Okay, I decided to continue with a second bit, okay? Grr,I need sugar... and I don't wanna do my math homework, it requires opening that god-forsaken book. Grr... Anyway, enough complaning from me, enjoy the ficcy! Did I spell that right? Eh, whatever: go on and I'll stop waisting your time, that should be spent reading the story.

Once again, I don't own Transformers.

Bits and Pieces:

Chaptertwo Bit:

Nightmare

Something seems so strange. I'm in the hospital waiting room; I've been here every day as long as I can remember. My dad just sat down next to me, his hands covering his face, I can see tears falling down his face. Why is he so sad?

"Daddy? Can I go see Mommy now? Is she awake?" More tears, what's going on? "Daddy?"

After a minute he regained his composure and whipped away his tears, he looks down on my, pulling me into a hug, "Spike, son… The… the doctor said Mommy's real sick; a lot sicker than they thought."

"Mommy's gonna be okay right? Right?" I can feel the tears pouring down my face.

"They… they don't know Spike… sh-she might… she might be going to sleep for a long time; a-a really long time. C'mon, yer Mom wants to see you before…" He stopped, I just can't understand what's going on, when he finally continued his voice was so shaky, he whispered, "She just wants to see you."

He walked me to Mommy's room, and let me go in alone, leaving the door open a crack. I walked over to her bed, she looked so thin and pale, dark circles were around her eyes, her formerly golden hair seemed to have been thinning as much as she was, her eyes closed and eyelids looking heavy. As I approach her, she opens her eyes, the brightness all but gone from them; they were now a steel blue.

She gave me a half-hearted smile, and whispered, "Come up here Spike." I crawled onto the side of the bed and curled up in her arms. She holds me close, like if I was the air she breathes. She strokes me hair, we stayed together in silence for a long time before voices were heard outside.

"Irving William Witwicky?" a doctor's voice whispered, it was low and almost tender.

"That's me- how does it look Doctor?" Daddy's voice, he sounded so lost.

"I'm sorry Mr. Witwicky; I don't think she's going to make it through the night. If she had just gone through the chemotherapy like we told her…"

"I know. I told her that it would give her a second chance, but… she wanted to give Buster a chance to live, and because of that she just…"

"It's good that you left him in the room with your wife, he should be with her until the end, as should Spike and yourself. Go in there, the four of you need to be together as long as possible. By morning she'll be dead." Their voices lower, I can't hear them now.

I don't know why I'm crying, I don't' want to let go of my Mommy. She strokes my hair a little more, like she does when I get hurt. "Mommy, why are they talking like you're going far away? Where are you going?"

She thought a moment then whispered, "To tell the truth sweetheart, I don't really know- no one knows what the place is like until you get there, what happens when you fall asleep forever. All we know is that it's peaceful there, and happy there."

"Aren't you happy here?"

"Of course I am, but sweetheart, I can't stay here any longer. My body's too ill, but when I get there, I'll be alright, and there's something my Grandmother told me when she was about to go there- she said "There's more I can do for you over there than I could ever do for you here." And I believe her."

"So when you get there… you'll see your grandma again?"

"Yes." Her gaze falls on my little brother Buster, and I look at him to, "Spike? I want you to promise me something. Please take care of Buster for me, I know you're dad will do a good job at taking care of both of you but… he's going to need me just like you're going to need me when I won't be able to hold you, keep you in my arms and tell you everything's going to be alright. I need you to protect him- okay son?"

"I promise Mommy."

"Thank you my brave sweet baby, I would also like you to tell Buster something when he's old enough to understand, I want you to let him know I love him, just like I love you and your father. I love you Spike." Her tears dripped onto my face, and before I can answer Daddy opens the door and sits with us, Mommy then whispers, "Go to sleep Spike. You need to sleep, I love you." Not long after I can feel myself drifting off to sleep in my mother's arms.

I feel a kiss on my forehead, Mommy's kiss, and open my eyes, but Mommy is gone, and Daddy is crying in the chair next to the bed. I walk over to Buster's little bed, and pat his forehead.

"It's okay." I whisper, wondering if he understands me yet. "Mommy went far away, but that doesn't mean she doesn't love us. I hope you understand that one day. She told me to protect you, and I will."

Wait, but I didn't protect him. He died in a car crash with his girlfriend Jessie, and her older sister who was driving them to the movies that night.

I failed Mom. I should've done something to save her- if I had maybe Buster would still be alive too.

No.

No. It's my fault. I'm the reason my Mom and brother died!

No! This can't be.

Mom! Mom where are you! I need you! Buster needed you! Dad needs you! Mom! Mom!

"Spike; Spike wake up. You're having a bad dream." Bumblebee? What on earth- Oh. Now I remember. I open my eyes to find myself on the floor of Ratchet's medbay, Bumblebee, Ratchet and Wheeljack looking at me.

"Wha- huh?" I remember now, I was waiting for Ratchet to fix Bumblebee when I dozed off.

"You were calling for your mom in your sleep." Ratchet informs me, I look up dumbstruck.

"Just a bad dream is all."

I tried to stand up, but Bumblebee whispered, "Who's Buster?"

I was quiet a moment, but finally said, "He was my little brother until about a year and a half before you guys showed up. He… he died in a car crash. How'd you-"

"You were saying that both you and Buster needed your mom, are you going to be alright?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about it."

Wheeljack nods towards the door, "You should go get some rest Spike, you too Bumblebee."

"Thanks 'Jack." I head out, walking toward the exit.

"Hold on Spike! I'll drive you home." Bumblebee calls chasing after me.

"Thanks."

I hope he doesn't try to talk to me; I really don't wanna talk about it. Too bad I'm wrong. "Spike? How did your Mother die?"

I don't wanna answer, but I know I have to. "She died of cancer about a month after my brother Buster was born; he hadn't even been out of the hospital yet. She had been in the hospital for four months before because she had refused the chemotherapy because it would've… Buster wouldn't have been born if she had saved her own life- she wanted to give him a shot, and because of me he never got that chance."

"How is it your fault he got in a crash?"

I bit back my tears, I have to do this. "He was supposed to be with me that night, but I told him off, yelled at him and made him go away. If I hadn't been so mean to him that night… then maybe… maybe he'd be part of the Autobot team too."

"Don't say things like that Spike- you know it'll all be alright. Okay?"

For a while I can't think of what to say, then whisper, "Like my Mom told me- you can do more for your loved ones in heaven then you ever could on mortal earth. Thanks Bumblebee."

He whispered, "No problem." He kept quiet after that, I can't help but wonder how many people that he loved died in the wars. How can he not badger me for crying over losing two people when he's probably lost so many loved ones.

I feel so guilty.

I'm so dumb.

Finished

Done. So whadaya think? Next I think I'll do annother 'Bee. Hum, I don't know. Anyway, RnR please!