn't worked and now as far as he knew he was stuck. He didn't even know what time it was. He did know though that Bumblebee was probably freaking out right now.

He know Bumblebee well enough to know that his guardian knew that something was wrong when he hadn't shown up in the parking lot after he'd finished running an errand for one of his teachers at school. He had sent Bumblebee a text telling him that'd he be a few minutes because he was taking something to another classroom because Ms. Long was pregnant and wasn't supposed to carry heavy things. Bumblebee had sent a message back to let him know that he'd gotten the message Sam had sent him.

But now he wasn't really sure what was going on and he couldn't fell his phone in his back pocket. God, he hoped that it hadn't been destroyed by Trent or one of the jock's friends. How was Bumblebee going to find him if he didn't have his phone. Sam fought down the urge to panic and forced himself to try and breath normally. He'd be fine. All he had to do was wait for Bumblebee to find him. Besides if he knew Bumblebee as well as he thought he did he knew that it wouldn't take his over protective guardian long to call in reinforcements.

Hell he had probably already called in Optimus and the others being as paranoid as he was. Sam swore that when they found him he was never going to tease Bumblebee about being a mother hen again. Hell he'd probably end up a lot more paranoid after all this was over. Now all he had to do was wait for be to find him. Sam took a deep breath trying his best not to panic. Panicking in this situation would only lead to something bad happening. He tried for a moment to remember how long a human being could go without air only to stop a few seconds later because he was beginning to freak himself out. He had to keep telling himself to keep calm and not panic.

Needless to say as seconds ticked by like hours he was having less and less confidence in what he was telling himself. Was it a bad thing that he couldn't lie convincingly enough to himself to keep from having a major panic attack. Maybe if he tried to figure out what Trent and his friends had him trapped in it would help. There was something slightly important that his brain was trying to get him to remember but for the life of him he couldn't remember what it was.

It was something to do with Trent or with his family at least. Brown eyes shifted in the darkness that surrounded him as they tried to see anything that could help him. There was something so familiar about what he was in but it was almost like there was something from it that was missing. Like the last time he had seen the object he was trapped in there had been something else there. That missing something eluded him. Sam sighed and let his head tip back until it hit the wood of his current prison.

At least the wood was smooth and now that he thought about it he noticed that the wood smelled good. Like it was made of oak or something. Then that all to important fact hit him. The last time he had seen whatever he was in there had been fabric running along the sides, top, and bottom. Realization his him in the gut hard. He knew what he was in now. He was in an unfinished coffin. Trent's father made them in his wood shop when the morgue didn't have one that they family looking liked. He'd herd that Trent's father made them to suite the families desires.

He was in a coffin and more likely than not they had put something on top so he couldn't get out. Sam could feel his heart beating faster with every second that passed. Breaths came harder to find and he new that he was headed into a full scale panic attack and he wouldn't be able to stop it. There was nothing he could do. Fear had taken a firm hold in his brain and wasn't letting him regain control and calm down. His panic worsened when he realized that he was starting to have trouble breathing.

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Optimus fought down the urge to growl as he scanned his surroundings. Nothing, Still nothing and he'd been looking for almost half an hour. He knew things were bad when Bumblebee had told him that he couldn't find Sam. They both knew that it hadn't been a Decepticon that had taken the boy. If one had Bumblebee would have been able to catch the Con on a scan. No something human had taken Sam and now they couldn't find the boy and they were running out of ideas for places to look. They had tried the boys phone and so far none of them had had any luck getting through to the boy.

They couldn't even use it to find the boy. The only conclusion that he could come to was that Sam's phone had been turned off and that was something Sam never did. Sam's phone was always on when he was at school. Even if it was on vibrate Sam always found a way to answer within a few minutes. They couldn't seem to track him with it either at the moment. So they could only assume that something bad had happened to the boy. He wasn't sure where he should look next. He couldn't use Sam's phone to track him and Bumblebee, Lennox, and Ironhide had already checked all of the usual places that Sam might have been.

Where was he going to look next? How could he find Sam? It was then that he remembered something. It was a small detail that he doubted even Bumblebee had thought about. Sam's phone wasn't the only thing that they could use to track the boy. Sam had one of those portable game devices. That had access to the internet on it. If he could figure out how to get a message of some sort to that little device then maybe he could find him. Even if it was off Sam would still get it and he'd be able to follow the signal that lead somewhere other than Sam's house.

Chances were that he'd get two signals, one from Sam's phone, he could access the internet from that too, and one from the device, all he had to do was send Bumblebee to one and he could go to the other. Ironhide and Lennox could go to whichever one they were closer too. If Optimus had been in his bipedal form he would have smacked himself for not thinking about doing this before. It took only seconds for him to send his message and a few more for him to trace the two signals to both Sam's phone and his game system. Sending one location to Bumblebee he began following the one closest to him the moment that the location made it back to him. Needless to say he hadn't expected to end up in front of a carpenters shop. Optimus rolled to a stop in front of the disserted shop. It was closed.

Wondering if he had developed a glitch that had lead him to this lonely place Optimus ran a quick scan of the area anyways. It never hurt to be safe. The information that rushed back into his processor almost caused him to crash. The shop wasn't empty. There was a heartbeat there. One that was terribly familiar and it was slowing down. The program that ran his holoform activated in a fraction of a second and before the process was even complete he was pushing the drivers side door open in a hurry. Booted feet his the ground with a soft thump before Optimus was moving toward the door to building. Grabbing the handle of the door Optimus pushed. The door refused to open. It was locked from the inside.

Optimus only hesitated for a second before he forced the door open. He knew that he had probably just set off a silent alarm but he wasn't going to worry about that right now. Sam's safety came first besides he was quite sure that the owner of the shop would prefer a break in to a dead body. Optimus froze a few steps inside the door. Primus must really hate him. There was no other explanation for what was in front of him than that simple fact. Why else would the room he was standing be filled with a dozen places that Sam could be?

If Optimus was one for cursing he would have as he moved from place to place checking anywhere that was big enough for Sam to be trapped. "Where are you?" Optimus asked. As he continued looking around the room. He had cleared the room and hadn't found a single trace of Sam anywhere. There had to be some place he hadn't looked because he knew that Sam was somewhere in the building. He could feel it in his spark. Frustration mixed with worry.

"Sam!"

Optimus called hoping for some sort of answer from the boy. He didn't quite get the answer he'd been hoping for. Instead of a voice calling back to him from the corner of one blue eye he saw a door. A door he hadn't noticed before due to it's placement. Thanking Primus as he moved through the open doorway Optimus was sure that he'd find Sam in the next room. Whatever hope he had threatened to vanish as he got a good look at the interior of the room.

Coffins. The room was full of coffins. There was no way that he'd be able to find Sam in time with so many to look through. He was about to start looking when one small detail on one of the coffins in the back of the room caught his attention. That coffin had something resting on top of the lid. As Optimus moved towards the coffin he realized that the box on top of the coffin was filled with tools. It would be enough to hold the lid down but it wouldn't be to heavy.

It was something that should a person push hard enough against they'd be able to get it off with a little effort. That was if the person wasn't panicking and was able to think with a straight mind. He knew where Sam was. Optimus didn't bother picking the box of tools up off of the coffin. He merely pushed them off of the other side causing the box to his the ground with a crash and sending the tools inside flying as they hit the floor. Thankfully the lid to the coffin could be slid off and didn't need to be lifted. It followed the tool box to the ground seconds later.

"Sam." Optimus' voice sounded weak as his eyes landed on the pale form resting in the coffin. For a few brief moments Optimus couldn't move. His whole body was still as he looked at Sam. He had known when he had arrived that things would be bad but he hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected to find Sam like this.

All pale and still and Optimus knew he wasn't breathing but he couldn't make himself move. But he needed to move. Needed to get Sam out and try and get the breathing again before his heart stopped completely and all hope was lost. Shaking himself in an attempt to get rid of the shock that had stopped his holoform from moving Optimus was as careful when he reached into the coffin to pull Sam out. He had to stop halfway through in order to untie the cloth that was holding Sam's hands behind his back. Once Sam's hands were free he continued to pull the boy out of the coffin. Sam's body was dead weight in his arms. The boy's head lolling backwards when there was nothing underneath it to support it.

Optimus was careful as he laid Sam on the floor. Sam's condition was bad enough and he didn't want t do anything that might make it worse. Now all he had to do was figure out what he was going to do. CPR was out of the question. His holoform didn't need air in order to survive so it didn't actually breathe. Panic gripped the Prime's spark as he realized that for once in his long life he didn't know what to do. How the was he supposed to solve this problem when he couldn't do the one thing that Sam needed him to do?

Time was running out. He knew it was. With every second that passed Sam's chances of surviving lessened and he was stuck. Doing probably the only logical thing that had popped into his processor over the last few seconds Optimus placed a firm hand over Sam's chest a pushed. With any luck there was still air in Sam's lungs and if could get it out them maybe his body would realize that he could breathe again. It was stupid and the chances that it would work weren't very good but it was something. And he had to try. Pushing down on Sam's chest yielded a small reward. A small breath whispered past the boys lips.

"Sam. Come on Sam you can do it." Optimus said as he pulled Sam into his arms and gave the boys cheek a soft pat. "Please Sam. You have to breathe." Hope was running thin. Despair began to work it's way into Optimus' spark. He'd been too late and there had been too little that he could do. Sam wasn't going to make it. He'd gone to long without air and there was nothing Optimus could do to change that. He'd simply been too late.

If Optimus could have cried he would have. He would have cried for the friend that he hadn't been able to save and at the young life that had been lost. He could hear the sound of sirens in the distance and he wondered if he should stay or not. He supposed that it didn't really matter all that much. It wasn't like the cops could keep him in jail. The bigger question was what he was going to do with Sam. He didn't know if he should take the boy's body with him or leave him on the floor for the cops to find. No. He couldn't leave Sam there alone even if it meant he got into trouble.

The sound of sirens grew louder as the cops got closer to his location. Maybe that's why he hadn't noticed it at first. Something soft touched his neck causing the Prime to jump. Blue eyes going wide as he realized what was happening Optimus looked down. Though his eyes were still closed Sam's chest was moving. Weak breaths escaping the boy's lungs every few seconds. Wrapping his arms all the way around Sam's chest Optimus smiled as he watched Sam breathe.

He could hear men talking outside and he knew that the cops had arrived but he still couldn't bring himself to move. Besides cops would be able to provide Sam with help that he still needed. All he had to do was wait.

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Um. Ya. This is another one of those fic's that I don't know where it came from. I just kinda liked the thought of Sam being stuck in a coffin. For those of you who can't tell I have no idea how long the human body can go without air. I think it's a couple of minutes but like I said I don't know. Ya this one seems kinda wonkey to me but oh well.