Asking Too Much

by EmInArEvOl

Post ROTF. Sam's changing and it all began in Egypt. Unfortunately, his changes are just the beginning of a horrifying sequence of events. A more sinister enemy forces both factions to finally... Full Summary inside! Slash! Rating may go up.

2. Waking Up and Leaving Everything Behind

Asking Too Much

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers. What I DO own though is a couple of OC's.

Pairings: Optimus X Sam, Ironhide X Will, Bumblebee X Mikaela, Ratchet X OC Autobot femme.

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Away from the land of the living, Sam dreamed. There was laughter and smiles everywhere he looked. The NEST soldiers all had their weapons tucked away in storage and their families there laughing, playing, and hugging. His parents weren't there though and they never will be. His beautiful Mikaela sat on Bumblebee's shoulder, laughing and smiling up at him at his higher perch on HIS shoulder, on Optimus' shoulder. Sam looked left and right; he spotted Jazz together with two other mechs that had police colors. An echo sounded through Sam's mind, 'Prowl and Bluestreak, his sparkmate and their sparkling, their child.' Ironhide had Annabelle in his careful servos but was tossing her up in the air while Will stood on the ground looking up his partner and his daughter, he had a huge smile painted on his face. Ratchet was sitting down with a beautiful red femme cradling a small bundle in her hands and Ratchet peeking in on the bundle with gentle optics. Sideswipe, who had changed into a red paintjob, sat cuddling to another mech that looked similar to him but had a yellow paintjob. On his stabilizing servo's upper "legs" was another red mech cuddled to another red mech. It looked like a peaceful family setting. In the far off distance, she could see Arcee and two of her components letting the army women ride them around. In the skies Sam sees Starscream and his trinemates play around with a group of 5 other fliers and the other fliers of the Decepticons. On the ground intermingled amongst humans Autobots were the Decepticons, their optics all had a soft look to them. Sam looked closely and saw their Decepticon Insignia redesigned to have a softer look.

Optimus moved facing towards another mech that was slightly taller than he. Silver plating glinting in the sunlight, purple optics and a gentle smile, it was Megatron. His former sharp dentas, removed. His claws, replaced with normal servos. 'Brother, let my brother-in-law down every once in a while. I doubt he'd want to stay there for too long. Even Ironhide and Bumblebee let William and Mikaela down from their shoulders to join in on the fun.' Megatron said in an amused tone. The shoulder Sam was on shuddered in silent laughter and his mind filled with the mirth and happiness from his bonded. Optimus turned his head ever so slightly to look at his bonded straight to the face and said, 'I'll never let you down Sam, never again.' And Sam blinks as another echo sounded through his mind, 'This is your fate. This is the prophesy. Danger will come. A dark force shall rise. A race that was once one but divided in two, now those two must learn. Time to put grudges past and push forth a future that is bright and true. As Primus has decreed it. So it shall be.'

Sam opens his eyes, blearily taking in his surroundings. The first thing he saw was Optimus by his bedside, he was probably on a berth since he was up to Optimus' waist. Sam remembers what dream-Optimus said to him in his dream and said to Optimus, voice croaking. "You've never let me down, not even once. I'm the let down here." Sam's said hoarsely. Optimus was startled out of his self-depreciating thoughts at Sam's words. "Sam, you're awake. Let me hail Ratchet so that they can check on you." Optimus said opening his comm. link.

:: Optimus to Ratchet. ::

:: Sir? ::

:: Sam's awake. ::

:: I'll be there in a few nano-kliks. ::

Optimus turned his gaze back to Sam, who lifted his arm to cover his eyes. "Sam, what… what did you mean?" Optimus asked, as he had heard Sam's sudden answer to what he knew was his inner thoughts. Sam put down his hand and was quiet, thinking of what to tell Optimus, unsure if he should. His decision was taken from him though as Ratchet rushed in his alt-form, coming out of him were several human medics. "Prime, I'd like you to go out for a while." Ratchet asked Optimus. The human medics climbed onto the berth and started to check on Sam's vitals. Optimus looked conflicted whether or not to follow his CMO's request. Ratchet sensed his hesitation and brandished his wrench, ready to throw at a moment's notice. "Optimus, you may be my Prime but if you stay for one more astrosecond here, I won't be banging out the dent I'll be giving you." Ratchet threatened and chuckled when his leader left rather quickly.

Ratchet took a moment to think for himself before joining the others to examine Sam's condition. He'd known Optimus' feelings for the boy, much like how he knew Ironhide's to Will even before they realized it. Being bonded as long as he had been, he knows a lot about love, specially, when it came to the love between sparkmates. Thinking of sparkmates, he'd been worrying to what had happened to his own. He shook himself out of his thoughts; his own beloved one wouldn't want him thinking like this. His femme is a resilient one and is still somewhere in the darkness of space, after all he ain't dead yet.

Activating his scanners, he scanned Sam as he neared him. They'd done a very good job on operating him if he says so himself. Sam, though he had lived again after being clinically dead for the very least 5 minutes didn't mean that all his injuries healed instantly as well. When they'd had taken Sam into his alt-mode back in the C-17, he'd ran his most intrusive scans that weren't harmful to humans. What he had seen made Ratchet regret ever seeing it. Sam had numerous internal injuries, a subdural bleeding in a tight spot, his lungs were crushed and at least 10 of his ribs were broken. Not even counting the number of other broken bones. It was a miracle that Sam had managed to walk to Optimus, pit to even stand up at all. Everything that had happened after Sam's "death" was nothing short of an impossible miracle. They'd had yet to hear Sam's part on all of what had happened but Ratchet knows that it won't be something they'd expect. He'd already had the time to repair all of the Autobots and had a long talk with Arcee. From what he understood, there were forces outside of the living that was at work at that time. Cybertronians in general believed in a divine being, Primus, who they had proof that actually existed unlike human gods. But this is another matter altogether, it might've been this world's deities were at work or their own, which he much rather believe anyways, it doesn't quite matter. Whatever was at work at that time wasn't done yet. There was still energy residues inside Sam's body, energy so close to Allspark energy and with so much in amount, Ratchet was wondering why none of their gadgets turned into drones.

The humans were satisfied with what they'd found, Sam was perfectly healthy, well for someone who was still recovering that is, except for a few things that were off. Ratchet had promised them that he'd take care of it, since in their theory whatever had brought him back to life had connection to their Autobot allies. With not much conversation between Sam and the human medics, they finished their jobs quickly and left the Med Bay nodding to Ratchet acknowledging that they can't do anymore than the physical that they'd just performed. All the while Sam didn't say a thing, he waited for them to explain how he is and when he saw the human medics leave, he knew that Ratchet would be the one to explain.

"Sam, you've been out cold for 4 human days, not including the almost 7 hour long surgery you had while you were unconscious. You got quite a good beating from Egypt; of course it's a bit of an understatement. As you know, you had been dead in Egypt approximately 5 minutes and 49 seconds before you surged back to life. True, you had lived but it was by pure miracle that you even managed to stand up." Ratchet started as he observed Sam's obviously calm countenance. He wasn't on any kind of sedative and at any normal time Sam was nervous and fidgety at his best. Yet he seemed so calm right now and his eyes held a lot more knowledge than someone who was as young and as inexperienced as Sam.

"By all accounts you should have stayed dead or even if you were alive stayed down for the count. Your whole body was broken in such a way that even I was astonished when we took a look at you when you crashed while we were getting back. Sam, you had flatlined at least 5 times in my alt-mode while we tried to reach Diego Garcia as fast as possible. In the operating table you flatlined one too many times for any of our likings. Do you understand that Sam? You should be, by all accounts be dead." Ratchet said in a voice that sounded that he didn't quite believe even in himself. Sam just nodded his head. That much he already knew. Gripping the bed covers, he felt something stirring inside of him. A feeling of something ancient flowed through his blood and ancient whisperings were going on in is head. He knew that nobody could know. Not yet anyway.

"Sam…" Ratchet almost sounded exasperated but Sam understood. Ratchet was desperate. He had almost died on them again and as much as he didn't think so, they needed him. Things were reversed right now and Sam couldn't help but frown. Ratchet didn't know what was going on inside Sam's head and assumed that Sam understood with the severe frown that marred Sam's face.

"Sam… I had detected an… anomaly in you… I didn't explain it to the other medics but you have trace amounts of spark energy contained in you, not just any spark energy but what I think is All Spark energy. I don't know what this means, and I know how much you will dislike this, but I ask you to stay with us and don't go back to America. I fear that something may happen to you. With the Fallen gone Megatron will truly take up the mantle of leadership and he might hunt you down for killing his master, reviving Optimus or a number of other things. You're probably on top of his hit list along with Optimus, Ultra Magnus and Omega Supreme. That and what if that energy inside of you reacts? There are so many possibilities that risk you and everybody around you. It… would probably safer for you to permanently stay here." Ratchet stopped by then. Sam looked so glum and just… angry. Ratchet sighed, a human trait he picked up, and that perfectly fit many different emotions. Things would probably get complicated. They were all stubborn and Sam more so. He'd already sent his point across, back in when Optimus talked with Sam in the cemetery. He didn't have the exact details but Bumblebee had elaborated enough that he knew that Sam wouldn't comply immediately in his request. And as if on cue, Sam clenched his fists gripping the blanket on top of him and had a constipated look on him.

"Ratchet…. I~ I understand…" said Sam, his voice quivering at the emotions behind his words. He bit down his lip trying not to shout out loud his frustration of having his choices taken away from him. Sure he wanted that dream to happen but at what cost? His only chance left at normality? No, being normal was over-rated. Things had to change so that everything would be better… But... Sam couldn't help but feel as though he was SO different now… He… he'd done the impossible not once but twice… Even though Sam knew that the Autobots cared for him, he couldn't help but feel scared. The Autobots, they were still Military in their own way so is the rest of their allies the NEST. Sam felt that he was a danger the more that he thought of it. If he goes back to the U.S. he'd be a danger not just because the Decepticons have him in their top hit list but also… Sam just swallowed the sobs that threatened to escape him. "I~I know…. I'm a freak now aren't I? If… if I go back to the U.S. I'd be a danger to everyone because of that energy inside me right? Y-You need to keep an eye on me s-so that you can get to me faster if-if it wants to go boom or if-if I ever g-go r-rogue. So that I won't be a d-danger to e-everyone right?" But then Sam couldn't stop his sobs. It was irrational; his mind told him, the part where the All Spark had taken residence in, but the irrational part of him couldn't help but feels like he's just a tool, a tool for war now. Like he was something they'd picked off the streets and could as easily throw back.

Ratchet looked stunned. Sam…. Sam thought that they'd… no, he had to correct this. He quickly but carefully scooped up Sam to his Servos and held him to his chassis near his spark, holding him like a child. "Sam, never think that… We'd never hurt you. You're special to us. You've saved our afts and the rest of the world's afts just by being there, just by believing in us. I'm just saying that you have to stay here to keep YOU safe from the rest of the world, not the other way around. If the humans knew or if the Decepticons would stoop so low, they'd get you and use you for their own grand ambitions. Optimus and I or any other of the bots right here and now would sooner damn this world than hurt you." Ratchet said that and then made a series of clicks and whirs that was… comforting.

"Sam, never doubt us and never think that we'll treat you as if you're something dangerous. You- you're someone that is irreplaceable, someone we'd die for gladly if the need ever arises. You're no some object that we can just pick out of the streets and as quickly throw back out. Sam, I promise to you, on the name of Primus and our most holy vow in Cybertron. All the Autobots and I, will stand by you until your time comes. There won't be a thing that will make us turn our backs to you, that would make us betray and abandon you. You're more precious to us now than all the glory we'd receive in defeating the 'Cons." Sam continued to sob until he calmed down considerably. He whispered his thanks to the medic with a watery smile. He still doubted a lot of things but he was sure that Ratchet was telling the truth.

"Now, Sam, I need you to tell me what had happened while you were dead. I know, you were dead, but Arcee, as a femme is our closest equivalent to a psychic sensed, what she had guessed was, holy power and aura surrounding you before you surged up from death." Ratchet said in a slow matter, careful of Sam's reaction whatsoever. Sam looked a little stunned that the Primes even allowed such a thing to be seen.

"The Dynasty of the Primes, the first 7 Primes came to me while I was dead. They told me… they told me what to do to revive Optimus using the Matrix. They'd said that they have been watching me for a long, long time. That I had fought for Optimus, their last descendent with courage and honor. They said to merge the Matrix with his spark and something about it has always been my destiny." Sam almost babbled, back to his old self. Ratchet stood a little stunned. By Primus, the boy has spoken with the Primes of old. The puzzle that, which is Sam's connection to the Cybertronian race grew more and more confusing as each event passes. "S-Sam… Are you sure that it WAS the Dynasty of the Primes and how do you know about them?" Ratchet asked a little unsure. They were right, powers unknown were at work. The Dynasty of the Primes was known to only show themselves to Mechs that deserved to become either a Prime or a Lord High Protector. "Yes, Jetfire told us about them and I recognized them from the remains that we found in the mountains of Petra." Sam said a little worried that they'd actually… and his face must've looked like he was terrified. Ratchet quickly followed up Sam's statement. "No, there's nothing to worry about. It's just that the Dynasty of the Primes hadn't spoken to anyone for vorns now, specially the ones that you mentioned. They are… sacred to us. They were the very first of the Cybertronians, direct creations of Primus as stories say. I… believe you. There's no other force that can be powerful enough to have brought you back alive… Yes, that must be it. That must be the energy anomaly reading I got from you. All Spark energy, I must need a check up on my own processor, what was I thinking!" Ratchet continued to mumble to himself, trying to convince himself but he wasn't having much success.

Sam cast a slightly pitying glance at the Medic; Ratchet was probably frying his processors by the bomb he dropped. But by that reaction alone, he knew that he didn't need to tell the Medic dream he had while asleep. "Still I ask that you stay here. The Decepticons might think otherwise and might, in an off-chance, think that you're the All Spark or something. There were a lot of Decepticons near your area when you woke up from death and Arcee told me that even though she and Jolt were that far away she felt the shockwave of energy with the same consistency as the All Spark's energy surge from you. She theorized that the energy that fired off from you was probably what saved her. I am inclined to believe her after hearing your side of things." Ratchet said, still sounding like he was convincing himself. Sam kept quiet. Even he was confused. There were a lot of holes with what he knew but with the comforting pressure of the All Spark's presence in his mind, he knew that no one was ready yet to know that the All Spark still lives and will probably bring on an unexpected change.

Time Skip, Scene Change

Sam was allowed to rest alone for the rest of the day. The news of his waking up spread throughout the base and a lot of people were happy. Well discounting some grumps like one Theodore Galloway. The man hadn't stopped complaining and threatening the NEST operatives and Autobots, particularly Will Lennox amongst the humans.

"And further more! I will not only have this WHOLE mini-army disbanded and have your space creep friends packing back into space but I'm going to have that kid placed into our hands. And when we do, I'll get the President to erase his very identity like he never existed! I'll…" Galloway never got to finish his statement as he was swept off into the servos of Bumblebee that had his battle mask drawn.

"You'd have to go through ALL of us first Director Galloway. And I'm afraid that also means the NEST operatives and ALL of the Autobots." General Morshower told the annoying Secretary. The other Autobots had their battle masks drawn as well; their weapons ready with Optimus up front and center both his Energon swords drawn, ready to strike down anyone in their way. Soldiers all around them also had their guns drawn and trained to Galloway. "You'd never understand it Director Galloway. You've never been to a battle field, not even counting battles with Decepticons. This KID, not even half your age has been. This KID has more heart and courage that you could EVER muster up, SIR. I DOUBT that you'd ever run into the LINE OF FIRE to save the VERY people that dragged you into a WAR that never was your own IN THE FIRST PLACE. That KID saved the whole world that day Director and the PIT we'll let you get to him before killing ALL of us NEST." Lennox said fervently. He had tears coming down his cheeks. Just thinking that just a few days ago, if the kid hadn't come through, he would never have seen his baby girl ever again or that he'll never have the chance to stay longer with Ironhide. And that… the kid… he cares for him much like most of the Autobots does. There was no explaining it; they need Sam, more than they need the rest of the world. Right now, most if not ALL of the NEST operatives would sooner damn the rest of the world other than their own families than to just abandon the kid that saved the collective asses of the whole world.

"I'll get you… I'LL GET ALL OF YOU! Sooner or later, you are ALL going to crawl back to me begging. Now put me down you giant piece of scrap metal!" Galloway shouted as he squirmed in Bumblebee's hold. Optimus just nodded to the scout and Bumblebee reluctantly let go of the human. Galloway quickly left the hangar and jumped into the helicopter that was readied for him and left. "We're in trouble if he manages to convince the world leaders to do as he pleases." Morshower said to all that was listening. "We need Secretary Keller, sir. He'd be able to help us." Lennox said from his side, standing next to Ironhide.

"Indeed we do. I'll be contacting him ASAP but first, I might need a few things. Certain voice clips that may be available that was said by our dear Director Galloway, for evidence." Morshower looked expectantly to the Autobots. It was Arcee that stepped up and presented a ready copy of voice clips in a USB stick that came out of nowhere. "I thought this would be useful." She said and just rolled away followed by her 2 other components. The other Autobots just nodded their head and transformed into their alt-forms and got out of the hangar to continue with their duties.

In another part of Diego Garcia, in the human barracks, Sam's parents were writing a letter. They both had tears in their eyes but they had determined looks plastered on their faces. They had a plan. They already talked to Secretary Keller and General Morshower. They were going into witness protection program. They were basically going to disappear from the face of the earth until it was safe to come out. They said they understood but tried to convince them otherwise that what they were doing was wrong. They couldn't just leave Sam like they were planning to, it would hurt Sam more than they'd ever predict. But Sam had inherited his stubbornness from his parents and Sam was already hard to convince otherwise. They were going to spend a day with Sam then by first light the next day they would have left and hidden somewhere in the world, names changed and possibly had their physical appearance changed as well. The letter they were writing would hopefully ease up the pain that Sam would go through when they leave. Unlike their original plan, this was better. It would hurt but maybe not as much as it should be. They had heard of the news that Sam was awake and made their way to the Med Bay where Sam was still kept at.

They came there about maybe an hour after Sam woke up after his day long rest. They both had smiles on their faces, no traces of what they were planning to do at all.

"Sweetie… Oh God. I was so worried. I thought that… that, you'd die again and I just couldn't bare it if you did." Judy said while she hugged and kissed her son. Sam let her, he knew but he won't tell.

"Don't worry, I'll go to the kitchen and whip you up some of your favorites and you're not going to stop eating until I say so." Judy quickly left and went straight to the mess hall. She didn't look back as she felt if she did, she'd loose her determination to go through their plan.

Ron stayed by Sam's side silently. Sam looked at his dad and smiled and hugged him the best he could and Ron hugged his son back, with a tighter hold. They'd almost lost him twice, once they already did and now… No, he couldn't think that. They had to spend this day like a normal family, close, loving, TOGETHER.

It had gone without saying but the day went on fantastically. Even though Sam wasn't allowed to leave the Med Bay just spending the day with his parents was enough. Ratchet had come and gone every few hours checking on Sam, making sure he was ok. When he saw that Judy was taking good care of Sam, he let them be.

It was getting closer to dinner and Judy and Ron had to leave as Sam looked as though he was exhausted. "Sammie, we're just going to the mess hall and eat dinner ok? We'll be back soon." Judy said, rather reluctantly. Sam, in his mind, didn't want his parents to go but he knew sooner or later they'd leave. A little more permanently that he'd like. If… if he'd treat this as his goodbye maybe it wouldn't hurt so much.

"Nah. Just go eat then go to bed. You two look pretty exhausted too you know." Sam said in a casual way, trying not to show the hurt in his voice. His parents were leaving him, he didn't know why but he was sure as pit knew he would find out.

"Ok. Bye, Sammie."

"Yeah. Bye, Sam" Ron said after his wife already leaving the Med Bay.

"Bye Mom! Bye Dad! I love you!" Sam said, still in an almost casual way. Ron and Judy stood frozen on their spot near the Med Bay doors. They both turned back to Sam an with soft smiles, smiles that stirred memories in Sam of looking up at those smile a long, long time ago, when the world was bigger and he was smaller. Smiles that was full of love and care. "We love you too Sam." They said and just left the building altogether.

"I love you." Sam whispered to himself, finally letting the tears that he held back that whole day just free fall.

Exhaustion crept in and Sam went back into the land of dreams. Where he dreamed more and more, learning of what the future would entail and what must be done.

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