I hope the story is getting more enjoyable for you! Please feel free to leave feedback! I drink it up like water. Thank you for all those that have left feedback. I did want to note that I tried keeping the characters to the movie but went out of the lines a little. I looked online and ten different sites kept on giving conflicting information on what Decepticons had bit the dust. Sorry if one or two characters were brought back to life in this story even if Bay did kill them off. (The part I hated most about the movie. At least the novel of the Dark of the Moon had Megatron surviving and was gong to restart life on Cybertron.) Anyway….. Heres the story. Enjoy! Disclaimer I do not own the characters Hasbro does.

Sam was freaking out. He did not know where he was. What he was experiencing was beyond words to describe. The closest thing he could compare it to was a dream except he was awake. From what he could tell he was floating in a black void. No sound, no smell, no taste. In fact, he had no body. It was like his mind existed without substance. However, he was aware of himself and his thoughts.

This is so fucked up! He thought. In this space time did not exist. He could not put a reference to time because there was nothing to mark the passage of it. Sam only had his thoughts, memories and emotions to keep him company. At one point Sam wondered if he was dead. Maybe he was a ghost floating somewhere? He forced himself not to believe this. If this was the afterlife it was worse then any hell that he had ever thought up. He was alone. At least with the typical ideals of hell of fire and brimstone he would feel something. Here, nothing. He certainly hoped this was not heaven. He was scared shitless.

Thoughts ragged though Sam's mind. Maybe he was in a coma? Sam forced himself to calm himself down. He thought of things that made him happy. Bumblebee. He remembered there love making. It had been powerful and the best that he had ever had. Just thinking about the way Bee had whimpered made his feel warmth in this cold place. Was Bumblebee ok? A thought struck Sam that made him freeze. What if Bumblebee was here with him? Having no mouth or vocal cords to project he did the next best thing he could do and thought out loud. He formed the thought, Bee are you here? and sent it out into the void.

He waited. No response.

He gave the equivalent of a mental sigh and did the only thing he could do. Wait.

Unknown to him. Something was watching him in the darkness.

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It took Bee at least 15 minutes trying to convince both Ratchet and Optimus that it was indeed him stuck in Sam's body. It was only natural for Optimus to think Sam was delusional after hitting his head. It was only after Bumblebee recited to him personal things that only they would have only known, before Optimus believed him. Bee's feelings of worry were reflected on Sam's face. "Ratchet how are we going to fix this? What happened to Sam? What should we do now? Bee kept on asking.

Ratchet sighed and said. "Slag it Bee one question at a time." Ratchet was busy running scans on the Camaro that was sitting several feet away. "I don't know how we are going to fix this. This would not have happened if you hadn't decided to have Sam jump your Holo. Especially with his unstable condition I though you would have better sense!" Ratchet growled. Bee looked down at the floor with his shoulders slumped deep in guilt.

"I had no idea that this was going to happen! Is Sam going to be all right?" Bee asked

Ratchet put on the best looking neutral face he could on and lied, " Yes." Optimus made eye contact with Ratchet with a knowing glance. Optimus walked over to Bee and placed his large hand behind Bee/Sam in comfort. "In order to solve this debacle I need my full concentration. For the time being please follow Optimus into the waiting area. I had Epps bring you some lunch." Ratchet said. Bee looked up at Ratchet then to Optimus who signaled for him to follow. Bee stood up only to fall to the floor unused to the organic legs beneath him. Optimus caught him in time and walked with him in his hand to another part of the bay.

Ratchet had watched them leave. When they were gone he let down the mask he had plastered on his face and a look of sorrow swept over his optics. His spark was aching. Ratchet felt like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He had very few ideas on how to proceed in solving this dilemma. The consequences of his failure were dire. Bee could be stuck in Sam's body and be subject to a mortal life. What of Sam? Was he dead? Nothing like this had ever happened before.

"Slag it!" Ratchet yelled as he took a rather large wrench and chucked it hard resulting and almost decapitating the Autobot that had just walked in.

"Watch where you throw that thing Ratchet!" Arcee said angrily. She took a quick look at the wrench that had actually busted though the wall and was dangly. "Your really ticked aren't you! You usually only dent the wall. Not punch holes in it."

Ratchet glanced at her and went back to work. He had relinked with the yellow Camaro and accessed Bee's transformation sequence. After a few seconds of calculations he remotely transformed the Camaro into Bee's yellow Autobot form and had it lying on the table. "Its bad isn't it?"Arcee asked. Her purple small frame was leaning against a pillar with her arms crossed. "Were all worried. How's s the kid?" She asked.

Ratchet was blunt, "Bad. Sam may be dead. I don't want Bee to know right now." Ratchet had begun more scans on his patient. At the same time Arcee's mouth had dropped open. All the Autobots were still grieving over the loss in the last battle. They were finally starting to heal but the knowledge that Sam could be dead was like a jack hammer ripping open their sparks. Sam had become part of their family. One of the few humans that they called family.

'I will let the rest of the bots know." Arcee said softly. Her Optics had gone from a sapphire blue to a grey color. "Will you be all right? "Arcee asked Ratchet as she rested her arm on Ratchets shoulder.

"As much as I can be.&." Ratchet murmured. Arcee was about to leave when Ratchet asked, "Can you get Brains back to Chicago. I need his help." Arcee nodded and left looking at the mangled wrench in the wall. Things were indeed bad if Ratchet lowered himself to asking for Brain's help.

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In one of the ruined parts of Chicago in the pit where they were laying new foundations for a building that had been destroyed by the Deceptions, Barricade could be seen hefting huge slabs of concrete and placing them at the direction of a human construction team. Barricade growled. This was a job for Scrapper and Long Haul or one of the few Decepticons that had been spared after the battle. Not him.

Things had not been easy for Barricade since the battle. He had been shocked to see that all the Deception leaders had been scraped. Megatron, Starscream, Shockwave and Soundwave were dead. All the while he had hopped that Starscream would lead the Decepticons. But dealing with Megatron as there leader was far better an outcome then being prisoner to the Autobots and rebuilding the fleshlings structures. He had been trying to create an escape plan. Until this morning he did not have a concrete plan. He needed more help. Besides the Constructicons the rest of the protoform Decepticons were pathetic.

Barricade took a leaf out of Starscream's book. He was biding his time waiting for an opportunity so he could initiate his escape. Finally, after months of waiting on this day he had heard the twins babbling to each other when they were supposed to be watching the prisoners work. Apparently the insect Sam had brought some bots to life. He was the key. Barricade opened a private comm link while the twins were distracted

"Its time!" Barricade commanded to the Decepticons.