AN: This is, sadly, shorter than I wanted. However between the three papers, exams, and stupid art projects (the teacher didn't like my drawing of Optimus!) I haven't had the time I thought I would with my new computer. I couldn't put this chapter off anymore, the bunnies are starting to bite and bite hard. Anybody want a few? Anyway, hope you enjoy this despite the shortness. There is a few one-shots wanting to be written now and if I don't do them I tend to get writer's block. I have another paper the 10th so I can't have that happen.
Warnings: Utterly short and wouldn't be posted if I didn't promise.
The next week came as a blur. Will went though his change and much like with Sam he stopped breathing and "died" for a few minutes. He didn't come back to the world of the living till Sam and Epps touched him. Ratchet took note of this and decided that rather than him trying to bring Epps back he would send for Sam and Will.
Sam brought back Wheelie, Brains, Que, and with a bit of arguing, Jazz with the Matrix. Optimus retreated into himself. Sam had gotten so mad and frustrated at him because they had argued over the Matrix. Sam finally screamed at him that he was the one who earned the Matrix of Leadership and that because he had given it to Optimus he could use it, but he didn't want the other prime to use it. The Matrix listened to Sam and Optimus couldn't use its power. With this development Optimus' already dark thoughts got darker and more self destructive.
Unknowingly to all, the human spy had everything set in motion to catch the human turned Cybertronian. Strangely enough it seemed that God was on their side as the Decepticons attacked that day, providing the distraction of the Autobots that they needed.
The base shook with heavy cannon fire. The Autobots scrambled outside, summoned by blasts. "Why are the alarms down?" Jazz cried out as he took cover behind a wall before peeking around it.
"I don't know... but when I do..." Ratchet waved a wrench around before slinging it full force at an attacking Decepticon. The surrounding Autobots winced in sympathy.
"Glad to see you haven't changed any," Jazz told the chartreuse 'bot, "other than your colors." Ratchet whipped out another wrench and Jazz flinched as it went sailing over Bulkhead's head to knock out the Decepticon that was holding him down.
"You were saying something?" the medic asked the sliver 'bot.
"Nothing!" and with that Jazz charged out of his hiding spot to pounce on a purple seeker.
Sam was huddled into the bunker with the other non military humans. They had to keep up the image so the government didn't decided that they were a threat to national security. The visiting men in suits that were in a meeting with Optimus when the base was attacked surrounded him. Thinking nothing of it, he let them as he braced himself for another blow that shook the whole base. Dust drifted from the ceiling into his hair.
The rusted piece of armor slid onto the floor as the room shook. It slide into the open closest, underneath a pile of clothes. With more room the piece grew in size quicker, still going unnoticed.
In the confusion of escaping Decepticons, the black SUV left rather unnoticed to the Autobot's and the NEST soldiers. The green optics that did take notice of said SUV blinked down at the blue orb then called two drones to follow as he transformed into his sleek Yamaha FJR1300 mode and took off after the vehicle.
It was much later that Bumblebee took notice of his human's absence. He was to go driving with the younger turned 'bot. Three hours late, Bumblebee started to look for him. After questioning everyone on base and looking everywhere. He even looked underneath the cleared rubble from the attack as well as rocks. It was then he really started to panic. The Decepticons took him! They had too. They took the shells of their fallen and Sam too.
AN: See... Short!
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Borrowed OC's/Cons:
Toxic – Hiding In My Writing