Alright, I regret to inform you that this is probably the last you will see of me till sometime in August. However! I have planned to write a smut fic for my readers because you guys have, in fact, made me quite happy with your responses *cough*autobotgirl2*cough* (Not that no one else has made me happy, but she picked a rather nice day to cheer me up is all.)

I don't own Transformers because I have enough sense not to kill the 'bot with the really hot cannons.

Special thanks goes to Hiding In My Writing and Mrs. Bumblebee for ideas. And Epps is still brought to you by... Autobot Firekat.

I also hope that I am getting the characters attitudes down well enough not to have to claim OOC

Warnings: Slight SamxBee, Minor Cuss Words, the Author's Inability to Make Long Scenes, and One Other Surprise

Chapter 4

Sam tilted his head in confusion, "What do you want to know?"

Bumblebee's own voice drifted from the interior, "Everything. Absolutely everything... but I'll settle on how you fixed my voice processor unit."

Sam climbed Into the car wearily and the door clicked closed. The camaro drove out of the base and raced down the highway. Sam sat tense in the seat, a hand clutching his "prime" mark as he thought of what to tell his best friend. In an effort to sooth his human, Bumblebee played some soft tunes as he drove.

They came to a secluded area and the hero of the world three times over climbed out of his yellow friend. Bumblebee transformed and picked up his little friend. "Okay here's what I know," Sam rushed off to say, "theses markings mean..." he paused not wanting to tell 'Bee what they mean, "things." Bee nodded and Sam continued, "I'm... no longer... human. And neither is Will or Epps."

'Bee clicked in acknowledgment willing the human, or once human as the case may be, to go on. "We are unsure on how we will be changed. It seems that one of these changes in me might be the power to heal you guys. Only I didn't know I was healing you," he took a breath and continued, "Not that I wouldn't heal you if I knew how or.." 'Bee hushed his friend.

"Sam, don't worry, I understand. This is just as new to you as it is to me." Sam awkwardly patted 'Bee's thumb. "I just hope we stay friends."

"We will 'Bee. Nothing could separate us. Friends forever." Bumblebee's spark fluttered and glowed brighter. He held Sam to his warmed spark and the young man stretched his arms out as wide as he could to hug as much of the yellow transformer as possibly. "Love you 'Bee."

Will and Epps were playing Halo in Will's on base room when they brought in the remains of two purple Decepticon twins. When Epps was destracted Will's player moved out from behind a building and shot Epps' player. He turned to the screen when he heard the shot, "Not cool man, not cool!"

Will laughs, "then pay attention." Will glances outside then back at the screen. "Come on, lets go see what they got."

Both men walked out of the barracks, "As long as there's no more voodoo alien shit happening today." Will snickered and shook his head at his friend.

Toxic sighed. It had taken awhile, but he had finally lost his tail. Transforming, he reached into a subspace pocket to pull out the artifact he had been asked to collect. Like most of the artifacts left by the ancients, it could only be activated by a prime. However, this particular artifact could track a certain type of prime by any Cybertronian. This prime was rumored to be able to turn back time for Cybertron by reanimating the world and give it new life.

Two days after the battle in Chicago, the orb activated and was picked up on the Decepticon scanners; being one of the fastest ones left he was sent after it. The prime had awaken. He slid the orb shaped object back to a subspace and tapped his claws against his slender knee. His master may be dead, but the idea of what the Decepticons stood for still exists. Toxic began to think. If he could get to the awakened prime he could have him revive Megatron and then he would be in his good graces much like Starscream.

He knew the new prime had to be male because unlike the humans which were female orientated species, as that was the only way to create new life, his race was male orientated. Cybertronians weren't made to procreate as the humans were and with a simple installed program the mechs and femmes could create sparklings with the same "gender" or the opposite, it just didn't matter as they were all made in a similar way.

He didn't think the male would have to be Cybertronian, but he wasn't too sure. First place to check would have to be the Autobot base. But he was so tired from being chased by that sliver 'bot. Perhaps a recharge was in order before he even began to think about infiltrating the 'bot base. After all he earned it.

"This can't be right!" Ratchet glanced back at the data pad that he was reading over. "No... it can't be, that would make him..."

A large green 'bot stomped over the the muttering medic, "What's going on Ratch? Need me to smash something?" The mostly round, green 'bot smashed his fist into a random object in the medbay.

"Bulkhead! I needed that!" The now distressed CMO rushed over to inspect the part.

"Oh... Sorry."

Sam wasn't feeling to good; he was having trouble breathing. 'Bee just dropped him off not ten minutes ago. He gasped for air and the two men playing a video game glanced back at him. "Sam? You okay?" Epps asked him.

"Need... Air..." Sam passed out just as both men rushed over to him.

"Boy... welcome back." The tall ghostly figure told him.

"Why am I back so soon?" Sam asked, rubbing his head as he took big gulps of air.

"Your internal systems are rebooting. When you wake you will be Cybertronian."

"What! Already?" Sam's breath wheezed out as he looked around franticly.

"Samuel, when you go back your body will no longer human in any way. We suggest you work out and explore this new body. Get to know it as much as you knew your old one." Sam just gave the Primes a duh look. "Also Samuel, it would be in your best interest to find an experience flier."

Sam frowned, "the only ones I know that fly were Decepticons."

The deemed "ring leader" frowned at Sam, "Then you must visit the Decepticons sometime after you wake. Now Samuel, it's time for you to go."

Sam woke up in the Medbay with Ratchet standing over him. Will and Epps were beside him on the table top that he was laying on. "Uh... hey guys."

"Good you're awake. Can you follow the light for me?" Ratchet moved a finger which had a light shining out of it. He moved it in a simple pattern. "Well, everything looks in working order. I have downloaded several programs just to make sure you are ready. I ask that you stay with Bumblebee for a few days though, just to make sure you don't crash or have any problems."

Sam looked around, blinking when if he set his eyes on something far off that it would come into focus. "I take it I'm Cybertronian now, huh?"

Will nodded and Epps slapped a hand against his arm. "If I look that good, I don't think I'd mind more alien voodoo shit."

Sam blinked, or rather his optics opened and closed, "Alien voodoo shit?"

"Don't know, he's been saying it all day," Will answered. "You should go find you a mirror."

"I think I should too." He was getting up when a new 'bot came in.

"Ah... Bulkhead thank you, Sam would be pleased to be able to see his new form," Ratchet said.

The 'bot put down the large mirror as he nodded to Ratchet and turned to leave after propping the mirror on the wall. And Sam stood and found that he still needed to use the stairs off the work table. He tried to avoid looking at his hands and feet so he wouldn't stop and stare. He made it over to the mirror and glanced at himself. He was still wearing his clothes and looked human shaped and the markings where still all there, glowing a white/blue. Unlike his friends or even the Decepticons, his optics where a hazel coloring like his human eyes where and his armor was a deep gray. He pulled up his shirt off and twisted to look at his back as he did wings slid out and Ratchet came over.

"Well that's new. Not only are you a ground unit, but also a seeker. A small one, but a seeker nonetheless. I wonder if you'll get bigger as you get older, like a sparkling." Ratchet gently poked at the little wings. Sam makes a clicking sound and the wings slide back underneath his armor. "I am going to see if I can't create a hologram so you can look human till we leave."

"No need," Sam said as armor turned into skin he looked the same as he did before he transformed.

"That's convenient," Epps commented, "Might even be worth the alien voodoo..."

"Not again!" Will groaned, "that's like the 40th time you have said that phrase today."

"Well, I'll stop saying it when it stops happening."

Carly was worried. Sam hadn't come back home after she told him about her job. She didn't know what she did, but she must have done something. Oh, her boss back at Mech -formed by the old Sector Seven people- was not going to be happy that she lost Sam.

Bumblebee had a little bounce in his step, as the humans would say, when he went to collect his not-so-human human when an explosion occurred in the med bay. He was running off to help while hoping Sam was okay seconds later. He skidded into the room, cannons charged and ready only to blink in confusion at the gem and glue covered medic. He clicked in laughter as the three not quite humans were watching Ratchet and trying to contain their laughter.

"First Bulkhead then the twins! My processors are never going to make it on the ark."

'Bee was still clicking in laughter when a gray mech came to stand by his foot. "Ready to go when you are 'Bee."

"Sam?" Bee asked and the mech nodded.

"The one and only." When the two left the medbay Will and Epps stopped laughing long enough to take pity on the poor CMO and helped him clean up. Later, when asked, they would say that they where going to have to see the medic a lot in the up coming days so they might as well get on his good side while they can.

Borrowed OC's/Cons:

Toxic – Hiding In My Writing Thank you very much for the use of you character dear. I hope I you liked it, he will appear again soon. If you have suggestions please feel free to tell me, and if they are complains I'll gladly hear those too.

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