Warning: Crack, slight AU, post-DOTM, hinted gay, oil spills, fighting, gore, explosions, gore, cursing, brief sexual humor, major Spoilers, ect.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Summary: This was why Sam hasn't gone back in time yet.

A/N: I AM FINALLY SO DONE WITH THIS AW YEAH. First completely multi-chapter story that finished the way I wanted to. So thank you to everyone that has been here the whole time, but here you go! This is the end. This is the last chapter. I did have fun with this story, and I hope you did too. Actually, I wanted to finish the story before the next movie came out so bam! Here you go.

(Can I just say that the new movie just looks like shit? I mean really, Michael Bay? REALLY?! You have to ruin Transformers even more than usual? YOU TOOK OUT MY BABY!?)

"I'm just the same as I always was.

Now don't you understand.

I'm never changing who I am."

- "It's Time" by Imagine Dragons

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When Sam woke up, with a couple of new bruises and cuts, he was pleased to know that everything hurt, but nothing severe happened to him.

Apparently, Bumblebee was stupid enough to risk his life and saved him from the worst of injuries.

Right now, he was in extensive care at the ruins of their once-magnificent base.

Lennox carefully watched Sam's emotionless face while he told him this. Sam nodded and then looked at the male. "How many casualties?"

"We lost three soldiers, but most of them will live to see tomorrow. If there is a tomorrow to see," he explained to the man in front of him.

Sam nodded, that made sense. "And of the Autobots?"

Lennox hesitated. "They're ship was completely destroyed. The remains touched back to the sea, but its not like we can go in and well, fish them out."

"So they're gone?" Sam asked him very quietly.

Lennox found himself unable to answer the man in front of him, but he seemed to understand. He turned towards the window, where the sun bled out into the sky.

The human All Spark, looked at the soldier in front of him and gave a slow smirk as he stared at the window.

To say that it didn't scare Lennox would be lying.

The Autobots were exiled. They were sent away when Sam was out. There were no last words for him to share with them. For them to share with him.

(What would he have said? What could he have said? This wasn't like back then. This wasn't his autobots. These weren't-)

For some odd reason, despite not being very close to them, Sam felt empty because of this.

(They're not yours. Sam. Stop.)

Things were still working in order, he tried to remind himself. He told himself this, he told himself that the this was the right thing to do and that everything will be okay. He was certain about it.

He had to be.

"They're probably all dead, kid. Their ship was destroyed."

"Oh," he said instead.

"You don't see very surprised, Kid," Simmons said, as the trio walked outside and Sam shrugged. He pretended that the movement didn't hurt.

(Nothing hurt anymore. There is just a constant ache, deep in his chest where the AllSpark (and all of his memories) decided to remain. Or maybe it was just regret. Constant regret and constant loneliness.)

"You can't honestly tell me that you thought the Deceptions wouldn't have tried something like this," he said instead.

Lennox and Simmons exchanged a look in front of him, as though he was blind.

Watching a ship, one that he knew contained all of the bots he ever cared about, fly out into the skies, and then exploding. That would have affected him. Actually, Sam would have bet good money that if he had to witness that again, he would have cried.

And that would have ruined plans 66-72 effectively.

So he steeled his expression. He knew better than this. He needed to hold up. He cannot break. (You can't break something that's already broken, afterall.)

He knew that this was okay. He knew that everything was going to be okay, and he knew that this was following their plan. (Plan numbers 48-81, actually.)

Everything would be okay. That was why he was here. To ensure that everything will be okay.

Sam forgot that Simmons became rich. Actually, he just sort of forgot Simmons in general. Gazing down at the book in his hand, Code-Name Hero, and gave a soft sigh.

He sort of hated how he still needed to rely on the man.

(It sort of changed his tactics for plans 20-75.)

"50 years from now, they're going to ask us, where were you when they took over? And we're going to tell them, 'Nothing. We just stood by and watched.'" Simmon's words echoed.

(50 years from them? Sam couldn't help but laugh as he saw his reflection. He was still a kid. Still treated like it. Still acted like it.)

But if he could rely on the man for anything, it was the fact that this man was addicted to the battles. Just like him.

"You ready to go?" he asked the ex-agent.

"I'm always ready," Simmons responded, just like he expected him to.

(Somethings really never change. It never failed to surprise Sam.)

It's how Simmons was at the base, a little more safer from the upcoming battle than the rest of the world, could help Sam out. Sam, who was standing in the wake of devastation they once called Chicago. Black smoke clogged up the skies. As though the skies had had blown the heavens into stars. And Sam stood by and watched as Decepticon ships flew overhead.

"You guys really went overboard on this."

"We still need to make it fun and realistic."

"I don't think those two adjectives should be used together like that. Especially for this."

"Silence Squishy. We have not-"

"Yeah, yeah. I get you, Megs."

"You will not address me like that-"

Closing the link between the two, the brunette took a deep breath. What was he doing?

Sam turned back to the desolation in front of him. This was it. this was the fateful day that he swore to live through. This was going to be the end. The end that he remembered.

(How nostalgic was this?)

"Listen kid, kid. Kid! You cannot go in there. You go in? There's no guarantee you'll even make it to the middle."

And then there was Epps here, by his side, for him to trust to watch his back. For a moment, Sam honestly believed that he wasn't alone. That he was never alone.

(How wrong would that be?)

Epps grabbed him by the shoulder, ensuring that the two would lock eyes. And Sam found himself staring at the man, who just like him, was there from the start. Who worked with the Autobots from the start.

"You go in there, you die. Why the hell are you so hell-bent on going in there anyways!?" the man yelled at him.

Sam quietly stared back at the man. "I lost something in there," he said simply, as though he wasn't standing at the center of devastation.

(Maybe the energy in there can get him back. Get him back to his time and his Bee and everything. Maybe. It was something that Sam couldn't help but hope for a little.)

"What? Like what? What did you lose Sam?! What could possibly be so important that you have to through that?! We have no actual weapons; we have no backup. Sam! What is so important to you that you have to go back in there!?" Epps yelled back at the smaller teen.

The brunette looked at the male, and something finally crossing his mind as he felt the energy and the sounds of Cybertronians (more Decepticons then Autobots) flooding his brain as he opened his eyes and turned back to the devastation of Chicago, with hope.

(It was a little funny how the sun still shined through, as though nothing would stop it from entering the city. Maybe that's how they should start acting more often too. Sam shook his head at that thought.)

"My humanity," he said. Hope ignited within him as he felt a smile peacefully pass by his lips.

Standing in the remains of Chicago, Samuel Witwicky felt hope for the first time in years.

It was a strange feeling really. It was complete, accompanied with the bright sun behind him and the wind gently blowing debris around. He looked towards Chicago and he couldn't help but think that sometimes, nothing changes. And sometimes, no matter what you do, it will still be the same. Chicago looked as destroyed and as dead as he remembered.

Epps stared in shock because the boy-if he could even classify as that anymore- he. Sam. His eyes flickered blue, Autobot optics blue.

"What are you-"

They were attacked, and shortly afterwards, the Autobots revealed themselves to be alive. Everything was going as according to plan, Sam noted. He felt, strangely enough, a little more relaxed when the yellow camaro revved his engine and Ironhide charged his cannons.

(How refreshing to see Ironhide alive in Chicago. Never though he'd ever see that. Never thought he'd feel so refreshed either. It was a good feeling. He didn't remember ever feeling this refreshed in a long, long time.)

He felt good, as he saw Jazz and Prowl share a fist-bump (something he knew Lennox and Epps taught them about in this world, but in his, he taught them that trick) before they loaded their weapons to the ready.

In the middle of the battlefield, Samuel Witwicky felt happiness. Did that make him weird?

He saw majority of the Autobots, alive and for the moment, safe.

And Samuel James Witwicky made the mistake of hoping again.

"Your ship blew up!" Epps yelled. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're back and all but... How?"

"We were never on the ship!" one of the Wreckers said.

"We designed the damn thing!"

A breathless laugh escaped Sam and he grinned at Epps, "See? We were never alone. They never abandoned us. They never-"

(They were never like him, Sam noted. They never betrayed their own. They never lied to their own kind. They loved their own kind, and treated them as such. They were never weak enough to be reduced to his methods of doing things. They were never like him, and never will be.)

He choked on his own words, and for a moment, Epps thought the boy was crying-that he did feel like a human. That the boy, who was so rude and cold and mean to everything that could breath, looked relieved and relaxed that the Autobots were here.

Epps, and he's certain that he wasn't alone, stared at Sam's happy grin and realized that this was probably the one time he had ever seen the boy so happy-or even this peaceful for that matter. It was a little unnerving for him. But Epps was pretty happy that the Big Guys were back too. And he was almost certain that he and Sam and completely different reasons to be happy (Sam had that special kind of happiness around him, it was less than just relief and more as though everything is going according to plan).

"Sam, we would never abandon you."

(The look on Sam's face, the boy was so surprised, and for whatever reason, that actually bothered Epps a little. Like come on, Sam, bros don't abandon each other.)

"Today, we bring the fight to them!" Optimus roared out.

Optimus found himself ready to battle his mentor. He knew that he had to do this. His mentor had betrayed everything they had ever fought for. That all of their allies and friends and brothers had died for.

For this?

Optimus punched an enemy, effectively shattering his faceplates against his fists, as he looked around the remains of Chicago. It reminded him a little of Cybertron, during its last days.

(Look, more similarities between humankind and Cybertronians, he dimly noted in his processors.)

How had things come down to this again?

He could still remember, with some ache in his spark, a time when he and Megatron were friends, brothers. Back, when they're battles were about who should have the last cube of energon, and back when they had great days of happiness and innocence, for both of them.

But look at where they were now.

After destroying one planet, their own planet, they were wrecking havoc in another world. This is what they have been reduced too, unsurprisingly. Optimus couldn't help but feel the constant ache in his spark intensified.

(Megatron put that ache there. Back when he started the Decepticons to battle against the Autobots and well. Optimus wasn't really willing to lose again. Especially not when this was a place that wasn't ever theirs. And it never will be.)

"It's the Prime!" he heard a Decepticon yell. He readied his axe for battle once more as his eyes narrowed down against the enemy.

(He was getting slow. And he's so tired. He wants to go back to those days. He doesn't want to fight anymore. He doesn't...)

"Do not attack him alone!" the yell came before Starscream landed in front of his men, red eyes gleaming at the Autobot leader.

"Yes sir!"

The remaining Prime couldn't help but notice the fact that the Decepticons were not fighting as dirty as they usually do (never as dirty as he saw some of the humans fought and it twisted his insides). He noticed how they were covering for each other. Like they were caring for each other. And well, that was usually reserved for the flying trio.

But no, there was Barricade yanking Devastator back and firing at Bumblebee. And Devastator twisting around to fire at Ironhide to protect Barricade and well. They're fighting to protect each other and it had been a long, long time since Optimus had seen something like that.

Then, he couldn't help but think that there was something else in this. Something that he did not know and it was a little frightening. As bad as it sounded, and despite how long it had been, Optimus Prime couldn't help a shiver of fear dulling his spark.

Fear. How long it has been since he felt this kind of fear? Since he had felt fear at all?

At the same time, as Optimus watched his men next to him, Jazz giving him a small salute, and turning back to battle Shockwave, and he couldn't help it. He felt good.

(Did that make him a bad leader? Worse than Sentinel? Sentinel just wanted what he wanted, to reunite their people together and revive Cybertron. But Sentinel also wanted to pay the price of the entire human race. And Optimus couldn't do that. Not to Sam or Lennox or Epps or any of their human allies-)

"Prime!" Ironhide jumped over to his side, covering fire for him so another Decepticon couldn't come and surprise him. "What's the matter with you!?"

"Ironhide," Optimus all but growled as he swung his sword at another 'Con that was aiming at Ironhide, "I could say the same to you."

The two shared a private grin. Something that they could only have after all these years of working together and fighting together. So Optimus turned and decapitated the enemy approaching him again.

He couldn't help it though, having his optics trail down and watch red optics shut down. Devoid of life and everything else, and condemned to never return back to life. (Or perhaps that was a blessing. To die in battle.) Not with the AllSpark being a human boy (and really, no one really understands how to use a human-or the All Spark, for that matter).

The human boy.

All of a sudden, a quiet dread washed over him and he jerked his head from side to side, searching with his optics. He strained his hearing because maybe Sam was in trouble and he needed help and what was he going to do if he let the man that save him die?

"Where is Sam?" he demanded aloud. He saw other Autobots flinch before looking around (some more frantically than others. Because Optimus knew, he wasn't blind afterall, and Optimus knew that some of the newer Autobots never liked the human boy because of how rude he was. But Optimus could swear on Primus himself that Sam wasn't actually like that. He just knew.)

/Bumblebee. Answer me. Where is Sam?/

/Optimus! The bridge! You must come to the bridge! Sam is-/ Bumblebee's voice was frantic. And then his link was shut down and Optimus felt the rage within him grow.

Several autobots shot quick glances at each other and despite everything, Optimus ran for the bridge. slicing and dicing all those in his way. And the last Prime ran through the destruction of Chicago for a human boy who never liked him.

(Or so he said. But why would you revive someone you never liked?)

"Prime!"

Optimus cursed as he was tackled down to the ground by his brother (but not anymore, they broke that trust a long time ago).

Then, a large piece of metal (probably the rails on the highway) was thrown in their direction and Megatron blasted it down.

Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, blasted down the piece of metal aimed at Optimus.

Had Optimus been a little more naive, he would have said that Megatron saved them. As if they were sparklings-brothers-back on Cybertron, before the war. Back during their innocence.

(Fighting for each other instead of against each other.)

"I thought you were better than that, Prime."

Optimus tried really hard not to gape, try being the key word.

"Megatron... What are you..."

"Decepticons! Defect!"

Optimus looked up. And imagine his surprise when the grinning face of Samuel James Witwicky, the living container for the AllSpark (or perhaps the AllSpark was taking refuge inside of him), came into his vision.

A collective groaning was heard before Megatron's voice barked out, "Do as he says!"

Then, the Decepticons moved to follow the order.

"What? Megatron?"

Optimus Prime looked up at his brother (because they would always be brothers, they were just in a really, really bad conflict right now). The mech had a large grin, almost feral, as he turned back to Sentinel.

In all of his time alive, there had only been two times he had ever been surprised enough to shut down all processes. Both times had been because of-

"Get up, Prime. We are under an alliance for now," Megatron said, pulled his brother back up to his feet as if the war had never happened in the first place.

Blue optics glanced around, and noticed how Soundwave was helping Ratchet up (and had this been any other moment, they would have laughed at the expression their medic had on his face), and how Jazz was being flown to the ground (almost gently, dear Primus) by Starscream. He watched in stunned fascination as Devastator picked Prowl up and set him on his feet and how the mech seemed to be utterly confused and lost.

All the while, Decepticons were grudgingly helping out Autobots. It was a little unsettling for Optimus, and the other Autobots seemed too surprised and stunned to do anything else but gape.

(How can they hit and beat and attempt to murder those who are helping them-and are no longer fighting against them?)

"What-?"

"Who do you think you are?!" Sentinal snapped back.

And it was then that Optimus noticed how Megatron was standing in front of him. The mech stood between Optimus, who had yet to get back onto his feet, and Sentinel, his former mentor. He had his back, open and defenseless in front of Optimus and a cannon drawn and ready to fire at Sentinel. What the hell was going on anymore?

"I am High Protector Megatron," Megatron introduced himself, "And Decepticon leader."

A loud laugh Optimus looked to Samuel once more. The human stood on a piece of rock, so that he was closer to Megatron's knee joints than the ground and he gave a grin. In one hand, was a cell phone, and his eyes were bright, electric blue.

(AllSpark blue, Optimus dimmly noted.)

"Would you look at that , Sentinal? What are you going to do now? I don't think you can really do anything anymore, now can you? That must be rough, losing so badly when you were so certain that you were going to win. This war may not have a victor, but you're definitely the loser," Sam said simply, as smug as he always was. He rubbed this into Sentinel's face though, carefree and definitely arrogant. As though he planned this whole thing from the start.

(Judging by the way Sam stood by Megatron's side, or perhaps it was more accurate to say that Megatron was standing at Sam's side, they have been planning this for awhile now.)

"No. No!"

Megatron charged his cannon and aimed at Sentinel, "You lost to a fleshling, dearest Sentinel. How do you feel?" His faceplates moved to show a grin matching Samuel's and Sentinel roared.

"No! You have not ruined anything! I will bring Cybertron back to it's former glory! I will succeed where my pupils have failed!"

Optimus flinched and he hesitated once more. He stood up, swinging his sword and Megatron growled at the sudden movement.

But Sentinel was a great Prime, and he kept that title. Megatron, try as me might, was pushed back by the older mech. And after being kicked aside, he tried to get back up. Red optics found Sentinel aiming his cannon at Optimus.

"Prime... Optimus! Move!"

"Hey Sentinel!" Samuel's voice broke through instead. "What's wrong? Are you going to pick on Optimus when everything was your fault? Everything had always been your fault. You're the reason why Cybertron was lost!"

Something broke in Sentinel in that second, and he screamed. It was a scream of terror, and everyone in hearing distance flinched at the raw sound of agony escaped the once prideful Prime.

"You. It's your fault. All of this was-"

And he turned, and fired at Samuel.

Samuel James Witwicky has no regrets. Jazz and Ironhide is doing well and alive, as far as he's concerned. They would probably live their lives long until they died of noble deaths like they should have (more Ironhide than Jazz though).

And well yeah, he wished he could have stuck around a little to poke fun at Ratchet and help the twins with their pranks. He wanted to talk to Optimus more about the world and every place he had ever visited. He wanted to go and stay in the comforts of Bumblebee.

He... He didn't really want to leave.

But there is nothing to stay for. He knew that. No matter what he did, or how he did it, it doesn't change the fact that he ruined people here. He had no relationship with them. No one here would want them to stay.

And he was okay with that. This was what he had to give up so that they would be safe and sound.

(But that didn't mean he had to like it.)

So when Sentinel turned to him, gun facing him, Sam couldn't help but smile a little because this was it.

Everything was finally going to be over.

He risked a look to Optimus. He was going to leave everything to the Autobot leader. If he and Megatron could pull through the opening he gave them... well, that was on them.

(Had Sam not known any better, he would say that Optimus looked alarmed, as though he didn't want Sam to die. But that wasn't possible. This wasn't his Optimus. This was this world's Optimus. And that made all the difference.)

And he sent on last note to Bumblebee.

(Screw everyone else, Bumblebee, in any world, is and always will be his best friend and his first car. There's a magic to that that no one could ever replace.)

Then, Samuel James Witwicky was nothing.

For a happy ending. Please stop here.

Eyes caught blue optics. And Sam gave a soft smile.

And then, in a link that Bumblebee never knew existed, deep within his own head, he heard Sam's voice.

"Thank you. You were always my-"

And in that same second, his body was gone. A single fire from the Sentinel's cannon, and everyone was reminded that Sam was only human. Samuel Witwicky was gone, dead, and not even a piece of ash remained in this world.

Bumblebee watched as the quiet Sam, who tried to hard to be alone and was always so confused when someone else cared, left this destructive world. The same Sam who did everything for him (did he really think that no one noticed?) and the same Sam who wanted nothing but everyone else to be happy and healthy. The Sam that was alone, and accepted it. That Sam.

The Sam that was snarky and knew exactly what to say to bring someone down, but never meant it. Bee would know, or else Sam would have left a long time ago.

(Like Trent. Like Leo.)

Sam had a choice and he stayed with the Autobots. Perhaps it was against his will, but Bumblebee didn't feel like that. There was something else. He was certain. (It was really hard to explain, but it made sense within his processors.)

And Bee couldn't find it in himself to be okay with it. He couldn't.

Something in Bee broke, or perhaps it was that it dimmed, and he snapped. Rushing to Sentinel in a blind rage, he attacked. Something raw and primal burst through and he went to kill.

Then, a sword slipped through right into his spark, and Bumblebee barely heard his name before everything turned off.

(It was funny because he could have sworn that Barricade called out for him, too.)

Bumblebee snapped awake. The shock ringing through his car as it shook.

Where was he? What was he doing?

/Bumblebee, are you alright?/ Optimus said.

Optimus. Optimus?

/Yes. Sir. I-/

God, his vocal processors ached. It hasn't ached this badly since the beginning, since before Sam.

/Are you sure you're alright, Kid? Do you need back-up?/

Jazz.

Jazz's voice was as smooth as it was a couple of hours ago and it was in this second that Bee finally realized that the world was at peace. There were no Decepticon ships flying through the sky and there was no screams of pain and agony. There was nothing like that at all. There was no suffering.

Impossible. It can't be in peace. This was a war. It was a battlefield. Especially Chicago. Chicago was being beaten down and torn apart-

But the sun was shining and the birds were chirping. There was a group of children walking around, probably skipping school.

/Bumblebee? Bumblebee, answer-/

/I'm alright, Optimus/ Bumblebee finally sent out, seemingly uncaring if he interrupted his boss.

"It's custom-faded?"

Bumblebee almost flinched as he realized who exactly was reaching over and grabbing him. He realized that it was Sam. It was his Sam.

It was.

Where was he then? Samuel just died. What was going on?

"But you said that the, 'Rider don't chose car. The car chooses the rider," Sam said, as though he never grew older from the first time they met.

Sam, he was an awkward teenager. He was a little shorter than he remember. He was wide-eyed and for the most part. And if Bumblebee didn't know anything about Samuel Witwicky, he would say that the male is normal.

And Bumblebee knew who he choose as a rider.

(Who knows who this is. Who knows what's going to happen?)

Maybe he's starting all over again. Maybe this time, he could change everything.

Maybe this time...

/Optimus. I am alright./

He was alright. Sam was alive. That alone makes Bumblebee happy.

(It's not like time-travel exists or anything.)

"Oh my!

Feels just like I don't try

Looks so good I might die

All I know is everybody loves me

Get down,

Swaying to my own sound

Flashes in my face now

All I know is everybody loves me

Everybody loves me!"