Here we are... at it again. Another day, another chapter. I am really getting excited about this story. It gets more hits and reviews then my other two. I wonder why that is??? Oh well.
Props to AngelicCrossplay- my beta who has graciously agreed to take over this story should something unforeseen happen to me. I owe you a lot AC.
Angelic's Notes: you don't owe me anything. XD
Onto the story.
Enjoy.
As Optimus watched Bumblebee drive off with Sam in the front seat, he could only hope that the young scout would be able to help the child through this. He also hoped that Mikaela would be able to find comfort in Jazz, as the two of them had grown close the past few months and he hoped that it would help. Optimus turned away from where the two bots had driven off and looked back at Ironhide who still held Will in his hand. The army captain looked like he was going to pass out at any moment; his face had gone from its normal tan color to a pale white and he was holding on to one of Ironhide's fingers like his life depended on it.
"Perhaps it would be wise for you to rest." Ironhide said to Will.
Will jumped a little at the sound of his voice. So lost in his thoughts he had forgotten he was with other people. He looked up at Ironhide and tried several times to say something. When the words wouldn't come out, he settled for nodding his head. Ironhide moved so that he was standing right in front of the house, and then lowered his hand so that Will could go straight from it into the house. Once Will was inside all three of the bots tracked his progress as he moved slowly through the house until he got to his bedroom, where he proceeded to collapse on the bed which is where he stayed, not moving.
Once he was sure that Will had just passed out and was not dead Ironhide turned to look at Optimus.
"There is more going on then you are telling us Optimus." Ironhide said.
Ratchet nodded in agreement.
"Yes, we have known you for a long time there is something you did not want to inform the others about."
Optimus was silent for a time; thinking on if he should divulge the last bit of information that the Primes had given him. Finally he decided that he couldn't keep this information a secret from the two of them, they were very persistent and if they wanted to know something then they wouldn't stop until they found out.
"You are right. There is one more thing that the Primes told me that I feel the others are not ready to know; especially Samuel." Optimus began.
The two of them didn't move showing that the Prime had their full attention.
"The Primes have revealed to me the existence of another one who is destined to be Prime," Optimus said.
Ratchet's optics widened at as he put together what their leader was telling them.
"You mean Samuel is a Prime?" Ratchet asked with awe.
Optimus nodded his head.
"But how is that possible?" Ironhide asked in disbelief.
"I am not sure, but we cannot let anyone else know of this. Sam is not ready to know and were anyone else to know about this, then it would no doubt find its way to him. It is best to let him and everyone else deal with one problem at a time." Optimus told them.
"What will you do? He needs to be instructed in the ways of the Prime and you are the only one who can do that." Ratchet stated.
"I do not yet know how I will go about teaching him but I will think of something." Optimus said, and turned to look back in the direction that Bumblebee had taken Sam.
Sarah walked away from the screen door with a look of worry on her face. It was true that she didn't know all that much about the Autobots and their ways, only knowing them once they had been introduced after Mission City. She didn't know what the significance was about being a Prime, but if it involved Sam and letting him know was dangerous, she would keep it to herself as long as she could. She walked up the stairs to check on Annabelle and make sure that she was still asleep.
She hadn't intended on eavesdropping on their conversation, but she wanted to find out what had happened to drive everyone away so quickly. She hadn't found out what it was but after over hearing the three's discussion she figured that she knew too much right now. She would wait until Will told her what had happened; she trusted him deeply and she was patient.
Mikaela sat inside of Jazz's alt mode with his holoform sitting in the driver's seat pretending to drive. There was silence in the car, Mikaela lost in her thoughts and Jazz not wanting to disturb the girl. They had been driving for a while and were getting close to the city- they would reach her house in about twenty-five to thirty minutes. Jazz desperately wanted to comfort the girl but had no idea what he could say or do that would make her feel any better. He had called to Bumblebee over their private communications line to see what he was doing to make Sam feel better… but the scout's situation was about the same as his.
Finally Jazz decided to try and bridge the wall that the girl had built around herself.
"So... how are you holding up 'Kaela?'" He asked her.
At first Mikaela didn't say anything, rather she continued to stare out the window. When Jazz thought that he wouldn't get an answer out of her, she started to speak.
"Should I be angry at him?" She asked.
Jazz turned to look at her.
"Be angry at whom?" He questioned.
He knew very well who she was talking about but he wanted to try and keep her talking.
"Sam. Should I be angry at him?" She asked again.
"I don't know. Do you want to be mad at him?" He asked her.
She didn't say anything for a few seconds, but when she did she sounded like she was getting ready to cry.
"I want to be. It is because of him my life is pretty much over isn't it? I can't be normal." She said.
"You're life doesn't have to be over. You can go on living like you always have." He said trying to comfort her.
"Yeah right. My bones are turning into alien metal. My blood is turning into some freaky kind of energy and with the way things have been going I'll probably get metal looking skin or something." She said, voice full of bitterness.
Jazz saw a few tears running down her face as she started to cry. Slowly Jazz pulled off of the road and settled on the side so that he could give her his full attention.
Once they were settled on the side Mikaela started to rub her hands across her face to wipe the tears away, smudging her makeup as she did so. She sniffled a few times as well.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to get all weepy on you it's just..." She started but Jazz interrupted her.
"Shh. It's ok Mikaela, if you want to talk about it I am here for you." He offered.
She turned to look at him, and Jazz could see her eyes were red and a little swollen from her tears.
"So should I hate him?" She asked again.
Jazz thought for a moment before answering.
"I don't think you should hate him. It's not his fault. There is no way that anyone could have seen this happening. If you want to be angry at anyone, then be mad at Megatron." He said. "Sam was only doing what he thought was right."
"I guess you're right but still... what am I going to do now? How can I have a normal life?" She said.
"I don't know. But I do know that I'll always be here for you." Jazz said putting his hand on her shoulder in what he hoped was a comforting gesture.
Mikaela put her hand over his and rubbed it with her thumb for a few moments before she leaned over and gave him a hug. Having learned from last time, Jazz was quick to return the hug that she was giving him. They held onto each other for a while, neither one wanting to break apart. Finally Mikaela pulled away and gave Jazz a small smile. Jazz gave one back then pulled off the shoulder and back onto the road.
By the time they reached Mikaela's house it was around 3:30 in the afternoon. Jazz pulled up to the curb and stopped, the passenger side door popped open letting Mikaela out. She grabbed her bag from the back seat and got out; she walked around the front of the car and stopped by the driver's side window. When Jazz lowered it she ducked her head in and gave him a slightly bigger smile then she had before.
"Thank you, for everything Jazz." She murmured.
"No problem." He said with a smile and a wink.
Mikaela's face turned red with a blush as she tried not to think about what she was about to do and the repercussions it might have. Quickly she leaned in further and brought her lips to the side of Jazz's face. She felt a small tingling go through her body as her lips touched his skin. She pulled back quickly and ran up the back steps and disappeared into her house, leaving Jazz sitting on the corner with a shocked look on his holo's face.
He brought his hand up to the spot that she had kissed him. He had read about the action that humans called kissing on the Internet but never imagined that he would get one or what it would feel like. He decided that he really liked the feel of her soft lips on his skin and he was already desperate for another one. After a while Jazz turned off his holoform letting his full consciousness drift back into his real body. He settled down on the curb and was prepared to wait until he was needed by the girl again.
As he sat there he couldn't help but wonder if this is something that Bumblebee had experienced before. He had spent more time with Sam and Mikaela then anyone else. It was no secret to Jazz how Bumblebee felt about Sam, as the scout had confided in him about his feelings shortly after he realized what they were. It looked like it was now his turn to confide in Bee how he was starting to feel towards the Earth girl.
The drive back to his house had been uneventful, both Sam and Bumblebee sat in silence; neither one in the mood to talk. When they got to his house, Sam sat inside Bee for a while before getting out. When Sam got into his house he found a note taped to his bedroom door, which had been written by his mother. It told him that her and his father would be visiting with a friend for the day. They would be home around nine or ten and that there was food in the refrigerator for when he got hungry.
Pushing the door to his room open he walked over to his computer and fell into the chair. He felt like he was stuck underwater and couldn't figure out which direction was up. He had so many emotions running through him that he could barely keep track of what he was feeling. There was anger, relief, frustration, the same emotion that he had been trying to figure out for the past few months, and a mixture of many others.
In a way he was happy that whatever was happening meant that the Cybertronian race wouldn't end. Bumblebee had told him that they reproduced by way of the AllSpark and that since it was gone there would be no more of them. Sam had been blaming himself for sentencing their race to extinction, even though Bee had told him that it wasn't his fault.
But even with that good news Sam also felt angry at himself. Because of what he did he had ruined the lives of Will and Mikaela. He doubted that they would ever forgive him. He sure would never forgive himself... He didn't mean for it to happen, but it did and he was to blame.
His self loathing was interrupted by a chime coming from his computer. He looked at the screen and saw that one of his friends had sent him an instant message. He wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone but it couldn't hurt to see what they were saying. He opened his messenger and saw that it was from BennyB. BennyB was a friend he had made one night when he couldn't sleep and decided to pass the time by playing random games on the Internet. He had jumped from poker to pool then to checkers before he settled on a game of chess with BennyB.
Sam was never very good at chess so he never won a game that he played against him but the guy was good for conversation. They had quickly become Internet friends, the more that they talked the more they seemed to have in common. The message was an invitation to a chess game; since he didn't actually have to talk he figured that the game could help put his mind at ease. He accepted and the game started, he was white and BennyB was black. BennyB started and in less than five minutes had Sam in check. Sam tried for a few minutes to get out but before long the game had ended and BennyB had won.
The computer asked if he wanted a rematch and Sam agreed and the game began again. Sam lost four more times in a row before he felt inclined to write something in the message box.
LadiesMan217: I am worse then I normally am today.
BennyB: I didn't want to say anything about it.
LadiesMan217: Just got a lot on my mind right now.
BennyB: Want to talk about it???
Sam thought for a moment, did he want to talk about this with BennyB? He couldn't tell him everything that was wrong since BennyB didn't know about the Autobots but he couldn't keep his feelings to himself. Normally he would talk to Bee about problems he had. He had been planning on talking to Bee about this after a while, once he had thought it over himself.
"I guess that I can think it over with BennyB and then talk to Bee." Sam said to himself.
LadiesMan217: I guess so...
BennyB: ??
LadiesMan217: Remember how I told you that my arm had been hurting?
BennyB: Yes
LadiesMan217: Well I had my... Doctor take a look at it today.
BennyB: Is the news bad?
LadiesMan217: Well... It's complicated. I can't say everything...
BennyB: does it have to do with that thing that you can't tell me about?
LadiesMan217: Yeah... It also isn't just happening to me... Two of my friends are also having the same... problem.
BennyB: Is that so?
LadiesMan217: Yeah and I can't help but blame myself.
BennyB: Why do you blame yourself?
LadiesMan217: Because it's my fault that it happened. I did something to try and help one group of friends and as a result I hurt my other friends in the process.
BennyB: Did you intend for your two friends to get hurt?
LadiesMan217: Of course not... I would never hurt them.
BennyB: Then it wasn't your fault. It was an accident wasn't it?
LadiesMan217: Well... what happened to us was an accident but what caused it wasn't.
BennyB: So you did 'something' to help a group of people, and whatever it is you did had a negative effect on two of your friends which led them to have some kind of problem. Is that what you are saying?
LadiesMan217: ... I guess so...
BennyB: Then it wasn't your fault.
LadiesMan217: lol. You make it sound so simple. But I have ruined their lives! How could they ever forgive me?
BennyB: They're your friends aren't they?
LadiesMan217: Yea.
BennyB: Then they will forgive you. Just give them time. ^_^
LadiesMan217: What should I do in the mean time?
BennyB: ... Find someone who you can talk to about this in more detail. You said that the group you helped was your friends... Talk to one of them about it.
LadiesMan217: Are you a mind reader or something? I had that idea before we started talking.
BennyB: ;) It's what I do.
LadiesMan217: Thank you!
BennyB: No problem.... Check Mate :)
LadiesMan217: Sometimes I hate you!
BennyB: I know. I have to go. GO and talk to your friend about this.
LadiesMan217: OK, ok...
BennyB has gone offline...
Sam let out a sigh and pushed himself away from the computer. A quick look at the clock told him that it was now five o'clock; and he was amazed that he had been doing that for well over an hour. He rushed out of his room and down the stairs. He paused by the living room where Mojo was asleep on the couch. He went out through the kitchen door and into the back yard. He cut quickly across the grass, forgetting to stay on the path. He got to the garage where Bumblebee stayed and pushed the door open.
He poked his head in a little wanting to make sure that Bee wasn't recharging be for he went in. He was greeted by a happy sounding chirp which he took as an invitation to come in. He walked into the dimly lit room and sat down with his back pressed to Bee's front bumper. He sat there for a moment trying to think of something to say. He heard the sound of Bee's windows rolling down followed by the radio spinning through the stations.
He guessed that Bee couldn't find a song that said what he wanted because he settled on a soft jazz station. Sam let out a sigh and looked up at the ceiling.
"So... what do you think is going to happen?" The question was vague and could be interpreted any way but it wasn't a bad start in Sam's opinion.
The jazz got softer as Bee turned down the volume.
"I think that everything will turn out fine." Bee said simply.
"Do you think Will and Mikaela will hate me?" Sam asked.
"No." Bee said.
Sam couldn't help but smile at the bluntness that his friend had.
"None of this is your fault Sam." Bee told him.
Sam snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Right I'm not the one who shoved the Cube into Megatron's chest. It was that other kid, I just watched from the side lines." Sam commented sarcastically.
"I am sure that it was you that did that. But it wasn't your fault that this happened. No one knows why the AllSpark picked you three to be its new carrier." Bumblebee said.
"I know why it picked me. It wanted to ruin my life as revenge for destroying it." Sam said with a small laugh.
Bee let out a beep that showed he was slightly amused by his reply. Bumblebee rolled forward a little pushing Sam forward a couple centimeters. Sam tried to hold it in, but he couldn't stop the laugh from coming out. Bee started to laugh too, his rich voice flowing from the speakers which had stopped playing their jazz music.
Sam got up off of the floor and dusted off his pants before settling back down on top of Bee's hood. The two of them sat in silence, but this silence was the kind that normally came between the two of them. The kind that they were both comfortable with and showed how close they had gotten in such a short time.
Before he knew it, Sam had fallen asleep. One hand was placed behind his head, and the other resting on his chest.
Bee knew that he shouldn't be tricking Sam like this, but it was the only way for him to find out what the boy was actually thinking once in a while. He never intended for it to go this far… It had started a month or so ago. Bumblebee had been in the garage and Sam was in his room. He was supposed to be asleep since the next day was a school day but the boy refused to fall asleep. Bee had done a quick scan and found that the boy was on his computer playing random games with people, who from a quick search; showed that they weren't all that good for him to talk to.
So Bee had created an account with a name that he hoped Sam wouldn't be too suspicious of. Then all he had to do was override some firewalls and do a little hacking to kick the guy who was playing with Sam off of the Internet… the guy most likely had to buy a new computer now. But all that Sam knew was that one minute he was playing with one person and the next he was getting an invitation to play with BennyB.
It didn't take long for Bee to find out that Sam wasn't very good at the game; but it gave him the chance to keep an eye on the boy so that he didn't talk to anyone he shouldn't. After a while Sam began to talk to BennyB about things that he hadn't ever told Bee before. He talked about the events that happened to him when he was little and about how he thought that he wasn't good enough for the friends that he had made.
Bee did his best to assure him that he was a good friend and that his other friends were lucky to have him. Then Sam started to talk about someone he was having strange feelings for. He never said who or what the feelings where but Bee figured that sooner or later he would tell BennyB more about it.
He knew it was wrong for him to manipulate Sam like that but if there was even the smallest chance that Sam had been talking about him then Bee had to know. So he would keep it up and hope that Sam never figured it out.
After a couple of hours had passed (Sam remained asleep on his hood the entire time), Bumblebee thought that it would be a good idea for him to get some rest as well. He turned up his scanners and made sure that his communications line was open, and then he slipped into a light recharge.
It was a half hour past ten when Ron and Judy came home. Ron led his wife into the house; as she had gone a little over board with the champagne at their friend's house and was having some trouble walking straight. He set her down in the living room and walked into the kitchen to get her something to help get rid of the buzz she had. As he walked in he saw that the back door was slightly open. Taking a look around, he saw that nothing looked messed up; so it probably wasn't burglars.
He opened the door and looked out into the back yard. Turning on the porch light, he could just make out the indentations in the grass that showed that someone had walked from the door to the garage. He let out a sigh- he was always telling that boy to walk on the path but he hardly ever did. He was about to go up to Sam's room and talk to him about it when he noticed that there was only one track in the grass. Sam had gone into the garage but didn't come back out.
Ron got a little worried that something might have happened so he quickly made his way over to the garage, making sure to stay on the path. When he reached the garage, he pushed the door open carefully and peeked in. He let out a sigh of relief as he saw Sam laying on top of his car looking like he couldn't be more comfortable if he tried.
Ron closed the door quietly and walked back to the house. Closing the door behind him, he went back to his wife and started to lead her up to their room. She would sleep late the next day, which would give Sam enough time to wake up and get inside the house before she woke up to yell at him.
Ron let out another sigh as he laid his wife in bed. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
"Sometimes it's hard keeping a house running smoothly." He said to himself, before climbing into bed and closing his eyes.
There it's done, the next chapter and I feel that it turnd out pretty good. For everyone who wanted some more face time with Will I am sorry that I didn't do it in this chapter but I will try to fit it in the next.
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