Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I know that everyone might not celibate this holiday and if so then I am sorry if I have offended you. Truth be told I don't see much point in it other then a way for companies to make large amounts of money off of us but then again that is really all any holiday is now a days...

But enough about that. I am sorry for the long wait on this chapter, I find my time for writing is getting extremely small with everything that I need to take care of. But I will try and get the next chapter out faster. Now then, I have a few things to share with you. Nothing to important just things that I feel like sharing.

1) The new Transformers movie finally has a title and a plot! If you haven't heard by now it is going to be called; Transformers The Dark Side of the Moon. Personally I like the name, I think its kind of cool.

2) I went and saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows on Monday and it was AMAZING! It has taken over as my favorite Harry Potter movie and I can't wait for part 2 next July. If you haven't seen it yet I suggest that you do.

3) The Last Airbender movie was god awful and I wish I could scrub my mind of that horrid excuse for a movie.

4) Toy Story 3 was so cute! I almost cried at the end :(

Now then... on with the story ^_^

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The faint sound echoed over and over in his head and his chest. It never changed and never missed a beat. He hadn't been aware of it after he first woke up; the sound hadn't made its self known to him until two days after. It had started low; he had been hardly able to hear it. But now the drumming was much louder and seemed to fill up every inch of his head. He had tried to ignore it but it continued to grow in intensity. He had not told anyone else about it yet. It wasn't that he was afraid to talk to someone about it, the problem was he didn't really know how to start up a conversation that would lead to it. He supposed that the best Decepticon on the base to ask would be Hook, and from what he had seen of the medic since he had come to the Decepticons he felt that he could talk to him without being afraid.

Letting out a sigh Sam pushed himself up on the now smaller berth he was on. The one he had woken up on had been several times too big for him. The new one was more the size of a hospital bed and sat on top of the old berth. Swinging his legs over the edge he let his bare feet rest on the cool metal under him. A shiver went through his body at the cool contact. Sam would have covered himself with his armor but he had decided that after a week of wearing it that he would take some time away from it. With a small grunt Sam pushed himself off the berth and swayed for a moment before gaining his balance. He took a moment to stretch his arms out before moving to the edge of the berth.

Another shiver went through his body as the air of the room moved across his bare chest. He wished that he had some kind of shirt to cover himself with. As it was, the only clothing he had on was a pair of torn shorts. He had demanded at least that much after waking up and thankfully they had been given to him quickly. He had no idea where Hook had gotten them but he decided it best not to ask in case he didn't like the answer. Stopping at the edge of the metal table Sam tried to look around the med bay. He wasn't able to see much since his view was mostly covered by a large shade that was put around him to give him privacy. Another thing he was thankful for.

After a moment he decided that it was pointless trying to see where Hook was, so instead he began to call for him in the hopes that he would be close by to hear it.

"Hook?" He paused for a moment listening for the sound of approaching footsteps. "Hook!" He called louder than before.

There was still silence in the room and Sam let out a heavy sigh. He rubbed at his temples trying to will his headache to go away. The drum beat in his head continued to pound only serving to increase his headache. A small groan fell came from his throat as a particularly sharp throb of pain ran through his head. He needed to get down from the berth. He figured that it was because he had been stuck on top of it for the past two days and it was driving him crazy.

"If I get off of here that will help." He thought to himself. He knew that in reality getting off of the berth had no real effect on his headache but he still needed to get down and thinking that made him feel better.

He didn't bother looking for a way down, he knew that the only way for him to get down was to be picked up and sat on the floor. Or at least that had been the only way down. A very faint smile touched his lips as he remembered his odd dream, if it was in fact a dream at all. He knew that he was about to break his self promise to not use his armor for a while but he didn't care at the moment. Taking a small breath Sam willed the black substance running through his body to come out. He was surprised at how easy it had become for him to call out his armor, before he had to concentrate hard to get it to work for him but now he could do it with hardly a thought.

He watched the black veins on his body split open and the black substance begin to flow freely covering his pale skin. He felt the gentle heat spread all over his body and he closed his eyes as it began to cover his face. When he opened his optics he looked over his body and his face plates lifted in a smile as he saw the ebony metal covering his body. He did take a small moment to curse himself for forgetting to remove the shorts, which were now nothing but a pile of ashes at his feet. He didn't worry too much though. He was sure that he could get another pair.

Turning his attention away from the pile of ashes he moved just a little closer to the edge of the berth so he could look down at how far the floor was from him. As he looked down at the floor there was a small beep in his ear and suddenly a glowing red line popped up in his vision. It ran from the top of the berth down to the floor and next to it a number was displayed showing the distance at around 12 feet. Sam couldn't help but chuckle.

"This thing is so awesome." He said to himself.

Once he knew how far up he was, he knew his next step was to try and bring out the wings of his suit. Since he hadn't ever consciously done it before he was a little worried that he wouldn't be able to. He supposed that he could always try jumping off and hope that they came out on there own like last time. But he reminded himself that last time he was in something like a dream and things didn't work like that in real life. So with his mind set he focused on calling out the wings that where set in his back. He tried to put all his will power into the task and it wasn't helping at all with his headache. But finally he began to feel the plates of metal shift on his back and after a moment another beep sounded in his ear.

A display popped up in his vision again, this one showing an outline of his body. It rotated for a moment before a set of wings slid from the back. A few arrows popped up next to some points on the wings and information started to be displayed under the arrows. Sam blinked a few times as he looked at the image and read the information that was given to him. He nodded his head after a moment as he realized it was telling him what parts of the wings did what. Once he felt like he understood what he needed to do the image went away. Taking a small gulp Sam focused on making the wings work. A few minutes of hard thinking earned him a low vibration from his back. It shook his body for a while and he found it oddly relaxing. Another image appeared in his vision showing just the wings on his back.

It highlighted four points at the base of the wings which Sam had just learned where the jets. They continued to glow getting brighter and brighter. After a moment a box opened with text telling him that his jets where warmed up and ready to go. Nodding his head Sam closed his optics and took a breath.

"Ok... let's go." He thought.

Acting on his thought the jets in his wings began to shoot out four even rows of energy. The glow from the jets burned bright red at the base and turned white at the tip. The jets hardly made any sound. The only real noise came from the energy as it ripped the air. Slowly Sam began to feel his feet lifting off of the top of the berth. Another beep sounded in Sam's ear and it made him open his optics to see what was going on. Another box of text appeared asking him if he wanted to turn on his secondary thrusters.

"I guess so..." He thought not really sure where they where or how they would help.

Another image popped up, this one showing the bottom of his feet. Two spots began to glow on the bottom of each foot. Like before, the sections continued to glow until a box popped up telling him that they were ready. A moment later he felt his legs jerk as two more jets activated in his feet. The added energy from them made him rise quickly several feet over the berth. A wave of fear washed over him as he started to panic that he was going to high. Less than a second later he stopped rising and began to hover in mid air. Taking a minute to calm his racing spark, Sam turned his head slowly from side to side letting his elevated view calm him a little.

Once he stopped panicking Sam decided to test his control. Concentrating hard he managed to angle the jets on his wings a little. Slowly he began to move forward through the air. Making them move the other way, he started to float backwards. The same thing would happen if he angled his feet in different directions. Once he was confident in his ability to move back and forth he decided to try and move up and down. Focusing hard he began to lower the power of the jets in his feet. Slowly he began to lower back to the berth. Turning up the power more and he began to raise back up.

"Not so hard..." Sam said to himself.

Now that he was able to move, he decided that he should try and land on the floor. Setting his optics on the floor bellow, Sam maneuvered the jets in his wings and moved his feet so he would move forward at an even pace. He held back his panic when he moved so that he was only over the floor. He reasoned that if he hadn't fallen already he wouldn't now. Once he was over the edge of the berth he stopped his forward movement and focused on lowering the power in his feet so that he would start to go down.

His decent was slow and even which helped keep his mind at ease. He continued to lower more and more until finally he was only a foot or so off the ground. Concentrating hard he managed to shut off the power in his feet and a few moments later the power in his wings shut off as well. He dropped the last few feet to the floor and landed on his feet with a hard but quiet bang. Sam took a moment to make sure he had his balance before trying to move around. As he walked he felt the gentle shifting of the metal on his back as his wings slid back into their place leaving his back clear of them.

"Wow... that was actually really cool." He said to himself.

Sam was forced to stop for a moment as he reached the large curtain that was set around his berth. It took him a few minutes to find the divider so he could get out from behind it. When he finally did find the slit he pulled it apart and quickly went through letting it close back up behind him. Once he was on the other side Sam looked around the empty med bay. Since he woke up he hadn't had the chance to really look around the room. He had been kept on the berth like Megatron had ordered.

He noticed that it wasn't too much different than the med bay that Ratchet had. It didn't even look like it had been salvaged. Sam stopped for a moment as he saw a extra large berth set up somewhere near the middle of the room. The massive form of The Fallen was resting on it and Sam to a reflexive gulp and half step back. His hand lifted up and touched the section of metal on his neck that was the collar that The Fallen had put on him. Once he realized what he was doing Sam let his arm drop and he took a few steps forward.

As he got closer to the large form he both felt and heard the drumming in his head increase in both speed and intensity. It got louder and louder and when he stopped at the base of the berth he felt like his head was going to explode. Without even realizing what he was doing, Sam called out his wings again and turned the jets on both them and his feet on. He rose quickly through the air and in less than five seconds he was hovering over The Fallen's midsection. He stayed up high enough so that the energy from the jets didn't touch the recharging mech's body.

Sam's optics roamed over the still dark form and the drumming got even louder and harder.

He could feel his spark pulsing and pulling in his chest as if it was trying to escape. He didn't know what was going on, his mind was in a fog and his body seemed to be acting on its own. Without even realizing it, he had lowered himself down until he was only inches over the dark metal. Then his wings shut off and slid away letting him land easily on The Fallen's midsection. He could faintly hear the sound of shifting plates and spinning gears as he slowly moved his way up along the large body. The further up he went the more the body under him moved and came to life. He never noticed the faint blue sparks that where sparking between his feet and The Fallen's body.

He finally came to a stop right in the center of The Fallen's chest. The chassis slowly moved up and down as air was pulled into the tanks to keep the robotic body cool. Sam's optics where locked on the massive plates of metal under him. The drumming was at its peak and he knew that the only thing that could get it to stop was just under his feet. Even with his mind fogged over he knew what was under the metal chest. The Fallen's spark chamber. The thing that was in essence the former Prime's soul. A ball of pure power that held within it the very being of any mech. He had only seen a Cybertronian's spark three times. Two belonged to Optimus and the third belonged to Megatron. He didn't count the horrid moment with Starscream and Barricade since he never wanted to remember it and he hadn't even seen their sparks fully.

Slowly Sam crouched down until he was resting on his knees. His ebony clawed hands carefully moved over the plates of metal of The Fallen's chest. As if responding to his touch the chest plates parted. A small wave of air rushed to fill the once empty space. Sam didn't bother to shield his optics from the bright glow. He took it head on feeling the energy from the spark wrap around his body. He felt the energy pull on him trying to get him closer to the spark. His own spark pulsed trying to escape his body and touch the larger spark bellow.

Slowly Sam lifted his arms up and began to reach towards the pulsing spark. The drumming in his head urging him on. His hands dipped below the rim of the chest bringing his finger tips to within an inch of the spark chamber. So focused on the spark in front of him that Sam never noticed the body under him coming on line jolted from its recharge by the power feedback from his body.

The Fallen jerked violently as he was forced from his recharge back into the waking world. At first he didn't know what had woken him, all he knew was that his power level was back to full and he felt better than he had in a very long time. It was a sudden intense burst of pleasure from his chest that brought his attention to the small mech on his chest. Furry instantly filled his mind and spark at the sight of what the mech was doing. Not even stopping to think on what he was doing The Fallen let out a loud rawer and faster than the eye could blink he wrapped his large servo around the small mech. He squeezed it tightly before grunting and launching it across the med bay making it slam into the far wall.

Forcing himself from the berth The Fallen quickly closed his chest and opened his biggest subspace he had. Reaching his servo into the empty space he pulled out his long staff/spear. Lifting the spear up he approached the small mech, which was moving very slowly on the floor. His optics narrowed and he readied himself to stab the point of the staff through the very center of the mech. The Fallen growled and began to bring the spear down but a large gray servo grabbed the shaft and halted the attack mere inches from its target.

The Fallen yelled with rage and turned his burning optics on the form of his apprentice.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!" He yelled.

"Master..." Megatron started but was cut off.

"EXPLAIN WHY YOU WOULD STOP ME FROM DESTROYING THE ONE WHO HAS INVADED MY SPARK CHAMBER!" The Fallen screamed ripping his staff from Megatron's grip.

"It is the boy!" Megatron said moving slightly so his master could see the cowering mech on the floor.

The Fallen focused in on the small black mech and realized that what Megatron said was true. The boy was covered in his armor cowering on the floor before him. The Fallen searched his mind trying to figure out what had happened. The last thing he remembered was being with the boy in the crumbling base under the sea. He had been arguing with the child over attacking the humans and then... nothing. His memory was corrupted. The next thing he could remember was waking up finding his spark being invaded.

Slowly The Fallen lowered his staff the metal plates on the side of his head clicking together as he ran through what he had almost done. Oddly enough he realized that he regretted his actions. Looking down at the cowering child he feared that he may have harmed him both physically and mentally. Carefully he began to move a little closer to the small figure but stopped as a voice called to him.

"Don't do that Master!" Hook said. "If he is injured then moving him could cause more damage."

The Fallen held his position for a moment before standing up and masking his guilt with his normal scowl.

"See to the child... make sure he is not damaged." He said before starting to make his way to the exit of the med bay.

"Master... you should not be moving yourself..." Hook tried to say but was cut off as the med bay doors closed behind The Fallen.

Hook let the air out of his vents before turning to carefully pick up the cowering boy.

"Report his condition to me as soon as you have it." Megatron said eying the boy in the medics hands.

"Yes sir." Hook said as Megatron left the med bay as well.

A loud groan filled the silent medical room and Ratchet quickly set down the tool he was cleaning. Moving quickly he got the the large berth just in time to see Optimus's optics light up as his body came back online. Ratchet quickly placed one of his servos on the Prime's chest making sure that he would try and get up before he was ready.

"Ratchet?" Optimus asked his voice weaker then it normally was.

"Don't move." Ratchet ordered in his normal ruff tone.

Mechs often complained about his bedside manner, but Ratchet had long ago found that he only acted the way he did to the mechs and femmes that he considered friends. He had to be careful though, the line between friend and medic was a thin one and a step over either side could corrupt his medical or personal judgment.

"What happened?" Optimus asked. He was doing the smart thing and actually listening to the medic.

"You went off line again." Ratchet answered. "And released a massive amount of spark energy along with it."

"Do you know why?" He asked felling his strength quickly coming back.

Ratchet let the air out of his vents hard. "No I don't. I can't even find where the spark energy went to, its completely vanished."

"Vanished?" Optimus asked confused. "Spark energy does not simply vanish... it must have been absorbed into something..."

"That is exactly what I thought. Unfortunately there is nothing on the base that can absorb that much spark energy without detonating." Ratchet said.

Optimus laid still for a while thinking over the information he had been given while Ratchet scanned of his body and searched his internal systems.

"How long have I been off line?" He asked once the medic was done.

"A few Earth days... almost a week." Ratchet answered. "You might have been back on line sooner but the energy kept getting pulled from your spark. It wasn't until two days ago that it stabilized. Then oddly enough it began to regain energy, as if whatever drained the power was giving it back."

"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Optimus asked.

"Never..." Ratchet answered before getting a little quiet.

"Is there something else?" Optimus asked a little worried.

"I have read data pads that mentioned something like this happening. But not on this level." Ratchet answered.

"Continue." Optimus said. It wasn't really an order but it was said with the same authority of one.

"Back on Cybertron it was theorized that if the bond between two mechs was strong enough one could pull power from the other to replenish his own." Ratchet said.

Optimus didn't need to think about what Ratchet was suggesting. "You think that my brother bond with Sam is strong enough to let him pull power from me?"

"If you do in fact share a brother bond with the boy then it might be possible." Ratchet said. "Any bond with him is bound to be increasingly strong. He is the only being in all of known existence who has been exposed to the power of two Primal sparks, not to mention he channeled the raw power of the AllSpark and the Matrix through his body to both kill Megatron and bring you back to life. "

"If he did draw my power then that means he is in grave trouble, possible hurt." Optimus said pushing himself up off the berth, much to Ratchet's displeasure. "But he is alive and I will find him and make sure he is safe."

"Optimus..." Ratchet said firmly. "We do not know where the Decepticons are. With their base destroyed they can be anywhere on the planet or off planet."

"No... they are still on Earth." Optimus said firmly as he walked to the med bay doors. "If Sam is alive then he is on Earth."

"How do you plan on finding them?" Ratchet asked moving quickly behind the Prime.

"The Decepticons are planning on attacking the humans, we know that much is true." Optimus said firmly. "We will try and track their movements before the attack. If that doesn't work then we shall confront them and force one of them to give us the location."

Ratchet slowed down and let Optimus walk away. Ratchet let out another sigh and shook his head.

"Being with the humans is starting to affect us all." He thought. "Or perhaps he does share a strong bond with Sam, nothing else has ever made him act this way"

With the conversation running through his mind, Ratchet turned and began to make his way back to the med bay. He only hoped that things worked out in the end. If not, he was sure that things would go from bad to worse and quickly.

Well I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter. I had loads of fun writing it. I will admit, when I wrote the bit with Sam practicing how to fly I did pull a little from Iron Man. I hope that this bit of information lets you all picture the scene a little better.

You know the drill now, review and let me know what you all think.

Again Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all have an amazing holiday.