A/N: Hi! This starts after the first movie and will follow through the plot line of the others but I will not be writing the actual movies themselves, I feel like most of us have seen at least one, if not all of them.

Disclaimer: Transformers is property of Hasbro, I own nothing.

Sam looked around the ruins of Mission City. He knew he should probably get to the others and definitely see a medic. He felt like he had a broken rib and with all the falling he'd done in the past 48 hours he had some serious bruising.

Sam sighed as he sat down on what used to be a sidewalk against the crumbling wall of some destroyed building, simply enjoying the warmth of the sun on his skin. Slowly, he allowed his eyes to close with the knowledge that he would get back to the others in just a moment.

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When Sam opened his eyes again it was dark. He was momentarily disoriented before he realized he must have fallen asleep.

"Finally awake?" Sam jumped a little as he turned to the source of the voice.

"Ironhide? What are you doing here?" Sam looked the Topkick over, seeing that he must have been repaired while he had been sleeping as just a few scratches and dents remained.

"When we realized you were gone there was a slight panic before Technical Sargent Epps mentioned seeing you headed this direction and I came to locate you. When I found you, you were already in recharge. I informed Ratchet who told me to simply keep an eye on you and wait for you to awaken." Ironhide explained. Sam sheepishly rubbed his neck.

"I just didn't want to get in the way." Ironhide sat there for a moment before opening his passenger door. Sam took the invitation and got in. He watched out the window during the short drive back to the temporary camp everyone had set up to collect themselves and await orders from the sec. def. Those that needed serious medical attention had been sent to hospitals and those that didn't were being treated and looked over at camp. Ironhide opened his door and Sam got out.

"I have informed Ratchet you are here. He will be here momentarily." Sam looked up in confusion.

"Why?"

"I would like to see what -if any- effects the Allspark had on you in addition to treating your injuries." Sam quickly spun around to see the yellow medic walking towards them. It was rather unsettling how silent the giant mechanical beings could be. The sounds of a transformation started behind him while a tingling ran through his body as Ratchet stopped in front of him and offered a hand. When Sam hesitated Ratchet gave an exasperated smile and said.

"I assure you Samuel, that I will not further your injuries." Sam blushed, slightly embarrassed at his hesitance before stepping onto the offered appendage. Looking back he saw Ironhide nod and turn to walk over to Will and some of his soldiers. Ratchet carefully lifted the boy up and walked over to where he had set up his make-shift med bay, placing him on an elevated surface. Looking around, Sam saw a large tarp covering what was probably Jazz's body. Sam felt his gut clench in regret. He hadn't really gotten to know him but if Jazz hadn't distracted Megatron, things might have turned out very different. When his eyes lingered, Ratchet followed his line of sight.

"He is not dead, you know." Sam's head snapped up to meet the medic's searching gaze.

"What do you mean?"

"Our bodies work differently than yours. While you fragile organics only have one body we can transfer our sparks to a new one if we want or need. In fact most sparklings go through various shells as they grow older and can handle more."

"Wait, so as long as you're spark isn't destroyed you guys are practically immortal?"

"Essentially yes, though there are many ways to extinguish the spark. One of them being energon deprivation, we were lucky to detect that Jazz was still online, and just in time, before he suffered that fate. I have stabilized and at least temporarily taken care of his spark. Repairing his body is going to be a hard, long and tedious process, but we do not have the resources to make a new protoform for him. As it is I am worried we do not have the recourses to truly repair him either." Sam looked back at the tarp, considering what he'd been told.

"I'm sure you'll be able to work it out." He paused, "But, what's a sparkling and what's energon?"

"A sparkling is our equivalent of a child and energon is kind of like both our blood and fuel."

"Oh, Ok, I guess that makes sense." Sam thought for a while before his mind strayed back to Jazz.

"What about memories?"

"Jazz's processor is fully intact; he should still have them all."

Sam still looked a little upset, "Memories make a person who they are. What happens when a processor is destroyed or damaged?" Ratchet smirked.

"Full of questions aren't we? As for memories, the important ones are imprinted in our sparks, the rest often have to be shared or are unfortunately lost."

"Oh" Sam shivered as he felt the tingle pass through his body again.

"Is everything all right Samuel?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, fine. It's just that that's the second time I've felt this weird tingling."

"You mean you felt that?" Sam looked up at the medic who put his knuckle to his chin and his other hand on his elbow in consideration.

"Interesting, you are the only one to show any sign of noticing my scans"

"You've been scanning me!?"

"I have merely run two scans to see the amount of AllSpark radiation on you and to start looking at your more minor injuries." Sam visibly paled.

"AllSpark radiation? As in Radiation!?

"I do not believe it will harm you and it is already dissipating at a surprisingly fast rate; it should be completely gone within the next two or three days."

"Oh, that's good." He seemed to relax a bit after hearing that and slowly walked to the edge of the platform he was on, peering at the (for him) long drop to the ground. Looking up Sam gave Ratchet a sheepish smile.

"I should probably stop wasting your time and go help Lennox and the others with clean up." Ratchet merely lifted an optic ridge.

"I was not aware you had seen the human medics yet." Sam shuffled his feet a bit. Ratchet took this as confirmation.

"Stay still" he commanded before initiating a stronger, deeper scan. Sam initially jumped as a visible light washed over him in accordance with a much stronger, bone-deep tingle. He tried not to fidget as the light changed colors and shades a few times, the exact sensation of tingling changing with it. Apparently he was still enough for Ratchet as he eventually stopped to look over the multiple scan's data. Sam sighed in relief and sat down unsure exactly what to do. After a few moments Ratchet glared at him.

"I do not know how you are not in a substantial amount of pain or why you were walking around as you have a break and two fractures in the bone of the thoracic skeleton, which certainly explains your shallow breathing, not to mention all your abrasions and lacerations, some of which are already infected and the fact that 83.47% of your body has contusions and ecchymosis. We are lucky that you do not have any hematoma though." Sam gave a very terrified,

"What?" To which Ratchet quickly looked online and amended with,

"You have one broken and two fractured ribs, cuts and bruising."

"Don't make it sound so scary!" Ratchet merely smirked before he started to gently tend to Sam's injuries.

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It had been a week since Mission City. For Sam, life had certainly gotten more interesting. The nightmares weren't welcome, but those could be dealt with later. He looked around and smiled. The 'bots, Will, Epps, Sam and Michaela were all at the lookout; a cliff with a beautiful view that was far enough away from an actual paved road that the 'bots could transform without worry if they wanted to. Starscream and Barricade were still out there and more were probably on their way, but right here, right now, life was good.

A/N: I know not the most exciting thing but it is my first story and hopefully will get better as it goes along.

Reviews are welcome. Please no flames, but constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Thanks!